First day.
Spent it falling asleep on my feet. Literally. I mean, I was able to stay awake and conscious at work, but I totally passed out between shifts for an hour at my apartment.
Apparently, the two guys I worked with yesterday called in sick this morning.
But that's not exactly something you can do when it's your first day as a 40 hour professional.
I've only taken one sick day since I started in May of 2010. It's November of 2011.
Bring it.
It was a good first day, aside from the weakness and the wanting to crash.
And I have tomorrow off so I can rest up. I have a feeling I'll spend it on the couch. It's interesting having the whole day off from both places. I liked working at two different places for two different jobs but it was a lot to keep track of. Hopefully, this will be a little easier.
Other than working, and learning all about Kindle and its capabilities I also talked to my mom, who is coming to town tomorrow. She's always entertaining. And I can give her her new Christmas tree to take to the farm so I don't have to keep hauling it around in the back of my car.
Oh, did I mention I bought them a tree for Christmas? I think I might have in passing. Remember the Christmas Tree From Hell story? My Life in Closed Captions: A Christmas Tree Nightmare Mom says I get to throw the tree in the hole. I might even film the freaking event. It will be fantastic. And EPIC. I hate that freaking tree.
So yes, I bought them a new one. With no lights already attached. They just die off and don't work the next year anyway. This is easier. I will also buy them some new ornaments, if she wants them. It is her Christmas present. Well, hers and dad's. Who said I should get a giant 9 foot one, but since she and I are the ones to decorate the thing every year, I went with her decision on the 7 foot one instead.
And it's still in my car. So Mom can take it home tomorrow. No real point in taking it out of the car if I'm not going to put it up in my apartment.
Okay, other good things in life. Talked with Obi-Wan about camp today. Last weekend of July is set up. We'll get most of the rowdy crew back again, but with the exception of some major players who have scheduled conflicts. Gonna be interesting there.
Ummm... I'm watching the Kate's Sister episode of NCIS which totally makes me sad. Kate was my favorite. Think I still like her more than Ziva, which is saying something because Ziva seriously rocks. I'm glad that Sasha is back on TV. Rizzoli and Isles is rockin' it on TNT.
Oh! And Kat guest-starred on NCIS. As Chaplan Burke. I was impressed. And she's a redhead so maybe they'll keep her around since Gibbs has a thing for redheads. That'd be awesome. Kat as in Kat Gardener from Eastwick. aka Jaime Ray Newman. I loved Eastwick. But of course, it got cut short. Not a surprise there it did star Lindsay Price and Rebecca Romijn. Not exactly solid TV series records in their background. But I like them so I watched it. Found it quite funny. Although, the problem with it ending so quickly was that in the finale it made you believe that Darryl was a good person and not the devil like in the real Eastwick.
Speaking of redheads, I think my very favorite NCIS guest star redhead would probably be Casey Novak with a gun, Diane Neal aka Abigail Borin. Call the Coast Guard, She's fantastic. I just watched "Ships in the Night" yes, I'm watching season 8 on DVD again, get used to it. And I'm still laughing. She's on a horrible blind date on a boat - with nowhere to go - when someone gets shot and murdered and then Gibbs comes and she's still in a dress trying to work a crime scene, it's hysterical.
Gibbs: Well, somebody get something!
McGee computer beeps: Boss, I got something.
Borin: My guys never do that.
Gibbs: Get yourself some new guys.
Sorry. NCIS rocks. Maybe tomorrow night I'll serenade you with things about Bones or Criminal Minds or Castle or one of the movies I have checked out. But I'll stick with NCIS until I crash tonight.
Which is now. Cause yeah. Exhausted.
enjoy.
"Fix You" Coldplay
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Thursday, November 17, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
I'm the butler, I like to keep the kitchen tidy.
I love that someone typed "exploded babysitter" into google and got to my blog. That's fantastic. Also amusing, another person's search for "O Lord of Light" ended up with 2G's version. Hope we didn't scar them for life.
Wore my 2G shirt to work today. Well, tonight anyway. I usually wear jeans and a nice shirt if I'm headed to the main branch since I'm like a professional there. Or para-professional. Their words not mine. This is why I love camp. Got back to my roots and wore t-shirts and sport shorts the whole time. That's the actual me. I used to wear tear-aways, t-shirts and a backwards hat every day to school for years. This whole jeans and a nice shirt thing is like prom to me. Every day. Which is why it's nice to throw in a superhero shirt or funny reference one every once in a while when I'm just an Aide.
Besides, I've learned not to wear those shirts at the other branch. If they're going to stare at my chest I would rather them do it in silence and get it over with instead of staring and overwhelming me with conversation about the symbol emblazoned across my chest. That's just awkward.
Staff meeting this morning where my Koha Whisperer thing was made known. Now I'm just nervous they're going to ask me actual questions. Go to someone smart. I'm just a cronie. After that it was covering at the other branch while they had their staff meeting. Okay, I'm calling favorite cause at which branch does she bring pizza to a staff meeting? Yeah. But I got two pieces. Cause it's my branch too. And it was my lunch hour. And that branch is obsessed with all things bread. I blame Space Cadet. Her baking skills got us hooked. They're constantly finding recipes in books and trying to bribe her into making them. It's amusing. She says she'll slip me a few easy recipes that I won't burn down my apartment with. That should be interesting.
After all that fun it was lunch hour - yes a whole hour! that I didn't have to spend finding parking! - so I ran back to the apartment and watched Bonekickers - "like graveyard jenga down here" c'mon you knew that was coming - then went back for three hours and shelved in my bright orange shirt. Joe Studley said I needed to turn it down. It's that bright. I'm proud. Then dinner with Second Sister, got my leftovers in the fridge! I'm stoked for chicken tikka and rice at 3AM. Yes, small children sleep more than I do, get over it.
Then we hit up Barnes and Noble which...okay I used to make fun of it because it was a big bookstore and then they started selling all this other crap and I was like, "get that out of my bookstore!" Now I work at a library, so they can sell whatever they want. Anyway, so I go in, and okay, remember how I'm a nerd. And I got a raise. So what does a nerd do when they get a raise? They buy a wand. That lights up. And is awesome.
Yes a raise. It's interesting in these budget times but I'll take it. Another fun work thing - got my year evaluation! Which is amusing cause I still haven't gotten my 6 month one yet. Again, I'll take it. As long as he doesn't say that I suck. Which, I don't think I do. People are generally glad when I'm there. But I'm a nerd and make them laugh so maybe that's part of it.
Anyway, right, so in between the chicken tikka and the wand-buying was the driving from place to place and I pulled out of the parking lot following her and she's driving and suddenly pulls in the parking lot and starts waving all frantic and flailing. "Why are you following me?!" She was lost. And technically I live like less than a few miles from the place so I guess it would make more sense if I were to lead. So, I led, and got us on the right road and I'm calling Oldest Sister to see if she can meet us and I see Second Sister pass me in the lane next to me. I was like, "What?! She's in the wrong lane!" like chanting it, "She's in the wrong lane, she's in the wrong lane" all while being on the phone with Second Sister when we pull up to the stoplight and she turns...which makes me realize that it was me in the wrong lane. It's another one of those zombie moments, you know when you're driving on a road you take often but to a different destination and you're just used to driving to that place. Anyway, she turned but I was able to switch lanes and turn behind her. Meanwhile Oldest Sister was probably making fun of me the whole time.
OH! BTW - she has threatened to come to my apartment and steal a piece out of all my puzzles. That's just mean. I don't need any help from you to not finish the thing.
"Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?!"
"You don't need any help from me sir."
"That's right!"
name that movie. if you were at camp you'd be all over it.
I blamed my poor sense of direction on being on the phone. "I can only remain sane when not involved in actual conversation." quote of the day. true story.
It was a Lily Allen kind of day. Yes, I've posted a lot of hers since she's my favorite, here are a few new ones.
"The Fear" Live version at The Sound on BBC 2
"Smile" official video
awful. love 2:21. was she eating candy with the wrapper still on it? i totally have those headphones.
these are both two of her biggest hits, yes she's british but she's awesome. we like british people, they're cool and have fun accents.
"But he was your second husband. Your first husband also disappeared."
