Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Oh hi Wall! It's about time we finally met. * What's that? * Oh this? This is just the snot and tear laden tissue pile I have accumulated on my desk. I'm thinking that I might just start collecting them or something or just buying some stock in Kleenex. * Oh, is that right? I have mascara running down my face? Thanks for telling me. I wouldn't want to provide even more evidence that I am crying at my desk. * Yeah, I know we have been meaning to get together for a while. * No, I'm not so sure why we didn't just get together over the weekend where we could partake in copius amounts of alcohol. * You're right. This is much better for the self esteem. You know, being brought down and extra peg or two while I suffer in public. * No no no. I don't enjoy actually admitting I am a big old baby and can't keep my emotions in check all the time. * You're right. This was pretty predictable. I always seem to manage to make an ass of myself at the most inappropriate time. * Yes, it was nice seeing you too. * Oh no, we will have another rendezvous tonight. But if you don't mind, I think I am going to step away for a couple more hours. * No, no offense taken. I understand that I don't really have much choice in the matter. I would just like to keep a small part of my dignity intact. * Yes, I imagine we will have many encounters over the next couple months, but if you don't mind, I would like to keep them to a minimum or at least a lot more private. * Oh yes, I will. See you later.
Meme... Stolen from Epi who stole it from someone else.
1. When you were a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A doctor or an veterinarian. I played doctor enough when Rick and Will beat the everloving crap out of each other that it seemed logical. EMT is close enough.
2. What have you done in the past week to help someone else?
Hmm... For once I can say I am not really sure. I have gotten a TON of help from other people in the last week with the remodel and well just the stuff that is going on.Wow, I can't think of anything and that really bothers me...
3. Who is the best-dressed person you know?
My sister, Jeannie. I SWEAR that woman looks amazing all.the.time. Always put together and classy.
4. What is on your nightstand?
A lamp, a phone charger, laptop cord, The Doctor's Wife, a pen, a notepad and a ton of paperwork I don't have the energy to go through.
5. If you were a cat, what kind of a cat would you be?
Dead. I'm allergic to cats so therefore I would be allergic to myself.
6. If you lived in a house surrounded by acres of trees, what particular type of tree would you want flourishing on your land?
Maples or poplars. Maples are gorgeous and poplars sound so pretty when the wind blows.
7. What do you find to be very overrated?
Following social "norms" because that is what is expected of you.
8. How many email addresses do you have?
Six. Holy crap.
9. Have you ever felt replaced?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha *breath* Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Yes.
10. Would you rather watch football or baseball?
In person - baseball. On tv - football... through my eyelids.
11. What is the wallpaper on your phone?
A daisy.
12. Name a lyric from the song you’re listening to.
We've grown around each other
right from the very start
And the thorns that sting our side
assure we won't be torn apart
13. Do you use a feed reader?
Huh? I'm not very technilogically advanced.
14. What chocolate do you always leave in the box?
Anything with peanut butter in it.
15. What would you do if you found out your ex is engaged?
I'm not quite sure. I guess it depends on which 'ex' you were referring to.
16. Do words hurt you?
Words can cut. But sometimes what is not said (particularly when you really need to hear it) can hurt just as much. <-- Right on Epi.
17. Are you a talker or a listener?
I can talk the spots off a leopard, but I think when the time comes I can listen with the best of them as well.
18. Have you ever walked on the beach at night?
Yep. One of my favorite things to do.
19. Who is your favorite professional athlete?
Donald Driver is my boy. And Brett Favre needs some tissues for his issues. I'm not bitter, I'm just sayin'.
20. Which TV show have you seen pretty much every episode of?
Rescue Me.
A doctor or an veterinarian. I played doctor enough when Rick and Will beat the everloving crap out of each other that it seemed logical. EMT is close enough.
2. What have you done in the past week to help someone else?
Hmm... For once I can say I am not really sure. I have gotten a TON of help from other people in the last week with the remodel and well just the stuff that is going on.Wow, I can't think of anything and that really bothers me...
3. Who is the best-dressed person you know?
My sister, Jeannie. I SWEAR that woman looks amazing all.the.time. Always put together and classy.
4. What is on your nightstand?
A lamp, a phone charger, laptop cord, The Doctor's Wife, a pen, a notepad and a ton of paperwork I don't have the energy to go through.
