Archive for November, 2008

Aside From The Fact That The Author Is Mormon…

{ November 20, 2008 @ 5:48 am } · { Uncategorized }
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I am probably going to lose a lot of my friends (and consequently most of my readers) because of this blog. Let me just apologize now. No actually, apologizing would imply guilt. I have none. Instead I will just give a disclaimer.

I love the Twilight series. I do. I really really do. Elizabeth, Ari, Abby, Bradley, I do. I promise. You know this about me right? So can I speak frankly? I am sick so sick of the hype. First and foremost, the movie looks lame. I fear that I will be sorely disappointed when I see it. The books were so good and comparatively, the movie just looks like an ABC TV special. And we all know that books get butchered in their movie version. For example, the Harry Potter movies; they are excellent, but they change so many things and leave so much out. One can already tell that there have been some major changes made so as to cram five hours of book into two hours of movie. But this isn’t even my biggest problem with the hype.

It is okay to be excited about the movie, but my biggest problem is this. Grown women everywhere (not any of the aforementioned ladies included) have become teenagers once again and are wild, boy-crazy, and obsessed with this fairy tale. Please don’t call me a cynic, I love the idea of that kind of love, but do I really think I am going to go back to high school and meet a vampire? I promise that they don’t work at UK (actually, UK is full of them – but they aren’t the sparkly, sexy, sweep you off your feet kind), so my only other option would be to go back to high school.

About the worst place for this lust-filled teenage frenzy is Facebook. I am a big fan of the flair application. It is corny, I know (and probably calls into question my credibility in writing this blog) but there are quite a few adult themed (not that kind of adult themed… mostly) pieces that are just plain fun to share. However, there are a lot more Twilight themed pieces out there. And wow, are they corny. I groan every time I read them and am almost ashamed to say that I am embarrassed to count myself as a reader. I don’t want to have anything in common with the people that create or send those pieces.

So tonight the movie is released and all I can do is hold out hope that like the series, the hoopla will end as soon as it began.

Tequila Shot Tuesdays And Other Things You’ll Inevitably Regret

{ November 19, 2008 @ 8:26 am } · { Life }
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Today is Wednesday and I am proudly sitting at my desk with a cup of coffee, not nursing a hangover and not kicking myself for previous evening indiscretion. However, I know there are those out there who are. Last night, while watching the UK game at a restaurant, I noticed several people who I am sure are having a rough morning.

There were the Tequila Shot Tuesday girls, who were slamming shots with 5 minutes left in the first half; and there was the drunk guy that had to leave 10 minutes after the game started because he was wasted. (Thankfully, I noticed that his friend took his keys and left with him.) Remember, this is Tuesday night, not Friday or Saturday, or even Thursday. Tuesday.

What drives people to commit random week night acts of debauchery? Don’t get me wrong, I have been there, more than a few times. The morning after dawns with “What the hell was I thinking?” Keep in mind, although the most common act of stupidity is drinking too much, there are other acts that make us groan and smack our foreheads. A Christmas decoration shopping binge (I am sure most of you men out there who read this don’t have that problem), or a night of too much pizza and ice cream (I don’t do that one… lactose intolerant, remember?) Even staying up too late watching crap TV can cause the morning after forehead smack.

Do we slowly grow out of these baffling blunders or are we doomed to replay these missteps in their various incarnations for the rest of our days? Whatever the case may be, I am thankful that my morning is filled with coffee and productivity rather than aspirin and self loathing.

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{ November 13, 2008 @ 7:16 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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“Don’t wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and less than perfect conditions. So what. Get started now. With each step you take, you will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more self-confident and more and more successful.”

I love this quote. It motivates me. I think that most of us become deer in headlights when it comes to change and the unknown. I certainly have in the past. But there is something about this line of thinking that has spured me to action lately. I want so much for my life. I want happiness and success. I want to make my God proud. I want to make my son proud. I want to make my family proud. I want to make my friends proud.

I want to make me proud.

The Man In The Truck

{ November 12, 2008 @ 3:37 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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I was going to blog about something that struck me as funny, but as I wrote it, I realized how utterly shallow I was being. That being said, I have decided to write about it from a different angle, one of respect and admiration.

For the past few weeks, as I enter work and as I leave work, I see the same man in the same truck. He is always there and I have some pretty crazy hours. At first it struck me as funny that he was always there, but my mood turned somber as I began thinking of why he might actually spend his days, sitting in his truck at Markey Cancer Center.

To sit sentinel in a truck, in the same spot, day after day is incredibly admirable. I wouldn’t want to sit in a vehicle day in and day out for weeks on end. This man must have a loved one who is either admitted or who loves someone so much that they would visit day after day. Why doesn’t he park and come in? Maybe they don’t feel like they can afford the parking. Maybe the idea of spending time inside a place of pain is too hard to handle. I don’t know his reasons, but I know the sympathy and respect I feel for his situation.

