I want to thank you for finding and turning in my purse today. I'm sorry that I was lazy and didn't put my cart back into the cart holder. I swear I NEVER do that (infact it's one of my pet peeves!), but I'm not feeling very well today (allergies, you know) and after I loaded my bags into my trunk and fished out a throat losenge, I just couldn't be bothered to walk all the way over to the cart corral, so I pushed my cart (purse and all) over into a parking stall with a few other carts. I'm sure that makes your job harder, and I apologize. Imagine my fear when I got home (20 minutes later) and my purse was no where in sight. Perhaps if I had taken the time to go to the cart corral I would have noticed my purse was still in the basket.
So thank you again for finding and turning in my purse (and not stealing my identity). I tried to find you to thank you personally after I drove 100 MPH back to WalMart to fetch my bag (that I could only hope was there), but they told me you had already gone home.
Love,
Sheena and Sheena's credit score
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Only Us...
Last night before Erik and I went to sleep we were talking about John McCains announcement today and it was agreed that when Erik woke up he would wake me up and we would turn on the news to find out who had won the "VeepStakes". At six when he woke me up we were both as excited as kids on Christmas (I called it by the way, while we were talking last night I said it would be Sarah Palin). As we we laid in bed watching CNN on the TV we swore we'd never put in our bedroom but I did anyway while he was gone, I thought "are we the only couple in America that is this nerdy?" Just then I got a text from my friend Garrett saying that Palin reminds him of me. I asked why, and he said "She's a take no prisoners kind of gal". I found that complimentary, even though you might not.
A few hours later I got up, made us some pancakes (from scratch, just like my grandma P's) and Erik got to work staining our amazing, but battered kitchen table. This table was in my step-dads mothers house, and her mothers house before that. My dad remembers this table from family dinners when he was a child and I love having it in our home - it's gorgeous. BUT it's moved from Nowata, OK to Enid, OK to Black River, NY to Lawton, OK to Kapolei, Hawaii and it's got a few spots to prove it. Of course, it doesn't help that there is no varnish on it, so if you give it so much as a dirty look it gets a mark. I've asked Erik to keep a few of the marks on the surface of the table (which is good, because I just found out they can't be covered anyway). There is a round mark in the center, where a hot soup pot was placed, and there is a burn mark on the side where (as I understand it) a kerosene lantern burned through the stain. I love it's history. Maybe I need to go take some pictures of Erik working on it.
Anyway, as I sat in the doorway into the garage watching him work I started thinking about how this is how life is supposed to be. But if we could leave out the separation part, I'd be even more happy.
Speaking of, we (Erik, Melissa and I) were talking and we decided that we should have early Thanksgiving for all of us together before the guys leave. We're all going to bring a dish from our own family's traditional Thanksgiving and I'm excited to see what everyone contributes, since we're all from VERY different parts of the country. It will be a great time!
And now, I have things to do. But not before sharing a recipe that I've been meaning to share for awhile - like since Erik's birthday. When I asked him what kind of cake he wanted, he responded with "something with lime and coconut". Because that's so easy to come by... So I found this recipe online and I thought I'd share it with you.
Sticky Lime and Coconut Cake
For the Cake:
1 1/2 sticks of butter, at room temperature
3/4 c. sugar (I used half as much Splenda)
Grated zest of 3 limes, washed and scrubbed
3 c. shredded dry coconut
6 eggs beaten
1 1/2 c. all-purpose flour
1 tsp. baking powder
For the Syrup:
1 c. sugar (again, half as much Splenda)
1/2 c. water
Juice of 4 limes
Heat oven to 350 degrees. Butter a 9 1/2 inch springform cake pan and line the bottom with parchment paper.
Put butter, sugar, and lime zest in a large mixing bowl and beat until light and fluffy. Add coconut and eggs to bowl and sift in flour and baking powder. Beat well for about 2 minutes until mixture is well combined. Add to cake pan and bake for about 50 minutes until the top is golden and the sides of the cake have shrunk slightly from the pan.
While the cake is baking, make the syrup. Place sugar and water in pan over medium heat and stir until sugar dissolves. Raise the heat, bring to a boil, then lower the heat and simmer for 5 minutes. Remove from heat and add lime juice.
Remove the cake from the oven, but do not unmold. Pour the syrup over the hot cake and let stand for about 2 minutes. Remove from the pan on to a cake platter and let stand.
***Note: I did not use a springform pan I used to 2 loaf pans, and I have to say I think it works better. I just evenly distributed the batter, and the syrup over the tops. I would also like to note that I did get the cakes to take all the syrup but I don't think I'd use it all next time.
Also, I froze loaf #2 and took it out for dessert last night. It tastes exactly the same - delicious - after a month and a half in the freezer!
PS - Baxter has now learned to bark when we say John McCain and hide his face when we say Barrack Obama. It's funny.
A few hours later I got up, made us some pancakes (from scratch, just like my grandma P's) and Erik got to work staining our amazing, but battered kitchen table. This table was in my step-dads mothers house, and her mothers house before that. My dad remembers this table from family dinners when he was a child and I love having it in our home - it's gorgeous. BUT it's moved from Nowata, OK to Enid, OK to Black River, NY to Lawton, OK to Kapolei, Hawaii and it's got a few spots to prove it. Of course, it doesn't help that there is no varnish on it, so if you give it so much as a dirty look it gets a mark. I've asked Erik to keep a few of the marks on the surface of the table (which is good, because I just found out they can't be covered anyway). There is a round mark in the center, where a hot soup pot was placed, and there is a burn mark on the side where (as I understand it) a kerosene lantern burned through the stain. I love it's history. Maybe I need to go take some pictures of Erik working on it.
Anyway, as I sat in the doorway into the garage watching him work I started thinking about how this is how life is supposed to be. But if we could leave out the separation part, I'd be even more happy.
Speaking of, we (Erik, Melissa and I) were talking and we decided that we should have early Thanksgiving for all of us together before the guys leave. We're all going to bring a dish from our own family's traditional Thanksgiving and I'm excited to see what everyone contributes, since we're all from VERY different parts of the country. It will be a great time!