5. If you were a cat, what kind of a cat would you be?
Dead. I'm allergic to cats so therefore I would be allergic to myself.
6. If you lived in a house surrounded by acres of trees, what particular type of tree would you want flourishing on your land?
Maples or poplars. Maples are gorgeous and poplars sound so pretty when the wind blows.
7. What do you find to be very overrated?
Following social "norms" because that is what is expected of you.
8. How many email addresses do you have?
Six. Holy crap.
9. Have you ever felt replaced?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha *breath* Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Yes.
10. Would you rather watch football or baseball?
In person - baseball. On tv - football... through my eyelids.
11. What is the wallpaper on your phone?
A daisy.
12. Name a lyric from the song you’re listening to.
We've grown around each other
right from the very start
And the thorns that sting our side
assure we won't be torn apart
13. Do you use a feed reader?
Huh? I'm not very technilogically advanced.
14. What chocolate do you always leave in the box?
Anything with peanut butter in it.
15. What would you do if you found out your ex is engaged?
I'm not quite sure. I guess it depends on which 'ex' you were referring to.
16. Do words hurt you?
Words can cut. But sometimes what is not said (particularly when you really need to hear it) can hurt just as much. <-- Right on Epi.
17. Are you a talker or a listener?
I can talk the spots off a leopard, but I think when the time comes I can listen with the best of them as well.
18. Have you ever walked on the beach at night?
Yep. One of my favorite things to do.
19. Who is your favorite professional athlete?
Donald Driver is my boy. And Brett Favre needs some tissues for his issues. I'm not bitter, I'm just sayin'.
20. Which TV show have you seen pretty much every episode of?
Rescue Me.
A Summary & A Birthday
First and foremost... HAPPY BIRTHDAY EPI! If you don't already frequent her blog, please do. Rarely do you find such a poised, intelligent, articulate and just all around funny woman. Read and be amazed.
Again, in bullet points, I present a summary...
- Master suite remodel is 98% completed. The trim needs to be rehung and the new hardware needs to be installed. Other than that, it is my new haven. Bright. Clean. Mine.
- I interviewed a possible renter yesterday and I am terrified to have a stranger in my house, but the financial benefits astounding. I have run every check I know how and called several references. Everything seems to check out, but I am still a little freaked.
- As of tomorrow, April 1, I am back on the crew rotation at the fire department. I am also stepping down from the position of captain. I will retain VP of the association... for now.
- I had a whole beer last night. Me... drinking beer. Amazing.
- There is more, I'm just too fried in the brain to think of it. And today is my Monday.
- Oh yeah. Twilight, the movie, sucks. Yes Polly. Indeed it does.
Once I get back on the calls, hopefully I will have some more entertaining stories... or roommate stories... or something.
Again, in bullet points, I present a summary...
- Master suite remodel is 98% completed. The trim needs to be rehung and the new hardware needs to be installed. Other than that, it is my new haven. Bright. Clean. Mine.
- I interviewed a possible renter yesterday and I am terrified to have a stranger in my house, but the financial benefits astounding. I have run every check I know how and called several references. Everything seems to check out, but I am still a little freaked.
- As of tomorrow, April 1, I am back on the crew rotation at the fire department. I am also stepping down from the position of captain. I will retain VP of the association... for now.
- I had a whole beer last night. Me... drinking beer. Amazing.
- There is more, I'm just too fried in the brain to think of it. And today is my Monday.
- Oh yeah. Twilight, the movie, sucks. Yes Polly. Indeed it does.
Once I get back on the calls, hopefully I will have some more entertaining stories... or roommate stories... or something.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
VERY VERY IMPORTANT!
Despite the landslide in favor of going, I am not.
Practical Bernice won out. Sometimes I hate that about myself.
Practical Bernice won out. Sometimes I hate that about myself.
For Shame
Anyone who knows me knows that I have always had this thing where I insist on keeping up with my brothers. Whether it be chores, learning or plain old rough-housing I always demanded to be included and not be babied. Of course growing up this way resulted in many a mysterious bruise and countless black eyes. But hell if I'm not a tough cookie. Dresses just hindered my ability to climb trees, make adequate mud pies and play in the sandbox with my Tonka Trucks. I don't think I even knew what a Barbie was until my 8th birthday.
