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Sisterly Road Trip
Friday, July 19, 2002
This one'll be a quickie. I'm going to Memphis with Carly so that she can see some of her college buds. (Sigh*, I wish my college peoples weren't so spread out. Can't wait to see you guys in the fall!) Seeing Memphis will be cool, and it isn't impossible that I'll have fun with my sister ;-). We'll be gone for two nights.
Make sure you think of me/pray for me on the 25th of this month. I'm going hang-gliding at Lookout Mountain! Can't wait to sour 4000 feet above the earth ... provided I don't die. Laterz pplz!
What I Want
Wednesday, July 17, 2002
Ok, I'd like to make something clear. Don't really know why this is important at the moment, but it's something that I'm recently figuring out. I am someone who whole-heartedly believes in independence. When it comes to relationships, I believe that if you aren't happy with yourself on your own, then you won't be any good to anybody else. In other words, I WILL NOT be co-dependent. Furthermore, I WILL NOT be with someone expecting to be co-dependent on me.
That being said, the people that I fall for are few. Interest only happens one of two ways. Either I fall for the person at first sight (really first hearing, but "at sight" will probably make sense to more people) or I gradually grow comfortable around someone to the point that I get a smaller crush. My infatuations have fallen on quite a variety of guys.
So, I've made up a list of characteristics that would make up the perfect guy for me. I don't ever expect to find this person, and if I do then I don't expect him to be available ("available" qualifiers include being single, straight, within a couple years of my age, and no where near my gene pool). Still, I think a list is a good idea. Here it goes, in no particular order:
A writer, actor, and musician
Recognizes the power of words, and knows how to use them
Loves exercise/sports of some kind, stays healthy and fit
Loves camping
Works well with computers
(at the very least I don't want to have to explain everything to him)
Doesn't hate kids
Is very intelligent, very reasonable, and has an analytical mind
Reads novels, poetry, and people, and has opinions on them
Can goof off and appreciate a corny sense of humor
Can be spontaneous, do things on a whim,
Can be romantic/sweet
Loves Shakespeare
Paints, or at least appreciates art
Wouldn't mind visiting a museum or art gallery with me, might even enjoy it
Loves life
Has a thought out scheme of life which is realistic, but not overly pessimistic
Has eclectic taste in music, and listens to more than what's on the radio
Uses money wisely and is never in debt
Can ballroom dance
(Get it through your thick skulls guys, ballroom is
NOT gay, it's friggin romantic so take the dang class!)
Can cook
Knows that the woman will NOT be doing all the housework for him
(at least I know I won't be. yucky yucky housework)
Doesn't take me for granted
Doesn't forget to thank me for being there for him time after time after time after ...
Has high aspirations and a plan for accomplishing them
Likes high quality things and is something of a perfectionist
Can make me laugh
I can talk with him for hours without being bored, but silences are not awkward
Someone who can surprise me
Someone who challenges me, and does NOT put me on a pedestal above him
Someone who considers me a challenge, and likes it
Someone who can take a teasing jab non-personally
He looks good
(well, he is my "dream guy", right? We'll leave the
particulars to the imagination)
He isn't cocky, even though he's accomplished enough to justify that attitude
He is absolutely NOT snobby, and is unpretensious with everyone he meets
He also doesn't wallow in self-loathing, find the happy medium already you guys!
He knows appearances aren't important, doesn't care what other people think of him
Someone capable of working and having fun at the same time
Someone interested in learning everything about everything
Someone who realizes that every moment is a learning experience
Someone who's religious concepts are thought out, no blind faith
He does things for himself, and hates being around whiney people
In essence, I want the modern Renaissance Man
Why do I want all these things? Well, mostly becuase, that's how I wish I was. My goal is to be a modern "Renaissance Woman." I want someone with the same desires, dreams, ambitions, and values as me. These are my values. I want an equal, someone who challenges me, yet to whom I am also a challenge. *Sigh*, this is what I want. It's too much to ask for, I know. The person I end up with (if I end up with anyone) will almost definitely not fit this mold. Oh, and in case anyone gets any bright ideas, I'm not looking for someone to set me up. I HATE HATE HATE the idea of blind dates. Hate the idea of casual dating in general, in fact. I'd rather just get to know someone, and the two of us come to this sudden, simultaneous realization that we're perfect for each other. Wouldn't that be cool? :-D Good night.