And now, I have things to do. But not before sharing a recipe that I've been meaning to share for awhile - like since Erik's birthday. When I asked him what kind of cake he wanted, he responded with "something with lime and coconut". Because that's so easy to come by... So I found this recipe online and I thought I'd share it with you.
Sticky Lime and Coconut Cake
For the Cake:
1 1/2 sticks of butter, at room temperature
3/4 c. sugar (I used half as much Splenda)
Grated zest of 3 limes, washed and scrubbed
3 c. shredded dry coconut
6 eggs beaten
1 1/2 c. all-purpose flour
1 tsp. baking powder
For the Syrup:
1 c. sugar (again, half as much Splenda)
1/2 c. water
Juice of 4 limes
Heat oven to 350 degrees. Butter a 9 1/2 inch springform cake pan and line the bottom with parchment paper.
Put butter, sugar, and lime zest in a large mixing bowl and beat until light and fluffy. Add coconut and eggs to bowl and sift in flour and baking powder. Beat well for about 2 minutes until mixture is well combined. Add to cake pan and bake for about 50 minutes until the top is golden and the sides of the cake have shrunk slightly from the pan.
While the cake is baking, make the syrup. Place sugar and water in pan over medium heat and stir until sugar dissolves. Raise the heat, bring to a boil, then lower the heat and simmer for 5 minutes. Remove from heat and add lime juice.
Remove the cake from the oven, but do not unmold. Pour the syrup over the hot cake and let stand for about 2 minutes. Remove from the pan on to a cake platter and let stand.
***Note: I did not use a springform pan I used to 2 loaf pans, and I have to say I think it works better. I just evenly distributed the batter, and the syrup over the tops. I would also like to note that I did get the cakes to take all the syrup but I don't think I'd use it all next time.
Also, I froze loaf #2 and took it out for dessert last night. It tastes exactly the same - delicious - after a month and a half in the freezer!
PS - Baxter has now learned to bark when we say John McCain and hide his face when we say Barrack Obama. It's funny.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Just An Update
Hola!
Well, Erik is coming home tonight - YAY! I'm pretty excited. It seems like he's been gone awhile (well, almost a month is awhile!). So I've been cleaning up around the house and cashing in on my last few days of single-dom (IE: reading a lot more than usual). I'm not sure why I feel like the house has to be clean when he comes home, he doesn't care and he just dirt-ies it up again, but I do. I think it's because when my dad would go out of town mom would always have the house clean when he came home because he hated coming home to a dirty house. Some things just stick with you, I guess.
Last night was the sign up for the all ranks spouses club on post, so I went and signed up with a friend. They offer groups you can sign up for (I did it to keep me busy while Erik is away) but as I'm typing this I've figured out that I don't get off until 8 and my book club starts at 7. Dang! Maybe I can work it to skip lunch that day and get off at 7 and just be late. Who knows... Crap! And I joined all these groups to keep busy while Erik is away! Anyway, I joined a wine group, a book club, and a game night club.
After the sign up, I went to the PX because I am almost out of perfume. I had every intention of buying a bottle of Chanel Chance (I swear I thought I already had and had stored it in my dresser drawer, but no dice), but when I smelled it again I thought it was kinda too old for me, I settled on Burberry after obsessing for about an hour, and when I got home I re-smelled my Chance arm and I wish I had gotten it! I sprayed so many different perfumes on myself that I had a pretty bad headache after sitting in the car with myself. HAHAHA!
Dave and Vicki will be here in about a week and a half - wer'e stoked! We're all going to Maui at the end of Erik's leave, and just before I start my job. I can't wait! Before that, though, is Erik's PRK. I'm NOT excited. I'm sure it will be fine, but I'm so weird about eyes. I don't want anyone touching mine, or his, or anyone elses for that matter!
Well I'm off to give Baxter a bath, take a shower and drive ALL THE WAY to Pearl City to take a shirt back to Macy's and buy Erik some beer. It seems that the only place that has Sam Adams Seasonal is Sams. Heh.
OH! Please check out this blog. And start paying attention to your pets toys. Thanks to Molly for the heads up! http://www.thechaistory.blogspot.com/
Well, Erik is coming home tonight - YAY! I'm pretty excited. It seems like he's been gone awhile (well, almost a month is awhile!). So I've been cleaning up around the house and cashing in on my last few days of single-dom (IE: reading a lot more than usual). I'm not sure why I feel like the house has to be clean when he comes home, he doesn't care and he just dirt-ies it up again, but I do. I think it's because when my dad would go out of town mom would always have the house clean when he came home because he hated coming home to a dirty house. Some things just stick with you, I guess.
Last night was the sign up for the all ranks spouses club on post, so I went and signed up with a friend. They offer groups you can sign up for (I did it to keep me busy while Erik is away) but as I'm typing this I've figured out that I don't get off until 8 and my book club starts at 7. Dang! Maybe I can work it to skip lunch that day and get off at 7 and just be late. Who knows... Crap! And I joined all these groups to keep busy while Erik is away! Anyway, I joined a wine group, a book club, and a game night club.
After the sign up, I went to the PX because I am almost out of perfume. I had every intention of buying a bottle of Chanel Chance (I swear I thought I already had and had stored it in my dresser drawer, but no dice), but when I smelled it again I thought it was kinda too old for me, I settled on Burberry after obsessing for about an hour, and when I got home I re-smelled my Chance arm and I wish I had gotten it! I sprayed so many different perfumes on myself that I had a pretty bad headache after sitting in the car with myself. HAHAHA!
Dave and Vicki will be here in about a week and a half - wer'e stoked! We're all going to Maui at the end of Erik's leave, and just before I start my job. I can't wait! Before that, though, is Erik's PRK. I'm NOT excited. I'm sure it will be fine, but I'm so weird about eyes. I don't want anyone touching mine, or his, or anyone elses for that matter!