"But that was his job. He was an illusionist."
"But he never reappeared!"
"He wasn't a very good illusionist."
OUT!
Wore my 2G shirt to work today. Well, tonight anyway. I usually wear jeans and a nice shirt if I'm headed to the main branch since I'm like a professional there. Or para-professional. Their words not mine. This is why I love camp. Got back to my roots and wore t-shirts and sport shorts the whole time. That's the actual me. I used to wear tear-aways, t-shirts and a backwards hat every day to school for years. This whole jeans and a nice shirt thing is like prom to me. Every day. Which is why it's nice to throw in a superhero shirt or funny reference one every once in a while when I'm just an Aide.
Besides, I've learned not to wear those shirts at the other branch. If they're going to stare at my chest I would rather them do it in silence and get it over with instead of staring and overwhelming me with conversation about the symbol emblazoned across my chest. That's just awkward.
Staff meeting this morning where my Koha Whisperer thing was made known. Now I'm just nervous they're going to ask me actual questions. Go to someone smart. I'm just a cronie. After that it was covering at the other branch while they had their staff meeting. Okay, I'm calling favorite cause at which branch does she bring pizza to a staff meeting? Yeah. But I got two pieces. Cause it's my branch too. And it was my lunch hour. And that branch is obsessed with all things bread. I blame Space Cadet. Her baking skills got us hooked. They're constantly finding recipes in books and trying to bribe her into making them. It's amusing. She says she'll slip me a few easy recipes that I won't burn down my apartment with. That should be interesting.
After all that fun it was lunch hour - yes a whole hour! that I didn't have to spend finding parking! - so I ran back to the apartment and watched Bonekickers - "like graveyard jenga down here" c'mon you knew that was coming - then went back for three hours and shelved in my bright orange shirt. Joe Studley said I needed to turn it down. It's that bright. I'm proud. Then dinner with Second Sister, got my leftovers in the fridge! I'm stoked for chicken tikka and rice at 3AM. Yes, small children sleep more than I do, get over it.
Then we hit up Barnes and Noble which...okay I used to make fun of it because it was a big bookstore and then they started selling all this other crap and I was like, "get that out of my bookstore!" Now I work at a library, so they can sell whatever they want. Anyway, so I go in, and okay, remember how I'm a nerd. And I got a raise. So what does a nerd do when they get a raise? They buy a wand. That lights up. And is awesome.
Yes a raise. It's interesting in these budget times but I'll take it. Another fun work thing - got my year evaluation! Which is amusing cause I still haven't gotten my 6 month one yet. Again, I'll take it. As long as he doesn't say that I suck. Which, I don't think I do. People are generally glad when I'm there. But I'm a nerd and make them laugh so maybe that's part of it.
Anyway, right, so in between the chicken tikka and the wand-buying was the driving from place to place and I pulled out of the parking lot following her and she's driving and suddenly pulls in the parking lot and starts waving all frantic and flailing. "Why are you following me?!" She was lost. And technically I live like less than a few miles from the place so I guess it would make more sense if I were to lead. So, I led, and got us on the right road and I'm calling Oldest Sister to see if she can meet us and I see Second Sister pass me in the lane next to me. I was like, "What?! She's in the wrong lane!" like chanting it, "She's in the wrong lane, she's in the wrong lane" all while being on the phone with Second Sister when we pull up to the stoplight and she turns...which makes me realize that it was me in the wrong lane. It's another one of those zombie moments, you know when you're driving on a road you take often but to a different destination and you're just used to driving to that place. Anyway, she turned but I was able to switch lanes and turn behind her. Meanwhile Oldest Sister was probably making fun of me the whole time.
OH! BTW - she has threatened to come to my apartment and steal a piece out of all my puzzles. That's just mean. I don't need any help from you to not finish the thing.
"Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?!"
"You don't need any help from me sir."
"That's right!"
name that movie. if you were at camp you'd be all over it.
I blamed my poor sense of direction on being on the phone. "I can only remain sane when not involved in actual conversation." quote of the day. true story.
It was a Lily Allen kind of day. Yes, I've posted a lot of hers since she's my favorite, here are a few new ones.
"The Fear" Live version at The Sound on BBC 2
"Smile" official video
awful. love 2:21. was she eating candy with the wrapper still on it? i totally have those headphones.
these are both two of her biggest hits, yes she's british but she's awesome. we like british people, they're cool and have fun accents.
"But he was your second husband. Your first husband also disappeared."
"But that was his job. He was an illusionist."
"But he never reappeared!"
"He wasn't a very good illusionist."
OUT!
Monday, May 30, 2011
On this lovely bella notte....
I couldn't post last night since our internet was done but I'll try not to ramble on too long tonight.
Anybody do anything special for Memorial Day? I remember, a few years ago, we went to a cemetary with one of my uncles and he was telling this story - apparently, one of our relatives was quite the drinker and the doctor told him it was unhealthy so he should stop. The dude looks at the doctor and says, "I know a lot more old drunks than old doctors." Awesome.
I was actually pretty productive this weekend. I cleaned out a section of my closet, had a camp meeting - led the thing even though i'm the youngest - sent out a bunch of application letters - after stuffing envelopes and writing addresses for a couple hours. Feels good. But the letters are out so I should get more forms this week. Then it'll just be camp central.
I also am on disc #3 out of 14 for Book #7. We have to listen to the audio version and I'll listen to more of that tomorrow between shifts while I clean my apartment....I say in a semi-dream state, it's highly probably that I'll nap instead.
Tonight I went over to oldest sister's house to have dinner and watched I Am Number Four - which I talked about on here earlier. It was the one we went to and didn't know anything about it so we said if it sucked we'd just make commentary. It was surpringly entertaining. Just like Swamp People. "Shoot it Jacob!"
"Work Hard, Play Harder" Gretchen Wilson
love it, and the videos cool with the images projected on the barn.
"Bella Notte" Glee version
been in my head all weekend. love the 1:18 switchover to acapella. although it's not much of a beautiful night tonight. storm central!
alright, i'm out. work tomorrow.
Anybody do anything special for Memorial Day? I remember, a few years ago, we went to a cemetary with one of my uncles and he was telling this story - apparently, one of our relatives was quite the drinker and the doctor told him it was unhealthy so he should stop. The dude looks at the doctor and says, "I know a lot more old drunks than old doctors." Awesome.
I was actually pretty productive this weekend. I cleaned out a section of my closet, had a camp meeting - led the thing even though i'm the youngest - sent out a bunch of application letters - after stuffing envelopes and writing addresses for a couple hours. Feels good. But the letters are out so I should get more forms this week. Then it'll just be camp central.
I also am on disc #3 out of 14 for Book #7. We have to listen to the audio version and I'll listen to more of that tomorrow between shifts while I clean my apartment....I say in a semi-dream state, it's highly probably that I'll nap instead.
Tonight I went over to oldest sister's house to have dinner and watched I Am Number Four - which I talked about on here earlier. It was the one we went to and didn't know anything about it so we said if it sucked we'd just make commentary. It was surpringly entertaining. Just like Swamp People. "Shoot it Jacob!"
"Work Hard, Play Harder" Gretchen Wilson
love it, and the videos cool with the images projected on the barn.
"Bella Notte" Glee version
been in my head all weekend. love the 1:18 switchover to acapella. although it's not much of a beautiful night tonight. storm central!
alright, i'm out. work tomorrow.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Totally hilarious but highly inappropriate.
Went to see Bridesmaids and oh my god, so funny but sooo inappropriate. I was laughing so hard. Kristen Wiig is fantastic, as is Maya Rudolph but the best one was Melissa McCarthy. She was hysterical in every scene.
What's really funny though is that half those scenes/lines aren't in the actual movie but it's still hilarious. Cause usually, you know, the preview shows the funniest parts then the rest is like eh. The whole movie was hysterical. Totally hilarious but highly inappropriate.
My afternoon off was amazing. I should have been reading but instead I spent it watching DVDs I have checked out that are due soon.
More camp development today as well. The website is now officially been updated. If you weren't crazy going into this whole directing thing then you leave with some degree of insanity. But it's a good kind of crazy. If that doesn't sound crazy in itself.
Just one for tonight but I'm totally jamming.
