Monday, April 4, 2011
...???...
Well, I started reading Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice Saturday. While I love the plot, the language is fairly easy after reading the Bronte sisters. Just sayin'. The weather is fairly warm, rainy, but warm. Of course that's going to change at some point tonight and turn into cold, snowy, but cold :( I am out right sick of this snow. but what can I do? I am going on a diet...more to follow later. Gotta get back to my resume, I'm applying for a new job....so keep all your virtual thumbs out there crossed :) Mandy
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Rats among us...
It appears that one, or all of my sisters have been reading my blog. Which sister(s) it is, I do not know, but that would be how my mother knew I had been to Ottawa for a day. I would like to say to all my non-related readers, if you feel the need to spy on your relatives, don't. chances are, they're not doing anything "spy worthy" anyways, and probably just value their own privacy a little too much. I realize this is an entirely public blog, however...To my sisters: if you have been reading this, why not bother commenting when I ask for some feedback? because you are snooping into what you think i feel is my own private outlet. well, thank you. I will no longer use this blog as i have been, simply because you decided you needed to be nosey and couldn't mind your own business. I was angry (which you should have picked up from the blog i wrote about it) that you opened my mail. Not only is that entirely too intrusive, it's also illegal. I love you my seesters, but you need to learn to honor my privacy. I have a feeling it's Desi, which in that case, I am highly disappointed in you. If i felt the need to tell you something, or the need to leave something be, it's to my own discretion. Instead, you have the nerve, nay, the audacity to read my blog, and then run home and tell mum and dad everything. I have nothing to hide, I simply have nothing to tell either. When i do feel something is noteworthy, I will tell the family, in my own time and way. At any rate, you non-related readers will probably not miss my random rants and incredibly long posts. I however shall miss writing them, but as there is no place I can "go" to feel "heard" without having to worry about my family always reading it, this will be the last post of my usual kind. Orvoir to the freedom of total anonymity... Mandy
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Ottawa...
So, I spent a day in Ottawa. I don't know how to write what I'm feeling...which is a first for me. I am very, very happy. On cloud 9 for sure. we shall see, we shall see. anyways, getting ready for work. miss my friends. my family. I shall see them this week though, so it's all good! guess that's all for now folks. Mandy
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Twitterpated...with a season?!?!
Happy First Day of Spring!!!
The weather forecast for this area for the week: snow showers :(
however, I see buds on the trees, flowers popping up, grass turning green. The hint of rain is in the air, both in feeling and in smell. The world smells cleaner and new. One of the many reasons I love this season. If only Spring, Summer, and Fall could last as long as this winter has felt, I'd be a happy, happy girl. (This winter was cold and damp, and starting around Thanksgiving. Our first actual snowfall was on December 1, 2010 and it snowed every day for over a month.)
I am ready for Spring. Ready to help put in a garden. Ready to spring clean my house (I've already started). Ready to sit out on my parents' patio, or even on my steps and soak in the sun. Ready to walk in this small crummy city, and especially in my own little neighborhood.
I am in love with the warm undertones the wind is carrying with it. I am in love with the blue, blue sky, and the green, very green grass. I am in love with the sound of cicadas and frogs as they call to their mates. I am in love with opening my windows at home, and let the fresh air replace the stale stuff from winter. I am in love with Spring this year.
AAAAAAH
ok. i'm done now!
Off to talk to some boy ;)
The weather forecast for this area for the week: snow showers :(
however, I see buds on the trees, flowers popping up, grass turning green. The hint of rain is in the air, both in feeling and in smell. The world smells cleaner and new. One of the many reasons I love this season. If only Spring, Summer, and Fall could last as long as this winter has felt, I'd be a happy, happy girl. (This winter was cold and damp, and starting around Thanksgiving. Our first actual snowfall was on December 1, 2010 and it snowed every day for over a month.)
I am ready for Spring. Ready to help put in a garden. Ready to spring clean my house (I've already started). Ready to sit out on my parents' patio, or even on my steps and soak in the sun. Ready to walk in this small crummy city, and especially in my own little neighborhood.
I am in love with the warm undertones the wind is carrying with it. I am in love with the blue, blue sky, and the green, very green grass. I am in love with the sound of cicadas and frogs as they call to their mates. I am in love with opening my windows at home, and let the fresh air replace the stale stuff from winter. I am in love with Spring this year.
AAAAAAH
ok. i'm done now!
Off to talk to some boy ;)
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Jane Eyre: Charlotte Bronte.
I figured since my last post couldn't really count as a book review (although I did mention it) I would do a proper criticism on this acclaimed piece.
Charlotte Bronte was simply brilliant. She, as an author, is an inspiration to all. Especially those who have found their calling in the form of pen and paper.
I found this book thrilling. Its many twists and turns not only leave the reader inquisitive enough to read further, but guessing until the end. It is not intended to be a mystery. Which is why it's such a precocious read.
