Friday, November 6, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
MOVING!
I've not only decided to move back home with Ma, but I'm also packing up and leaving this blog. I hate to leave this old blog behind, but things are a bit different than they were slightly over a year ago. Sadly, I've out grown the little space I've carved out for myself on the internet.
Don't fret, I'm just making an address change, I'll still be around! This move is more or less a privacy issue and I'd like to remain more...anonymous, I guess you could say. I've been working and working on post ideas and what not. I'm going to take a new, less inhibited approach to blogging. Naturally, I will be keeping up with you all & let you know just where I'm at!
This is the big meet the brother/sister weekend!
Don't fret, I'm just making an address change, I'll still be around! This move is more or less a privacy issue and I'd like to remain more...anonymous, I guess you could say. I've been working and working on post ideas and what not. I'm going to take a new, less inhibited approach to blogging. Naturally, I will be keeping up with you all & let you know just where I'm at!
This is the big meet the brother/sister weekend!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
sad & totally amusing article
By MARY FOSTER, Associated Press Writer Mary Foster, Associated Press Writer – Fri Oct 16, 4:50 am ET
NEW ORLEANS – A white Louisiana justice of the peace said he refused to issue a marriage license to an interracial couple out of concern for any children the couple might have.
Keith Bardwell, justice of the peace in Tangipahoa Parish, says it is his experience that most interracial marriages do not last long.
*this is sad. justice of the peace must be really old. i don't know about the length of interracial marriages. i'm giong to read on*
"I'm not a racist. I just don't believe in mixing the races that way," Bardwell told the Associated Press on Thursday. "I have piles and piles of black friends. They come to my home, I marry them, they use my bathroom. I treat them just like everyone else."
Bardwell said he asks everyone who calls about marriage if they are a mixed race couple. If they are, he does not marry them, he said.
*isn't it funny, people who dislike a certain group always have heaps of friends within the group. however i know this fella is serious because he lets them use his bathroom-LOL*
Bardwell said he has discussed the topic with blacks and whites, along with witnessing some interracial marriages. He came to the conclusion that most of black society does not readily accept offspring of such relationships, and neither does white society, he said.
*i feel fairly accepted in society. i guess as accepted as any other race or ethnicity. hmmm*
"There is a problem with both groups accepting a child from such a marriage," Bardwell said. "I think those children suffer and I won't help put them through it."
*my childhood torment was limited to the pounding i received in 7th grade, back when i had to carry the huge backpack. typical kid getting picked on*
If he did an interracial marriage for one couple, he must do the same for all, he said.
"I try to treat everyone equally," he said.
*just who is he referring to as everyone?*
Bardwell estimates that he has refused to marry about four couples during his career, all in the past 2 1/2 years.
Beth Humphrey, 30, and 32-year-old Terence McKay, both of Hammond, say they will consult the U.S. Justice Department about filing a discrimination complaint.
Humphrey, an account manager for a marketing firm, said she and McKay, a welder, just returned to Louisiana. She is white and he is black. She plans to enroll in the University of New Orleans to pursue a masters degree in minority politics.
"That was one thing that made this so unbelievable," she said. "It's not something you expect in this day and age."
*me neither, beth. me neither and sadly thats what makes this whole thing amusing to me*
Humphrey said she called Bardwell on Oct. 6 to inquire about getting a marriage license signed. She says Bardwell's wife told her that Bardwell will not sign marriage licenses for interracial couples. Bardwell suggested the couple go to another justice of the peace in the parish who agreed to marry them.
"We are looking forward to having children," Humphrey said. "And all our friends and co-workers have been very supportive. Except for this, we're typical happy newlyweds."
"It is really astonishing and disappointing to see this come up in 2009," said American Civil Liberties Union of Louisiana attorney Katie Schwartzmann. She said the Supreme Court ruled in 1967 "that the government cannot tell people who they can and cannot marry."
The ACLU sent a letter to the Louisiana Judiciary Committee, which oversees the state justices of the peace, asking them to investigate Bardwell and recommending "the most severe sanctions available, because such blatant bigotry poses a substantial threat of serious harm to the administration of justice."
"He knew he was breaking the law, but continued to do it," Schwartzmann said.
According to the clerk of court's office, application for a marriage license must be made three days before the ceremony because there is a 72-hour waiting period. The applicants are asked if they have previously been married. If so, they must show how the marriage ended, such as divorce.
Other than that, all they need is a birth certificate and Social Security card.
The license fee is $35, and the license must be signed by a Louisiana minister, justice of the peace or judge. The original is returned to the clerk's office.
"I've been a justice of the peace for 34 years and I don't think I've mistreated anybody," Bardwell said. "I've made some mistakes, but you have too. I didn't tell this couple they couldn't get married. I just told them I wouldn't do it."
*go on Bardwell, way to stick to your guns & break the law*
I got this article from Yahoo 10/16/09. It's truly terrible, but really made me giggle because seriously, who does this kind of stuff...Yeah, I know lots, but it's unbelievable.
NEW ORLEANS – A white Louisiana justice of the peace said he refused to issue a marriage license to an interracial couple out of concern for any children the couple might have.
Keith Bardwell, justice of the peace in Tangipahoa Parish, says it is his experience that most interracial marriages do not last long.