"You've Lost that Lovin' Feeling" Righteous Brothers
awesome. i know the bff is probably searching for top gun clips on youtube now.
think i'm gonna grab an icecream bar and konk out.
What's really funny though is that half those scenes/lines aren't in the actual movie but it's still hilarious. Cause usually, you know, the preview shows the funniest parts then the rest is like eh. The whole movie was hysterical. Totally hilarious but highly inappropriate.
My afternoon off was amazing. I should have been reading but instead I spent it watching DVDs I have checked out that are due soon.
More camp development today as well. The website is now officially been updated. If you weren't crazy going into this whole directing thing then you leave with some degree of insanity. But it's a good kind of crazy. If that doesn't sound crazy in itself.
Just one for tonight but I'm totally jamming.
"You've Lost that Lovin' Feeling" Righteous Brothers
awesome. i know the bff is probably searching for top gun clips on youtube now.
think i'm gonna grab an icecream bar and konk out.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
"Oh, because Cheers was taken!"
So, it's official. My social life is dead and gone for the next 2 and a half months. I got my first camp application in the mail today. Geez. I just sent them out like two days ago. And I should be excited. Because I love camp! I seriously love it! I could ramble on about camp for days and days - I do, actually, to the BFF and I think it drives her bananas - but right now, I'm just trying to get through the whole grad school read your brains out thing. So, I think, for the most part, I'll upload the information into a spreadsheet and then deal with it later after the meeting. Which will hopefully either be this weekend or the next. I guess I should ask my partner about that one and if he has any updates on it. Gotta find a new binder as well - my old one is still stuffed with last years info and the year before that's as well. I have a whole corner in my bedroom filled with tubs stuffed with old camp forms, tshirts, bandanas, lanyards, envelopes with the old themes written on them, just like piled up in the corner. I should go through those as well.
I've lived here almost a year now - it'll be a year end of next week - and I still haven't completely unpacked. I now have pictures and paintings on the wall of the living room, so if you just go in there I can completely fool you. But if you make it past the bathroom to the bedroom then I'm toast. There's still boxes everywhere. And I don't even have posters on the walls. Which is soooo bizarre for me. Yes, I still act like a teenager in my decor choices. It drives my sister - well sisters - nuts.
So, this summer, aside from directing a camp, taking classes and working two jobs I will also not only empty all the boxes and put stuff away but also hang stuff up on the walls, get curtains that block out the sun - I hate myself every morning for putting that off - and...well, I'm sure I'll come up with something else later on. Other than clean. Which I also need to do.
But speaking of year anniversaries, I've now officially been at one of the branches for over a year....well, as of Monday I had anyway. Now it's been a year and two days...and still haven't had my 6 month evaluation. Which makes me laugh. But yes, a year. Huzzah! It's funny because it flew by. So it doesn't feel like it's been a year. And on the 24th I will have officially been at the other branch for a year. Although, technically, it was only for a temp position so my 1-year-official-anniversary isn't until like September 18th. Or 16th. I can't remember. I'll look into it later.
Songs for the night:
"Say Hey (I Love You)" - Michael Franti & Spearhead
love the video and the song. those drummers are sweet!
okay...what else....I'll put my ipod on shuffle and hit you with whatever comes up. nope, not that one...or that one...that one's just dumb...okay, i lied. i'll hit you with one when i find one that i haven't already recommended, doesn't suck or won't be stuck in my head for the rest of the night as i have to read and do homework stuff.
...close enough.
"Can't Fight the Moonlight" - LeAnn Rimes and Piper Perabo
because i like the final scene better than the music video.
i actually thought about this movie today during work - when she asks if she's on drugs and she's like "just coffee." See, THIS! is Maria Bello's perfect role. Seriously. This is who I see her as. So, don't go casting her in roles with British accents "Rick, watch out for those rocks!" I just cringe every time. I mean, the whole like 3 times I've watched it. I refuse. The Mummy isn't The Mummy without Rachel Weisz, I'm sorry. Okay, rant over. Anyway, this is Maria Bello man. HBIC bartender. Awesomeness. If you have no idea who I'm rambling about she's at 0:15 and she's the first one to scream. Piper's not bad herself, haha.
So yes, I do have the soundtrack and yes, it is amazing.
I'm still channeling Victoria... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vt-ne7vkA40 I'll just keep posting it until you all actually go there and watch it. Or start protesting. Whichever happens first.
Book #3 is finished now I'm started on #4, I'll give you a S.O.A. on them when I finish that one and post all the info. Huzzah!
I've lived here almost a year now - it'll be a year end of next week - and I still haven't completely unpacked. I now have pictures and paintings on the wall of the living room, so if you just go in there I can completely fool you. But if you make it past the bathroom to the bedroom then I'm toast. There's still boxes everywhere. And I don't even have posters on the walls. Which is soooo bizarre for me. Yes, I still act like a teenager in my decor choices. It drives my sister - well sisters - nuts.
So, this summer, aside from directing a camp, taking classes and working two jobs I will also not only empty all the boxes and put stuff away but also hang stuff up on the walls, get curtains that block out the sun - I hate myself every morning for putting that off - and...well, I'm sure I'll come up with something else later on. Other than clean. Which I also need to do.
But speaking of year anniversaries, I've now officially been at one of the branches for over a year....well, as of Monday I had anyway. Now it's been a year and two days...and still haven't had my 6 month evaluation. Which makes me laugh. But yes, a year. Huzzah! It's funny because it flew by. So it doesn't feel like it's been a year. And on the 24th I will have officially been at the other branch for a year. Although, technically, it was only for a temp position so my 1-year-official-anniversary isn't until like September 18th. Or 16th. I can't remember. I'll look into it later.
Songs for the night:
"Say Hey (I Love You)" - Michael Franti & Spearhead
love the video and the song. those drummers are sweet!
okay...what else....I'll put my ipod on shuffle and hit you with whatever comes up. nope, not that one...or that one...that one's just dumb...okay, i lied. i'll hit you with one when i find one that i haven't already recommended, doesn't suck or won't be stuck in my head for the rest of the night as i have to read and do homework stuff.
...close enough.
"Can't Fight the Moonlight" - LeAnn Rimes and Piper Perabo
because i like the final scene better than the music video.
i actually thought about this movie today during work - when she asks if she's on drugs and she's like "just coffee." See, THIS! is Maria Bello's perfect role. Seriously. This is who I see her as. So, don't go casting her in roles with British accents "Rick, watch out for those rocks!" I just cringe every time. I mean, the whole like 3 times I've watched it. I refuse. The Mummy isn't The Mummy without Rachel Weisz, I'm sorry. Okay, rant over. Anyway, this is Maria Bello man. HBIC bartender. Awesomeness. If you have no idea who I'm rambling about she's at 0:15 and she's the first one to scream. Piper's not bad herself, haha.
So yes, I do have the soundtrack and yes, it is amazing.
I'm still channeling Victoria... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vt-ne7vkA40 I'll just keep posting it until you all actually go there and watch it. Or start protesting. Whichever happens first.
Book #3 is finished now I'm started on #4, I'll give you a S.O.A. on them when I finish that one and post all the info. Huzzah!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
You spin me round with your pop muzik.
I was totally productive today! I know, shocker! But it was camp central! After work central. Shelved everything except the picture books since we're out of room. Gonna have to figure out what to do about that tomorrow.
Anyway, it was totally camp central. Wrote out the application forms, talked to my partner in crime, and Pastor, sent the new forms to him to hand out tomorrow at his meeting, plus to our website guy and a bunch of teachers in our district so they can promote it. Picked a few dates for a possible meeting - which needs to happen soon - and started a new folder for all incoming stuff. It sounds a lot simpler than it actually was. Or maybe not.
Now I'm starving. Woops, forgot about supper...Mmmm...cereal sounds good...
But now, aside from starting to write the skits, I just prep for the meeting which means working on a schedule and looking at the budget.
Oh, also bought the new Word program so I'm having SOOO much fun updating each individual word/works file on my computer. Ugh.
Yay a preview for Pirates! Gonna be weird without Orlando and Keira.