Well I'm off to give Baxter a bath, take a shower and drive ALL THE WAY to Pearl City to take a shirt back to Macy's and buy Erik some beer. It seems that the only place that has Sam Adams Seasonal is Sams. Heh.
OH! Please check out this blog. And start paying attention to your pets toys. Thanks to Molly for the heads up! http://www.thechaistory.blogspot.com/
Saturday, August 23, 2008
So, Joe Biden
*Note, I have tried repeatedly to correct the format on the bottom few paragraphs. They will NOT correct and I'm too tired to fight with them.
is Obamas pick in the Veep-stakes (I can't help it, I like to say "veep"). It could have been worse. I think he's creepy looking though. Like, Bob Barker creepy. All I see when I look at this picture is the scene in Happy Gilmore when Adam Sandler gets in a fight with Bob Barker. "The price is WRONG" (edited because some people don't like the b*word, although I don't know what good it does to tell you what word I edited out...)
is Obamas pick in the Veep-stakes (I can't help it, I like to say "veep"). It could have been worse. I think he's creepy looking though. Like, Bob Barker creepy. All I see when I look at this picture is the scene in Happy Gilmore when Adam Sandler gets in a fight with Bob Barker. "The price is WRONG" (edited because some people don't like the b*word, although I don't know what good it does to tell you what word I edited out...)
Anyway, I'd really rather discuss Obamas method of announcement: A text message to his supporters. You might be thinking "How 21st century!", but I'm thinking "How American Idol". Admittedly, I considered putting my name on the list of "supporters" all in an effort to receive the news in a more timely mannor. I decided that knowing news faster wasn't worth my pride. ;) (Don't get all bent out of shape and flood my inbox with comments - it's all in good fun!)
I'll tell you, living in this time zone has its perks - I get late breaking news in my evening news that you mainlanders have to wait until morning for!
I'm off to bed, I have a terrible headache. I swear I don't drink enough water here.
Oh, and the bank offered me a job. I'm calling on Monday and accepting! YAY! Its not exactly what I want for the long term, but its something. And with Erik leaving sooner rather than later, I need *something* to keep me busy. My interview today with Goodwill went AMAZINGLY well (Seriously, there isn't a think I'd change about the entire - almost two hour - experience) but they're probably not going to make a decision for a few weeks and I couldn't risk losing the bank offer, even though they're looking for 3 people. I'll admit that I'm secretly hoping Goodwill will call me and make an offer I can't refuse. Thank you so much for your prayers and good thoughts! I REALLY appreciate them!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Whee! And an update.
Well, we have lots to cover tonight, so lets get started, shall we?
1. I texted Erik last night to tell him about the gecko. Let me just give you the exact wording.
2. I have another job interview on Friday! The bank is supposed to call on Thursday. :( I'm not sure what I'm going to say yet if they offer me the job, but I definitely want to interview for job #2.
3. Today I got an early morning phone call from a new friend who invited me to the beach! We went to Ko'Olina and had a lot of fun! She has a little boy who is 2 and he is better behaved than 10 year olds I know. I had a great time. The only issue is that (again) I forgot to take off my sungasses and I didn't spray my sunblock very well. I look like zebra girl.
4. The UPS man just came and brought me something from S R in Sunapee, NH. I was so excited, but couldn't figure out what it was. I got it open and it was a goodie box FULL of Ruger accessories! To include a PINK HAT (and a white hat!), and a few other colored hats! A bunch of ear plugs and stickers! OH! And a shirt! I'm pretty excited! I'm not sure where they came from - I have two ideas but everyone is fast asleep so I won't find out until tomorrow. Either way, I'm going to have the cutest hats on the gun range! PS - I looked all over the box for a name, I wasn't making that mistake twice! ;)
5. I took this quiz in Erik's Mens Health magazine the other day about if you have a terrible memory. The first time I took it, it said my there was a "hiccup" in my "hippocampus" and that I should see a doctor. I re-took it because I hadn't written down my answers before and maybe I forgot a point somewhere. That time I came up with just having moderate memory loss (I missed the terrible memory cut off by 1 point) and now I'm all worried about losing my memory. I remember many things from childhood very clearly. I remember people from my childhood very easily. But I could meet you tomorrow and you'll be a stranger by the end of the week. I guess I'll quit giving my mom trouble about being forgetful... Or I'll forget she ever was. *sigh* It doesn't help that I watched The Notebook 2 nights in a row and cried my face off both times. No, not cried my eyes out, cried my face OFF.
Its possible I have too much time on my hands...
1. I texted Erik last night to tell him about the gecko. Let me just give you the exact wording.
Sheena: I don't know when or if you'll get this, but I thought you'd like to know I just had to escort a gecko out of our home.
Erik: Why did you have to escort him? Was he pushing car insurance on you?
How does he come up with smart-ass comments so quickly? It's amazing really.2. I have another job interview on Friday! The bank is supposed to call on Thursday. :( I'm not sure what I'm going to say yet if they offer me the job, but I definitely want to interview for job #2.
3. Today I got an early morning phone call from a new friend who invited me to the beach! We went to Ko'Olina and had a lot of fun! She has a little boy who is 2 and he is better behaved than 10 year olds I know. I had a great time. The only issue is that (again) I forgot to take off my sungasses and I didn't spray my sunblock very well. I look like zebra girl.
4. The UPS man just came and brought me something from S R in Sunapee, NH. I was so excited, but couldn't figure out what it was. I got it open and it was a goodie box FULL of Ruger accessories! To include a PINK HAT (and a white hat!), and a few other colored hats! A bunch of ear plugs and stickers! OH! And a shirt! I'm pretty excited! I'm not sure where they came from - I have two ideas but everyone is fast asleep so I won't find out until tomorrow. Either way, I'm going to have the cutest hats on the gun range! PS - I looked all over the box for a name, I wasn't making that mistake twice! ;)
5. I took this quiz in Erik's Mens Health magazine the other day about if you have a terrible memory. The first time I took it, it said my there was a "hiccup" in my "hippocampus" and that I should see a doctor. I re-took it because I hadn't written down my answers before and maybe I forgot a point somewhere. That time I came up with just having moderate memory loss (I missed the terrible memory cut off by 1 point) and now I'm all worried about losing my memory. I remember many things from childhood very clearly. I remember people from my childhood very easily. But I could meet you tomorrow and you'll be a stranger by the end of the week. I guess I'll quit giving my mom trouble about being forgetful... Or I'll forget she ever was. *sigh* It doesn't help that I watched The Notebook 2 nights in a row and cried my face off both times. No, not cried my eyes out, cried my face OFF.