*this is sad. justice of the peace must be really old. i don't know about the length of interracial marriages. i'm giong to read on*
"I'm not a racist. I just don't believe in mixing the races that way," Bardwell told the Associated Press on Thursday. "I have piles and piles of black friends. They come to my home, I marry them, they use my bathroom. I treat them just like everyone else."
Bardwell said he asks everyone who calls about marriage if they are a mixed race couple. If they are, he does not marry them, he said.
*isn't it funny, people who dislike a certain group always have heaps of friends within the group. however i know this fella is serious because he lets them use his bathroom-LOL*
Bardwell said he has discussed the topic with blacks and whites, along with witnessing some interracial marriages. He came to the conclusion that most of black society does not readily accept offspring of such relationships, and neither does white society, he said.
*i feel fairly accepted in society. i guess as accepted as any other race or ethnicity. hmmm*
"There is a problem with both groups accepting a child from such a marriage," Bardwell said. "I think those children suffer and I won't help put them through it."
*my childhood torment was limited to the pounding i received in 7th grade, back when i had to carry the huge backpack. typical kid getting picked on*
If he did an interracial marriage for one couple, he must do the same for all, he said.
"I try to treat everyone equally," he said.
*just who is he referring to as everyone?*
Bardwell estimates that he has refused to marry about four couples during his career, all in the past 2 1/2 years.
Beth Humphrey, 30, and 32-year-old Terence McKay, both of Hammond, say they will consult the U.S. Justice Department about filing a discrimination complaint.
Humphrey, an account manager for a marketing firm, said she and McKay, a welder, just returned to Louisiana. She is white and he is black. She plans to enroll in the University of New Orleans to pursue a masters degree in minority politics.
"That was one thing that made this so unbelievable," she said. "It's not something you expect in this day and age."
*me neither, beth. me neither and sadly thats what makes this whole thing amusing to me*
Humphrey said she called Bardwell on Oct. 6 to inquire about getting a marriage license signed. She says Bardwell's wife told her that Bardwell will not sign marriage licenses for interracial couples. Bardwell suggested the couple go to another justice of the peace in the parish who agreed to marry them.
"We are looking forward to having children," Humphrey said. "And all our friends and co-workers have been very supportive. Except for this, we're typical happy newlyweds."
"It is really astonishing and disappointing to see this come up in 2009," said American Civil Liberties Union of Louisiana attorney Katie Schwartzmann. She said the Supreme Court ruled in 1967 "that the government cannot tell people who they can and cannot marry."
The ACLU sent a letter to the Louisiana Judiciary Committee, which oversees the state justices of the peace, asking them to investigate Bardwell and recommending "the most severe sanctions available, because such blatant bigotry poses a substantial threat of serious harm to the administration of justice."
"He knew he was breaking the law, but continued to do it," Schwartzmann said.
According to the clerk of court's office, application for a marriage license must be made three days before the ceremony because there is a 72-hour waiting period. The applicants are asked if they have previously been married. If so, they must show how the marriage ended, such as divorce.
Other than that, all they need is a birth certificate and Social Security card.
The license fee is $35, and the license must be signed by a Louisiana minister, justice of the peace or judge. The original is returned to the clerk's office.
"I've been a justice of the peace for 34 years and I don't think I've mistreated anybody," Bardwell said. "I've made some mistakes, but you have too. I didn't tell this couple they couldn't get married. I just told them I wouldn't do it."
*go on Bardwell, way to stick to your guns & break the law*
I got this article from Yahoo 10/16/09. It's truly terrible, but really made me giggle because seriously, who does this kind of stuff...Yeah, I know lots, but it's unbelievable.
i miss my blog
I haven't had much time for blogging, primarily because I no longer have constant internet access and then there's the problem of not having much to share. I'm still around, doing fine and will shortly return to all of you.
OK, with that outta the way let me preface this post by saying dating is not of high priority these days. My focus, for the time being, is getting myself in order, but I've noticed a horrific trend I must address. I attract a certain type of man. I don't know which vibes I'm throwing out into the universe, but whatever these vibes are, they appear to be picked up by only short shrimps and all out weirdies. Weirdies isn't an official word, but weirdies are my biggest fans.
Let me use last night as an example. First of all, I was approached by a 60+ man in full cowboy regalia, string tie and all. Now, when he approached me I was gettin' jiggy, but insisted I stop shakin' my groove thang to talk. I, however, didn't feel like talking. He proceeded to tell me I'm a good dancer. I thought (with all respect to the elderly), "Man, this dudes eyes must be going bad or his hearing is on the fritz", because rhythm and me aren't to familiar with one another. Nonetheless, I requested a photo be taken; The only person that has ever referred to me as a good dancer.
Next, was a total creeper- the ultimate weirdy. I'd noticed him earlier in the evening, but paid no mind. A meek looking, nerdy type in big glasses and totally alone at the club. This was just an observation, I wasn't hating on the dude. He was kind of odd and sad, but my attention was elsewhere until he appeared next to our table holding a rose fashioned out of a napkin. (ALERT***on my radar***)Now, this was all out strange and I half screamed/whispered over the music into my friends ear, "you wanna paper rose m'lady?", where, in turn she yelled back she didn't want a "stupid paper rose". Next thing I knew, the weirdy was gone...all that was left was his rose shaped napkin, on the floor.
At this point, I felt like an ass because I assumed he heard us and then dropped the flower he put much effort into. What can ya do? Who does that kind of stuff anyway?