Songs for the night:
"Pop Muzik" - M
awesome song and video - favorite memory was when I was at my sister's and I taught my niece and nephew (aged 2 and 3 at the time) the refrains and they were running around the house singing "shoo-be-doo-be-doo-wop" "bop-bop-shoo-wop"
and, oh my god, have you SEEN THIS VIDEO?!
"You Spin Me Round" Dead or Alive
that's just fantastic.
and i'm out.
Anyway, it was totally camp central. Wrote out the application forms, talked to my partner in crime, and Pastor, sent the new forms to him to hand out tomorrow at his meeting, plus to our website guy and a bunch of teachers in our district so they can promote it. Picked a few dates for a possible meeting - which needs to happen soon - and started a new folder for all incoming stuff. It sounds a lot simpler than it actually was. Or maybe not.
Now I'm starving. Woops, forgot about supper...Mmmm...cereal sounds good...
But now, aside from starting to write the skits, I just prep for the meeting which means working on a schedule and looking at the budget.
Oh, also bought the new Word program so I'm having SOOO much fun updating each individual word/works file on my computer. Ugh.
Yay a preview for Pirates! Gonna be weird without Orlando and Keira.
Songs for the night:
"Pop Muzik" - M
awesome song and video - favorite memory was when I was at my sister's and I taught my niece and nephew (aged 2 and 3 at the time) the refrains and they were running around the house singing "shoo-be-doo-be-doo-wop" "bop-bop-shoo-wop"
and, oh my god, have you SEEN THIS VIDEO?!
"You Spin Me Round" Dead or Alive
that's just fantastic.
and i'm out.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Just wave.
Oldest sister has this story that's kind of turned out to be a great life analogy. Basically, back when she was in high school, she was told not to ride on this guy's motorcycle and then of course she did it anyway. And, while riding in town, she passes our parents. Knowing she's already in trouble she just waves. It's a good life motto - along with "that's something to scrapbook". Life is crap. Or so I was told today. So the least you can do, when times are bad and you know you're in trouble, is wave. I have a feeling I'll be doing a lot of waving this week.
Play practice today was interesting. The performance is Thursday but there were no jitters. Actually, there was no interest at all. They wouldn't stand still, they were talking when other people were saying their lines, they didn't speak out - I was in the third row and I couldn't even hear them. I'm beginning to be glad this is only going to last 25 minutes instead of the usual 45. So, we're not doing commercials anymore and the kids gave up on their rap-off at the end. It's a whole mess. But, with all the bad timing - got the script late, during sports seasons, almost end of year and they just want to be done with school - what else should I expect? But whatever. I'll wave for that too.
And I guess there was good with the bad. They're all out of their books - except one and that's allowed because she's the reporter and can read from the script - and the songs are better than the weird versions in the script now that Nic has fixed them. I applaud her patience with kids. I only come in like once a week - well, now like once every two - but she has them every day. Yikes. See, this is why I dropped out of the Ed program. Kids...not my strong point. Good thing I direct a camp, huh?
Anyway, my camp director partner and I - because he's involved in like everything - hooked up some mics and stuck them around the stage so we should be able to hear the kids through at least the third row.
And, we got to talk about the joy that is camp, and the preparation process that goes along with and hasn't started yet even though it should have. I have people asking about information already, usually we wait to send forms out until school is out for the summer but that is coming a lot more quickly than I'd like it. So, I get the joy of coming up with new forms, sending them out, sending everything new to our website guy and hoping he has time to update it, plus do grad school stuff and work both jobs. This is going to be a fun couple of months.
After original application forms are out we work up a mock schedule and I start a spreadsheet of the campers as their applications come back. Then we have our meeting where we decide the specifics about the schedule. Then my director partner and me - and my high school friend if she still wants to help out, not sure as I haven't talked to her in a while - assign kids to counselors and counselors to cabins, finalize the schedule on an official form we give the kids, plan a packing list and send it out to all the campers along with information for the parents. After all that joy is printing out nametags for all the lanyards - and cleaning all the lanyards before we put the new ones in which is just gross - and then we're about halfway done. Haha.
Then it's songbooks with Liz - my mentor for all things music and camp - and I get the pleasure of writing and assigning skits for grades 3-8th. Oh, and assigning teen helpers to cabins and other stations. The teen helpers are always an interesting bunch. Either they're super excited to be there so we put them in cabins or they just want to get away from their parents in which case we put them at a station we think they'll be good at. I cheat because I get first pick for skits and worship with me and Liz. We get the best ones - aka play guitar and put up with our antics.
So, all that, while worrying about budgeting, volunteers, oh and this year we're going to have to find new lifeguards as ours might not make it. They're lifers like me, but all good things must come to an end.
Like I said, fun couple of months. There will be a multitude of waving.
Songs for the day:
White and Nerdy - Weird Al
So yes, I am a fan. And yes, I do sing this at work.
...
Sorry...Victoria....I can't pimp this video enough: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vkrbXvo5fVQ
Mike and Molly - Victoria steals every scene!
"Misery Business" Paramore
No she's not the brunette, hold out til the end. I was super confused. Think I'm still super confused.
But other than sleeping in - huzzah! - watching NCIS and Body of Proof, going to play practice, hanging with my family, then driving back here to my big fat cat there wasn't a lot going on today. Oh, I finished my book. Eh. I mean, it was good. But when I was done all I could think of was, "Well, that was super depressing." and "Why would you leave her journal there?" Tomorrow I have to find Book #2 and fast as I'm not sure how many pages it has. Gotta read it and write some sort of analysis question about the both of them.
Alright, out for the night. Hope you have a good week!
Play practice today was interesting. The performance is Thursday but there were no jitters. Actually, there was no interest at all. They wouldn't stand still, they were talking when other people were saying their lines, they didn't speak out - I was in the third row and I couldn't even hear them. I'm beginning to be glad this is only going to last 25 minutes instead of the usual 45. So, we're not doing commercials anymore and the kids gave up on their rap-off at the end. It's a whole mess. But, with all the bad timing - got the script late, during sports seasons, almost end of year and they just want to be done with school - what else should I expect? But whatever. I'll wave for that too.
And I guess there was good with the bad. They're all out of their books - except one and that's allowed because she's the reporter and can read from the script - and the songs are better than the weird versions in the script now that Nic has fixed them. I applaud her patience with kids. I only come in like once a week - well, now like once every two - but she has them every day. Yikes. See, this is why I dropped out of the Ed program. Kids...not my strong point. Good thing I direct a camp, huh?
Anyway, my camp director partner and I - because he's involved in like everything - hooked up some mics and stuck them around the stage so we should be able to hear the kids through at least the third row.
And, we got to talk about the joy that is camp, and the preparation process that goes along with and hasn't started yet even though it should have. I have people asking about information already, usually we wait to send forms out until school is out for the summer but that is coming a lot more quickly than I'd like it. So, I get the joy of coming up with new forms, sending them out, sending everything new to our website guy and hoping he has time to update it, plus do grad school stuff and work both jobs. This is going to be a fun couple of months.
After original application forms are out we work up a mock schedule and I start a spreadsheet of the campers as their applications come back. Then we have our meeting where we decide the specifics about the schedule. Then my director partner and me - and my high school friend if she still wants to help out, not sure as I haven't talked to her in a while - assign kids to counselors and counselors to cabins, finalize the schedule on an official form we give the kids, plan a packing list and send it out to all the campers along with information for the parents. After all that joy is printing out nametags for all the lanyards - and cleaning all the lanyards before we put the new ones in which is just gross - and then we're about halfway done. Haha.
Then it's songbooks with Liz - my mentor for all things music and camp - and I get the pleasure of writing and assigning skits for grades 3-8th. Oh, and assigning teen helpers to cabins and other stations. The teen helpers are always an interesting bunch. Either they're super excited to be there so we put them in cabins or they just want to get away from their parents in which case we put them at a station we think they'll be good at. I cheat because I get first pick for skits and worship with me and Liz. We get the best ones - aka play guitar and put up with our antics.
So, all that, while worrying about budgeting, volunteers, oh and this year we're going to have to find new lifeguards as ours might not make it. They're lifers like me, but all good things must come to an end.
Like I said, fun couple of months. There will be a multitude of waving.
