Of Course I Hear Voices: I Own Parrots

Are we talking new shows or old shows? New Shows: Chuck and Dexter (both don't start until October :-( Booooo.) New shows I am undecided. I have not had a chance to watch my recordings of "new shows" yet (last week was busy...so is this week but eh it happens), but both of those look good. I'm not sure if I am excited about those (I am sort of a TV snob thanks to being a television minor), but those two shows look to be pretty good. I do not really commit to new shows immediately. I usually record the ones I think have potential and if after a few episodes I still like it, I'll keep recording it. Ask me anything

Do I think it is cluttered? Yes Am a initially a huge fan: No Am I angry enough about it to stress about it? No Here is the bottom line: I'm already more of a Twitter fan than a Facebook fan. It isn't like we pay for the service...it's free if anything the developers make money off of *us.* We are users not customers folks. When it comes the the privacy/security side of things I have concerns...but they are all things I hope new security settings will help remedy I'm sure I'll adapt and if it is really that bad I will probably just use it less Uh...it's just Facebook. Remember when we were all addicted to Myspace? It has pretty much gone the way of the Dodo and we are all just fine. Someone else will come up with a bigger/better/shinier networking site and we will move on *if* things get bad enough.

I know...I've already told you why I love fall...but today I really am ready for it. 1) Fall Leaves    2) Halloween 3) Halloween Decorations 4) Good Times With Friends 5) A reason to wear boots again 6) I dress for fall year round...and I am ready for some new cute jackets 7) No more being judged for wearing long sleeves and jeans 8) My office temperature will be "just right" for a couple days 9) The cockatiels should theoretically stop mating 10) It will be crock pot season again

This post is brought to you in part by Mama Kat's Writing Workshop: Twinkie Delight This is a recipe my mom actually stole from her college roommate. It is super simple, but it was always a favorite at any potluck, awards dessert....etc that we took it to. My brother actually used to tell other people it was gross so that there would be some to take home. What you need: 2 boxes of twinkies 2 boxes of instant pudding (any flavor...if I am making it just for me: butterscotch making it for other people I go with half chocolate half vanilla) at least 1 container of cool whip a big bag of your candy of choice (the original recipe is heath bar, but I always use reeses pieces...because I love peanut butter) a cake  pan How you make it: Cut enough twinkies in half long ways Line the bottom of the cake pan with the bottom half of the twinkies. Put pudding on top of the twinkies. Add a light layer of cool whip Put the tops of the twinkies on the cool whip Cover the twin...

This is a busy week for me. I have lots of errands and things on my plate. Knowing this, I made a plan for the week, prepped a healthy dinner, and thought we were good to go. Yesterday: was insane, but stayed on target Today: My cell phone battery has been worrying me for a while  now. It would take a little to long to charge, stop charging in the middle of the night, and the battery would die quicker than I thought it should. At some point last night, it stopped liking wall chargers, and car chargers completely. It says it is charging while connected to the USB cord, but it isn't actually charging. I've done the troubleshooting thing. Nothing has worked. That means instead of what was on the agenda for after work: I have to go to a repair store, get a new battery (although the provider has already comped the battery), and have them see if it is more than a battery issue.  I made an appointment, but still that throws everything off. They have you make appointments an...

I received paperwork from the lawyer today. It is our game plan for the estate proceedings and the trust.  It is hard on a few counts. One, seeing "the Norman Hammitt estate" just makes me sad. Two, between the trust and the estate, I have a lot of work ahead of me. My siblings also got a copy of the letter. I am sure it stressed out my sister as it told us (again) we need to sell the house before the end of the year and we cannot distribute the trust until that is done. Really, the lawyer did my dirty work for me. I was going to send out something saying the same thing tonight. I keep saying I don't know what I am doing, but really I do. I might not have all the steps down, but I know as long as I stay organized and pay attention to the details, we will ride this out just fine. It is a little overwhelming, there are risks, and I am sure I will need a drink or two before this is all over. I have to put myself out there for this. Hiding behind my wall is just going to m...

I'm female, so of course that answer is complicated. Really it depends. I can be ready in 20 minutes if I'm not really motivated to look good. However, it can take more like an hour if I'm trying to impress someone. I get that if the person I'm trying to impress honestly likes me they will think I'm beautiful after a long day of work, a day out and about, or with only 20 minutes of prep. However, I refer you back to my initial statement: I'm female. It is part of our inherent craziness that we obsess about being as perfect as we can. Ask me anything

I ran across this in my phone (while looking for something else. ) today. It isn't the greatest picture I have ever taken, but it is moment I will never forget: it was a perfect moment. It was the day of my dad's funeral. My life was messy. I was sad. I missed and needed my friends. It wasn't a perfect day. That night I came back to the Woodville house and found that one of the white roses from the funeral was perfectly open. I had to get a picture. It was simple, but it made me smile. It was just a brief moment of joy, but it was exactly what I needed.