Later, we moved to another room in the club; a more hip hop atmosphere, which is intimidating. Can you imagine having all the pressures of a stereotype weighing on your boney shoulders? Oh, the expectations! Either way, as we're heading into this new room, my friend tells me Mr. Napkin Rose was hardcore staring at me- psycho killer style. I was officially creeped, but assuming all would be safe in our new location.
Nope.
There I was, attempting to get low when MNR pops up again, peering at me through his ultra huge spectacles. The situation became very uncomfortable as we moved from room to room to avoid the guy. This extreme behavior in the World of Stephanie Weirdies isn't typical, but these 2 gents are prime examples of what I get when it comes to men. I left out the older married man celebrating his birthday, but he wasn't too noteworthy. He was mostly sweaty.
When I opt to venture into the dating scene...shit, I don't even want to think about it.
OK, with that outta the way let me preface this post by saying dating is not of high priority these days. My focus, for the time being, is getting myself in order, but I've noticed a horrific trend I must address. I attract a certain type of man. I don't know which vibes I'm throwing out into the universe, but whatever these vibes are, they appear to be picked up by only short shrimps and all out weirdies. Weirdies isn't an official word, but weirdies are my biggest fans.
Let me use last night as an example. First of all, I was approached by a 60+ man in full cowboy regalia, string tie and all. Now, when he approached me I was gettin' jiggy, but insisted I stop shakin' my groove thang to talk. I, however, didn't feel like talking. He proceeded to tell me I'm a good dancer. I thought (with all respect to the elderly), "Man, this dudes eyes must be going bad or his hearing is on the fritz", because rhythm and me aren't to familiar with one another. Nonetheless, I requested a photo be taken; The only person that has ever referred to me as a good dancer.
Next, was a total creeper- the ultimate weirdy. I'd noticed him earlier in the evening, but paid no mind. A meek looking, nerdy type in big glasses and totally alone at the club. This was just an observation, I wasn't hating on the dude. He was kind of odd and sad, but my attention was elsewhere until he appeared next to our table holding a rose fashioned out of a napkin. (ALERT***on my radar***)Now, this was all out strange and I half screamed/whispered over the music into my friends ear, "you wanna paper rose m'lady?", where, in turn she yelled back she didn't want a "stupid paper rose". Next thing I knew, the weirdy was gone...all that was left was his rose shaped napkin, on the floor.
At this point, I felt like an ass because I assumed he heard us and then dropped the flower he put much effort into. What can ya do? Who does that kind of stuff anyway?
Later, we moved to another room in the club; a more hip hop atmosphere, which is intimidating. Can you imagine having all the pressures of a stereotype weighing on your boney shoulders? Oh, the expectations! Either way, as we're heading into this new room, my friend tells me Mr. Napkin Rose was hardcore staring at me- psycho killer style. I was officially creeped, but assuming all would be safe in our new location.
Nope.
There I was, attempting to get low when MNR pops up again, peering at me through his ultra huge spectacles. The situation became very uncomfortable as we moved from room to room to avoid the guy. This extreme behavior in the World of Stephanie Weirdies isn't typical, but these 2 gents are prime examples of what I get when it comes to men. I left out the older married man celebrating his birthday, but he wasn't too noteworthy. He was mostly sweaty.
When I opt to venture into the dating scene...shit, I don't even want to think about it.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
beer shower
I'm at Panera pissing off the senior citz's with my laptop cord & I'm going to have to make this quick. Forgive me for not allotting enough electrical outlets, yet offering WiFi. So, I probably need to calm down because I do love the elderly, but seriously Panera, why must I get shit for your short comings? Ok, the truth is I'm extremely tired from a sort of whirlwind trip down south.
This weekend was part of what Ive been looking forward to in the month of October; The Murder City Devils' show at Mohawk in Austin. This is one of my favorites therefore, the show was a big deal. I tolerated my toes being stepped on by a young lady, double my size in heavy boots, being pushed around and showered with beer, sprinkling raindrops and oddly enough, a few pairs of sunglasses. Totally worth it! The trip was devoid of customary food quests thanks to all the UT fans taking that overran downtown, but I still got my mouth on a yum breakfast taco at Rudy's. (Mmm) Wish, I could explain how much I'd like to get my hands on a barbecue beef sandwich... Anyway, I'm straying.
So, the show was awesome, the trip back home this morning was rain and then more rain and now I'm super glad to be back in good ole "Fun Central". ***interruption*** customer currently looking for electrical socket for laptop computer!!!!!!!!!! I'm giving up now, my computer is nearly dead. Enjoy some lousy pics I managed to snap.
The show in action.
This weekend was part of what Ive been looking forward to in the month of October; The Murder City Devils' show at Mohawk in Austin. This is one of my favorites therefore, the show was a big deal. I tolerated my toes being stepped on by a young lady, double my size in heavy boots, being pushed around and showered with beer, sprinkling raindrops and oddly enough, a few pairs of sunglasses. Totally worth it! The trip was devoid of customary food quests thanks to all the UT fans taking that overran downtown, but I still got my mouth on a yum breakfast taco at Rudy's. (Mmm) Wish, I could explain how much I'd like to get my hands on a barbecue beef sandwich... Anyway, I'm straying.
