Did I make resolutions for 2016?

Sorta.

I want to blog more, I abandoned it in 2015, and I have missed the outlet for my opinions and ramblings.  Unsure of the frequency, however.  Maybe once a week?  Twice a month?  Don’t want to set completely unrealistic goals seeing as how I posted a grand total of once in 2015.

I want to eat more salad.

I want to finish these @$)$*!% tests for work and PASS them this year.

I want to get rid of clutter.

I want to pick up stuff in the house.  Always take something and put it away as I move from room to room.

I want to be more thrifty with spending.

What about you?  Will you be resolute in 2016?

So here’s the thing . . . .

I started this blog umpteen years ago (okay, six) with the thought that it would be a bunch of ramblings from my busy brain.  And at times it has been.  I have gone through blogging challenges where you have to blog something every day for forty days.  I have had months where I haven’t posted much of anything.  I discovered the world of linkups last year (how had I not found those before???) and figured that posting three days a week, even if it was mundane facts and thoughts, at least had me writing.

But lately that hasn’t been enough.  I would like to get away from the superficial, list facts about yourself posts and get back to the meatier posts of substance that I used to do.  Not that I don’t like the linkups–I love them.  Sunday Social, the Monday Listicles, the now-defunct Tuesday Topics (which was probably my favorite), and the Wednesday Hodgepodge.  I did them for a majority of last year, but then they started to feel like a chore or something that I was obligated to do and not something I enjoyed doing.

And for lack of a better term, they felt like fluff.  Continue reading

The Year I Turn 40 Update #1

So.  On January 1 I wrote this, which expressed my desire to be more thrifty.  Here is how I have done in the last ten days:

  • I have not bought a pizza.  It took me forever to finish the leftovers from the one that I bought on New Year Eve (last year–doesn’t count!).  Just about the time I finished, I went out with mom for our should-have-been-on-January-1-but-now-it’s-January-5 movie (Silver Linings Playbook if you’re interested).  She had a Groupon for Extreme Pizza that was about to expire.  I love their salads so I said sure, sounds good.  Only it was good for two side salads and a huge-sized pizza.  Which means that over half of it came home with me.  Tonight I am FINALLY finished eating it.  So I haven’t paid for pizza, but I have eaten a gobsmackingly enormous amount of it.
  • I haven’t cancelled my gym membership yet.  I have, however, had the tab for the gym open on my work computer for a week so that the directions on how to cancel my membership are handy.
  • I have bought milk this week.  No other grocery runs.  I ate out three times, but one of those meals was free so I’m not too concerned about it.  I’m eating out again tomorrow night, but I have a $25 gift certificate.  At home, I’m still eating that pizza for lunch.  I have had butter chicken for a week and a half, I think I have one serving left.  And three nights this week I have had Annie’s Homegrown Shells and Cheese.  So maintaining that 2x a week out thing.  And tired of mac and cheese.  And knowing that somewhere in my future there will probably be a meal of dill pickle spears as I work on cleaning out the fridge.
  • I really need to work on this coping strategy known as avoidance.  I haven’t opened my mail in weeks (months?) and just pay bills as I think of it.  I’m off now to sort through the madness and get all 2012 filed away . . . .  And then probably cry myself to sleep.

And thus begins the year in which I turn 40….

I am not really a big resolution at January 1 kind of person.  I never have been.  I would make beginning of school year resolutions in September every year, which always seemed more appropriate, but January, to me, has always seemed like mid year.  Mid season, midway, you get the drift.

But for some reason I am having a harder time than normal with the turn of the calendar this year.  I turn 40 in a few months, and yet I feel like I was further ahead in my life when I was 26 or so than I am now.  I made more money, I was in a serious relationship, I had a job that was going places . . . now I have 60% of the salary I had at that age, not adjusting for inflation, I haven’t been on a date in heaven knows how long because it’s just easier that way, and after two years of unemployment I finally have a job I like, only my brain is keeping me from liking it very much lately.  So here are some random thoughts on 2013 and what I think may or may not be able to be done about each of the issues I am currently struggling with in my head. Continue reading

Requesting a do-over

From an email I sent to a friend earlier today:

So let me tell you about my morning . . . .

415am: alarm goes off. Say a few swear words. Hit snooze.

424am: alarm goes off again. Swear some more. Hit snooze.

433am: alarm goes off again. Hit the cat as I try and think of new swear words. Hit snooze.

442am: alarm goes off again. Resigned sigh, cat is skuttling out of the way so I don’t hit him again. Hit snooze.

444am: alarm clock number two goes off. The one that sounds like R2D2 on speed in a garbage disposal. Remember new swear words. Finally get up.

445am: morning bathroom routine. Can tell it’s going to be a fun day because I woke up cramping, i.e., will be a HEAVY day.