Its possible I have too much time on my hands...
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
An Uninvited Guest
A few months ago (well, we still lived in Lawton, so I'd say 6 or 8 months ago) Erik came proudly into the bedroom as I was getting ready for work and announced that Baxter is a "ratter". It seems he and Erik had been outside taking out the trash when Erik moved a piece of cardboard and uncovered a mouse. Baxter chased it down, pawed at it, dismembered it and then barked at Erik as if to say "Okay dad, I got it!". I was seriously grossed out, but Erik was pleased. So Baxters a ratter. He pees himself when he's displeased with things, but he can chew up a rat. Whatever.
You know what he isn't? A gecko-er. This evening after dinner with Melissa and her family at a restaurant we have dubbed "Itallian Deliciousness" (because we didn't know it's name for so long) I was minding my business watching Jon and Kate Plus 8 on TiVo when I noticed a fleck of green on the wall between the book cases. It was a gecko. I don't know how it got in or when, but it was in and I was NOT pleased. Melissa had dealt with this problem already so I called her to find out what one does with a gecko in their home (why does this crap always happen when our husbands are away?!). So I moved out the bookcase, and he went behind the chair. I moved out the chair and we went toward the bookcase. So I got a tupperware and tried to catch him, all the while squealing like a little girl (I'm sure) so then he started going toward the door and I didn't know how to guide him so I started spraying at him with spider killer to make him go the other way (I tried not to hit him, just scare him into going out the door). Finally he took the hint (AFTER getting into the window sill and turning white to blend in with the blinds) and got next to the door so I was able to scoop him out with my tupperware lid. All the while Baxter just sat on the couch, I don't even know if he woke up to see what the hell was going on. And Melissa is laughing her butt off, of course.
I'm going to be extra cautious about leaving the screen door cracked, now. I suspect its the gecko that likes to hang out, upside down on the screen - but I don't have much to base that on.
So anyway, now I'm certain to have nightmares about geckos. Erik should get a kick out of that little story when he calls...
The job interview went well, they're interviewing 3 people and they have 2 slots so my chances are good. The job sounds fun, but its DEFINITELY not as laid back as City National, and that was part of what I loved about working there. At CNB I was allowed to pen my own correspondance if I so chose (which I often did) at BOH it is strictly against policy to write your own - infact, if you do, you have to have it approved by legal, marketing, and your supervisors supervisor. The real kicker though, is that as a policy no vacations are allowed in November or December. That means I couldn't go home for Christmas, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. I've done Christmas alone before, and it's not that great of a time. On the other hand, who am I to make a big deal about being here for Christmas when our soldiers are spending every other Christmas away from home. Wow, I just thought about that... Although I'd hate to be alone at Christmas, it could be worse...
Food for thought... Anyway, I'm off to bed.
You know what he isn't? A gecko-er. This evening after dinner with Melissa and her family at a restaurant we have dubbed "Itallian Deliciousness" (because we didn't know it's name for so long) I was minding my business watching Jon and Kate Plus 8 on TiVo when I noticed a fleck of green on the wall between the book cases. It was a gecko. I don't know how it got in or when, but it was in and I was NOT pleased. Melissa had dealt with this problem already so I called her to find out what one does with a gecko in their home (why does this crap always happen when our husbands are away?!). So I moved out the bookcase, and he went behind the chair. I moved out the chair and we went toward the bookcase. So I got a tupperware and tried to catch him, all the while squealing like a little girl (I'm sure) so then he started going toward the door and I didn't know how to guide him so I started spraying at him with spider killer to make him go the other way (I tried not to hit him, just scare him into going out the door). Finally he took the hint (AFTER getting into the window sill and turning white to blend in with the blinds) and got next to the door so I was able to scoop him out with my tupperware lid. All the while Baxter just sat on the couch, I don't even know if he woke up to see what the hell was going on. And Melissa is laughing her butt off, of course.
I'm going to be extra cautious about leaving the screen door cracked, now. I suspect its the gecko that likes to hang out, upside down on the screen - but I don't have much to base that on.
So anyway, now I'm certain to have nightmares about geckos. Erik should get a kick out of that little story when he calls...
The job interview went well, they're interviewing 3 people and they have 2 slots so my chances are good. The job sounds fun, but its DEFINITELY not as laid back as City National, and that was part of what I loved about working there. At CNB I was allowed to pen my own correspondance if I so chose (which I often did) at BOH it is strictly against policy to write your own - infact, if you do, you have to have it approved by legal, marketing, and your supervisors supervisor. The real kicker though, is that as a policy no vacations are allowed in November or December. That means I couldn't go home for Christmas, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. I've done Christmas alone before, and it's not that great of a time. On the other hand, who am I to make a big deal about being here for Christmas when our soldiers are spending every other Christmas away from home. Wow, I just thought about that... Although I'd hate to be alone at Christmas, it could be worse...
Food for thought... Anyway, I'm off to bed.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Tagged By Kelly
Eight Things: A Meme
8 things I am passionate about:
-My Beliefs
-My Marriage
-My Family
-My Friends
-Community/Political Activism
-Education
-Giving Back
-Supporting our Troops!
8 books I’ve read and enjoyed:
-The Other Boleyn Girl
-She's Come Undone
-Invisible Women
-SlaughterHouse Five
-Americas Women
-Two Little Girls in Blue (okay, well I listened - but it was still good!)
-Ladies of Liberty
-The Secret Lives of US Presidents
8 words/phrases that I say often:
-Ya know?
-Yeah?
-Herro.
-I'm tired.
-Debit, please.
