So the semester is coming to a close. With that, I'm very, super, super thankful for. I am sad to announce that I was wrong when it came to graduate school. I had fooled myself into thinking that it would be different this time around. As in, I would NOT PROCRASTINATE and I would LOVE EVERY SECOND of class and I would spend DOUBLE the hours on my assignments and read AHEAD. While I certainly did improve from my undergrad years, it wasn't the complete 180 had envisioned.
I did manage to get involved on campus though! I have a part-time gig working with the GMU Arlington Life area (i.e. planning local stuff for students) and plan on running for an office on campus come Fall 2010. My name is making its rounds, always a plus in school, most notably a school in the Beltway. And not-to-mention, I need it to get out of the job I'm currently doing. As much as I love making decent money working from home, it gets kinda lonely and doesn't move me that much closer to desirable international work.
But the semester is coming to a close and current work is packing on. Stress is mounting but I thank the help of good friends and a wonderful guy who is making it into my thoughts more and more. I also thank myself for finally verbalizing a need... the need to get on board of a new sport for the year 2010. Upon hearing this TC presents me (a week later and to my surprise) with a pink soccer ball and shin-guards. I squealed in pure delight and ran down his condos hall kicking a soccer ball with my flip-flop foot.
After dusting the cleats off and donning a pair of bright pink socks (courtesy of TC), I walked onto a soccer field. I told the team that I was new at the sport and not afraid to get whacked, sweaty or yelled at. They were cool with that and all three happened during the hot, 90 degree and humid Saturday game. But please note, the whacking was ALL on my part.
So three words.
I love soccer.
There is a lot for me to learn but I like it. It's a great cardio workout and allows for me to be super aggressive (take THAT flag football). I enjoy a good bruise if it was all for sport. The team seemed like me, so yes, I will be back. Yay!
**The only downfall: my back has been giving me trouble and I guess the solution is NOT to go and play soccer for an hour, who knew!? Apparently my mom did. It just means me waking-up for the third day in a row screaming in pain and walking hunched over and allowing the boy to pamper me with kind words of worry.**
5.03.2010
4.24.2010
Cheating
Dear Blogger.com,
I'm sorry... I have cheated on you. I have started to blog on a different location. Though, please note, this affair is only for two weeks. After I'm done with Mr. National MS Society I will come back to you and give you greater attention. Perhaps TWO stories and a YouTube post!? Please forgive me, but this is solely for a greater cause. Thank you for being so kind and patient.
Love,
Me
***
If you are feeling neglected as a reader, please take the time to do some reading on my page where I'm fighting for those with Multiple Sclerosis.
There are some entertaining posts and a great look into what my family and I are going through as a family who endures the daily experience of living with someone who has to put up with MS. It's a crappy disease (yes, that's a "duh" comment but it is!).
And if you feel so inclined, a donation of a few Lincolns or Washingtons is always nice!!!
4.14.2010
You Win Some, You Lose Some
I have a problem. I lose important things. Now, wait, I MISPLACE important things. In the past 12 months I have misplaced - volleyball, curling shoes, world map, SS card, birth certificate, wallet, checks, my favorite skirt, a mitten, favorite beret and a scarf. In the same period of time I have RE-found all that is highlighted above. Not much hunh? This could mean one or two things, either I need to stop moving or I need a personal assistant to keep track of my stuff and perhaps my thoughts.
The killer part of this - people consider me organized. Really? Organized?! Yes, I like stuff neat and tidy. And yes, I tend to lose my valuable things while en route but wouldn't an organized person put that somewhere that is not only note-worthy but also safe? I don't know. It just baffles me sometimes that I get labeled that, especially after I misplace an important document.
But perhaps I AM organized and I DIDN'T actually misplace the article. Perhaps it's just my crappy memory. The reason why I even mention this stems off of a conversation I had with my family over Easter.
End of story.
Point here. I blame my family for the reason why I lost my own record of birth.
The killer part of this - people consider me organized. Really? Organized?! Yes, I like stuff neat and tidy. And yes, I tend to lose my valuable things while en route but wouldn't an organized person put that somewhere that is not only note-worthy but also safe? I don't know. It just baffles me sometimes that I get labeled that, especially after I misplace an important document.
But perhaps I AM organized and I DIDN'T actually misplace the article. Perhaps it's just my crappy memory. The reason why I even mention this stems off of a conversation I had with my family over Easter.
Mom, "Yeah, I need to cut down on the sweets."
Me, "Well, you know what I do? I hide my Skittles from my self so I don't eat too many."
Dad, "THAT'S ridiculous. You can't HIDE something from yourself. You're the one who put it there... you know where it is!"
Me, "Trust me, it's hiding. One time it took me two weeks to find a bag."
Mom, "Yeah, I'm amazed what I have accidentally hidden from myself."
Dad, "You're both crazy. I remember EVERYTHING I place somewhere."
(Note: Dad has MS and his memory stinks ... and that can be said true PRIOR to the crappy disease. Regardless, Mom and I know better and just roll our eyes at Dad.)
K walks in.
K, "What are you talking about?"
Dad explains argument.
K, being sensible and clueless as to what is at stake here quips, "Why do you even need Skittles?"
End of story.
Point here. I blame my family for the reason why I lost my own record of birth.
4.13.2010
Back by Pop Demand
I was informed by the FOUR avid readers I have that I've been slacking. I apologize. Or not?! Well, regardless, I realize that it has been a bit of time since I've been on here blabbing about what I find interesting and the crap that has been happening in the 2220X.
It's easier to start with a list and finish with a story.
- I just filed my taxes and owe our great govn't (that makes me more upset with each day) $6,300.
- I got a part-time gig on campus planning events. Yes, watch out GMU Arlington Life, this girl is gonna show you a good time!
- The 24 hr stomach flu sucks and mind you, it's not always 24 hrs ... (going on hr 30 right now)
- I found my world map (WIN!), lost my birth certificate (LOSE!)