500am: make breakfast and eat while checking email

525am: leave for gym. pouring down rain combined with slushy stuff on road means my car is sluggish. blah.

531am: start on bike

549am: curse the bike, the alarm clock manufacturers, my gene pool for not making me a waifish 120 pounds who can eat an entire pizza and lose weight, and mop sweat from face

614am: get off bike, head to locker room Continue reading

Fill in the blanks….

Outside my window… I hear the sound of rain on the AC unit.

I am thinking about… going to bed soon because I am tired.

I am thankful for… employment. friendship. a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in.

I am wearing… nightgown.  Came home from work and straight into a cotton nightie.  Comfort clothes!

I am creating… a sweater for a friend that just adopted a baby.

From the Kitchen… of Thai Diner tonight.  Plus stuffed pumpkin bread that I made yesterday.

I am going… to make it.

I am reading… nothing new–I just finished a rather boring book about an Italian-American shoemaker, and want bubblegum fluff to read now.

I am hoping… for amazing things.

I am hearing… the sound of the dog slipping on the wooden floor as she desperately tries to gain footing in order to chase the cat.

Around the house… there is way too much to do.

One of my favorite things… scrapping, organizing, media entertainment.

A few plans for the rest of the week… finish the board packages for the VA Beach Credit Union that I’ve contracted for, get allergy shots tomorrow, hang with Ashley and gang tomorrow night, go to choir/Action Kids on Wednesday, have Friday OFF, Saturday is little bro’s b’day but I think I’m taking tickets for either Hal Holbrooke or Ron White, and then Church on Sunday.

A picture to share… this is from a life group social where I had my camera. Underwater photo fun! I’m on the right….

Never, Never Have I Ever….

When I was in college, that was the name of a popular drinking game.  One which you would throw out something absurd like “Never, never have I ever played strip poker”, and everyone that had played strip poker would have to take a shot of whatever beverage we had around.  If you knew someone really well, you could get them in a lot of trouble.  (Conversely, your best friend holding a grudge could so get even playing this game.)  This, for some reason, reminded me of that.  Not as risqué, perhaps, but still fun.  The idea is to take the 100 things, highlight those you have done, and share.  Here goes: Continue reading

Ignorance is bliss

I used to be a humongous news junkie.  I loved to pour through the paper and to be up on current events, issues, etc.

For the last two years, that’s not so true anymore.  I think it has to do with me being unemployed.  The news, to be frank, is depressing.  I would obsess over credit card rates and people that died in an earthquake.  Riot victims and abused children.  Governmental ignorance paired with governmental interference.

Sure, I thought the adopt the puppy stories were cute, but honestly who could watch that all day?

I’m starting to miss reality though.  My life is still a wreck of sorts, but I’m so out of touch with what’s going on.  Maybe it was the Olympics coverage that I watched nonstop.  Maybe it was a passing glimpse at a newspaper.

Regardless, I need t be better informed again.

Just call me Grace

Tonight was the first sanctuary rehearsal for the kids production that is on this Sunday evening.  I was on the stairs running sound and running back and forth to make sure that the motions were being done and that the kids were staying in line (115 kids on three risers can cause a bit of a fuss!)

So what do I do when turning around to restart the music?  Slide on the microphone/speaker/iPod cord and go down the last three stairs on my shins and plant my chin on the floor.  I stood up and said thank you very much, took a bow and kept going . . .

. . . but holy cow my right leg hurts.

Two hours later I am finally at home, and let me tell you my right shin looks like I have elephantiasis.  It’s swollen so much I have a cankle (no!) and I can barely walk with that knee.  PAIN!

On the flip side of the coin, the kids sounded AWESOME.  Aside from one kid who is sick and has a solo, the rest of them nailed the songs and they are doing a fantastic job.  I am so psyched about Sunday night it’s INSANE.  And all the people I’ve invited will just have to flounder around on their own because I’m in the sound booth and cannot see them until the free ice cream after.

SO looking forward to rehearsals on Friday and Saturday.  They are just too dang cute!!!!!

Fill in the blank

First it was via email, now it’s on Facebook and other sites.  But I love reading these sorts of things by other people.  Or at least the ones that aren’t ‘what time did you wake up today’.  So here is one I found on another blog, thought it would be entertaining to do here.

My ex…is out of the picture.

Maybe I should… do laundry.

I love… cozy afternoons on the couch wrapped up while it snows outside.

People would say that I’m… loud.

I don’t understand why people… are suddenly lacking in manners. Continue reading

Another year has gone by!

And I am another year older.

As my old college friend would say, whoopie-shit.

I know that sounds bad.   I was thoroughly anticipating today to be a blase sort of day, where I would just be able to do my own thing.  Once again I fell to the pressures of society/family/friends and did what they expected of me instead of what I should do.