So, the show was awesome, the trip back home this morning was rain and then more rain and now I'm super glad to be back in good ole "Fun Central". ***interruption*** customer currently looking for electrical socket for laptop computer!!!!!!!!!! I'm giving up now, my computer is nearly dead. Enjoy some lousy pics I managed to snap.
The show in action.
note tattooed girl that pulverized my toes.
A little out of order, but who cares. When the band came out...
Some man trying to show off for us on the highway. I didn't know people still drove lowriders & had hydraulics. 
The UT fans in their ugly shade of orange! I hate this shade.
The UT fans in their ugly shade of orange! I hate this shade.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Mmmski
I like feta cheese. Does this mean anything? …Nah, not really. Well, not anyone except me, that is! This new discovery has broadened my eating repertoire. I feel utterly foolish for repeatedly passing off this tasty cheese. OK, so I really shouldn’t feel foolish because feta happens to look similar to a cheese I hate; bleu. To me, bleu cheese tastes like regurgitation and who in their right mind wants to taste such a taste? I rest now knowing I can indeed eat a Mediterranean salad. It’s like a whole new world has opened up to me, I only hope the Med’s can forgive me for the consistent snub I’ve given then for a number of years.My feta discovery isn’t the only big event of the day, no sir! As you may or may not know, Thursdays are currently my elementary days and what a pleasure today has been! The classroom’s main brain has been sick all week, but returned still under the weather resulting in me playing a more integral part in the school day. This was way better than my lesson on bar graphs, which by the way, I happen to have received a 100%. Alright, enough horn blowing, so yeah, way better. I made some mistakes, however nothing uncorrectable and the flow of delivery felt natural. Restricted, but natural. Restricted in the sense I withheld some of my spunk (and/or corniness-depending on how you see it). I’ve been told my position is teacher, not sage on the stage, but heck, I enjoy an audience; I’m a natural! I’m also “delusional”, “full of myself/big headed”, “living in a fantasy world”, so I’ve also been told… Either way, I believe what’s most important is doing a bang up job and staying true to myself and this way everyone will be happy. Am I kind of rambling? Yeah. I’m antsy tonight.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Babes & Fam
We've found a comfortable, fun dancing spot these past few weekends, but it's time we give the place a rest. It's going to be a tough thing to give up for this reason: 
No, not my smiling friend, the hottie bartender in the background. (LOL) We we're being so pathetic and stalkerish this weekend, trying to covertly take pictures of Hottie Bartender in action.
No, not my smiling friend, the hottie bartender in the background. (LOL) We we're being so pathetic and stalkerish this weekend, trying to covertly take pictures of Hottie Bartender in action.Note the other bartender behind the cash register monitor. I think he caught on & at this point the jig was up. OK, so we weren't that covert.
Oh, and going to meet the brother and sister October 30th!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
fam
August 7th, I got a call from my mom while I was at work. She asked me if I was on Facebook and you know I was, so she told me to type a name, an all too familiar that made my heart stop and then race, in the 'search' area. I knew what this was about and I didn't know how to handle what or rather who I was seeing; my big brother (from another mother).
I never knew my dad; he died just before I was born. Of course it's a disappointment not having a parent in your life, but knowing what I knew of him I figured it was sort of okay he wasn't around. I'm afraid I would've had more disappointment knowing him, although I've heard he was indeed a good man that just happen to have had problems. Nonetheless, I don't know how things would've turned out had be been around, if they would've been better or worse, but you can't bring back what's no longer and there really is no point dwelling on what could've or should've been. My life is what it is.
What's bothered me most is not knowing, feeling in the dark, curious where I came from, if I looked like anyone. As much as I'd like to be an immaculate conception, I know I'm not ;) I knew there was an uncle out there and siblings, too. I didn't speak of them, but I wanted them.
As uncomfortable for me as it was, I sent this potential brother of mine a message. Surely, I knew it was him since the name is all, but common. And then, I waited. And waited. His Facebook account didn't look too used, but I was hoping he'd check. Nothing. Then, I figured he didn't want to talk to me. More time passed and I gave up, shut the possiblity out. In all honestly, I completely forgot about the awkward message I sent until yesterday morning when I logged onto Facebook and saw this:
I never knew my dad; he died just before I was born. Of course it's a disappointment not having a parent in your life, but knowing what I knew of him I figured it was sort of okay he wasn't around. I'm afraid I would've had more disappointment knowing him, although I've heard he was indeed a good man that just happen to have had problems. Nonetheless, I don't know how things would've turned out had be been around, if they would've been better or worse, but you can't bring back what's no longer and there really is no point dwelling on what could've or should've been. My life is what it is.
What's bothered me most is not knowing, feeling in the dark, curious where I came from, if I looked like anyone. As much as I'd like to be an immaculate conception, I know I'm not ;) I knew there was an uncle out there and siblings, too. I didn't speak of them, but I wanted them.
As uncomfortable for me as it was, I sent this potential brother of mine a message. Surely, I knew it was him since the name is all, but common. And then, I waited. And waited. His Facebook account didn't look too used, but I was hoping he'd check. Nothing. Then, I figured he didn't want to talk to me. More time passed and I gave up, shut the possiblity out. In all honestly, I completely forgot about the awkward message I sent until yesterday morning when I logged onto Facebook and saw this:
31 .i have 1 older sister named _____.i was told i had another sister. my dad was
from germany.then came to cleveland
from germany.then came to cleveland
At the same time, I saw he was also ON his facebook account. Instead of responding the message, I sent an instant message and have since spoken to the brother and sister I have always wanted, but gave up hope on ever meeting. I don't know how things are going to turn out from here, but knowing they really do exist and know of me makes me so incredibly excited I can't seem to focus on anything else. I want to call them every minute and ask them what they're doing because I missed so much.