- Neighbor boy & I = :)
- The Arlington Police are now securely in my phone
Oh yes, March was a good month. I forgot the one joy of being self-employed means owing the govn't a nice sum of money come April. As much as it pains me to write the checks, I must remember that it's for the better of society and that must mean some kick-butt health care no?! Speaking of which, even though it's *done* it's not done here in the Beltway. The subject is old to me, but I have a feeling it won't go away. Though, if anything great will come of it, I'm thinking it'll be called a Tuesday in November. Just my opinion.
Some people have been asking about the snowy day of being locked out and taken in by the neighbor. Apparently there were some mutual thoughts between the two of us. So after a lot of bickering (we're kinda the opposite... in every which way) we have managed to enjoy a good many insightful conversations and share our love of music, sports and an occasional episode of A Prairie Home Companion. Yes. You read that correctly. We both like it. A lot. Be quiet. And that's all I'm going to say about that on here because this wasn't created for me to talk about girly relationship crap.
Probably the most exciting bit that has happened since I've last been on here and since I've seen a few of you includes a neighbor (different one than the previously mentioned), a stick and the cops.
This past Sunday a buddy of mine was over washing his car in my drive-way, back of the house while I was reading on the deck. I heard someone else talking to my buddy so I get up to see who it is. An older man, holding a stick (that looked like a club), was shaking it at my buddy, swearing and making odd accusations about killing dogs and people. We were all confused as to what his problem was and tried to calm him down. It was apparent that we were not going to be able to do that so I asked him to leave if we could not help him. He swore at as and that was when I threatened to call the cops on him. He wasn't letting down. I called out M (female roommate) to come out there so buddy wouldn't be alone with crazy man while I called the cops. After being accosted over and over, including death threat the man left. We followed to see where he ended up (three houses down) and informed the cops of this.
M & I were shaken up a bit. Really, it's our neighbor and he's making death threats! It was obvious that he was confused and probably has dementia or something to that liking but still, you want to make sure all is safe for the entire hood and himself. The cops came as a nice s..l..o..w Sunday pace. We gave our report and asked for them to check on him. Yes, the cops were hot and well, they were hot. (uniform = yummo).
Since then we've been keeping an eye out, but haven't seen any activity. Through other neighbor sources we found out that it is true, he's been having some mental problems, and they claim it's potential Mad Cow disease. Yeah, that was self diagnosis. Go figure. I feel bad for the man, but there is a point where feeling bad is trumped by caring about safety of yourself and neighborhood. Hopefully he'll get the help he needs.
So yeah, all is quiet here on the 14th St. North front! And now back to work!
It's easier to start with a list and finish with a story.
- I just filed my taxes and owe our great govn't (that makes me more upset with each day) $6,300.
- I got a part-time gig on campus planning events. Yes, watch out GMU Arlington Life, this girl is gonna show you a good time!
- The 24 hr stomach flu sucks and mind you, it's not always 24 hrs ... (going on hr 30 right now)
- I found my world map (WIN!), lost my birth certificate (LOSE!)
- Neighbor boy & I = :)
- The Arlington Police are now securely in my phone
Oh yes, March was a good month. I forgot the one joy of being self-employed means owing the govn't a nice sum of money come April. As much as it pains me to write the checks, I must remember that it's for the better of society and that must mean some kick-butt health care no?! Speaking of which, even though it's *done* it's not done here in the Beltway. The subject is old to me, but I have a feeling it won't go away. Though, if anything great will come of it, I'm thinking it'll be called a Tuesday in November. Just my opinion.
Some people have been asking about the snowy day of being locked out and taken in by the neighbor. Apparently there were some mutual thoughts between the two of us. So after a lot of bickering (we're kinda the opposite... in every which way) we have managed to enjoy a good many insightful conversations and share our love of music, sports and an occasional episode of A Prairie Home Companion. Yes. You read that correctly. We both like it. A lot. Be quiet. And that's all I'm going to say about that on here because this wasn't created for me to talk about girly relationship crap.
Probably the most exciting bit that has happened since I've last been on here and since I've seen a few of you includes a neighbor (different one than the previously mentioned), a stick and the cops.
This past Sunday a buddy of mine was over washing his car in my drive-way, back of the house while I was reading on the deck. I heard someone else talking to my buddy so I get up to see who it is. An older man, holding a stick (that looked like a club), was shaking it at my buddy, swearing and making odd accusations about killing dogs and people. We were all confused as to what his problem was and tried to calm him down. It was apparent that we were not going to be able to do that so I asked him to leave if we could not help him. He swore at as and that was when I threatened to call the cops on him. He wasn't letting down. I called out M (female roommate) to come out there so buddy wouldn't be alone with crazy man while I called the cops. After being accosted over and over, including death threat the man left. We followed to see where he ended up (three houses down) and informed the cops of this.
M & I were shaken up a bit. Really, it's our neighbor and he's making death threats! It was obvious that he was confused and probably has dementia or something to that liking but still, you want to make sure all is safe for the entire hood and himself. The cops came as a nice s..l..o..w Sunday pace. We gave our report and asked for them to check on him. Yes, the cops were hot and well, they were hot. (uniform = yummo).
Since then we've been keeping an eye out, but haven't seen any activity. Through other neighbor sources we found out that it is true, he's been having some mental problems, and they claim it's potential Mad Cow disease. Yeah, that was self diagnosis. Go figure. I feel bad for the man, but there is a point where feeling bad is trumped by caring about safety of yourself and neighborhood. Hopefully he'll get the help he needs.
So yeah, all is quiet here on the 14th St. North front! And now back to work!
3.10.2010
No Wire Hangers
Seriously.
Though I found that you can "recycle" wire hangers in Arlington. Nice!
This reason why I even bring this up was from an email I just received about a friends confusion with a groups name. She found this group on Facebook solely devoted being green and eco-friendly by organizing ones life. For some reason they have chosen the name of No Wire Hangers. I applaud their goal but, well, unless you have been living under a rock for the past four decades,I bet you $20 that when you hear "no wire hangers" you automatically think of the scene in Mommy Dearest about Joan Crawford's obsession of no wire hangers and just plain whacko.
If you think eco-friendly lifestyle - congrats. I'm just thinking that it's gonna take a bit of time to re-brand that saying.