This morning did not go well for me. I had to go into work early to take care of an issue with one of our students. First, I woke up at 4:00 and couldn't get back to sleep because I was afraid I was going to sleep though my alarm. I didn't, but pretty much anything else that could go wrong did go wrong. By the time I arrived at work, I was pretty tightly wound. Everything felt wrong until the moment where I knew the student I came in early for thanked me for all my help. Yes, the rest of the morning was rough, but I had been successful in helping the student. This was never about me: it was about what doing what was right. I almost let my selfishness ruin a perfectly good encouraging moment: sometimes you have to realize it isn't about you. The reason I love my job is because I get to help our students. It is about them being successful not about my crappy morning. There are certainly times where you need to take care of yourself, but you also need to be able to recogni...

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I can't decide so: 1.) Locked out. (inspired by  Runner Mom ) 2.) Write about a time you wanted  to disappear. (inspired by  Stacey's Mothering Moments ) 3.) An inappropriate time to laugh.  Which one should I do? I will take votes until 5:0 est tomorrow Thanks!

I have been sleeping worse than usual over the past week. I'm not sure why, but even the things that typically make me sleep better haven't worked. When I'm this tired, I am just not myself. I'm cranky I have no attention span I'm easily overwhelmed Crap that should never make me cry, puts me in tears...and then I feel like an idiot for crying at all I just want something to make me feel better... but everything I try just makes me feel worse I'm paranoid that I have done things wrong  Really, I'm no good to anyone like this. Still I have to try. There is too much to do for me to be totally useless. Sitting around feeling totally sorry for my self  isn't going to make anything better. I have decisions to make and to stand by. Even when I am scared, and not totally sure what to do, I need to muster up some focus and listen to my instincts. 

As I sat awake in bed last night, there were many things going through my head: getting everything done for my brother's wedding, the house, making a firm deadline for the auction of the house, my sister and how that will effect her, and suddenly a thought popped into my head: You know, I might not go to Ohio for Thanksgiving. I'm not sure where that came from, and possibly more frightening: I thought Ohio...not home. On 9/20/2001, I packed up the car and moved to Indianapolis. I didn't have a plan. I really didn't even have a place to live. I was just taking the opportunity to get out of Woodville and Northwest Ohio. Almost ten years later, I am still here. I always still referred to Ohio has home because that is where my parents were. I guess * technically* they still are there, but it very obviously isn't the same. By the end of the year, we will not even have a "family home" (btw: this is a good thing. I'm seriously looking forward to one less ...

It isn't quite fall yet, but it is quickly approaching. Fall, by far is my favorite season...well until it gets really cold.   Here's why: I dress for fall year round...at least now it is appropriate Perfect running weather Sweater boots Heeled Boots My dark nail polish is in season The leaves changing color Halloween Hot apple cider (with or without spiced rum) Its socially acceptable to be paleish Football season

Even when things suck, the dream of something better is what keeps me going. There has to be something to look forward to, even if it is something little. Even one good day can be enough to keep that little bit of hope alive. Ask me anything

You would think I was gone for a week...not less than 30 hours. They will sulk up there and give me the cold shoulder for a while.  One or two might hold a grudge and start knocking things over...because you know they have it so hard here.

All the makings of a perfect storm: 1) Hours of Sleep: 0 2) Pain level of headache: Hurts to keep eyes open 3) My already somewhat numb yet overwhelmed state. 4) Hey Jennifer Meterion didn't send us this paperwork can you send it to us? 5) Hey Jennifer, good news, we are doing X with the trust, bad news we haven't processed your probate paperwork because of Y 6) Hey Jennifer, I have to talk to you about this mess that isn't yours, but we know you are cleaning up. 4,5 and 6 happened within about 45 minutes of each other.  I was nearly ready to kick kittens. Then I remembered: football is on tonight...and tomorrow is not just a day off, but a day where I get my hair and my nails done (2 things I do just for me). They may not be big things, but they are little things that make me smile, maybe laugh and feel a little bit more human than I do on a daily basis. 

Dear Lawrence Library Staff-- I understand why you bought the creepy arse life sized  card board cut out of Edward from the Twilight movies. Yeah I get that the Twilight books are this huge sensation, and for some reason throngs of people love them and the movies they have spawned. Really, I do.This isn't a "Why the Twilight series is utter crap" post (it is a bit late in the game for that. I really wouldn't have anything totally original to say). Still, I think you have crossed the line. However, it was scary enough when you were keeping "Edward" in the Library Classroom. Every time I walked into that room, that damn cut out scared me. It was even worse if I was alone and the one turning on the light. I knew it was there, but it still was creepy enough. Now, it is ridiculous. You have it out in the entry way with a sign on how to use a print card. Every time I walk by your sliding glass door, I can see it in all it's awkwardly creepy glory. I'm ...

Most ( ok I can only speak for me, and my friends who have daughters) have a special bond that I can't really explain. I know that I was my father's world when I look at these: Fact: we are probably watching football first Christmas...and my own Santa Live Nativity scene...in the cold.... I'm finally home (we had to stay at the hospital for a while since I decided to be a July baby, not a September baby) No matter how old I was, or how sick he  was I was always his baby girl. You saw it when I stormed into his room and ordered him to get better (after the tornado)...because at that moment he chose to fight. You saw it when he refused to let me give up my life here in Indy and move back to Ohio. You saw it when I arrived at the hospital on that Thursday night and his vitals went up. You saw it when he would panic whenever I would leave his side that Saturday night at Hospice. It is the reason I wouldn't let him out of my sight that Saturday ni...