The heartache and joy felt by the reader in empathy with the heroine are physical reminders that words can cut to the quick, can be as descriptive and able to bring us full knowledge and feeling of any such person. Jane is not only a likeable character, she is, by far, a friend to any reader who has ever felt so misunderstood as to feel injustice per misunderstanding.
As a teen age girl, I didn't care for this style of writing for I felt it unecessary to include the look and touch and smell and taste of everything but having gone a considerable amount of time without using my TV (even if just for movies. I do not have an HD box and am not buying that nor cable and therefore do not have any channels whatsoever), I now fully appreciate that fact.
For this reason, I want to say: "thank you sincerely Miss Bronte, for having described it all that I might feel I have been to Thornfield Hall myself".
Ok, now off to facebooking I go! :)
Charlotte Bronte was simply brilliant. She, as an author, is an inspiration to all. Especially those who have found their calling in the form of pen and paper.
I found this book thrilling. Its many twists and turns not only leave the reader inquisitive enough to read further, but guessing until the end. It is not intended to be a mystery. Which is why it's such a precocious read.
The heartache and joy felt by the reader in empathy with the heroine are physical reminders that words can cut to the quick, can be as descriptive and able to bring us full knowledge and feeling of any such person. Jane is not only a likeable character, she is, by far, a friend to any reader who has ever felt so misunderstood as to feel injustice per misunderstanding.
As a teen age girl, I didn't care for this style of writing for I felt it unecessary to include the look and touch and smell and taste of everything but having gone a considerable amount of time without using my TV (even if just for movies. I do not have an HD box and am not buying that nor cable and therefore do not have any channels whatsoever), I now fully appreciate that fact.
For this reason, I want to say: "thank you sincerely Miss Bronte, for having described it all that I might feel I have been to Thornfield Hall myself".
Ok, now off to facebooking I go! :)
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Long time bloggers, long time indeed.
Boy have I missed the world of blogging! I was working crazy hours but things have slowed down for me since I quit the 2nd job. That's right folks, i up and quit after only 5.5 weeks!! I did not handle myself well, and would have handled myself worse had I quit in a "mature fashion". How did I do it? I sent Emily a text message stating that i was not only not coming in that day, but never coming back. I told her that it was nothing she or her daughter had done (slight falsehood) but that I wasn't getting enough rest (true) and not taking care of myself the way I should (very true! I am now finishing up meds for a UTI). I have not worked there in a week, and I do not miss it one teensy tiny bit.
She had the nerve to complain about me getting paid for 20 hours and not working 20 hours each week. I had told her not to pay me for that time, when she was making out the hours. She actually had the nerve to suggest that I give her daughter the money of the hours I didn't come in since "she will have to do what you're not here to do". By that point my fate, for that job at least, was sealed. Let me explain:
Her daughter, at 12, would not do what most normal, sane people consider chores. She does not wash dishes, clean up her mess in the bathroom, clean her room, do a load of laundry, run the vacuum, take out the trash, feed AND water the dog (i got her to feed him, but she would not give him fresh water) nor take him out to potty, put her clean laundry away, or help with the cooking. I am not saying i expected her to do all of those things, all the time. However, over the weekends when I was not there, dishes should have been washed and put away, a load of laundry could have been thrown in the washer, the vacuum could have been run, etc. Nothing too strenuous or difficult. Her mother did not require her to do anything, and since she had help coming (and has had this help for quite some time) her daughter is a Low-Middle Class "Prima-Donna" expecting to be treated as a princess, with little or no responsibility for her own life and actions. I didn't buy into that idea, and throughout the week, when i was there, I made her put her laundry away, take out the trash, sort the dirty clothes etc. Again, nothing too strenuous. She is 12. She should be able to handle those simple tasks. It would be different if she were very involved with things at school. If she got straight As, or was involved with some extra-curricular something. None of those things apply, especially the straight A thing (she's failing nearly every class).
So being asked to hand over a portion of my hard earned money because I hadn't met the "time requirement" for the week to a girl who did nothing around the house except be waited on hand and foot was to me, revolting. The very notion insulted my sense of humanity.
Also, the woman was impossible to please. IMPOSSIBLE!!!! She wanted dry, dry turkey meat from the deli. I bought her dry, dry turkey (as dry as they had) and "the stuff at Tic-Toc up the street is better" (for all those out of the USA or not from the OH-PA region, Tic-Tocs are your usual "corner store" convenient stores. Over priced junk food and the occasional hot food item, some stores specialize in certain hot foods (pizza, hot dogs, etc) and are occasionally a part of gas stations). So I bought her the turkey from Tic-Toc. She liked that even less, and actually made me return it. On another occasion, she wanted me to "peel a few potatoes" for a soup she was going to make the next day. I said I didn't mind, and she then proceeded to tell me which bowl to fill up ( a mid-sized mixing bowl). When i requested help from her daughter, who is a "Prima-Donna" after all, she whined "I don't want to learn how to peel potatoes" and Emily said, "she's too tired to help". When I went in and asked how the soup was, i was told, "it was ok, but there were too many potatoes, that's alright, you'll do better next time" I very nearly jumped across the table, took her tongue from her mouth, wrapped said tongue around her neck, and strung her from the ceiling.