And, that's all I have to say about that.
Monday, September 28, 2009
yuck
I'm incredibly excited because my favorite holiday is just around the corner and y'all know what it is; Halloween! I've been all over looking at decor and costumes and I just plain LOVE IT! I can't wait to host my own Halloween party! Apparently, I'm not the only one hyped up about the holiday because I found this on my desk:
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Darn, if I don’t have laundry to do and a zillion other things I don’t give a flip about. Well, I’m not sure what these other things are, but I’m most positive they exist. Isn’t Sunday supposed to be a day of relaxation anyway? Yes, this Sunday relaxation stuff is my justification.
So, I’ve spent another weekend trying to keep myself occupied outside the un-comforts of my home. I felt kind of blown off one day, but it really shouldn’t have been any surprise, either way I forged ahead and ended up having a fantastic time nonetheless.
So, I’ve spent another weekend trying to keep myself occupied outside the un-comforts of my home. I felt kind of blown off one day, but it really shouldn’t have been any surprise, either way I forged ahead and ended up having a fantastic time nonetheless.
(I decided I'd call myself Stanky Leg Steph)
Saturday was good, but the night became ho-hum because all I wanted to do was lay in bed, read text books and watch Little Women (I have a not so great movie collection). Instead, I forced myself to go out, especially after I insisted on others doing so. Plus, you can’t ditch out on an out of town visitor.
I think I may be a bit cranky today. Yeah, I am. Especially since it’s slightly after 4 and the day is nearly done. I may as well embrace my crankiness and share a few words I complete detest, skin crawling words; persnickety and catawampus. Yeah, these aren’t everyday words, but somehow in my line of business they seem to be and I’ll be damned if people don’t think they’re cute when they use these words. In fact, I even had a customer with the nerve to ask me if I knew the word catawampus. See, even if I didn’t, I can contextualize! I’m not a bit impressed with these folks and their so called fancy talk. It’s like they seems to think they’re throwing the ol’ receptionist a curve ball.
What else is going on…? Ah, I wrote out my final rent check today. It was bittersweet. The only reason I ordered checks from my bank was to pay rent and now I’ll no longer have much use for the booklets. I guess they can still be used for the constant string of library fines- I wrote a 4.00 check to the library as well, but it wasn’t nearly as significant as the rent check. I also enclosed a letter with my rent check, letting the big wheels know I’m heading out Nov. 30. Remember, I’m moving back with the parents. I haven’t quite made it to packing up just yet, but I plan to start in October. For now, I’ve been donating to the mission and giving things away. Surprisingly, it feels great to rid myself of things I don’t need, knowing I have drastic lifestyle changes on the way. I’m excited to be with my family again, to quit my going nowhere job, to move to H-E-B, eat home cooked meals, live beside a park, graduate and find a new job and a newer, better place to live.
OK, that’s all. I’m sick of my rear end sticking to this plastic restaurant seat. I’m heading out of this place
Goodbye WiFi
What else is going on…? Ah, I wrote out my final rent check today. It was bittersweet. The only reason I ordered checks from my bank was to pay rent and now I’ll no longer have much use for the booklets. I guess they can still be used for the constant string of library fines- I wrote a 4.00 check to the library as well, but it wasn’t nearly as significant as the rent check. I also enclosed a letter with my rent check, letting the big wheels know I’m heading out Nov. 30. Remember, I’m moving back with the parents. I haven’t quite made it to packing up just yet, but I plan to start in October. For now, I’ve been donating to the mission and giving things away. Surprisingly, it feels great to rid myself of things I don’t need, knowing I have drastic lifestyle changes on the way. I’m excited to be with my family again, to quit my going nowhere job, to move to H-E-B, eat home cooked meals, live beside a park, graduate and find a new job and a newer, better place to live.
OK, that’s all. I’m sick of my rear end sticking to this plastic restaurant seat. I’m heading out of this place
Goodbye WiFi
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Wknd Wrap Up (late)
In effort to keep myself from going insane, I've tried to keep myself as busy as I can. I was thinking life is kinda rough without cable & internet, but I'm finding life is way more expensive without these amenities! Lately, I've spent a small fortune on entertainment.
After Friday's mildly wild night of rug cutting, I woke a few hours later to head into work. When I left work, instead of sitting around the echo room (my apartment), I head to Grapevine with The N for Grapefest. I didn't even have a glass a wine, my focus was on concessions! That's why I didn't take too many pictures- I was all about eating nachos and kettle corn and am now counting down the days until the State Fair of Texas to have a real food fest.
It was SO nice to get out with some girlfriends to have a good, good time and I really appreciate The N for keeping me occupied and being my P.I.C.
After Friday's mildly wild night of rug cutting, I woke a few hours later to head into work. When I left work, instead of sitting around the echo room (my apartment), I head to Grapevine with The N for Grapefest. I didn't even have a glass a wine, my focus was on concessions! That's why I didn't take too many pictures- I was all about eating nachos and kettle corn and am now counting down the days until the State Fair of Texas to have a real food fest.