Songs for the day:
White and Nerdy - Weird Al
So yes, I am a fan. And yes, I do sing this at work.
...
Sorry...Victoria....I can't pimp this video enough: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vkrbXvo5fVQ
Mike and Molly - Victoria steals every scene!
"Misery Business" Paramore
No she's not the brunette, hold out til the end. I was super confused. Think I'm still super confused.
But other than sleeping in - huzzah! - watching NCIS and Body of Proof, going to play practice, hanging with my family, then driving back here to my big fat cat there wasn't a lot going on today. Oh, I finished my book. Eh. I mean, it was good. But when I was done all I could think of was, "Well, that was super depressing." and "Why would you leave her journal there?" Tomorrow I have to find Book #2 and fast as I'm not sure how many pages it has. Gotta read it and write some sort of analysis question about the both of them.
Alright, out for the night. Hope you have a good week!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
"I transferred from Los Angeles, your school has no gymnastics team, this is a last resort..."
Name that movie. It's my random quote of the day.
Others include:
Oldest Sister - "I'm related to that one."
Me - "She's my older sister."
Josh - "You're very strong."
OS - "So you've met my family."
Josh - "Just that one."
Thanks. But he's actually the reason I went tonight. He helps out at camp, well directs the teen one with Steve and me. He's got some good one-liners from camp as well.
Me - "Josh!"
Josh - "Finally! Someone who doesn't call me Pastor!"
and then the incident when all the guy leaders were talking about bathrooms and I refused to take part in the conversation (i was the only girl counselor that year) so I got up and walked away and heard him yell, "Shaaaaaaaaaaaaare! Carrie won't shaaaaaaare!"
Today was a serious roller coaster. Early morning training at the big branch and the system was flaky? I guess you could say, where it worked one minute but then it didn't the next. After that it was like flustered central because there was a lot to do and I was scheduled to practice more training stuff but I did actual work work instead because we were behind. By the time I got out of there I was exhausted and I was only there 'til one. Then I came over to the smaller branch after that - so it was backwards day - and got to have fun conversations with my coworkers there. I love my coworkers. And my boss. They are the bomb-diggity. My Glee-loving boss says that we should get matching t-shirts for inservice with a phrase that basically deals with the name of our branch and a movement that happened in the 1860's. I think it'd be fun. I'm actually semi-excited for inservice. I mean, it'll probably be long and stuff, but I'll know people so it's okay.
"Hey Soul Sister" Glee version
The Warblers at Sectionals. Awesomeness.
Missy is my hero. I have no idea how this quote came to me today, I saw nothing dealing with Eliza Dushku or cheerleading or gymnastics or Los Angeles. But yeah. Just one of those that comes at you and sticks with you.
Now I feel like I should watch the movie. Do I even own the movie? Hmmm... gonna find out.
Night!
Others include:
Oldest Sister - "I'm related to that one."
Me - "She's my older sister."
Josh - "You're very strong."
OS - "So you've met my family."
Josh - "Just that one."
Thanks. But he's actually the reason I went tonight. He helps out at camp, well directs the teen one with Steve and me. He's got some good one-liners from camp as well.
Me - "Josh!"
Josh - "Finally! Someone who doesn't call me Pastor!"
and then the incident when all the guy leaders were talking about bathrooms and I refused to take part in the conversation (i was the only girl counselor that year) so I got up and walked away and heard him yell, "Shaaaaaaaaaaaaare! Carrie won't shaaaaaaare!"
Today was a serious roller coaster. Early morning training at the big branch and the system was flaky? I guess you could say, where it worked one minute but then it didn't the next. After that it was like flustered central because there was a lot to do and I was scheduled to practice more training stuff but I did actual work work instead because we were behind. By the time I got out of there I was exhausted and I was only there 'til one. Then I came over to the smaller branch after that - so it was backwards day - and got to have fun conversations with my coworkers there. I love my coworkers. And my boss. They are the bomb-diggity. My Glee-loving boss says that we should get matching t-shirts for inservice with a phrase that basically deals with the name of our branch and a movement that happened in the 1860's. I think it'd be fun. I'm actually semi-excited for inservice. I mean, it'll probably be long and stuff, but I'll know people so it's okay.
"Hey Soul Sister" Glee version
The Warblers at Sectionals. Awesomeness.
Missy is my hero. I have no idea how this quote came to me today, I saw nothing dealing with Eliza Dushku or cheerleading or gymnastics or Los Angeles. But yeah. Just one of those that comes at you and sticks with you.
Now I feel like I should watch the movie. Do I even own the movie? Hmmm... gonna find out.
Night!
Friday, February 25, 2011
This is a week of my favorite things Day Five: Hobbies
Since I love my job and that's basically my life now I don't have a lot of time for hobbies, or as much time as I used to. Aside from the usual singing, dancing like an idiot, watching movies/tv, listening to music, hanging out with friends most of my hobbies somehow involve children - directing plays, directing a camp, directing skits and worship at that camp, that's my mid-year life. Should be interesting to balance with work. We'll see how that goes. We have a date for the play this year, we're doing Three Men in the Fiery Furnace - but it's under a different title that I can't remember - but we're grouping it with awards night, that way we have more time to work on it.
Aaannnd, since it's almost spring that means camp stuff is going to be starting up full swing soon, aka writing up the registration and release forms, sending them out, updating the website, then once they start coming in it's all about ordering t-shirts, assigning grades to cabins along with counselors, teen helpers, station leaders, putting together a schedule, watching the budget, writing/finding skits to match with the numbers in each grade. Printing nametags to put in the lanyards, updating the song books...I'm missing something, I'm sure. But yeah, there are spreadsheets galore on my computer, it's madness. But I love it. Because, again, I'm crazy. But just seeing how happy the kids are is totally worth it. Plus, youth camp means teen camp which is even more fun because it means I'm not constantly watching out for homesick 3rd graders. These are just teens that only want to swim, tube, or watch movies on the wall. "Delayed...Reaction" loves teen camp because it's when we're most inspired to write and perform music...Plus we eat things like pizza, steak, lasagne, icecream and all that. Take them bowling. Go tubing down the river, which we do at youth camp as well but that is madness. 40+ 5-8th graders tubing down a river does not bode well for the sane. I'm stoked! Can't you tell? No, I actually am stoked. I love it. Which is why I've been going to the camp since 2nd grade. That's like...crap headmath on the fly sucks, Library Goddess was right. Like 12 years of camp! Madness, no wonder I got promoted. I'm a lifer. So's Amos. And Steve. And Megan. We have fun.
Okay, enough rambling, list time.
So I guess favorite hobbies for me include:
5. Lazy things like watching movies/tv, listening to music, reading books - it's nice to have something that's quiet and laidback after working all day in public service.
4. Helping with the play at my old grade school - we have far too much fun during practice. more laughing than progress but it's worth it in the end.
3. Going to the Roller Derby!! I'm a nerd for Derby. LT. Slamher is my hero. No Coast Derby Girls all the way! Toni told me I was supposed to try out (aka manager) but Mom said if I made it into grad school I wasn't allowed to join as it would take up too much of my time. Boo. I could pull off a secret hidden life, right? Yeah, no, probably not.
2. Directing the kids summer camp - yes it basically takes over my life and all my spare time but I love it. I really do.
1. Writing - That's really my only "hobby hobby" of interest because it's the only thing I'm occasionally semi-good at. Or so people tell me, everything I write I think is crap. Maybe that's because I'm a perfectionist, about writing anyway, so if it turns out different than my plan I don't like it.
But I write some of the skits for camp if I can't find anything I like. This past year I wrote one on Rapuzel the early years aka before she was born and how the evil witch tricked her parents into giving her up. I gave it to the seventh grade girls. My niece played the demon radish - long story - but they loved it, she still has the script hanging on her door. I always give my favorite skits to the seventh graders just because they still think drama and acting is fun, whereas the eighth graders are like "this is lame. i want to go swimming." It's the skits that are written at 2AM the night before camp that I've learned go over the best, aka Rapuzel and then the year before that's "Killer Eggs" which is an even longer story and yet again for the seventh graders.
But major pressure for this year since I promised the seventh grade girls a continuation of Rapunzel after she was imprisoned. And now they'll be eighth graders. Crap.