So for all of us who giggle (re: cringe) at that scene:
Though I found that you can "recycle" wire hangers in Arlington. Nice!
This reason why I even bring this up was from an email I just received about a friends confusion with a groups name. She found this group on Facebook solely devoted being green and eco-friendly by organizing ones life. For some reason they have chosen the name of No Wire Hangers. I applaud their goal but, well, unless you have been living under a rock for the past four decades,I bet you $20 that when you hear "no wire hangers" you automatically think of the scene in Mommy Dearest about Joan Crawford's obsession of no wire hangers and just plain whacko.
If you think eco-friendly lifestyle - congrats. I'm just thinking that it's gonna take a bit of time to re-brand that saying.
So for all of us who giggle (re: cringe) at that scene:
3.09.2010
Three A-Holes Go For A Walk
My exercise routine is pretty much non-existent. I have now convinced myself that since I am a poor student and don't own a car anymore, walking is necessary and well, my exercise. Great, right? Well, that would be good if I had to walk everywhere but I don't. I guess when you don't own a car you don't plan much stuff further than a mile from home, thus I rarely do much walking. And while some people have the opportunity to walk to work, I cannot say that I benefit much from mine seeing as it is only 12 ft from my bed.
Bring in Sharm & Stratton.
On Sunday Sharm calls to ask if I want to go for a walk to take in our newly found sunshine. (YAY!!!) So we planned to hit-up the trails behind my neighborhood and do some visiting. They walked a mile to my place and we proceeded from there to the trails. Once on the trail the fear set in. Not that we would over exert ourselves (we were walking at a very slow pace) but that bicyclists and runners would trample us. We cautiously moved in single-line form and marched eastward.
Slowly we realized that we didn't know where exactly the trail would bring us so we pulled over. One was tired (no names), another confused and another a bit too perky for the others good. As we moved over to take a break and figure out where we were automatically the three of us whipped out our phones. As normal, fit people zoomed by on bikes and running in groups we were the not-so-fit ones on the trail with our phones out. That it when it hit me... we're a bit too much like Two A-Holes sketch from SNL.
This sketch lands a little too close to home - enjoy.
If Arlington Co. could, I'm sure we would be banned from all trails due to our lack of physical movement.
Bring in Sharm & Stratton.
On Sunday Sharm calls to ask if I want to go for a walk to take in our newly found sunshine. (YAY!!!) So we planned to hit-up the trails behind my neighborhood and do some visiting. They walked a mile to my place and we proceeded from there to the trails. Once on the trail the fear set in. Not that we would over exert ourselves (we were walking at a very slow pace) but that bicyclists and runners would trample us. We cautiously moved in single-line form and marched eastward.
Slowly we realized that we didn't know where exactly the trail would bring us so we pulled over. One was tired (no names), another confused and another a bit too perky for the others good. As we moved over to take a break and figure out where we were automatically the three of us whipped out our phones. As normal, fit people zoomed by on bikes and running in groups we were the not-so-fit ones on the trail with our phones out. That it when it hit me... we're a bit too much like Two A-Holes sketch from SNL.
This sketch lands a little too close to home - enjoy.
If Arlington Co. could, I'm sure we would be banned from all trails due to our lack of physical movement.
3.04.2010
Blast You CST.
While I'm hanging out on the EST, my clients are all (other than my Hawaiian outlier) sitting CST. This is usually to the benefit of me, such as allowing me more precious hours to sleep in each morning. Rarely are there any issues with me messing up the time because, um, it's only ONE hour. That is nothing compared to what I used to face with clients from other continents - I'm talking to you Asia!
So today was like any other Thursday, I get up, make myself some coffee, peruse my emails, check on a conf call time and set myself to the task of washing the kitchen floor and doing a load of random wash. Once my Cinderellesque duties were complete, I poured another cup of coffee and settled down to write notes & check email until the conference call started.
Message: 11:04 a.m. EST
"Will you be able to join us for the conference call? Code is 49583" - D
BLAST!
I quick double check the call invite and see that it was scheduled for 10 am... not 11 am CST as I had written down in my planner for 12 noon EST. Ugh. And it was 11:40 EST. I quick called in.
Sorry!!!!!!! ... was all I could blurt out as I interrupted the closing statements.
They laughed and said I didn't miss much. Um. Yes I did. It's this thing called my ego and billable hours. They go hand-in-hand.
Perhaps I should have triple checked the date & time. But I didn't. I'll just blame my ever beloved coffee, which was the reason why I had even left my room (re: office) in the first place. If I was so addicted to my Dunkin' I probably wouldn't have missed my conference call and would be a few bucks richer.
Though speaking of my Dunkin' Donuts ...
After enjoying the latest post by Miss Mel (my favorite Alabaman) about Target (a fave MN company - are you seeing a trend here?) and their latest ad campaign being built BY the clientele I was reminded of Dunkin's new contest. Yes, I know Dunkin' has a new contest every-other-day but I think I may partake in this one. Can you create the next Dunkin' DONUT!?
I'm doing it and so should you!
Yes, I know you can. How many times have you been inhaling a Donut and coming up with your own version of Cinna-bacon-nut or Choco-latte-nut? Hrm? Yeah, thought so. Well share you culinary/R&D smarts with Dunkin' and you just never know... perhaps you'll be the next Donut king or queen!
2.17.2010
Hrmph. Go team?!
I had high hopes for USA Curling and all they are doing is letting me down...
Men - lost to both Germany & Norvay (though, note, both opponent teams had hot guys so they got bonus points from me there)
Women - lost to Japan and Germany ... killer mistakes made, can't believe it.
I'm not going to breakdown the mistakes, I'm just going to leave with the note of disappointment that I'm carrying right now. Granted it's just round two of the Round Robin event and they have six more games to go but it's just a bad start and that can really set a tone.
So onto the good news!
My old curling home, the Philadelphia Curling Club, is hosting an Open House next weekend and yes, I'm going!
Check out this article by Marcus Hayes, a Philadelphia sports writer, as he tried curling for the first time ever. I do have to say, many of his thoughts reflect the same things that were going through my head back in 2007 during my first class at the Potomac Curling Club. Though, I have a feeling that many of these aches and pains he speaks of will come right back seeing it's been awhile since I've done any 'willing' sliding on ice.