The weather was just perfect for this event, especially since we've had buckets, upon buckets of rain. Oh and, I opened the door of a port a potty to find a man peeing in the little urinal. He failed to lock the door. I bet I gave him quite a shock, at least I know I had one...
Following a cat nap at home, I pretty much threw in the towel, I was extremely exhausted. I decided to push the pain or rather sleepiness and try my hand at Salsa dancing. For a girl who can't dance a lick and hasn't an ounce of rhythm, I sure went crazy this weekend. This night wasn't as creative as the previous night, but I did manage to embarrass myself for 1/2 a second.
We went to a restaurant/bar/club and danced and perspired to our heart's content and paid outrageous prices for drinks (1 vodka pineapple = $8.00)
It was SO nice to get out with some girlfriends to have a good, good time and I really appreciate The N for keeping me occupied and being my P.I.C.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Stephanie, The Crasher!
Life has been rough as of late and the gray, dreary skies dumping water hasn't been any help. And, things are still rough this morning, but for different reasons.
First, The N picked me up for a house party. I'm not a fan of house parties, especially of people I don't know at all. Of course she and I found ourselves in a corner drinking pineapple vodkas and chatting amongst ourselves. Might sound lame- just the two of us in a corner, but let me tell you, we are the party.
And, I was stone cold sober.
First, The N picked me up for a house party. I'm not a fan of house parties, especially of people I don't know at all. Of course she and I found ourselves in a corner drinking pineapple vodkas and chatting amongst ourselves. Might sound lame- just the two of us in a corner, but let me tell you, we are the party.
See, I look like I'm having a blast (in cowboy boots):
There was a very bored looking couple to my left. I'm laughing because I was going to ask these bored randoms to take a picture with me and act like we're having a lot of fun. I chickened out. The party was a little hood and I didn't want to take my chances.
We also got a great kick out of the only piece of art found in the house, hung above the fireplace, in the livingroom. I have no idea whose house I was at and maybe I shouldn't have made such a joke out of their taste in art, but seriously....
After establishing a valid exit plan, we went back to Arlington to salvage the night-I don't know about her, but I did. Apparently, there was a 10 year high school reunion taking place, so I decided to tear up the dance floor in true Stephanie fashion, hell I didn't know anyone from this school...I broke it down and even did the chicken-bot (an original of mine). Little did I know, I was going to run into some of my own current classmates :/ I mean there was robotic action, Carlton Banks style dancing, leg kicks, twirls, spins, scarf swining, dress pulling/shimmying up and interpretive dance. God, I was a winded, hot mess.
And, I was stone cold sober.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Rookie
The only viable option was dashing to the restroom. Nacho day, a cafeteria personal fav, was ruined & dammit, I haven't had nacho day in over 10 years!
I found out I was to teach my first whole class lesson after the lunch I was presently consuming at the time of the announcement. Now see, I had felt fine all day; confident, mostly ready, no turning back. Well, if that didn't all go to the wayside when I heard the words, "after lunch". Within seconds, I thought throwing up was of great possibility, which after minutes subsides and a new sensation came over me, the sensation to use the bathroom and I don't mean I had to pee.
Upon my return from the restroom, where thankfully not a thing happened, I went to my desk to get my things together for my big, whole class teaching lesson. Ever so cutely, I got a whisper of encouragement from a student and a thumbs up. It was so stinking cute! I got up and did the darn thing.
During the lesson, my mind went wacky, I forgot words, shook, tried to pull it together and then the projector I was working with went to black. "What happened? Uh, what's this? Uh..." Apparently, the off button was located where my elbow was resting, which led to giggles & laughter. Upon completion of the lesson and a serious case of nerves, I thought to myself "Yeah, I can do this". Immediately in retrospect I knew I worked myself up for nothing I could not handle.
The whole things wasn't a wash. I did get positive feedback that I was extremely grateful for and I also got told the not so good things I did. I was grateful for that info, too.
The best part was when I finished and got a great, big, "Thank you Ms. So&So". -I couldn't wipe the goofy grin off my face.
I found out I was to teach my first whole class lesson after the lunch I was presently consuming at the time of the announcement. Now see, I had felt fine all day; confident, mostly ready, no turning back. Well, if that didn't all go to the wayside when I heard the words, "after lunch". Within seconds, I thought throwing up was of great possibility, which after minutes subsides and a new sensation came over me, the sensation to use the bathroom and I don't mean I had to pee.
Upon my return from the restroom, where thankfully not a thing happened, I went to my desk to get my things together for my big, whole class teaching lesson. Ever so cutely, I got a whisper of encouragement from a student and a thumbs up. It was so stinking cute! I got up and did the darn thing.
During the lesson, my mind went wacky, I forgot words, shook, tried to pull it together and then the projector I was working with went to black. "What happened? Uh, what's this? Uh..." Apparently, the off button was located where my elbow was resting, which led to giggles & laughter. Upon completion of the lesson and a serious case of nerves, I thought to myself "Yeah, I can do this". Immediately in retrospect I knew I worked myself up for nothing I could not handle.
The whole things wasn't a wash. I did get positive feedback that I was extremely grateful for and I also got told the not so good things I did. I was grateful for that info, too.