Okay, back to writing. Since it's clearly my favorite hobby without any competition we'll just go with it.
Here's a short intro from one of my latest projects.
“Well they say she died easy of a broken heart disease, as I listen through the cemetery trees.” – One Headlight, The Wallflowers
I watch as Tom, her father, approaches the grave. His hands are clasped behind him as he walks in an adagio kind of pace. From far away one could easily assume he is at peace, but they would be missing the contorted look on his face that contradicts with the rest of his calm demeanor. He is trying to be strong for Amanda, Lindsay’s mother, who seems to be a zombie in complete denial of every emotion ever conceived.
As the service starts people make a circle around the grave and Father Mark. I stay by the tree line around the edge of the cemetery. My feet are stuck in place. I can’t seem to make it any closer than 40 feet away. The breeze picks up and I can hear the leaves rustling against each other. It is as if she is here pushing me toward the grave, begging me to say goodbye and receive some kind of closure in return. But I’m not going anywhere. This is as close as I can get. The wind makes it hard to hear Father Mark. I can only make out every couple words but I’m not really listening anyway. All I can think about is the last few days. A week ago you were healthy. A week ago you were happy. A week ago we were together. Now you’re dead… and it’s my fault.
Intrigued? Me too, now if only I could figure out where to go from there!! No, I have a couple pages after that but I'm already stuck. Jake is the main character, he is moving to Seattle for a job and asks Lindsay to go with him. Most of it is in flashback. I'm still debating how to kill her off and make it his fault. I have a couple of ideas but none of them good enough to give me inspiration to finish it. If you have any send them my way!
So, since I'm blocked on that one I'll stick to my guns and hit you with another Sketch and Edit. With them I'm never blocked, mostly because they're short and if I don't like it I can make them do someting else, like order takeout or go shopping for flowers or go to a bar or install a nav system or decorate a tree. The possibilities are endless. There are more of these throughout the blog if you feel like scrolling through. You don't have to read them in any particular order.
Since I've been spent most of my day in one Wednesday I'll give you this one.
Sketch and Edit Sit in the Waiting Room
E – “I hate waiting rooms. They always make me feel so nervous.”
S – “Remind me why I’m here again.”
E – “Every time I go to the dentist something always goes wrong.”
S – “And I’m here because…”
E – “I need the moral support. You should know I’m famous here for bad things happening. Didn’t you notice the hygienists laughing and giving me funny looks when I checked in?”
S – “I just figured that was a normal reaction for people around you. Why are you famous at your dentist’s office?”
E – “Just traumatic events… I kicked him once.”
S – “The dentist?”
E – “No, Janet Reno, yes the dentist!”
S – “What happened?”
E – “He told me all he needed to do was pull out one of my baby teeth and it wouldn’t take long but ended up cutting it into four pieces.”
S – “Ouch, but that’s not that bad.”
E – “And I passed out, it was embarrassing.”
S – “Lots of people pass out at their dentist’s.”
E – “Do they also freak out over having too much Novacaine, run to the lobby, smack their heads on the main desk, conk out cold and then wake up in their dentist’s arms?”
S – “All that here?”
E – “Yeah, last time I was here they asked if they should put a big red x in front of the desk. Apparently I made number three on their list of top five highlights in this office. I bet it’s down to number four now though since he got arrested this summer.”
S – “What?”
E – “Thought you might like that one."
S – “Your dentist is a felon?!”
E – “Say it again but louder, I don’t think the mailman heard you. And my orthodontist committed suicide a while ago too.”
S – “Are your teeth really that bad?” *Edit glares* “So, basically I’m here to…?”
E – “Keep me from getting violent and/or passing out in the lobby…or just generally embarrassing myself.”
S – “Sounds like a full-time job.”
Dentist – “We’re ready for you now.” *leaves*
S – “Was that the felon?”
E – “Yes.”
S – “Aw, no felons have the right to be that good looking…”
E – “Slow down there cowgirl. I’ll be back soon…hopefully.”
S – “Okay, I’ll just be here, building up my tolerance for heedless celebrity gossip. Look, it’s Brad and Jennifer!”
E – “I always was for Team Aniston. I bet if you dig deep enough in those piles you’ll find some about Hugh Grant and Elizabeth Hurley…” *leaves, comes back twenty minutes later to find a red-marker-colored taped ‘x’ in front of the desk* “Oh, You’re dead.” *Sketch smiles and makes a run for it*
Based on a true story. I really am famous at my dentist's office. The main lady at the desk asked if they should put an x in front of the desk and one of the hygienist's heads went up and yelled "that was you?!"
Okay, I'm running out of ideas for favorite things. I have Music, Movies, TV, Books and now Hobbies. Tomorrow I'm thinking Youtube clips or websites or something to that effect. If you have any other suggestions send them my way.
Aaannnd, since it's almost spring that means camp stuff is going to be starting up full swing soon, aka writing up the registration and release forms, sending them out, updating the website, then once they start coming in it's all about ordering t-shirts, assigning grades to cabins along with counselors, teen helpers, station leaders, putting together a schedule, watching the budget, writing/finding skits to match with the numbers in each grade. Printing nametags to put in the lanyards, updating the song books...I'm missing something, I'm sure. But yeah, there are spreadsheets galore on my computer, it's madness. But I love it. Because, again, I'm crazy. But just seeing how happy the kids are is totally worth it. Plus, youth camp means teen camp which is even more fun because it means I'm not constantly watching out for homesick 3rd graders. These are just teens that only want to swim, tube, or watch movies on the wall. "Delayed...Reaction" loves teen camp because it's when we're most inspired to write and perform music...Plus we eat things like pizza, steak, lasagne, icecream and all that. Take them bowling. Go tubing down the river, which we do at youth camp as well but that is madness. 40+ 5-8th graders tubing down a river does not bode well for the sane. I'm stoked! Can't you tell? No, I actually am stoked. I love it. Which is why I've been going to the camp since 2nd grade. That's like...crap headmath on the fly sucks, Library Goddess was right. Like 12 years of camp! Madness, no wonder I got promoted. I'm a lifer. So's Amos. And Steve. And Megan. We have fun.
Okay, enough rambling, list time.
So I guess favorite hobbies for me include:
5. Lazy things like watching movies/tv, listening to music, reading books - it's nice to have something that's quiet and laidback after working all day in public service.
4. Helping with the play at my old grade school - we have far too much fun during practice. more laughing than progress but it's worth it in the end.
3. Going to the Roller Derby!! I'm a nerd for Derby. LT. Slamher is my hero. No Coast Derby Girls all the way! Toni told me I was supposed to try out (aka manager) but Mom said if I made it into grad school I wasn't allowed to join as it would take up too much of my time. Boo. I could pull off a secret hidden life, right? Yeah, no, probably not.
2. Directing the kids summer camp - yes it basically takes over my life and all my spare time but I love it. I really do.
1. Writing - That's really my only "hobby hobby" of interest because it's the only thing I'm occasionally semi-good at. Or so people tell me, everything I write I think is crap. Maybe that's because I'm a perfectionist, about writing anyway, so if it turns out different than my plan I don't like it.
But I write some of the skits for camp if I can't find anything I like. This past year I wrote one on Rapuzel the early years aka before she was born and how the evil witch tricked her parents into giving her up. I gave it to the seventh grade girls. My niece played the demon radish - long story - but they loved it, she still has the script hanging on her door. I always give my favorite skits to the seventh graders just because they still think drama and acting is fun, whereas the eighth graders are like "this is lame. i want to go swimming." It's the skits that are written at 2AM the night before camp that I've learned go over the best, aka Rapuzel and then the year before that's "Killer Eggs" which is an even longer story and yet again for the seventh graders.
But major pressure for this year since I promised the seventh grade girls a continuation of Rapunzel after she was imprisoned. And now they'll be eighth graders. Crap.
Okay, back to writing. Since it's clearly my favorite hobby without any competition we'll just go with it.
Here's a short intro from one of my latest projects.