If something, other than snakes as they are ALWAYS the exception to any rule, terrified me, I would hold my breath, close my eyes and grin and bear it. There was no way I was going to be made fun of for "being girly." I'd rather die a thousand deaths. To this day, if you tell me I can't, I WILL prove you wrong. Just to say that I did and can. Perhaps that's why I wasn't such a hot commodity in high school... but I digress.
As I grew older I realized that there is a time and place for appopriate girliness. After all, not all boys like it when you show them up and much to my chagrin, sometimes it was nice being taken care of merely because I was the girl and the boy wanted to. That and well, why should I throw out my back when he can do it just fine? Even though I had this revelation, that I-can-do-it-just-you-watch sister was lurking just under the surface and would come stomping out depending upon my mood and well honestly, what guy I was around at the time. (Rick and Will ALWAYS bring out the crazy fembot in me but they know me so well they laugh and tell me not to be stupid and end up doing it anyway. Oddly enough, they get away with it.)
Yesterday, I was standing at the sliding glass door watching thebitches spoiled brats dogs doing their thing in the yard when I felt something fall on my head. I looked up thinking perhaps the vertical blinds were coming apart again. (That would of course, went perfectly with my malfunction laden evening.) I ran my hand over my hair and feeling nothing, went about my business yelling pleading calling the dogs inside.
And then something fell on my chest. Nothing heavy, but significant enough to feel it. I looked down...
HOLYSHITTHEREISASPIDERONMYBOOB!
It is with great sadnes and embarassment to report that I, Bernice, the tough cookie who can do just about anything she puts her mind to, screamed like a little girl, did the "icky dance" and brushed the spider to the floor in sich a motion you would think I was just set on fire.
I will wait while you contain your giggles...
Better?
Alright. Now that you have composed yourself...
Of course there would have to be someone there to witness such an act. I couldn't just be a dumb girl in private.... nooo! That would just be too perfect.
*sigh*
I think I will be able to let it go as I am quite entertained that Rick, the big bad big brother screamed like a little girl when we were admiring the spider cave at the zoo and I may or may not have grabbed his arm and rawred him and he screamed like a little girl. AND HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A SPIDER ON HIM! Yes, that will be my justification for such girly and wimpy reaction.
The first person to tell me one spider = lots of spiders gets an 8.5 to the rear.
If something, other than snakes as they are ALWAYS the exception to any rule, terrified me, I would hold my breath, close my eyes and grin and bear it. There was no way I was going to be made fun of for "being girly." I'd rather die a thousand deaths. To this day, if you tell me I can't, I WILL prove you wrong. Just to say that I did and can. Perhaps that's why I wasn't such a hot commodity in high school... but I digress.
As I grew older I realized that there is a time and place for appopriate girliness. After all, not all boys like it when you show them up and much to my chagrin, sometimes it was nice being taken care of merely because I was the girl and the boy wanted to. That and well, why should I throw out my back when he can do it just fine? Even though I had this revelation, that I-can-do-it-just-you-watch sister was lurking just under the surface and would come stomping out depending upon my mood and well honestly, what guy I was around at the time. (Rick and Will ALWAYS bring out the crazy fembot in me but they know me so well they laugh and tell me not to be stupid and end up doing it anyway. Oddly enough, they get away with it.)
Yesterday, I was standing at the sliding glass door watching the
And then something fell on my chest. Nothing heavy, but significant enough to feel it. I looked down...
HOLYSHITTHEREISASPIDERONMYBOOB!
It is with great sadnes and embarassment to report that I, Bernice, the tough cookie who can do just about anything she puts her mind to, screamed like a little girl, did the "icky dance" and brushed the spider to the floor in sich a motion you would think I was just set on fire.
I will wait while you contain your giggles...
Better?
Alright. Now that you have composed yourself...
Of course there would have to be someone there to witness such an act. I couldn't just be a dumb girl in private.... nooo! That would just be too perfect.
*sigh*
I think I will be able to let it go as I am quite entertained that Rick, the big bad big brother screamed like a little girl when we were admiring the spider cave at the zoo and I may or may not have grabbed his arm and rawred him and he screamed like a little girl. AND HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A SPIDER ON HIM! Yes, that will be my justification for such girly and wimpy reaction.
The first person to tell me one spider = lots of spiders gets an 8.5 to the rear.
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