The best part was when I finished and got a great, big, "Thank you Ms. So&So". -I couldn't wipe the goofy grin off my face.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
A Bit O' Nothing
Finally got my hands on the "Awkward Photo", requested by Sarah over at Polygnome, but the wait continues because I can't find the CD for my computer to get the scanner to work. I'm thinking I'll be on my zillionth post by time I get this stuff straight. Hold tight, although I've surpassed my 200th, I'm still planning on a 200th Post Celebration. Confetti and party hats will be included. Still working out the dance. Kind of.
Hey, I can call it want a want...don't forget who this blog belongs to. Believe it or not, some people like to tell me what I should and should not blog about- Go figure :D
Good grief, I'm tired. Just sayin'
Hey, I can call it want a want...don't forget who this blog belongs to. Believe it or not, some people like to tell me what I should and should not blog about- Go figure :D
Good grief, I'm tired. Just sayin'
Remember Disney's Recess? I see Miss Finster in my future.
I was reminded of this show tonight. It was one of my favs although I was pretty old.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Mini
The minimalist in me has already taken over (not necessarily saying this is a good thing or something I'm happy about, I just find it amusing). In less than a 24 hour period of living alone, I've managed to unplug any and all unnecessary electronic devices; lamps, microwave, air conditioner units, t.v. I'm back to living in the dark. Yes, sometime before I began this blog I lived alone and in the dark, not total darkness mind you. Do you really think I'd wander around with a candle? And trust me, I wasn't trying to be sexy either.
Initially, this minimalist decision was a 2 part-er:
Initially, this minimalist decision was a 2 part-er:
- Save Money. Being a student, I don't work a whole lot nor do I have a really great job which affords me the right to be excessive. I'd rather spend my money on dining, travel and shopping. Screw an electric and gas bill!
- Help the...planet? After an ecology class, I felt a certain obligation and even starting recycling for awhile. Especially on the job. Boy do we waste a lot of paper, but they began making fun of my efforts by putting perfectly good pieces of paper on my desk, which said "Recycle Me" so I gave up. Plus, I'm lazy and it became a hassle to harass co-workers, pick paper out of the trash can and heavily monitor the paper shredder.
Even though it's warm out and I'm not running the air conditioner, it feels very nice to use the screen door. It feels homey. I suppose this is my way of making myself feel comfortable since yesterday I felt lost and shitty.
I also went grocery shopping for the first time in I don't know how long and came home to make some awesome ranch dressing.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Blogoversary.
This is it. 1 year ago today I started blogging. Still going semi-strong!! I have a real shit time of sticking with things; I'm surprised I made it this long. Today not only marks my 1 year of blogging, but this is the first time I've ever noticed an echo in my apartment. I'm alone and it's really empty. The little bit of time I've spent here today has seemed nothing like home. I don't know what to do here. I feel uncomfortable like this isn't my place anymore, which I guess is good since I'm soon leaving anyway.
I tried spending the morning at my future home, Mom's, but that whole deal when bad before I even got there unbeknownst to me. It was a harsh view of what the future holds for me over there and a reminder of partly why I was so eager to leave. Being 25 had a lot to do with moving, too :D On the upside, I got to spend time with both of my brothers at the same time- a complete rarity. I also got a horrific, loud introduction to OJ Da Juiceman (wth?). I wanted to slump down in my car seat so no one would see me in my brother's car. And, while at my other brother's apartment, I got to touch a snake, which felt nothing like I expected. He feeds his snakes cold, dead mice he keeps in a zip-loc in the fridge- I don't know how we're related.
I got to spend some time with the N at our favorite summertime haunt, Hurricane Harbor.
and then I sort of invited myself to her house for a few hours and a meatball sandwich and a salad and a peanut M&M's. While there, I realized how thankful I am to have people I love around me. Granted, it's a small group, but they're genuine and that's what counts when it comes down to it! So instead of avoiding home like the plague, I felt it was okay to come home and try to make myself comfortable because everything that's going on now is my decision, even though it's not a decision I'm super happy about I can't make anything any different than what it is.
Okay, that was a lot of rambling.
Thanks to whoever has been reading this past year. I don't know why you stop by, but it's appreciated.
Friday, September 4, 2009
October 10
Ya know I'm ready for October because I already titled a post "C'mon October", but now I'm slightly more excited for my favorite month to come along. I have yet to pick a costume though. On the other hand, our Murder City tickets arrived in the mail today!
And, that's all. No biggie.
And, that's all. No biggie.
what's coming.
So much for a hiatus. I was thinking it would be best to take a break since things are sorta hairy right now and then thought of relocating the blog and then just gave up, returning to where I'm most comfortable.I've spent a great deal of time being super introspective, switching to the grand scheme of things and onto the here and now. So, in a nutshell or basically what I already said; I'm baaaaaaaack!!
Things are changing and are going to continue to change. One of the big changes we're about to go through is a move. A move to Mom's house. At 28.5, I'm now single, soon to be under my mom's roof again while also jobless and working at the school for free(?) Surely, hilarity is about to ensue- it almost has to. If it weren't for hilarity, which will more than likely occur in retrospect, I think I'd pull out all my hair.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I think I'm on hiatus- not 100% sure yet. There's a few more thoughts than usual swimming through my head, with the start of my final year and the change of dynamics in a few relationships. One relationship has come to an end and while the other, well it's not the same as what it once was, but is thankfully still in existence. I guess this is a great time to start looking for the newest version of Stephanie. Clearly some changes are eminent and others I'm going to have to dig and work to figure out.