So if you enjoyed the article, you'll most definitely enjoy the video (not the mention, you get to see a few good shots of the club)
Men - lost to both Germany & Norvay (though, note, both opponent teams had hot guys so they got bonus points from me there)
Women - lost to Japan and Germany ... killer mistakes made, can't believe it.
I'm not going to breakdown the mistakes, I'm just going to leave with the note of disappointment that I'm carrying right now. Granted it's just round two of the Round Robin event and they have six more games to go but it's just a bad start and that can really set a tone.
So onto the good news!
My old curling home, the Philadelphia Curling Club, is hosting an Open House next weekend and yes, I'm going!
Check out this article by Marcus Hayes, a Philadelphia sports writer, as he tried curling for the first time ever. I do have to say, many of his thoughts reflect the same things that were going through my head back in 2007 during my first class at the Potomac Curling Club. Though, I have a feeling that many of these aches and pains he speaks of will come right back seeing it's been awhile since I've done any 'willing' sliding on ice.
So if you enjoyed the article, you'll most definitely enjoy the video (not the mention, you get to see a few good shots of the club)
2.15.2010
One More Day
Until Olympic CURLING STARTS!!! Woohoo!
I am excited to watch the U.S. men's and women's teams. For those who are not curling fans I suggest you take a gander at the sport on the teevee this year. While it doesn't appear to be demanding physically or mentally it really is - well, more on the mental than the physical.
FUN FACT: If you are in the position of First or Second, you average 2 miles of walking per game.
And if you ever wonder what a curlers dream is like ... this video will give you some good insight:
While I haven't been on the ice since 2008 I still love it and cannot wait to start curling next season. All I need to do is find my shoes (or buy new ones) seeing how it's funny that they 'run' off after being moved a few too many times. I have my broom and I may or may not have walked around Arlington this past weekend with it while blasting the Olympic theme song from my iPod out loud (than you portable speakers)! Best part was, I only got a few strange looks, one of them coming from a bum.
So yes, I'm ready not for only the Olympics but some American Curling victory!!
And if you were ever curious as to how a curling stone is made, check this out:
I am excited to watch the U.S. men's and women's teams. For those who are not curling fans I suggest you take a gander at the sport on the teevee this year. While it doesn't appear to be demanding physically or mentally it really is - well, more on the mental than the physical.
FUN FACT: If you are in the position of First or Second, you average 2 miles of walking per game.
And if you ever wonder what a curlers dream is like ... this video will give you some good insight:
While I haven't been on the ice since 2008 I still love it and cannot wait to start curling next season. All I need to do is find my shoes (or buy new ones) seeing how it's funny that they 'run' off after being moved a few too many times. I have my broom and I may or may not have walked around Arlington this past weekend with it while blasting the Olympic theme song from my iPod out loud (than you portable speakers)! Best part was, I only got a few strange looks, one of them coming from a bum.
So yes, I'm ready not for only the Olympics but some American Curling victory!!
And if you were ever curious as to how a curling stone is made, check this out:
2.12.2010
Are those from L.L. Bean
Not too long ago DC was dubbed the "Hollywood for Ugly People." I was a bit shocked when I heard this but then took a look around and realized that there is some truth to that statement. And lo-and-behold, there's even a blog devoted to it (then again, what isn't there a blog devoted to?)
Seeing that I've never claimed to be fashion-forward, ahem...I come from the land of practicality duh. I had my run-in with someone that reminded me of why the "Hollywood for Uglies" exists.
After the city has been ambushed by two blizzards over the past week and finds itself digging out of 2-4 feet of snow it is hard for the 'uglies' to even try to attempt at being fashionable but yet, I'm finding them trying really hard.
My common attire over the past week has consisted of snow pants, long-johns, boots and a down jacket. My way of sprucing up the outfit is via faux diamond earrings.
As I'm stomping around the city of Arlington (I haven't crossed the river in over a week due to crappy metro transit delays) I find myself in the same pieces of clothing and footwear ... namely my boots. My $20, Fleet Farm boots. These boots have saved me from many falls, from worrying about frostbite and have helped increase my speed in 18" of powdery, white stuff. While some friends are dawning their fancy lookin' rubber boots (non-insulated) I am perfectly happy and cozy while they are stomping their feet to regain feeling. So what if I look like I should be out deer hunting, I'm comfortable and that trumps all.
As I understand that girls still want to look cute even during the most treacherous weather, by no means are heels appropriate footwear. Yes, I'm talking to YOU the girl who took 20 mins to go downhill on a one-way path whereas it should have taken 5, ugh. (I'm still fuming about that)
While I have taken no shame in my lack of style,my ego has been lifted to a new level. It was Saturday and I had just trekked 4 miles around the city visiting friends in search of sanity where I made the last stop with my buddy T down the hill in Rosslyn. Once the evening came to a close T and I started to get ready to leave. Our host, a nice North Dakota boy who has been living out east longer than the wild west, took a glance at my boots and said, "Nice... did you get those at L.L. Bean?" Without skipping I beat I threw back, "Nope, I went to this little place, only in the Midwest, you may have heard of it - Fleet Farm."
BOO YA FASHION ELITISTS!
Curious, I took a look at what my twin boots at L.L. Bean would cost - yeah, I'm the wiser one there. Nice try boys. Lesson learned, I guess I can be a bit Hollywood and not even realize it - all thanks to Fleet Farm.
Seeing that I've never claimed to be fashion-forward, ahem...I come from the land of practicality duh. I had my run-in with someone that reminded me of why the "Hollywood for Uglies" exists.
After the city has been ambushed by two blizzards over the past week and finds itself digging out of 2-4 feet of snow it is hard for the 'uglies' to even try to attempt at being fashionable but yet, I'm finding them trying really hard.
My common attire over the past week has consisted of snow pants, long-johns, boots and a down jacket. My way of sprucing up the outfit is via faux diamond earrings.
