the friday five:
1. What was the last song you heard?
“Intuition” by Jewel. Then my CD player ate it. It did say “oops” though.
2. What were the last two movies you saw?
I saw the first five minutes of “Like Water for Chocolate,” the first 45 minutes of “Life is Beautiful,” the last 20 minutes of “Philadelphia” and all of “The Red Violin”
3. What were the last three things you purchased?
A new lock for my locker at the gym, socks for the gym, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and some strawberry-kiwi juice that was way too sweet to quench my thirst.
4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
Measure for shelves in my room, go to the gym, and see Amanda’s friend in a 15-foot beer bottle costume.
5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
Co-worker D, Amanda, Betsy, check-out girl at Target, and someone at the Y.
So I was reminded today of the first (and only, because I’m not stupid) time I swore in front of my parents. I was sixteen (or soon to turn it) and was learning how to drive. Dad had been teaching me on Saturdays mostly, in the parking lot of his store and then on the ride home (funny side note, he would recline his seat all the way and go to sleep, and I’d been driving not very long….) and sometimes out in the country (the official test of good driving – can you check out if the farmer has sowed his rows straight without going off the road?). But this time I was driving and BOTH parents were in the car. This flustered me to no end, and about 3 blocks from my house I was going to make a left turn into a parking lot, and there was a car coming, and instead of hitting the brake I slammed on the accelerator, while doing a left turn, hit the curb, took a chunk off the hubcap on the passenger’s side, and said “sh*t!” which was quickly followed by “sorry.” I’m not actually even sure they heard it, they could have been so confused and scared about what had just happened. But there it is.
One time, Mom was talking to Alison, and Mom called someone a b*tch, and Alison said, “ooh, can I say it too?” Alison was a senior in high school at this time.
Now then, anyone who wonders why I might be a little… conservative, shall we say… take this into account when judging me.
Listening to: Maroon 5, “Harder to Breathe” and “This Love”
I’m walking outside to get some fresh air so that I don’t fall asleep at work. Coming back from Caribou, crossing the street, two guys in their truck turn off their very loud rap music so they can tell me I’m sexy. Thanks, I think. How is one supposed to respond to that?
Sorry I haven’t blogged much lately, that is, my apologies to my 1.5 readers.
Bridesmaid dress has been ordered for Betsy’s wedding. No pictures available anywhere, otherwise I’d share…. Actually, I haven’t seen them at all. What I know is that mine is lilac (we all get to wear different colors of the same style), they are full-length skirts and some kind of embroidered top.
I still haven’t made arrangements to fly to Sarah’s wedding in Boston. I’m mostly broke right now. Conveniently, the YWCA in my neighborhood is waiving its joiner’s fee until the 21st, so hopefully I’ll be able to join and save myself the $100.
More later… must finish making a table of contents on a 211 page document. 🙁
10 years ago:
– I was 15 (yeah, do the math)
– I was a sophomore in high school
– I worked at Dad’s store on weekends
7 years ago:
– I graduated high school and started college
– I got my second kiss (thank you, MB)
– I made some of the best friends of my life
5 years ago:
– I worked in San Francisco for the summer
– I was in love with *multiple* boys (only a few of which were in love with me)
– My parents divorce was final
– Alison started college
3 years ago:
– I graduated college and moved to Michigan
– I was very lonely in Michigan
– Several friends of mine got married
– Several cars that I owned died (in rapid succession, I went through 4 cars that year)
2 years ago:
– I moved to Minnesota after the church I was working at got rid of the pastor
– I was very cold in Minnesota, but not as lonely because Alison lives here
– Watched Alison go through heartbreak, and then find the love of her life, Josh
– I went through pain myself as I was fired from a job unexpectedly
– I went on the adventure of a lifetime to Arizona for the summer (Rodeo-Chediski fire included at no extra cost)
1 year ago:
– I made some great friends (see pic below)
– I was settling into two new jobs (they’re only temporary, but now I’ve been here… longer than I thought)
– I started losing touch with friends from college 🙁
– It is very hot at work, but cold and rainy outside (rain is better than freezing rain or snow though!)
– I’m applying to Seminary
– I’m healed a lot from my two negative church experiences
– I have two adorable cats and one pretty cool roommate (even if she was moody yesterday)
– I have a meeting at Church tonight that I’m not terribly excited about
– I’m getting my hair colored (I miss the blond streaks!)
– Who knows?
– Hopefully I’ll get to join the gym soon so I can look great for Sarah’s wedding in May
Well, the doctor’s stuff turned out… OK. I’m trying to be positive (well, I don’t really have to try that hard – maybe I just haven’t really thought about it that seriously). It’s not terminal or fatal, and it won’t really affect my day to day life very much at all. I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). It could be worse. I could be dying. I could have to have surgery. As it is, all I have to do is take a pill every day. That’s not that bad. I think I freaked the doctor out a little bit, because I didn’t have any questions and I didn’t seem too worried. It’s just that, well, I’ve always thought that I would adopt my kids and that I wouldn’t be able to give birth to them, and I’ve always wanted boy children (who are just carriers of this genetic disease). Mom said she always thought she would adopt too, but she didn’t.
I’ve got my Music from the Coffee Lands CD in – they’re singing in Spanish. This is what it sounds like to me:
el mismo cabon la forsfa /
el muna foralan porlna /
el pornas le preguntas /
soy entraboynadertandato /
estas la minongas cha cha cha /
I don’t think that’s what they’re saying. Still, it’s a good CD. I just don’t think I’m ever going to get Spanish. That could be a big hindrance to moving to Panama.