I just think of the sacrifice this man is showing. All he has are his cigarettes, his radio, and the people going by to entertain him. I can’t imagine that someone would sit there out of laziness. I don’t know that I have ever shown that kind of dedication or devotion to someone. Has anyone (besides Jesus) ever done such a caring thing for you?

Short Sale, Long Wait

{ November 11, 2008 @ 12:00 pm } · { Life }
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I am throwing caution to the wind. I am going to whine for a second, on my own blog, and risk immature comments from anonymous posters. Oh wait… YOU CAN’T POST ANONYMOUSLY ON MY BLOG ANYMORE!

Okay, had to get that bout of immaturity out. I am better now. So as I was saying. I am going to whine for a second. As any of you who have ever had to wait for anything can commiserate, waiting sucks. Bradley, waiting for Bradley, didn’t that suck? Ari, waiting for Bart didn’t that suck? Beth, waiting for me to change into running clothes this morning, sucked right? See, I know you all can relate. (Sorry in advance to not include all my loyal readership in random shout outs; I am not going to call you all out on things in your life that probably suck/sucked.)

Anyway, as some or all of you may know (I can’t remember if I blogged about it or not), I put an offer on a townhouse. I did this over a month ago. The sellers quickly accepted the offer, (which makes me wonder if I offered too much… j/k) and so you think, alright get the inspection and close the deal, right? Wrong. At least with this house. It is in this tricky little area called short sale.

I think that is what bothers me the most. How are you going to go and call a sale short when it is so notoriously long? That is just evil. Do you think they (they being “the man”) do that to trick you into homes that are close to foreclosure? For those of you that are scratching your hear and saying, ‘what’s short sale?’, the way I understand it is this. The homeowners have fallen behind on their payments and the mortgage company is close to foreclosing. The homeowners can still try to sell the home on their own however, the mortgage company also gets to decide if the price offered is fair. So right now, I am waiting for “the man” to accept my offer. Apparently, this can take months.

I hate all this waiting. I am trying to be patient, but I feel so restless without a place to call my own. Right now I feel like part of my life is moving forward while the rest of it is standing still. And so we can start with the cliches, ‘good things come to those who wait’, ‘this too shall pass’ (Beth/Ari). I know, I know; and it will all be fine, but I never was good with patience. I guess it is just my time to learn it. but if anyone knows anyone who can pull strings with “the man,” let me know. I’m just saying…

To Anonymous

{ November 5, 2008 @ 7:14 am } · { Uncategorized }
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My morning was rudely interrupted when I discovered an anonymous comment on the “That Ain’t Right” blog below this one. Some cowardly prick decided it would be a good idea to leave a hateful comment. Did it bother me? Yes. Am I mad? Yes. Am I over it? Mostly.

What I have to say to you oh leaver of the anonymous comment, is this:
If you want me to consider your words, you have to put on your big kid panties and say it to my face. Clearly, you know nothing about me if you would so easily call me a whore for leaving my husband. It is hard to believe that whoever you are, you have never done something to make yourself happy even though you know it will come at the cost of another’s feelings. It is a shame that you are probably somewhere around my age or older and you are stooping to such an immature level. I hope I never knew you because I know I would be disappointed by what you have anonymously said to me. I have such a great amount of respect for everyone in Neil’s life that I have met. And if I did meet you, I know that you have your own issues to work through. I have yet to meet someone in this life who has it all figured out. If you truly feel this way towards me, then quit spending so much time thinking about me. Don’t read my blog and don’t fill your mind with the vicious and immature things you could say to me.

And to everyone else who reads my blog as friend or foe:
I choose to blog about my life, my issues, and my thoughts. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. I know that my friends and family support and understand me. You all have taken the time to listen to and learn from me. Thank you for those of you who love me without judgement. To others, don’t think that I don’t hear the whispers behind my back. Mostly I don’t care, because I am aware of your insufficiency’s and think that it is laughable at best that we as humans focus on the problems of others rather than dealing with our own. People, I am dealing with my issues. Granted, it may not be the way that you would deal with the same issues, but that is not your decision to make. If you have a problem with how I think, live, act, breathe, then do me a favor and get out of my life. I have no time for phonies.

I am sorry to anyone who is distressed by my words today. I am distressed. And I am tired. I just want what everyone else wants, happiness. I am walking my path in life the best way I know how.

That Ain’t Right – Santa Barbara Edition

{ November 3, 2008 @ 9:57 am } · { That Ain't Right }
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Thank you to my mobile TAR spotters. E-beth was in Santa Barbara when she caught this fine specimen on her cell phone. It took a sec for my eyes to find the true travesty in lunch crowd… let your eyes drift in a straight line down from the mohawk to the top of the jeans… AWESOME catch E!!