What the Heck was I up to the last two weeks?
Monday, July 15, 2002
Run-down of my vacation activities: got a tan, dyed my hair slightly darker brown (I like the results, but it's only semi-permanent), read a LOT, watched Olsen Twin flicks with the fam, slalom water skied, made one of my cousins cry, went shopping in Minaqua, Chicago and Kenosha, ate at a genuine Italian restaurant with my geniune Italian uncle playing genuine Italian songs on his accordion, learned an interesting thing about my great grandfather, and more.
Ok, so the cousin crying thing should probably be explained. I never saw the tears, just heard later that one of the kids cried after my scary story. Actually, it was pretty cool, because I tell scary stories every year and this year my new one (the first one I made up myself) probably had my biggest response ever. Two of the kids ran away before the end, and several of them begged me to tell them it wasn't real. One kid didn't believe that I made it up, reasoning that "no one could make up a story that scary!" Actually, the story was pretty average. Good storytelling is all about voice and atmosphere. (Don't worry, I'm not sadistic. These kids BEG me to tell them stories every year. They WANT to be scared.) I've decided to write a series of scary stories and try to get it published. IF I can get it published, that should earn me a little money and buy me some time to write something more "serious". I want to do fiction.
Oh, and the story about Nono, my great grandfather. Apparently, during World War I he got shot through the chest. He was thrown on a pile of dead bodies, only to rescued by a priest who noticed him in passing. If it weren't for that priest, my grandfather would never have been born, neither would have my mother, and neither would have I. Thank you, priest man, wherever you are.
Still Road Trippin ...
Friday, July 12, 2002
Well peoples, I'm still in Wisconsin. (God love the state of good ole dairy processing leftovers ... AKA: cheese.) I've got news, but I haven't got much time. Just want to give a shout out to everybody and let you know I'm still alive. Vacation has been wonderful. I swear I haven't been shopping this much in decades, a very nice switch from Cookeville. Oh, and my mom bought me a "hooker" teeshirt that she's now ashamed of. Silly woman didn't read the shirt before she bought one for me and Carly, then tried to blame US for "tricking" her. I don't know WHAT her problem is. It's just a fishing shirt ;-).
I'm going to hate going back to work. (Oh WHY couldn't I have been born to millionares!) Much to see an do during the rest of the summer. Expect the next post and new survey on Monday. Until then, adios!
Oh, and thanks to the peoples who are still writing. Jen, John, and Matt, you guys rock!
On the Road Again
Thursday, June 27, 2002
Well, I won't be adding new entries here for awhile. My family is taking our yearly trip to Wisconsin. The first week we'll be camping. Swimming, water skiing, fishing, scaring the kiddies with ghost stories, playing cards, reading, eating smores and breathing clean (non-Nashville) air ... in other words, I'll be in Heaven. I can't WAIT! (Well, Heaven is not exactly right. After all, there is no running water OR electricity, and *gasp* NO INTERNET! But hey, at least I won't be working, and I'll get to see family.) Let's just hope the weather isn't crummy.
The second week we'll be in Milwaukee with my Grandpa. We'll see even MORE family there, play cribbage (a card game), play bocce on a real bocce court (I know you're all terribly impressed ... if you've even heard of bocce), and we'll also be taking a train down to Chicago for some shopping. Fun times, lemme tell ya. Oh, and my grandpa has Internet, but it's a dialup, so I can't use it much. I might be able to put in an entry or two that week, but that's all.
Well, I'm going to miss you all, and reading all your entries too. Keep posting and posting and posting while I'm gone, PLEASE!!! Oh, and sign my guestbook if you haven't already. It kinda makes my day :-). Hope going through "Anna withdrawl" doesn't give anybody spasms or visions or anything. Until I see you again, adios, sianara, arrivederchi, and good bye. Love ya folks!