-I love you (too)
-Baxter! What did you do?!
-Need to go potty?
8 things I want to do before I die:
-Visit Italy
-Speak a foreign language.
-Find a job I truly love.
-Read every book I buy.
-Make a quilt. And learn to knit something that isn't a sloppy mess in the end.
-Learn that everything doesn't have to be perfect.
-Learn to forgive and forget.
-Take over the world.
8 things I’ve learned in my life:
-My parents knew what they were doing.
-Sometimes, you really shouldn't say whats on your mind.
-Not everyone who craps on you is your enemy, and not everyone who cleans you up is your friend. (A little droplet of genius from an old friend)
-A little prayin' never hurt anyone.
-Sometimes the people who love you the most hurt you the most.
-Being powerful is like being a lady, if you have to say you are, you aren't.
-Everything really does happen for a reason. And it will all work out in the end.
-Patience is a virtue I'll just never have.
8 places I want to see:
-Italy
-Paris
-Ireland
-Montreal (again)
-A lighthouse in Maine
-New York City (I know, I'm behind the curve)
-A stop on the underground railraod.
-The White House (probably the only PoliSci major in the history of the world whose never been to DC)
8 things I currently want/need:
-The white leather bag I've been eyeing at Coach. It calls to me.
-A plane ticket to go home for Christmas.
-A freakin' job!
-My husband to be home for awhile before he leaves.
-Fried pickles from Callahans.
-A really delicious glass of wine.
-To be in bed.
-A personal trainer
-A winning power ball card.
8 things I am passionate about:
-My Beliefs
-My Marriage
-My Family
-My Friends
-Community/Political Activism
-Education
-Giving Back
-Supporting our Troops!
8 books I’ve read and enjoyed:
-The Other Boleyn Girl
-She's Come Undone
-Invisible Women
-SlaughterHouse Five
-Americas Women
-Two Little Girls in Blue (okay, well I listened - but it was still good!)
-Ladies of Liberty
-The Secret Lives of US Presidents
8 words/phrases that I say often:
-Ya know?
-Yeah?
-Herro.
-I'm tired.
-Debit, please.
-I love you (too)
-Baxter! What did you do?!
-Need to go potty?
8 things I want to do before I die:
-Visit Italy
-Speak a foreign language.
-Find a job I truly love.
-Read every book I buy.
-Make a quilt. And learn to knit something that isn't a sloppy mess in the end.
-Learn that everything doesn't have to be perfect.
-Learn to forgive and forget.
-Take over the world.
8 things I’ve learned in my life:
-My parents knew what they were doing.
-Sometimes, you really shouldn't say whats on your mind.
-Not everyone who craps on you is your enemy, and not everyone who cleans you up is your friend. (A little droplet of genius from an old friend)
-A little prayin' never hurt anyone.
-Sometimes the people who love you the most hurt you the most.
-Being powerful is like being a lady, if you have to say you are, you aren't.
-Everything really does happen for a reason. And it will all work out in the end.
-Patience is a virtue I'll just never have.
8 places I want to see:
-Italy
-Paris
-Ireland
-Montreal (again)
-A lighthouse in Maine
-New York City (I know, I'm behind the curve)
-A stop on the underground railraod.
-The White House (probably the only PoliSci major in the history of the world whose never been to DC)
8 things I currently want/need:
-The white leather bag I've been eyeing at Coach. It calls to me.
-A plane ticket to go home for Christmas.
-A freakin' job!
-My husband to be home for awhile before he leaves.
-Fried pickles from Callahans.
-A really delicious glass of wine.
-To be in bed.
-A personal trainer
-A winning power ball card.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Lazy Saturday
This is going to be the most boring blog in the history of bloggery. If I were you, I'd stop reading now.
So I've taken up scrapbooking. I was saving it until Erik left, but I was too bored not to start. I have avoided it for years because I'm so anal that I thought I'd spend too much time perfecting each page - turns out I was right. I worked for 6 hours last night and only got 3 pages done. I spent 4 hours on just one - a page dedicated to Erik's running of the Boston Marathon while at FOB Salerno in Afghanistan. I'll tell you what, buying the supplies here makes me miss Hobby Lobby, everything is half price at least once a month - I'd save TONS!
Here's a picture incase you're interested (of the Marathon, not of my scrapbook supplies).
I'm not sure what the heck he's doing pointing at someone, but... Anyway, I can't believe this was two years ago! For those of you who don't know, there is an (almost) two year age difference between Erik and I. As I was reading the article I cut from the newspaper before scrapping it I realized that Erik was only 23 when he left. It seems so odd to me that he was younger then than I am now. For some reason, he's always seemed so much older to me. Enough about that! God, I hate how this stupid deployment monopolizes my thoughts the way it does. I'm going to run off all my friends if I don't drop the Debbie Downer routine.
I have a job interview on Monday at the Bank of Hawaii. They have a tower HERE in town! I'm really crossing my fingers!
Well I'm off to go read my book. I keep saving my reading for bedtime, but I don't get very far before I fall asleep and I'm totally invested it - I need more! I'm reading "I KNOW THIS MUCH IS TRUE" by Wally Lamb (who also wrote SHE'S COME UNDONE - another AMAZING book!). I've read both of them a few times, but IKTMIT is so long that it's impossible for me to remember all the twists and turns the book takes.
So I've taken up scrapbooking. I was saving it until Erik left, but I was too bored not to start. I have avoided it for years because I'm so anal that I thought I'd spend too much time perfecting each page - turns out I was right. I worked for 6 hours last night and only got 3 pages done. I spent 4 hours on just one - a page dedicated to Erik's running of the Boston Marathon while at FOB Salerno in Afghanistan. I'll tell you what, buying the supplies here makes me miss Hobby Lobby, everything is half price at least once a month - I'd save TONS!
Here's a picture incase you're interested (of the Marathon, not of my scrapbook supplies).