“Well they say she died easy of a broken heart disease, as I listen through the cemetery trees.” – One Headlight, The Wallflowers
I watch as Tom, her father, approaches the grave. His hands are clasped behind him as he walks in an adagio kind of pace. From far away one could easily assume he is at peace, but they would be missing the contorted look on his face that contradicts with the rest of his calm demeanor. He is trying to be strong for Amanda, Lindsay’s mother, who seems to be a zombie in complete denial of every emotion ever conceived.
As the service starts people make a circle around the grave and Father Mark. I stay by the tree line around the edge of the cemetery. My feet are stuck in place. I can’t seem to make it any closer than 40 feet away. The breeze picks up and I can hear the leaves rustling against each other. It is as if she is here pushing me toward the grave, begging me to say goodbye and receive some kind of closure in return. But I’m not going anywhere. This is as close as I can get. The wind makes it hard to hear Father Mark. I can only make out every couple words but I’m not really listening anyway. All I can think about is the last few days. A week ago you were healthy. A week ago you were happy. A week ago we were together. Now you’re dead… and it’s my fault.
Intrigued? Me too, now if only I could figure out where to go from there!! No, I have a couple pages after that but I'm already stuck. Jake is the main character, he is moving to Seattle for a job and asks Lindsay to go with him. Most of it is in flashback. I'm still debating how to kill her off and make it his fault. I have a couple of ideas but none of them good enough to give me inspiration to finish it. If you have any send them my way!
So, since I'm blocked on that one I'll stick to my guns and hit you with another Sketch and Edit. With them I'm never blocked, mostly because they're short and if I don't like it I can make them do someting else, like order takeout or go shopping for flowers or go to a bar or install a nav system or decorate a tree. The possibilities are endless. There are more of these throughout the blog if you feel like scrolling through. You don't have to read them in any particular order.
Since I've been spent most of my day in one Wednesday I'll give you this one.
Sketch and Edit Sit in the Waiting Room
E – “I hate waiting rooms. They always make me feel so nervous.”
S – “Remind me why I’m here again.”
E – “Every time I go to the dentist something always goes wrong.”
S – “And I’m here because…”
E – “I need the moral support. You should know I’m famous here for bad things happening. Didn’t you notice the hygienists laughing and giving me funny looks when I checked in?”
S – “I just figured that was a normal reaction for people around you. Why are you famous at your dentist’s office?”
E – “Just traumatic events… I kicked him once.”
S – “The dentist?”
E – “No, Janet Reno, yes the dentist!”
S – “What happened?”
E – “He told me all he needed to do was pull out one of my baby teeth and it wouldn’t take long but ended up cutting it into four pieces.”
S – “Ouch, but that’s not that bad.”
E – “And I passed out, it was embarrassing.”
S – “Lots of people pass out at their dentist’s.”
E – “Do they also freak out over having too much Novacaine, run to the lobby, smack their heads on the main desk, conk out cold and then wake up in their dentist’s arms?”
S – “All that here?”
E – “Yeah, last time I was here they asked if they should put a big red x in front of the desk. Apparently I made number three on their list of top five highlights in this office. I bet it’s down to number four now though since he got arrested this summer.”
S – “What?”
E – “Thought you might like that one."
S – “Your dentist is a felon?!”
E – “Say it again but louder, I don’t think the mailman heard you. And my orthodontist committed suicide a while ago too.”
S – “Are your teeth really that bad?” *Edit glares* “So, basically I’m here to…?”
E – “Keep me from getting violent and/or passing out in the lobby…or just generally embarrassing myself.”
S – “Sounds like a full-time job.”
Dentist – “We’re ready for you now.” *leaves*
S – “Was that the felon?”
E – “Yes.”
S – “Aw, no felons have the right to be that good looking…”
E – “Slow down there cowgirl. I’ll be back soon…hopefully.”
S – “Okay, I’ll just be here, building up my tolerance for heedless celebrity gossip. Look, it’s Brad and Jennifer!”
E – “I always was for Team Aniston. I bet if you dig deep enough in those piles you’ll find some about Hugh Grant and Elizabeth Hurley…” *leaves, comes back twenty minutes later to find a red-marker-colored taped ‘x’ in front of the desk* “Oh, You’re dead.” *Sketch smiles and makes a run for it*
Based on a true story. I really am famous at my dentist's office. The main lady at the desk asked if they should put an x in front of the desk and one of the hygienist's heads went up and yelled "that was you?!"
Okay, I'm running out of ideas for favorite things. I have Music, Movies, TV, Books and now Hobbies. Tomorrow I'm thinking Youtube clips or websites or something to that effect. If you have any other suggestions send them my way.
Monday, January 31, 2011
His Name Was GADE - Delayed...Reaction
I should write a song. I've been listening to too much music today. It's all sort of blended together. But writing one wouldn't be too difficult, I mean you tell them who you are, why you're in pain, who caused it, which window you're standing underneath while writing this ballad and then when you get stuck throw out some "hey"s or "oh"s or "yeah"s. How hard can that be? Although, if you're me, your songs usually turn out a bit like this one.
This was at camp back in....crap now I have to count backwards...just camp 2010...we didn't start camp j 2009...war of the cosmos 2008...that puts GADE in 2007.
We wrote this song for our fellow counselor who was having kind of a rough camp experience to cheer her up, and it worked, you can hear her cheer at the end. Anyway, this is the kind of stuff that happens when you have too much time on your hands at camp, well mostly teen camp. There were many encounters between this counselor and a certain camper but the breaking point took place when the camper stole her shoes without asking and the counselor found out about it in an interesting fashion. So we used that as an inspiration and decided to write a song about it.
But we loved writing it so much that we've written one every year since and recorded them. If you go to camp you'll get a lot of the inside jokes (well if you're a counselor anyway) so, since the majority of you haven't, I'm assuming, I'll post the lyrics as well.
His Name Was Gade
By Delayed...Reaction
Yes my favorite part is at the 3:01 mark. There's a reason I only play guitar once a year.
Here's the lyrics in case you missed them.
This is a song about a man named Gade
Who had shoes that were too small
His name was Gade
He had it made
His guitar he played
While he sat in the shade
Gade stole some shoes
That were way way too small
He stole them from
A woman at the mall
That woman freaked
When the shoes were gone
She didn't know what to do
So she wrote down this song
Chorus-
Oh those shoes, they were too small
too small-too small
Oh the pain of it all
of it all-of it all
The train whistle blew
Gade arose from his bed
He could not see
His glasses were not on his head
It was 5AM
He put on those shoes
He went into the bathroom
And started to sing the blues
Chorus-
Oh those shoes, they were too small
too small-too small
Oh the pain of it all
of it all-of it all
There was a party
At a fancy place
So Gade wore his shoes
With a smirk on his face
He got the attention
Of all those fancy guests
Gade always spoke loudly
And he always dressed the best
But just by chance
The old woman was there
She saw her stolen shoes
And gave Gade the glare
Gade saw her too
They came together
She told ol' Gade
That her name was Heather
At dinnertime (cher style)
He called her name
He wanted to know
Why she came
Chorus-
Oh those shoes, they were too small
too small-too small
Oh the pain of it all
of it all-of it all
She ignored Gade's call
So he tried again
He wanted to know
If her shoe size was ten
She said, "Oh No!" (cher style)
"I wear an eight!"
Gade said, "No wonder
These shoes don't fit me so great!"
The guests were appalled
They didn't know what to say
They just sat in shock
At what they saw today
The moral of this here story
When you steal someone's goods
Return them clean
Or those bears will eat you in the woods
Because that's what happened to Gade...
Chorus-
Oh those shoes, they were too small
too small-too small
Oh the pain of it all
of it all-of it all
I said those shoes, they were too small
too small-too small
Oh the pain of it all
of it all-of it all
That's right, that's the story of the ballad of Gade in my words that was given to me by that very woman
Oh Gade,
(Random ranting in Spanish - something about wearing socks...)
This was at camp back in....crap now I have to count backwards...just camp 2010...we didn't start camp j 2009...war of the cosmos 2008...that puts GADE in 2007.
We wrote this song for our fellow counselor who was having kind of a rough camp experience to cheer her up, and it worked, you can hear her cheer at the end. Anyway, this is the kind of stuff that happens when you have too much time on your hands at camp, well mostly teen camp. There were many encounters between this counselor and a certain camper but the breaking point took place when the camper stole her shoes without asking and the counselor found out about it in an interesting fashion. So we used that as an inspiration and decided to write a song about it.