Until then, you can watch this man that looks like he's made of rubber (got video from MMM) :
Until then, you can watch this man that looks like he's made of rubber (got video from MMM) :
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Goodbye Summer
I've nearly got the first week down and now feel dead tired. The tired part probably has more to do with a semi lousy night's sleep and waking up at the ungodly hour of 6:30. OK, many people wake up much earlier. I've remained fortunate. I must say though, it was nice to eat breakfast while watching Saved By the Bell & using Facebook, instead of eating at my desk with people bugging me and a ringing telephone.
I spent my first full day in 4th grade today and have managed to completely change the opinion developed on day one, Monday. I went so far as to eat cafeteria food. On the menu: corn dogs or pepperoni calzone with broccoli & cheese and watermelon. I picked what I determined the lesser of 2 evils and went with the calzone. BAH! It was mildly tolerable, but I couldn't finish, however, the experience was quite fun to me!
Honestly, I feel very comfortable at the school. The only thing/experience which made me uncomfortable was the end of the day. The structure lessened and then the children went out to find their way home and I was driven me i-n-s-a-n-e by this! More or less, I think it was the appearance of lack of control-Everyone else seemed to know what was going on. I panicked someone would get lost, stolen or run down by a vehicle. Yes, always a worry wart.
All in all, things seem good and I can only hope they stay that way. Assignments and expectations seem doable and I'm ready to get into the swing of things, but I can tell you for sure I'm ready for a vacation already. 
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Excitement is Building!
A video about Fun Central, the town I live in, otherwise known as Arlington, Texas. Although, I'm annoyed these people seem quite happy. I bet Jerry Jones is in hog heaven, even with his too low T.V's:
Well, whether I want to be or not, I was influenced by old Jer' in a Papa John's commercial. Hmm, I thought I'd be able to find it on youtube, but cannot. Oh well, this one will do:
Needless to say, I had Papa John's pineapple and grilled chicken pizza for dinner. I feel duped. Not only am I helping pay for his stadium, I'm falling for his pizza advertisements. I'm such a sucker and by the way, I must admit the other commercial I saw this evening is way better.
I need to quit.
Well, whether I want to be or not, I was influenced by old Jer' in a Papa John's commercial. Hmm, I thought I'd be able to find it on youtube, but cannot. Oh well, this one will do:
Needless to say, I had Papa John's pineapple and grilled chicken pizza for dinner. I feel duped. Not only am I helping pay for his stadium, I'm falling for his pizza advertisements. I'm such a sucker and by the way, I must admit the other commercial I saw this evening is way better.
I need to quit.
Monday, August 24, 2009
grade 4 day 1
I asked and was granted permission to watch how things go on the 1st day of school. I woke up at 6AM and realized it was ridiculous to be up so early. I don't do mornings. So, I woke up again, sleepier than what I was at 6. WTH?
And, since I've switched to the topic of consumption, let me say Mmm, Mmm, Mmmmmm! I tried a new wine while in Austin. My friend went on and on about how it's all the rage in Argentina. Having never been to S. America, I can neither confirm or deny this. What I can do is say, as a non-drinker, even I managed to polish off a bottle of this wine at home. All by myself, mind you because Z won't touch it. It can be found at your local liquor store or Central Market.
It's a strain on me to adhere to a dress code. I've worked the past several years without having to worry what I look like. Truthfully, this wear 'what you want' stuff has it's negatives though, like lots of pants with elastic waistbands, flip flops, messy hair do's and what not. Flip flops are indeed my weakness since I hate socks and especially so living in Texas. Wearing shoes is going to be rough.
Anyway, on with my day.....
My stomach was all topsy turvy, as it often is when I feel nervous- even when I'm unaware of the nervousness. Only I can manage to blow up the teacher's lounge before 8AM! With that mess outta the way, I eagerly waited for the kids to arrive. When they came strolling in, I took much pleasure in seeing their range facial expressions; excitement, confusion, misery.
Things were fairly quiet and monotonous all morning, but not in a bad way. I'm sure everyone was suffering a bit of nervousness and newness. I was most pleased with seeing MY NAME on the bulletin board outside of the classroom! I felt so official upon sighting Ms. So&So written in the center of an apple, along with the 4th grade teachers. I wanted to take a picture to show my mom I was just that stinking proud. Maybe, in time, I will sneak a picture in and I will only sneak to avoid looking like a spastic weirdo.
Nothing else of note took place. I came home, ate, jacked around the apartment and took a 20 minute nap before heading off to my first class of the semester. I did stop into Starbucks on my way home to buy vanilla bean scones. They are a must try and you better hurry because they're seasonal. 3 for $1.95- cheap by Starbuck's standards.
And, since I've switched to the topic of consumption, let me say Mmm, Mmm, Mmmmmm! I tried a new wine while in Austin. My friend went on and on about how it's all the rage in Argentina. Having never been to S. America, I can neither confirm or deny this. What I can do is say, as a non-drinker, even I managed to polish off a bottle of this wine at home. All by myself, mind you because Z won't touch it. It can be found at your local liquor store or Central Market. Ok, so not only do you have to go to Starbucks or make your own scones, but you've got to buy a bottle of New Age white wine, add a lemon wedge and ice. It tastes best near a body of water or swimming pool!
I'm going to quit rambling now. Gotta figure out what dinner is going to be.
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