I'm not sure what the heck he's doing pointing at someone, but... Anyway, I can't believe this was two years ago! For those of you who don't know, there is an (almost) two year age difference between Erik and I. As I was reading the article I cut from the newspaper before scrapping it I realized that Erik was only 23 when he left. It seems so odd to me that he was younger then than I am now. For some reason, he's always seemed so much older to me. Enough about that! God, I hate how this stupid deployment monopolizes my thoughts the way it does. I'm going to run off all my friends if I don't drop the Debbie Downer routine.I have a job interview on Monday at the Bank of Hawaii. They have a tower HERE in town! I'm really crossing my fingers!
Well I'm off to go read my book. I keep saving my reading for bedtime, but I don't get very far before I fall asleep and I'm totally invested it - I need more! I'm reading "I KNOW THIS MUCH IS TRUE" by Wally Lamb (who also wrote SHE'S COME UNDONE - another AMAZING book!). I've read both of them a few times, but IKTMIT is so long that it's impossible for me to remember all the twists and turns the book takes.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I don't mean to be whiny.
But I'm about to be whiny. It all stemmed from listening to Brad Paisley's "I Wish You'd Stay" on my IPOD about 16 times on the way home from Alexander "Hamilton" today. Blame Brad.
***I had a whole post whining about the deployment seeming to come faster and faster but I deleted it. A) Because it doesn't do me any good to whine, he's still going to have to leave, and B) because my husband doesn't need to know that I'm the whiny ass, when he's the one going to war.***
Melissa and I are becoming as bad as the boys. When we get together we always end up talking about deployment, just like when the boys are together they always end up talking Army. She and I should work on that. We said we would, but we didn't. Now I'm saying we should, because I can't stand much more thinking about the d-word. Especially while Erik is away. We still have time, so I can't conduct myself as if we don't. Myproblem is the coming home to an empty house and having too much time to myself. And laying awake at night because of the neighbors dog that likes to bark at 4-freakin-AM.
Speaking of dogs, you have to ride the bus to get from the pier to the transit center (where you park) and this guy gets on with a pit bull, and sits his stinky, two seat taking up behind next to me and lets his freakishly large and (I can only assume) agressive dog sniff all over me. I was ticked. Who brings a dog on a bus? And please don't lecture me about pit bulls being just as sweet as bunnies. I know people who've been attacked by pits, I don't know people who've been attacked by bunnies. And anyway, I thought pits were illegal in this state.
And more on dogs, Baxter has learned to "speak" when I say "John McCain!" and to hide his face when I say "Barack Obama"... It's hilarious. He did the (new) McCain thing on the phone for Erik tonight. It was fun. Also, if you didn't know, Obama is here for vacation. I must have seen 10 people in town today wearing t-shirts that said "Obama Ohana" (ohana means family in Hawaiian). I find that interesting since they were all white people... Just sayin'.
Oh. The alarm people came yesterday, so don't try to break into my house.
I'm going to bed. I have to be up early to catch the bus to ride the ferry to get to work by 8.
PS - For those of you praying up my job search, I thank you. I got a call today, a "phone screen" for a great job with Goodwill as a job retention coach. The screen went really well, please cross your fingers! :)
***I had a whole post whining about the deployment seeming to come faster and faster but I deleted it. A) Because it doesn't do me any good to whine, he's still going to have to leave, and B) because my husband doesn't need to know that I'm the whiny ass, when he's the one going to war.***
Melissa and I are becoming as bad as the boys. When we get together we always end up talking about deployment, just like when the boys are together they always end up talking Army. She and I should work on that. We said we would, but we didn't. Now I'm saying we should, because I can't stand much more thinking about the d-word. Especially while Erik is away. We still have time, so I can't conduct myself as if we don't. Myproblem is the coming home to an empty house and having too much time to myself. And laying awake at night because of the neighbors dog that likes to bark at 4-freakin-AM.
Speaking of dogs, you have to ride the bus to get from the pier to the transit center (where you park) and this guy gets on with a pit bull, and sits his stinky, two seat taking up behind next to me and lets his freakishly large and (I can only assume) agressive dog sniff all over me. I was ticked. Who brings a dog on a bus? And please don't lecture me about pit bulls being just as sweet as bunnies. I know people who've been attacked by pits, I don't know people who've been attacked by bunnies. And anyway, I thought pits were illegal in this state.
And more on dogs, Baxter has learned to "speak" when I say "John McCain!" and to hide his face when I say "Barack Obama"... It's hilarious. He did the (new) McCain thing on the phone for Erik tonight. It was fun. Also, if you didn't know, Obama is here for vacation. I must have seen 10 people in town today wearing t-shirts that said "Obama Ohana" (ohana means family in Hawaiian). I find that interesting since they were all white people... Just sayin'.
Oh. The alarm people came yesterday, so don't try to break into my house.
I'm going to bed. I have to be up early to catch the bus to ride the ferry to get to work by 8.
PS - For those of you praying up my job search, I thank you. I got a call today, a "phone screen" for a great job with Goodwill as a job retention coach. The screen went really well, please cross your fingers! :)
Saturday, August 9, 2008
If Heaven Was A Town, It Would Be My Town
So there I was, minding my own business on the ferry at 6:30AM, rocking out to Song Of The South by Alabama (on my IPOD, of course) when I get a text from my friend Garrett telling me to call him when I got the chance. I did. We talked the whole ferry ride, just catching up on life, gossiping (we're 14 year old girls), and of course talking about politics. (GK was my VP in SGA. Got it? - Garrett was my Vice President in Student Government.) During said convorsation I get a text from my old roommate Patty about our friend Katie's birthday celebration at the local bar, Cowboys. And that's when I really started to miss my Weatherford family. It's nice to know though, that in the middle of life, one phone call can make you feel like not even a day has passed since we all went our separate ways (er, I went my way, I guess. Since I was the first to leave.).
I miss them. My life wouldn't be what it was without them. Heck, I wouldn't be who I am without them.
No matter where I'm at
I can't pretend
I've found something better than where I've been
Cause where I'm from
Is who I am
And no matter how far that I run
I keep coming back
Okay, enough of that weapy crap, none of them even read this (to my knowledge anyway). And plus, I have other news to report. Lets get started, shall we?