As I'm stomping around the city of Arlington (I haven't crossed the river in over a week due to crappy metro transit delays) I find myself in the same pieces of clothing and footwear ... namely my boots. My $20, Fleet Farm boots. These boots have saved me from many falls, from worrying about frostbite and have helped increase my speed in 18" of powdery, white stuff. While some friends are dawning their fancy lookin' rubber boots (non-insulated) I am perfectly happy and cozy while they are stomping their feet to regain feeling. So what if I look like I should be out deer hunting, I'm comfortable and that trumps all.
As I understand that girls still want to look cute even during the most treacherous weather, by no means are heels appropriate footwear. Yes, I'm talking to YOU the girl who took 20 mins to go downhill on a one-way path whereas it should have taken 5, ugh. (I'm still fuming about that)
While I have taken no shame in my lack of style,my ego has been lifted to a new level. It was Saturday and I had just trekked 4 miles around the city visiting friends in search of sanity where I made the last stop with my buddy T down the hill in Rosslyn. Once the evening came to a close T and I started to get ready to leave. Our host, a nice North Dakota boy who has been living out east longer than the wild west, took a glance at my boots and said, "Nice... did you get those at L.L. Bean?" Without skipping I beat I threw back, "Nope, I went to this little place, only in the Midwest, you may have heard of it - Fleet Farm."
BOO YA FASHION ELITISTS!
Curious, I took a look at what my twin boots at L.L. Bean would cost - yeah, I'm the wiser one there. Nice try boys. Lesson learned, I guess I can be a bit Hollywood and not even realize it - all thanks to Fleet Farm.
2.11.2010
Click.
As noted, I like to meet the neighbors. I just plain like meeting people and when I discovered that we had two neighbor guys just next door, I got even more excited. No, they won't fully replace TC & CF but they are about 1.94 miles closer. So after this discovery and in the midst of going stir-crazy during our second storm in less than a week I sought the advice of TC on how to get to know (re: get invited) the neighbors better. M and I though about bringing over cookies, perhaps asking to borrow something but it all just came off too desperate. Suffice to say, I gave up on my schemes and decided to move ahead with my projects of the day.
After being burned out from doing micro homework for 2.5 hrs I decided that I should fix a pitcher of sangria and clear off the newly blanketed drive for when M came home. She's had crappy commutes and going to work at 4:30 a.m. never lifts anyone's mood. I quick mixed up the sangria and put on my snow gear. All SET! I walk outside to survey the damage. Not bad! Uh oh. Did the door close? Was it locked? I groped for the doorknob while screaming at self within. DAMN! It's locked. I'm locked out of the house and it's 10 degrees out and windy. Awesome.
I figured there was little else I could do beyond shoveling seeing I had NOTHING on me (no cell, no money, nothing). It was about 4:25 when I locked self out. I set to work on our driveway. People would walk by but none of the close by neighbors. None of them were out. Of course. Well, other than the hillbillies two houses down and frankly, I'd rather freeze than figure out what they are gonna be doing with that old, rusted out 85 camero on blocks in the front yard.
After a solid hour (?) of shoveling finally the boys door opened and out came MM. He saw me shoveling. Yelled over, "I beat you!" MM, "Yeah, well you've been out here forever!" Me, "Ummmm *silence* Yeah.... *more silence* It's easy to do that when you lock yourself out of the house." MM just stared and then laughed. By then I was over the punchy phase and explained that M should be home within the next hour. After we cleared out his walkway and around the car I was invited it. He set the heater up right next to me and gave me a beer and tried to force me to eat dinner (Um, I'm a girl, we don't eat food in front of a boy the first time, no, we drink and starve ourselves in hopes to not look like the pigs that we are). I was able to locate M's number and leave her a msg about my stupidity and found myself home within the next 30 mins.
As fun as it was... locking self out is probably not the best way to get invited over to the neighbors house.
Best line of the night - M, "I seriously thought you planned this."
Yes, I did but no, not really. Next time, the keys are coming with me & a plate of cookies as a thanks.
And just in case you haven't seen how awesome the Mid-Atlantic weather has been ... this video is wicked awesome.
After being burned out from doing micro homework for 2.5 hrs I decided that I should fix a pitcher of sangria and clear off the newly blanketed drive for when M came home. She's had crappy commutes and going to work at 4:30 a.m. never lifts anyone's mood. I quick mixed up the sangria and put on my snow gear. All SET! I walk outside to survey the damage. Not bad! Uh oh. Did the door close? Was it locked? I groped for the doorknob while screaming at self within. DAMN! It's locked. I'm locked out of the house and it's 10 degrees out and windy. Awesome.
I figured there was little else I could do beyond shoveling seeing I had NOTHING on me (no cell, no money, nothing). It was about 4:25 when I locked self out. I set to work on our driveway. People would walk by but none of the close by neighbors. None of them were out. Of course. Well, other than the hillbillies two houses down and frankly, I'd rather freeze than figure out what they are gonna be doing with that old, rusted out 85 camero on blocks in the front yard.
After a solid hour (?) of shoveling finally the boys door opened and out came MM. He saw me shoveling. Yelled over, "I beat you!" MM, "Yeah, well you've been out here forever!" Me, "Ummmm *silence* Yeah.... *more silence* It's easy to do that when you lock yourself out of the house." MM just stared and then laughed. By then I was over the punchy phase and explained that M should be home within the next hour. After we cleared out his walkway and around the car I was invited it. He set the heater up right next to me and gave me a beer and tried to force me to eat dinner (Um, I'm a girl, we don't eat food in front of a boy the first time, no, we drink and starve ourselves in hopes to not look like the pigs that we are). I was able to locate M's number and leave her a msg about my stupidity and found myself home within the next 30 mins.
As fun as it was... locking self out is probably not the best way to get invited over to the neighbors house.
Best line of the night - M, "I seriously thought you planned this."
Yes, I did but no, not really. Next time, the keys are coming with me & a plate of cookies as a thanks.
And just in case you haven't seen how awesome the Mid-Atlantic weather has been ... this video is wicked awesome.
snOMG from Andrew Cutraro on Vimeo.