But we loved writing it so much that we've written one every year since and recorded them. If you go to camp you'll get a lot of the inside jokes (well if you're a counselor anyway) so, since the majority of you haven't, I'm assuming, I'll post the lyrics as well.
His Name Was Gade
By Delayed...Reaction
Yes my favorite part is at the 3:01 mark. There's a reason I only play guitar once a year.
Here's the lyrics in case you missed them.
This is a song about a man named Gade
Who had shoes that were too small
His name was Gade
He had it made
His guitar he played
While he sat in the shade
Gade stole some shoes
That were way way too small
He stole them from
A woman at the mall
That woman freaked
When the shoes were gone
She didn't know what to do
So she wrote down this song
Chorus-
Oh those shoes, they were too small
too small-too small
Oh the pain of it all
of it all-of it all
The train whistle blew
Gade arose from his bed
He could not see
His glasses were not on his head
It was 5AM
He put on those shoes
He went into the bathroom
And started to sing the blues
Chorus-
Oh those shoes, they were too small
too small-too small
Oh the pain of it all
of it all-of it all
There was a party
At a fancy place
So Gade wore his shoes
With a smirk on his face
He got the attention
Of all those fancy guests
Gade always spoke loudly
And he always dressed the best
But just by chance
The old woman was there
She saw her stolen shoes
And gave Gade the glare
Gade saw her too
They came together
She told ol' Gade
That her name was Heather
At dinnertime (cher style)
He called her name
He wanted to know
Why she came
Chorus-
Oh those shoes, they were too small
too small-too small
Oh the pain of it all
of it all-of it all
She ignored Gade's call
So he tried again
He wanted to know
If her shoe size was ten
She said, "Oh No!" (cher style)
"I wear an eight!"
Gade said, "No wonder
These shoes don't fit me so great!"
The guests were appalled
They didn't know what to say
They just sat in shock
At what they saw today
The moral of this here story
When you steal someone's goods
Return them clean
Or those bears will eat you in the woods
Because that's what happened to Gade...
Chorus-
Oh those shoes, they were too small
too small-too small
Oh the pain of it all
of it all-of it all
I said those shoes, they were too small
too small-too small
Oh the pain of it all
of it all-of it all
That's right, that's the story of the ballad of Gade in my words that was given to me by that very woman
Oh Gade,
(Random ranting in Spanish - something about wearing socks...)
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I got a tiger, I got a tiger, I got a tiger hey! hey! hey! hey!
Don't worry, it's stuffed. And tiny. And cute. And sat on my dashboard today but I felt guilty leaving him in the cold so I brought him in for the night. Carter stared at it for a while then got bored and laid somewhere else. Now he's playing with the strap on my bag. Yes, he's brilliant.
Anyway, it was a present from my coworker since I'm a tiger now. Missouri's mascot. I've been a lion then a knight then a bulldog - really, a bulldog? why? - and now I'm a tiger. Major progress. Or a personality disorder, depending on how you look at it.
woops, forgot.
Time: 9:15
Music: "I can't lie" - Maroon 5
Location: Couch
Attitude: Amused
Today was split shift, shelving in the morning, desk work at night. Mom came between shifts so I didn't get any chores done. Other than paying for class, and sort of cleaning my apartment. Organizing. We'll go with that. Since I had to bring back my cat and all that he entails when I came back from Christmas I didn't want to have to carry all my presents and stuff in too so Mom brought them today. Half of my stuff was kitchen stuff so I put all that away today - it's like spatula overload. I have 6 in all different sizes and colors. What exactly is the purpose of a spatula anyway? It's not like the thing you flip pancakes with it's the thing that you mix batter with. That's a spatula, right? If not I don't know what it's called. But I have 6 of them.
BTW - Do you know how much freaking work it is to carve a grapefruit?! Dude. And how do you know when you're doing it right cause it just ended up a big pile of mess anyway. There's no sophisticated way to eat a grapefruit, no matter how you slice it. Literally. So I covered it in sugar and attacked it with a fork. It was good.
Tonight was fun. Me and Space Cadet totally rocked it. We agreed she's the senior space cadet, I'm only the tag along space cadet. I have to earn my rank. She made me do the closing announcement. Apparently my voice carries. Then she changed it to it's more commanding. Then she changed that to I project well. Which I guess is true. You learn to project well when you're in charge of a kid's camp, especially in the drama department. Which reminds me, I gotta start work on forms for registration soon. Ugh, already. That flew by fast. That means coming up with a theme with the rest of the leaders, finding a bible passage to match said theme, finding graphics, re-writing all of the forms from scratch because of changes from last year, then either writing or finding 8+ skits depending on how many kids I get. Blah. Will have to text partner tomorrow afternoon to see if he knows anything about the theme.
Tomorrow means larger branch, which I haven't been to since Thursday. I have a feeling I forgot to sign my timesheet before it was collected. Which means I lose points. And I like my 118 so that would suck. I'm hoping that by some weird miracle I finished it Thursday and signed it. Like had a psychic moment that I was gonna be sick the next day and not be back until tomorrow. But that's highly doubtful. Right? Especially since I don't remember having a psychic moment. And that's something you would remember. Right?
Tomorrow also means I'm wearing my Firefly shirt just to see how many people get the reference. Yes, it's official, I've turned into one of those too. Add that to the list of geeks I already am.
And I'm out. Gonna write some more Sketch and Edit's and then crash.
Have a good night.
Anyway, it was a present from my coworker since I'm a tiger now. Missouri's mascot. I've been a lion then a knight then a bulldog - really, a bulldog? why? - and now I'm a tiger. Major progress. Or a personality disorder, depending on how you look at it.
woops, forgot.
Time: 9:15
Music: "I can't lie" - Maroon 5
Location: Couch
Attitude: Amused
Today was split shift, shelving in the morning, desk work at night. Mom came between shifts so I didn't get any chores done. Other than paying for class, and sort of cleaning my apartment. Organizing. We'll go with that. Since I had to bring back my cat and all that he entails when I came back from Christmas I didn't want to have to carry all my presents and stuff in too so Mom brought them today. Half of my stuff was kitchen stuff so I put all that away today - it's like spatula overload. I have 6 in all different sizes and colors. What exactly is the purpose of a spatula anyway? It's not like the thing you flip pancakes with it's the thing that you mix batter with. That's a spatula, right? If not I don't know what it's called. But I have 6 of them.
BTW - Do you know how much freaking work it is to carve a grapefruit?! Dude. And how do you know when you're doing it right cause it just ended up a big pile of mess anyway. There's no sophisticated way to eat a grapefruit, no matter how you slice it. Literally. So I covered it in sugar and attacked it with a fork. It was good.
Tonight was fun. Me and Space Cadet totally rocked it. We agreed she's the senior space cadet, I'm only the tag along space cadet. I have to earn my rank. She made me do the closing announcement. Apparently my voice carries. Then she changed it to it's more commanding. Then she changed that to I project well. Which I guess is true. You learn to project well when you're in charge of a kid's camp, especially in the drama department. Which reminds me, I gotta start work on forms for registration soon. Ugh, already. That flew by fast. That means coming up with a theme with the rest of the leaders, finding a bible passage to match said theme, finding graphics, re-writing all of the forms from scratch because of changes from last year, then either writing or finding 8+ skits depending on how many kids I get. Blah. Will have to text partner tomorrow afternoon to see if he knows anything about the theme.
Tomorrow means larger branch, which I haven't been to since Thursday. I have a feeling I forgot to sign my timesheet before it was collected. Which means I lose points. And I like my 118 so that would suck. I'm hoping that by some weird miracle I finished it Thursday and signed it. Like had a psychic moment that I was gonna be sick the next day and not be back until tomorrow. But that's highly doubtful. Right? Especially since I don't remember having a psychic moment. And that's something you would remember. Right?
Tomorrow also means I'm wearing my Firefly shirt just to see how many people get the reference. Yes, it's official, I've turned into one of those too. Add that to the list of geeks I already am.
And I'm out. Gonna write some more Sketch and Edit's and then crash.
Have a good night.
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