1. I could not be more disappointed in you John Edwards. Seriously. Your wife has CANCER. Get control of yourself, would ya? Jeeesus.
2. I made it through the ferry ride without getting sick this morning. But I also took Dramamine and rubbed my nausea cream on my wrist (the stuff I got from the kooky doctor when I had the flu), and of course I was distracted by babbling on the phone. I curled my hair so that if I did get sick they'd think I was a different person and not the girl from yesterday who was idiot enough to come back for round two.
3. The company I was working for in Honolulu is called Alexander Baldwin. I had a nice time there, everyone was very sweet. There wasn't a lot to do, so I was allowed to read my book as long as I did it on the sly. Anyway, I kept wanting to say "Alexander Hamilton" when I answered the phone. I made the joke to one person and she was like "Is that a company on the mainland?" and I was like "Oh... No... ?" trying to play it off. Well, somehow this Alexander Hamilton business came up twice more of the course of my two days there and not a single person knew who the heck he was! I should go back on Monday with a freakin' $10 bill. Helllllooooo, FOUNDING FATHER! If anything, shouldn't they remember the "Got Milk?" commerical from a few years ago where the guy puts a whole wad of peanut butter in his mouth while listening to the radio. The announcer says (something like) "For $1million, who killed Alexander Hamilton? Lets to go our random caller!" And the PB-eaters phone rings and he's got all that PB in his mouth so all he can says is "AAawnn Vrrrr" (Aaron Burr). Geez, Erik and Garrett both thought of that too. Funny how I surround myself people as strange as I...
4. My dad (David, not Charlie) is an excellent cook (although Charlie isn't bad either!). He used to make these delicious Salmon patties. I tried tonight and failed. Miserably. I couldn't remember the recipe so I looked online and nothing looked right so I just started throwing crap into a bowl. Then I decided to take out one patty. Then I threw some more crap in, and took out a couple more patties. Then I did something to the last one, I don't remember what. Then I dipped one in cornmeal, another was coated in crushed saltines, one just got thrown in the skillet naked and that fourth one just isn't really registering in my memory at all. Anyway, I burned them because I'm not used to trying to fry things. And they mostly tasted like crap. Fishy crap, actually. I told Erik to be glad he missed that one. He's pretty good about eating whatever I put in front of him, but I'm also not brave enough to try to make things by myself if I have to feed it to others. So anyway, I took a bite of each and just decided to eat the can of corn I'd made as a side dish. My hands reek of Salmon now.
5. Speaking of Salmons. Melissa and I are going on an excursion to Aiea tomorrow. Fun will be had.
I'm going to bed. Good night all!
I miss them. My life wouldn't be what it was without them. Heck, I wouldn't be who I am without them.
No matter where I'm at
I can't pretend
I've found something better than where I've been
Cause where I'm from
Is who I am
And no matter how far that I run
I keep coming back
Okay, enough of that weapy crap, none of them even read this (to my knowledge anyway). And plus, I have other news to report. Lets get started, shall we?
1. I could not be more disappointed in you John Edwards. Seriously. Your wife has CANCER. Get control of yourself, would ya? Jeeesus.
2. I made it through the ferry ride without getting sick this morning. But I also took Dramamine and rubbed my nausea cream on my wrist (the stuff I got from the kooky doctor when I had the flu), and of course I was distracted by babbling on the phone. I curled my hair so that if I did get sick they'd think I was a different person and not the girl from yesterday who was idiot enough to come back for round two.
3. The company I was working for in Honolulu is called Alexander Baldwin. I had a nice time there, everyone was very sweet. There wasn't a lot to do, so I was allowed to read my book as long as I did it on the sly. Anyway, I kept wanting to say "Alexander Hamilton" when I answered the phone. I made the joke to one person and she was like "Is that a company on the mainland?" and I was like "Oh... No... ?" trying to play it off. Well, somehow this Alexander Hamilton business came up twice more of the course of my two days there and not a single person knew who the heck he was! I should go back on Monday with a freakin' $10 bill. Helllllooooo, FOUNDING FATHER! If anything, shouldn't they remember the "Got Milk?" commerical from a few years ago where the guy puts a whole wad of peanut butter in his mouth while listening to the radio. The announcer says (something like) "For $1million, who killed Alexander Hamilton? Lets to go our random caller!" And the PB-eaters phone rings and he's got all that PB in his mouth so all he can says is "AAawnn Vrrrr" (Aaron Burr). Geez, Erik and Garrett both thought of that too. Funny how I surround myself people as strange as I...
4. My dad (David, not Charlie) is an excellent cook (although Charlie isn't bad either!). He used to make these delicious Salmon patties. I tried tonight and failed. Miserably. I couldn't remember the recipe so I looked online and nothing looked right so I just started throwing crap into a bowl. Then I decided to take out one patty. Then I threw some more crap in, and took out a couple more patties. Then I did something to the last one, I don't remember what. Then I dipped one in cornmeal, another was coated in crushed saltines, one just got thrown in the skillet naked and that fourth one just isn't really registering in my memory at all. Anyway, I burned them because I'm not used to trying to fry things. And they mostly tasted like crap. Fishy crap, actually. I told Erik to be glad he missed that one. He's pretty good about eating whatever I put in front of him, but I'm also not brave enough to try to make things by myself if I have to feed it to others. So anyway, I took a bite of each and just decided to eat the can of corn I'd made as a side dish. My hands reek of Salmon now.
5. Speaking of Salmons. Melissa and I are going on an excursion to Aiea tomorrow. Fun will be had.
I'm going to bed. Good night all!
Friday, August 8, 2008
You'll never guess who gets sea sick.
This girl right here.
They say it was an exceptionally bumpy ride today, but dang. It's a good thing I forget to eat/cook a lot while Erik's gone, things could have turned out poorly. I got some Dramamine for the ride home and I'm trying the ferry again tomorrow. Which means I'm getting up at 4:45 in the morning (again) so I can be at work by 8. I remember times in college when I had class at 8 and still wasn't in bed by 4:45... I'm 100.