I really need to get a spine, you know? Continue reading

The year in review

As we face a new year and I face a time of great personal change in addition to the one on the calendar, I figured now would be a good moment for a time of reflection and review.  The year has had many changes, many upheavals, many instances of drama.  I’ve hit lows, highs, middles, and sides.  I’ve had days where I’ve been running insane, working 14 hour days, working 21 days straight.  I’ve had times where I didn’t get out of my PJs or my nightgown for two days.  So I figured this would be a good time to go down the list of things that happened in 2008.  Things both dramatic and mundane, both noteworthy and ordinary, both elated and miserable.

January: The year started with the traditional New Years Day movie viewings.  This year it was Juno and Sweeney Todd. It was interesting–mom had heard of Sweeney Todd but had no idea that it was about a homicidal barber who turned over the corpses to the baker downstairs for inclusion in her meat pies.  How on earth she could have reached the age of 58 and not figured that out I have no idea, especially since she knew the music, but there you go.  Of course, being on vacation that week, I had a bit of a movie marathon.  We ended up seeing the Academy Award winning No Country for Old Men, the forgettable Dan in Real Life, and a slew of others both good and not so good.  Virginia Tech then lost in its bowl game against Kansas, and while watching the game I learned how my cousin split his thumb cutting a sweet potato pie.  Oddly enough, he split the other thumb on a beer glass that same night while telling the story of injury #1.  Managed to sprain my wrist by falling off a stool at my mother’s house, that was fun.  While trying to learn how to use my new Inno XM radio device, I ran across this particularly useful bit of advice for how to make it compatible with my iPod: “Personally, I would duct tape them together. I think you can still get a lot of use out of both of them without any interoperability.” Continue reading

Why does an hour in the morning equal three in the evening?

Yes, I am working now.  Yay me.  Not a great job, but I can put food on the table, etc.  I get up, eat breakfast, go to work, come home, eat dinner (when it’s not too late), go to bed.

Here is what I don’t understand.  I have to leave the house an hour earlier than I used to.  So therefore I have to get up 90 minutes earlier in the morning (I am not a morning person).  I work the same amount of time I used to (roughly 9.5 hours including lunch) and then come home.  Yet I am getting home at least 30 minutes later than I used to thanks to the commute.  So on a good night I’m home by 7, bad night I’m home by 730.

And then it takes every fiber of my being to not fall asleep on the couch by 9pm.

I don’t get it.  I used to work THREE JOBS, or better yet–one full time, one part time, and was a full time grad student!  I used to kid that I did nothing but sleep for the first six weeks after I graduated, and that’s not that untrue, but today? tonight?

I’m sorry, but I cannot for the life of me get any energy to do anything.  My house is suffering.  My projects are suffering.  My sanity is suffering.

I used to stay up until 12 with no problem, now I try to make it to 9 but try to crash before the inevitable ‘second wind’ that hits between 11 and midnight that keeps me up until 2.

Maybe there was something to be said for unemployment after all.

So my hour (90 minutes) earlier in the morning translates into at least three hours of lost productivity at night.  Where am I supposed to make this difference up?  I start mandatory Saturday hours in a week, so there goes the weekend.  And then, after the holidays, how on earth am I supposed to concentrate on finding a new job when I can’t even stay awake for the one I have right now!!!

It’s a conundrum.

My apologies!

Six months ago this Saturday, October 11, my blog started as a way to see if I could be creative enough to write something interesting every day for 60 days.  Well I don’t know about the interesting part, but the 60 days went well enough.  Everything from rants on the news to sharing absurd news stories to random tales of my life and reviews of TV infomercial products found their way into my ramblings.  And once the 60 days were over I kind of stopped trying to find something to talk about daily, instead just choosing to publish when I found something worthy of discussion.  I have never published the blog widely, only to a few select friends and whomever happened upon it by chance.  I don’t even think my family knows of it–if they do, I certainly didn’t tell them, they must have found it from somewhere else.

I’ve never been one for keeping a diary, even as a kid.  I have a fairly (okay, a really good) memory, even if my mother swears it is selective in the facts it retains.  This blog was never meant to serve as a diary, simply another outlet to express whatever the heck I feel like expressing, and if it was autobiographical in that endeavor then so be it.  Yet I have noticed a marked decline in the number of postings since I lost my job in July.  I don’t know why, but it just has.  I don’t know if I just don’t feel like writing, I don’t feel inspired, I don’t make the time, I just don’t wanna, I just don’t know.  Maybe it’s because losing my job was such a traumatic and raw experience for me that everything else in life became traumatic and raw by comparison, and I’m all about sharing the fluff instead of the realism.  (Why else do you think I put so many weird newscaps on here for cryin’ out loud?!?!)

So for those three of you that click in to read every now and again, hoping to find something semi-entertaining, my apologies.  Hopefully better times are coming soon!