2.10.2010
Neighborhood Dance
Do you want to know how to meet your neighbors that doesn't include the cops? A blizzard. I'm strong. But I'm tired of this. I thought I left this behind in the Midwest but I guess I and Al Gore were wrong. If there is anything good from this (beyond making the memorials look really purty covered in snow) it is getting out of the house and meeting your neighbors. On Saturday my roommate and I spent a good hour and half shoveling out the driveway to make it less craptastic come Sunday, when the snow was predicted to stop. During that time we witnessed the sorority house across the street with their boys in tow making a 'couch' out the snow drift in their front yard, complete with throw pillows and beer holders.
As my roommate and I threw beers in a bag and placed them on the cooler (the foot of snow on her car) we were greeted by hoards of neighbors walking down the street, beers in hand, chatting and taking photos of crazy, snow scenes. It was awesome. There were jokes going around and a lot of introductions. One of best moments was when the older couple across the road started to take about 30 photos of us in action and yelling over to us, "STOP! SMILE! PERFECT!!! We'll send these to you!" Love it. Another bonus, meeting the cute neighbor boy who's window is 10 ft away from mine (okay, that seems creepy written ... in it's not).
Anyhow neighbor boy earned major points that day with us for more than just looking cute. He had borrowed an old broom to clean off his car and I jokingly told him that he owed us a $10 usage fee. I said I was joking but he must have took it to heart a little. After a visit to the local Giant (I knew he went because he asked how it was after I had returned) we found a bottle of wine and a "Thank You" card on our porch next to the broom. Who knew guys still have hearts? I didn't! So now we are working on baking some cookies and going to bring them over to him as a thank you for being awesome.
Well, I'm out. I just pray that my roof doesn't collapse and the tree in the front yard decides to stay vertical (there is so much snow & ice on the darn thing, making in sag and hit our front window, not cool).
Hope ya'll are staying warm & safe!
As my roommate and I threw beers in a bag and placed them on the cooler (the foot of snow on her car) we were greeted by hoards of neighbors walking down the street, beers in hand, chatting and taking photos of crazy, snow scenes. It was awesome. There were jokes going around and a lot of introductions. One of best moments was when the older couple across the road started to take about 30 photos of us in action and yelling over to us, "STOP! SMILE! PERFECT!!! We'll send these to you!" Love it. Another bonus, meeting the cute neighbor boy who's window is 10 ft away from mine (okay, that seems creepy written ... in it's not).
Anyhow neighbor boy earned major points that day with us for more than just looking cute. He had borrowed an old broom to clean off his car and I jokingly told him that he owed us a $10 usage fee. I said I was joking but he must have took it to heart a little. After a visit to the local Giant (I knew he went because he asked how it was after I had returned) we found a bottle of wine and a "Thank You" card on our porch next to the broom. Who knew guys still have hearts? I didn't! So now we are working on baking some cookies and going to bring them over to him as a thank you for being awesome.
Well, I'm out. I just pray that my roof doesn't collapse and the tree in the front yard decides to stay vertical (there is so much snow & ice on the darn thing, making in sag and hit our front window, not cool).
Hope ya'll are staying warm & safe!
1.30.2010
Meet My Date - Mr. Calculator
It's almost 2 a.m. on Friday night/Saturday morning. I'm not just coming home from being out. Nope, I just logged out of my Micro homework and finished up some regular work. Exciting no? While I may be feeling bad for myself, I have zero reason to... perhaps because I decided to stay up until the wee hours (ahem, 5 a.m.) the past night and followed that up by sleeping in until noon (it's Friday, who cares... apparently not I!!)
So I'm a bit off. I worked/cleaned/read for class/worked on getting rid of headache from noon until about 6 p.m. Then the roommates came home and we sat around talking and cleaning out cupboards until 11 p.m. Well, I decided that I should do at least ONE homework assignment and that is where I am now. Finished with said assignment and ready for bed.
Maybe someday I'll be normal. But until then, I'm gonna just have to love having my weekend on a Thursday and my weekday on a Friday night.
So I'm a bit off. I worked/cleaned/read for class/worked on getting rid of headache from noon until about 6 p.m. Then the roommates came home and we sat around talking and cleaning out cupboards until 11 p.m. Well, I decided that I should do at least ONE homework assignment and that is where I am now. Finished with said assignment and ready for bed.
Maybe someday I'll be normal. But until then, I'm gonna just have to love having my weekend on a Thursday and my weekday on a Friday night.
1.28.2010
Rethinking the Plan
Seriously, I'm starting to re-think I why I even have the text message option for my phone.
The reason why I even bring this up has been over the last ten messages I've received.
1/28 - 2:20 p.m. EST - "Boobs" Yes. Wow.
1/27 - 12:53 p.m. EST - "Made it to the DC interview stage of foreign service. Last major hurdle to clear." What the hell?! I think it was a mistake from the friend
1/24 - 10:38 p.m. EST - "F" This was in reference to the Vikings losing to New Orleans. Who cares about the NFL? Not I! Then again, I did go and watch the game at a bar and managed to partake in three towers. Oops.
1/24 - 4:58 p.m. EST - "And order a beer tower :-)" re: above note
1/24 - 4:55 p.m. EST - "Around 6:15 ish, we'll need find seats" re: above, yes, this is bizniz
1/24 - 1:50 p.m. EST - "Game Day, whoop!" Intense messages only need apply
1/24 - 9:13 a.m. EST - "Right? I think my boss should meet him." Umm... message made me unhappy seeing it was in response to my meeting Mr. Awesome and how I should have his children
1/24 - 1:21 a.m. EST - "It is quite a tasty beverage. Night!" I guess I have a hard time getting thorough messages through via text. To his response I had to call and EXPLAIN what I had meant.
So you see over the past week little to nothing was accomplished via text messages yet I pay ~ $10/month to have the opportunity to send ridiculous/stupid/useless messages to my friends/acquaintances and only hope that something utterly profound (re: stupid) about sex/drugs/stupid people will cross my screen to make it onto the TextFromLastNight page. But as you can tell, that is likely not to happen. I am somewhat sad over this, to think I'm not good enough for it. But then again, if you're an avid reader, you understand that 90% of the messages posted are from 16-22 yr olds who have yet to understand the word responsibility and well, maturity. I'm not saying I'm the picture of maturity but at least I know what is just wrong with a majority of that posted.