The job went well, I'm pretty much too tired to blog about it right now. Erik called early, so I'm going to bed early. At 8. I'm 100.
They say it was an exceptionally bumpy ride today, but dang. It's a good thing I forget to eat/cook a lot while Erik's gone, things could have turned out poorly. I got some Dramamine for the ride home and I'm trying the ferry again tomorrow. Which means I'm getting up at 4:45 in the morning (again) so I can be at work by 8. I remember times in college when I had class at 8 and still wasn't in bed by 4:45... I'm 100.
The job went well, I'm pretty much too tired to blog about it right now. Erik called early, so I'm going to bed early. At 8. I'm 100.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Someone Down the Street
Is blasting country music. Feels like home!
I went to a temp agency yesterday because I'm tired of not working/not contributing. They don't really have anything I would want to take on for the long-term, but it's something to do while I wait for that perfect fit to come along. Erik and I talked and it works better if I take temp work before he goes anyway. That way we can squeeze extra time in together. As I was pulling out of their lot yesterday I got a call from Bank of Hawaii. I was "screened" and my info was passed along to HR to do what they wish. We'll see what happens, but its in town so that would be AMAZING! *cross your fingers, please!*
So today I got a call from the temp agency and I have a job for the next two days. It's in Honolulu and I get to ride "The Boat" to work. I'm not a fan of boating, incase you didn't know, so we'll see how it works out. If anything, it'll be a good opportunity to see if I could stand working in Honolulu. I feel pretty guilty leaving Bax in his crate from 6-6, so Melissa is coming to let him out in the afternoon.
More later. The dog just ran downstairs and that usually means he's about to pee on the floor.
I went to a temp agency yesterday because I'm tired of not working/not contributing. They don't really have anything I would want to take on for the long-term, but it's something to do while I wait for that perfect fit to come along. Erik and I talked and it works better if I take temp work before he goes anyway. That way we can squeeze extra time in together. As I was pulling out of their lot yesterday I got a call from Bank of Hawaii. I was "screened" and my info was passed along to HR to do what they wish. We'll see what happens, but its in town so that would be AMAZING! *cross your fingers, please!*
So today I got a call from the temp agency and I have a job for the next two days. It's in Honolulu and I get to ride "The Boat" to work. I'm not a fan of boating, incase you didn't know, so we'll see how it works out. If anything, it'll be a good opportunity to see if I could stand working in Honolulu. I feel pretty guilty leaving Bax in his crate from 6-6, so Melissa is coming to let him out in the afternoon.
More later. The dog just ran downstairs and that usually means he's about to pee on the floor.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
When I was a kid and I would see other kids in movies with houses so close they could have those aluminum can telephones I would be jealous that my house was so far from the neighbors that I couldn't play telephone.
I'm over that.
Houses are so close together here that if one house is up in the middle of the night, all the houses are up (especially on cool nights when everyone has their windows open). One house turns on music (that would probably be us), then another houses dog hears it and starts barking (but the dog isn't supposed to be an outside dog anyway, according to the housing community) and then another houses child starts crying (I use the term child loosely, I haven't figured out if it's some kind of mutant or if it's a baby. Whatever it is, it's mad). And I'm afraid that I'm perpetuating this because now that Erik's away for awhile I stay up later.
The other day I was working with Baxter to speak, and everytime I'd say "SPEAK!" the neighbor dog would bark. I did it a few more times just to see if it was a fluke, but sure enough it was the doxon to the back left of our house.
Oh. And my basil died.
I'm over that.
Houses are so close together here that if one house is up in the middle of the night, all the houses are up (especially on cool nights when everyone has their windows open). One house turns on music (that would probably be us), then another houses dog hears it and starts barking (but the dog isn't supposed to be an outside dog anyway, according to the housing community) and then another houses child starts crying (I use the term child loosely, I haven't figured out if it's some kind of mutant or if it's a baby. Whatever it is, it's mad). And I'm afraid that I'm perpetuating this because now that Erik's away for awhile I stay up later.
The other day I was working with Baxter to speak, and everytime I'd say "SPEAK!" the neighbor dog would bark. I did it a few more times just to see if it was a fluke, but sure enough it was the doxon to the back left of our house.
Oh. And my basil died.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Sidenote
After a myspace comment from Jackie, I found somehow comments have been disabled from my blog! I don't know what happened or why, but I can't seem to fix it. Lame.
Also as a result of the comment from Jackie: I'm even more serious about the sewing machine!
//edit// Fixed the comments! Not sure how, but I did!
Also as a result of the comment from Jackie: I'm even more serious about the sewing machine!
//edit// Fixed the comments! Not sure how, but I did!
I have decided
that I might want a sewing machine.
I saw some at WalMart today for less than $100. I think thats reasonable enough to try it out but I'm going to wait awhile to buy one. Perhaps I'll put it on my (ever growing) list of things to buy when I find a job. At this rate, my first two pay checks will be tied up in sewing machines, coach bags and new cell phones. Heh!
Oh! And speaking of jobs... The interview on Monday went well, I was there for like 2 hours! They seemed interested, but said they wouldn't be making a decision for a couple of weeks... *heavy sigh*
Dropped off Erik last night - he'll be gone until the end of August. Maybe I will have to break down and buy that sewing machine... I *think* I remember how to work it from 8th grade Home-Ec.
I saw some at WalMart today for less than $100. I think thats reasonable enough to try it out but I'm going to wait awhile to buy one. Perhaps I'll put it on my (ever growing) list of things to buy when I find a job. At this rate, my first two pay checks will be tied up in sewing machines, coach bags and new cell phones. Heh!
Oh! And speaking of jobs... The interview on Monday went well, I was there for like 2 hours! They seemed interested, but said they wouldn't be making a decision for a couple of weeks... *heavy sigh*
Dropped off Erik last night - he'll be gone until the end of August. Maybe I will have to break down and buy that sewing machine... I *think* I remember how to work it from 8th grade Home-Ec.
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