Saturday, December 02, 2006
My sister and I took quite a fall today in front of the County School District's office in Santa Horhe. Because of Ice. In Santa Horhe. Yes, I know that's rather repetitive of me, but I have to get the point across that there was ICE in Santa Horhe. And I fell on it. Hard. Real hard. My sister fell first, knocking my foot with hers, thus forcing me to really lose my balance and causing me to meet up with the concrete. It hurt. I think our guardian angels must have caught us at least a little bit, though, because I at least am lucky to not have broken an arm, wrist or a hip. However, I did throw my back out again, after having just recovered from the last time. Which really stinks, you know? And I'm going to have to sit in a very uncomfortable airplane seat Monday morning that does not really allow me to recline. Gah. Ah, well. I am seriously thankful that that is the worst of my injuries. The city will be lucky to get through the winter without a law suit or two on theirs hands if this sort of stuff keeps up. Seriously, guys, salt the walks!
I have recently come to the very sudden and firm conclusion that I shall be moving away from the SbitBoM when my contract runs out (or at the very latest at the end of Summer term). As much as I know how everyone else loves the bishopric and the ward, I don't. I know the bishop tries hard, but it's difficult for me to talk to him when I know he doesn't understand that depression- clinical depression -is a disease and not something that can be dismissed at the wave of a finger. So. Hopefully Love Duck will be willing to move to New Place with me, even though I'm not sure where New Place is going to be yet. There are a few condos that I looked at before deciding where to live this year last year that I'd like to go get a feel for again. I remember being sort of excited about a few of them and that at least one had a fireplace. Plus they are closer to campus than where I am now and they all had three stories: ground, upstairs, and a basement. This pleased me. A lot.
Blogger is bonkin' out on me or something. I seem to be missing my "Compose" setting thingy as well as all the little buttons at the top that were in the HTML part. If you even know what I'm talking about. It bugs.
My friend from ages ago is going to be having her baby tomorrow one way or another. I'm excited for her. She was supposed to have baby last week before Thanksgiving, but that obviously never happened. The good doctors at the hospital are going to induce her sometime tomorrow morning and I will get to hold baby before I leave for Cougar Town Monday morning. I hope everything goes well for her. She's worried about biting her husband's head off in the process, but I told her to just do it because he'd most likely just attribute it to her giving birth, which is true anyway.
So, that's all. See you when I see you, and probably not tomorrow.
End.
Labels: health, Housing, people, weather
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
I'm leaving Santa Horhe tomorrow. For reals. But only temporarily. I'm bored and everything interesting is in my Cougar Town bedroom, so I'm returning tomorrow to grab a few things, possibly be interviewed in one or two locations, read my mail (assuming I have any waiting for me, which is unlikely), and to check on my orchids. Friday/Saturday I shall return to the Hot House, but only for a week tops.
I think.
Drama Queen is going home for the rest of the month, so life in Cougar Town will be an improved living.
But I'll also miss my cat and my parents and, sometimes, my sister. So...
It's a toss-up.
I like sweet pickles.
Behold, the Muse
Friday, November 03, 2006
I'm not voting this year because... I don't care to. What happens in Santa Horhe doesn't do much to or for me, and what happens in Cougar Town, well... whatever. However, in honor of
the season:
| You Are 4% Democrat |
If you have anything in common with the Democrat party, it's by sheer chance.
You're a staunch conservative, and nothing is going to change that! |
| You Are 60% Republican |
You aren't a full fledged Republican yet, but it's probably the party that fits you best.
You probably consider yourself an independent Republican. You usually support the party, but you also think for yourself! |
If you can figure out what happened to the other 36%, would you mind letting me know? I feel incomplete.
Behold, the MuseLabels: politics
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Shopping for antiques in Cougar Town is like shopping for a rip-off. Consignment stores in Santa Horhe offer actual
deals, where as here all you find is high priced items that can be found in better condition off of ebay. This I discovered last week as Love Duck and I browsed the two shops on Center Street (where parking is demonic and no one lets you back out. Not to mention that 15 mph really isn't my cup of tea).
And then, shoved into a small display case over stuffed with junk, I saw it. The Thing I Had to Have. The Josef figurine. I recognized it immediately. My mother owns two of them (the September birthstone one as well as a girl wearing a yellow dress, which is actually a bell), and I used to play with them when I was little.
Soon it shall be mine. Mother tried to surprise me by bidding for it on ebay, but when I became potential competition, she told me.
Behold, the Muse
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
The cat's tail fell off. He was gushing blood from his mouth and just about everywhere else. No one cared. It was horrific. Then I woke up.
I suppose this is what I get for picking on the orange mammal right before bed and after a day of seeing a million lizards in the wild.
I had planned on driving back up to Cougar Town this afternoon, but when I woke up, so did my headache, so I'm in Santa Horhe until tomorrow afternoon, which works out better anyway because the Avon lady is supposed to be dropping some stuff off this afternoon and I need to go to Khol's as well as Target to finish off my Bride's maid's outfit (who in their right mind even
thinks about owning a white skirt?) and grab a little something for the bride.
This is my third wedding in three weeks. Lucky me, though, it's the only wedding (so far) this year that I have been asked to be a maid for. Before the summer is out, I'll have three more wedding receptions to attend.
It's begining to feel as if everyone else is moving on with life. This time last year I cared a great deal about that, but
this year I'm quite content with my single status and even find that I don't want to move on (yet). This is a good thing.
So, now, for the rest of the afternoon I get to finish up boxing up my bedroom so that my parents can switch my sister into here and me into hers. She needs the space; obviously I do not since I don't even live here anymore. Still, I'm quite done with packing and grateful that I'll have about three months break before I have to do it again.
Which reminds me. I still have that phone call to make.
Behold, the Muse
Thursday, April 20, 2006
So, I have a final tomorrow. Did I study for it (or any other finals for that matter)? Nope. Am I going to? Uh, prolly not. I'm such a loser.
Generally I don't complain about being a loser, though. It's something that I came to accept long ago in the Cave-man era (i.e. the sixth grade) when my two Melissas and I would walk around the lone tree in the school yard hiding a stick in the bark (don't ask). But that's somewhat off topic. My point here and train of thought is this: It was warm today, right? According to the
Weather Bug, Cougar Town's high was 62 degrees today. And that, inevitably, got me to thinking how warm it must be in Santa Horhe (80's, I expect), which, in turn, led me to thoughts of summer and, consequently, to
Seven Peaks. I heart Seven Peaks. I've got many happy memories which just so happen to have spawned from that puddle. And so I made the decision. I want to
buy a season pass. So where's the problem, other than the fact that I'm poor and have no job and so no money to buy said pass? Well, you see dear reader, the problem lies in the fact that I'm such a loser that I have no one to go with me on a practically daily basis. Nicole balked at the price. Oksana doesn't swim. Alice is going home for the summer. I am now left with conflicting thoughts on whether or not to buy the pass and go by myself or to pay the $19.95 every time I go.
I suppose I still have a few weeks, though. I mean, afterall, it's not like they're even open yet.
Behold, the Muse