The reason why I even bring this up has been over the last ten messages I've received.
1/28 - 2:20 p.m. EST - "Boobs" Yes. Wow.
1/27 - 12:53 p.m. EST - "Made it to the DC interview stage of foreign service. Last major hurdle to clear." What the hell?! I think it was a mistake from the friend
1/24 - 10:38 p.m. EST - "F" This was in reference to the Vikings losing to New Orleans. Who cares about the NFL? Not I! Then again, I did go and watch the game at a bar and managed to partake in three towers. Oops.
1/24 - 4:58 p.m. EST - "And order a beer tower :-)" re: above note
1/24 - 4:55 p.m. EST - "Around 6:15 ish, we'll need find seats" re: above, yes, this is bizniz
1/24 - 1:50 p.m. EST - "Game Day, whoop!" Intense messages only need apply
1/24 - 9:13 a.m. EST - "Right? I think my boss should meet him." Umm... message made me unhappy seeing it was in response to my meeting Mr. Awesome and how I should have his children
1/24 - 1:21 a.m. EST - "It is quite a tasty beverage. Night!" I guess I have a hard time getting thorough messages through via text. To his response I had to call and EXPLAIN what I had meant.
So you see over the past week little to nothing was accomplished via text messages yet I pay ~ $10/month to have the opportunity to send ridiculous/stupid/useless messages to my friends/acquaintances and only hope that something utterly profound (re: stupid) about sex/drugs/stupid people will cross my screen to make it onto the TextFromLastNight page. But as you can tell, that is likely not to happen. I am somewhat sad over this, to think I'm not good enough for it. But then again, if you're an avid reader, you understand that 90% of the messages posted are from 16-22 yr olds who have yet to understand the word responsibility and well, maturity. I'm not saying I'm the picture of maturity but at least I know what is just wrong with a majority of that posted.
1.27.2010
We Grow the Ivy
Best line of the past weekend:
... this is from a girl who was "consoling" a guy that just got done having a very public argument over finances with his long-term girlfriend.
Followed by, second best line:
... after the guy walked away to talk to his girlfriend.
Just add that to the great list of reasons why I can't stand Cornell people and yes, I have had many reasons from the past. And no, I'm not against Ivy League folks. Heck, some of my closest friends are Yale and Harvard Alums. It's really just Cornell. Which, from what I understand, isn't all Ivy. As in, some of the schools within Cornell University don't belong under the Ivy status. Hilarious.
***
School is in full force. I am scrambling each day to do my reading before nodding off to sleep. I am also enjoying a heavier work load. More work means more $$ and who complains about that, not I! Most notably after reviewing flight prices for going back home for Easter, which leads me to this. It is sad and crazy that it's cheaper for a RT-nonstop from DCA to Seattle than it is from DCA to MSP (which INCLUDES a layover). Sick. But then again, I like Seattle, perhaps I should visit sometime soon.
I am still trying to get a hold of this whole weather situation. I mean, I understand that it's warmer in DC than MN, derr. But 60 degrees in the middle of January is a bit ridiculous. Really. It is. I forgot it was just January, I thought it was April and I had missed Easter. Anyhow, I didn't even know it was 60 degrees out until the late afternoon on that day. It took a phone call from my mother announcing that it was blizzard-like conditions in MN while I was sitting in nice, balmy weather. Sad but again, that was good because it meant I was too caught up in work to even know what was going on beyond my bedroom/office.
And that's when I officially knew I had left home... weather no longer matters!
"I totally understand, I mean, I went to Cornell and couldn't get a job for six whole months. Really, I went to an Ivy League school."
... this is from a girl who was "consoling" a guy that just got done having a very public argument over finances with his long-term girlfriend.
Followed by, second best line:
"I think I did something good today! I feel so good!!"
... after the guy walked away to talk to his girlfriend.
Just add that to the great list of reasons why I can't stand Cornell people and yes, I have had many reasons from the past. And no, I'm not against Ivy League folks. Heck, some of my closest friends are Yale and Harvard Alums. It's really just Cornell. Which, from what I understand, isn't all Ivy. As in, some of the schools within Cornell University don't belong under the Ivy status. Hilarious.
***
School is in full force. I am scrambling each day to do my reading before nodding off to sleep. I am also enjoying a heavier work load. More work means more $$ and who complains about that, not I! Most notably after reviewing flight prices for going back home for Easter, which leads me to this. It is sad and crazy that it's cheaper for a RT-nonstop from DCA to Seattle than it is from DCA to MSP (which INCLUDES a layover). Sick. But then again, I like Seattle, perhaps I should visit sometime soon.
I am still trying to get a hold of this whole weather situation. I mean, I understand that it's warmer in DC than MN, derr. But 60 degrees in the middle of January is a bit ridiculous. Really. It is. I forgot it was just January, I thought it was April and I had missed Easter. Anyhow, I didn't even know it was 60 degrees out until the late afternoon on that day. It took a phone call from my mother announcing that it was blizzard-like conditions in MN while I was sitting in nice, balmy weather. Sad but again, that was good because it meant I was too caught up in work to even know what was going on beyond my bedroom/office.
And that's when I officially knew I had left home... weather no longer matters!
1.20.2010
First Day of School
It has begun! I am now on the journey towards gaining a masters degree. I laugh when thinking back to my first class last night. Like always, I arrive early but am too nervous to go and sit in the room so to kill time I go to the ladies room and then sit out in the lounge. I am too shy to introduce myself to fellow students so I pull out the BlackBerry and clear out my email, write down messages and send text messages. Lame. I know. Some of us need time to scope out the competition and become comfortable with their surroundings.
Finally came time for class. I didn't bring anything but my laptop and a note pad. The professor starts with, "I assume you all brought the syllabus?" Yes, I did... errr... via laptop! While he scolded those who didn't I turn on the laptop and pray for a fast load. Phew Syllabus is up! I don't raise my hand and pretend that I had totally planned to review it via the laptop. I'm still nervous and can only hear a voice in the back of my head saying, this better be worth it ... you're screwed if not! I'm scanning the syllabus and hoping that I have the intellect to make it through and prove to my professor that I'm worthy of entering the higher levels of my profession.