(P.S. The bouncy "Caffeine" graphic at the bottom left is now a link. Please click on it, and be entertained.)
(*sings*) Get Me to the Church On Time!!!
Monday, June 24, 2002
Our little Sa-be-be tied the knot this past Saturday. *Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww*. She was SO pretty. You should have seen her dress. I took as many pictures as I could. I think it's kinda neat how she and her beau met too (I hope she doesn't mind me telling the electronic world this). She went to an online Christian dating service. :-0 Ain't that kewl? Haha, anyway, the funniest thing is, that she and her new husband look like they could be brother and sister. The have the same smile, the same hair color, the same nose, and the same mannerisms. Well, at least we know their kids will be cute. :-D
Ok, on to the part where I make myself appear to be an imbecile. (Although "appear" might not be a strong enough word. Perhaps better would be "reveal" or "prove".) Ok, so it's the day of the wedding, right? I'm heading to the chapel with Tayrn tailing me. We were already running late, and when we got off the interstate we made a wrong turn, so we end up arriving half an hour after the ceremony was supposed to start. (Don't worry, she's Catholic and there was a Mass first ... so we didn't miss anything ;-).)
Once we parked, Tayrn and I joked about how it was going to be like a bad tv sitcom. Just as the priest was asking for objections the door would creak open and in would pop Tayrn's and Anna's face. Kodak moment alert! Well, to our horror, we had yet another obstacle to face first. Turns out, there were three different buildings that looked like churches on the same corner. We ended up going in the right one, though, and all was well ... at least, until we headed toward the reception. Jenn got directions from a (presumably senile) old woman, and we arrived late to that too.
At the reception I had yet another faux pas waiting for me. I had taken what I THOUGHT was the name of Sabrina's new hubby from the invitation, but ... it was her FATHER that was named Terry, not her fiance. In short, on my gift I contratulated Sabrina for marrying her father. (Gee, I knew we were in the south, but this is the stuff of hillbilly soap operas!) Oh, and ANOTHER dumb thing I did: At the wedding shower I forgot to sign the check. Guess what I forgot to do at the wedding reception. :-) I'm sorry Sabrina, and I promise to sign it next time I see ya. Hope you aren't TOO strapped for cash! ... Love you! ... Don't hurt me! ... Remember, I can be an idiot, but I am your friend. Oh, don't send your brothers to maim me. I'll sign the check, I promise, I PROMISE!!!!! Gah! I think it's time I go into hiding. G'night folks.
The IMPACT of Free Donuts
Saturday, June 22, 2002
Could a company meeting BE any less productive?
This morning we had one of our periodic IMPACT meeting. The whole store is required to attend these 8:30am sessions, which means that a third of the staff actually came. After Regional Manager dude finished his pointless spiel, we watched the most atrocious server psych-up video imaginable. Too bad all the servers appeared pyscho. These people are either crack smokers, or they are receiving one hell of a paycheck for their brief cintematic stint. You'd think serving was the easiest, funnest job in the world! Is it so much to ask for a little honesty when you're attempting to inspire harder workers? Oh, and if you've been wondering where MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice disappeared to, their new gig is rapping to instructional videos (it's worse than it sounds).
I DO have to give those IMPACT peoples a little credit though. They handed out papers for servers to complain on AND they gave us free donuts and coffee. Also, they handed out awards to servers, and had a raffle for a 20 dollar Cool Springs Mall Gift Certificate. Those are the few things they did right. If we could have skipped the pointless speeches and the painful videos, we could have taken two thirds less time and O'Charley's might have retained some dignity. Instead, they cut in to my precious sleep hours in order to present me with a pure and simple insult to my intelligence. Grrrr.
Tomorrow's Topic: Happy Bir- WEDDING Sabrina! ... or ... (*singing*) Get Me to the Church On Time!!!
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