When I snapped back to reality the professor is asking for us to introduce ourselves and tell the class how our education is going to improve our goals. CRAP. I'm doomed they're going to think I'm lame. But as students started to tell of their backgrounds I became more comfortable. I made enemy and ally mental lists. When it came to me I stumble through the last five years of my life and to lighten the mood made a joke about going through international security with dried milk powder. People laughed ... I'm liked!!!
The class went a bit more smooth as I caught on to where the professor was going. Slowly but surely the arms on the clock moved to the 10 and 12. I made it. I made it through the first day of class with no foul play, wahoo! Only a thousand days and pages of reading to go until I get that end favored thing - a piece of paper declaring that I do have a masters.
1.14.2010
The Day of the Pomello
Last night a good friend of mine took me shopping out in Seven Corners (Falls Church) to a market where I was the whitest person there. My friend, who comes from Puerto Rican and Japanese background, loves it for the vast amounts of fresh produce and the crazy cuts of meat that you never knew existed outside of Chinatown. I went for kicks and giggles.
As I walked in I moseyed around picking produce that I loved and could find at the local HT and throwing in a few things that I had NO CLUE what they were. I figured that as long as I knew the name I could figure it out, thanks to the age of the internet. One of the new additions to my produce list was the "Pomello" ... best described as a grapefruit on steroids.
It was a beautiful piece and I had to get it. I yelled over to my friend asking, "Do you know what a PO - MEL - LO is?" He shook his head "no" so I stood there for about 30 seconds and contemplated the purchase. I figured, "what the heck, why not?!" and threw one in my basket.
(14 hrs go by)
So I just broke into it and yes, I did it before looking up what the heck it was! I learned quickly that there isn't that much flesh to it but it's way more delicious than your average grapefruit. I also learned that you need to peel the flesh away from the skin or else you'll be eating something not so tasty. After learning that the hard way I was well into pulling fleshy parts off and inhaling them like candy with the sweet juices running down my chin and all over the counter. It was fantastic and I recommend it to anyone who would love a cross between an orange and a grapefruit.
Welcome to my list of "Fruits I Love" Pomello!
1.13.2010
Your Chevy's Blue
As I was doing my workout walk (ahem, trip no. 2 to the over-priced Giant and to the ABC) I noticed that I was over dressed in comparison to my fellow Arlingtonians. No, I wasn't wearing the latest fashion - I was dress warmly in a down coat, mittens and headband. I looked around and thought to myself,"Wow... I'm from MN, I should be able to take this cold weather, how is it that they (re: locals) don't need the cover-up on this chilly, windy day?" I was bothered by this, thinking I had become weak. But really, I've only been gone for a week and that can't weaken a person that much! But then it hit me. Well, it was more like recalling a comment from a friend of mine with regards to her boyfriend from GA. Folks from cold climates know how to properly dress (unless you're a young fellow from Fargo)And apparently some folks don't (re: southerners)
As I looked at people hastily walking down the street I realized that I was cozy in my layers and didn't need to rush to get anywhere - I could just leisurely walk down the street and not worry about getting frostbite.
This may lead into why MN isn't known for fashion but I certainly can say that I'd take having all of my toes and fingers over looking cute.
As I looked at people hastily walking down the street I realized that I was cozy in my layers and didn't need to rush to get anywhere - I could just leisurely walk down the street and not worry about getting frostbite.
This may lead into why MN isn't known for fashion but I certainly can say that I'd take having all of my toes and fingers over looking cute.
1.11.2010
Another Year, Another Zip Code
Well people, as I continue to age I also continue to move. In the past 13 months I have moved four times. Yes, four. It can be annoying and often expensive but then again, staying in one place with no work can also be expensive. This last move, back out to DC (22201 - well, okay, Arlington, VA) was for the purpose of continued education. In eight days I'll be starting grad school and attempting to get a degree that will (hopefully) make me:
1. Make more money
2. More desirable amongst govn't & private agencies
3. Learn the actual laws of the int'l trade land
Cross your fingers folks that this will happen after 3 yrs and $60K in tuition
As much as I loved learning from trial and error I found "error" to be quite expensive and private companies don't like that and government look down upon it, though they were much more lenient.
Right now I'm sitting in my new home still surrounded by crap that needs to be hung/stored/shelved blah, blah, blah but instead of doing that I decided to spend quality time on a failing blog. Also, I'm too angry at my NEW printer/scanner/copier right now. The damn thing won't pick-up the paper - ugh. Really!? I'm about ready to shake it so hard that if it were a live being I'd lose custody.
Anyhow, upset ME will just need to let it cool over night and try again tomorrow...after I watch another episode of Dallas: Season Three (the "Who shot JR!? season)
p.s. Today I signed up for zipcar.com ... after 13 yrs of car ownership I have gone carless and now will only be car-sharing, I have a feeling a post or two may come of the new journey.
1. Make more money
2. More desirable amongst govn't & private agencies
3. Learn the actual laws of the int'l trade land
Cross your fingers folks that this will happen after 3 yrs and $60K in tuition
As much as I loved learning from trial and error I found "error" to be quite expensive and private companies don't like that and government look down upon it, though they were much more lenient.
Right now I'm sitting in my new home still surrounded by crap that needs to be hung/stored/shelved blah, blah, blah but instead of doing that I decided to spend quality time on a failing blog. Also, I'm too angry at my NEW printer/scanner/copier right now. The damn thing won't pick-up the paper - ugh. Really!? I'm about ready to shake it so hard that if it were a live being I'd lose custody.
Anyhow, upset ME will just need to let it cool over night and try again tomorrow...after I watch another episode of Dallas: Season Three (the "Who shot JR!? season)
p.s. Today I signed up for zipcar.com ... after 13 yrs of car ownership I have gone carless and now will only be car-sharing, I have a feeling a post or two may come of the new journey.
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