So when I sent her a text, declaring I was through with her, it was to save me from nearly killing the woman.
After a little over a month of only having 2 days off total in that entire span, spending over $200 in gas to go nowhere except home and both jobs, working 15+ hour days 5 days a week, and getting a UTI (urinary tract infection. very, very painful. especially since i didn't have any normal syptoms such as burning while using the loo...i'm thinking I had the infection at least 3 weeks) from not taking care of myself the way I should have, I quit.
Now i'd like to explain why the daughter doing nothing frustrates me so. Growing up, I have always had chores. At the age of 7, we started doing dishes. In the 2nd grade, I started washing my own laundry because I had a bad habit of throwing clean clothes in with the dirty. So essentially, by the age of 8 and 1/2 I was sufficient in cleaning up after myself. By the age of 12, I could do everything i can now, with the exception of cooking. I don't think any person can actually cook until forced to do so, aka moving away from home. I was active in church and with my homeschool group. I got good grades, and was able to sew, iron clothes, and clean efficiently. I helped make food, just never a whole meal. Plus I helped out with childcare, as I am the oldest of 4 girls in my family. I also know what it's like to have to get up and take care of animals. We grew up with cows, pigs, and chickens (although never at the same time) and had to take care of them (along with our dogs and cats). We also had to do yard and garden work. Don't get me wrong, I was not by any means abused or mistreated by being forced to do some (or most) of those things against my will. I am a much more mature adult, especially one from my generation, because I know how to do those things.
On top of all these things, I could not help but compare this girl with my own sisters, especially the younger two. They are increasingly active at school (choir, honors chorus, big sister mentoring program (as a big sister themselves, not as a little sister) student council, the musical, NHS, Spanish club, Drama club, Youth Alive, Track, Cross Country, to name a few) they get stellar grades (one sister has over a 4.3 GPA), are extremely active in our youth group at church, and they have chores. They're required to do a week of dishes, a week of garbage detail, and a week of taking care of the dog. Plus they do laundry when necessary, clean their bathroom, and take care of their rooms.
If anyone deserves a break from chores, it's them. Not the 12 year old who is too lazy to get off the computer to let the dog back in the house in the midst of a blizzard from going potty while i bathed her mother. She needs chores and set regular ones at that, with timed expectations to acheive a sense of responsiblity. I wanted to set that up for her but I knew they would not be enforced when i was not there.
Oh well. In other news: I read Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre in a total of 3.5 days. May I just say, it was AMAZING!!! I have never read it before, and plan on reading it again. I cannot give any of it away, but the you-know-what secret of Mr. Rochester was never forseen on my part. I thoroughly enjoyed it's descriptive nature and love the rhythm of both Bronte sisters' writing. I felt sorrow through much of it, but true happiness at the outcome of this book, and encourage you to read it!
Upon reading this first post of my 2 week separation, I have concluded that it is sufficiently long enought to bore even the most loyal of my readers and therefore must sign off from here. Waiting on the guy that makes me a little nutty!!!
Mandy
She had the nerve to complain about me getting paid for 20 hours and not working 20 hours each week. I had told her not to pay me for that time, when she was making out the hours. She actually had the nerve to suggest that I give her daughter the money of the hours I didn't come in since "she will have to do what you're not here to do". By that point my fate, for that job at least, was sealed. Let me explain:
Her daughter, at 12, would not do what most normal, sane people consider chores. She does not wash dishes, clean up her mess in the bathroom, clean her room, do a load of laundry, run the vacuum, take out the trash, feed AND water the dog (i got her to feed him, but she would not give him fresh water) nor take him out to potty, put her clean laundry away, or help with the cooking. I am not saying i expected her to do all of those things, all the time. However, over the weekends when I was not there, dishes should have been washed and put away, a load of laundry could have been thrown in the washer, the vacuum could have been run, etc. Nothing too strenuous or difficult. Her mother did not require her to do anything, and since she had help coming (and has had this help for quite some time) her daughter is a Low-Middle Class "Prima-Donna" expecting to be treated as a princess, with little or no responsibility for her own life and actions. I didn't buy into that idea, and throughout the week, when i was there, I made her put her laundry away, take out the trash, sort the dirty clothes etc. Again, nothing too strenuous. She is 12. She should be able to handle those simple tasks. It would be different if she were very involved with things at school. If she got straight As, or was involved with some extra-curricular something. None of those things apply, especially the straight A thing (she's failing nearly every class).
So being asked to hand over a portion of my hard earned money because I hadn't met the "time requirement" for the week to a girl who did nothing around the house except be waited on hand and foot was to me, revolting. The very notion insulted my sense of humanity.
Also, the woman was impossible to please. IMPOSSIBLE!!!! She wanted dry, dry turkey meat from the deli. I bought her dry, dry turkey (as dry as they had) and "the stuff at Tic-Toc up the street is better" (for all those out of the USA or not from the OH-PA region, Tic-Tocs are your usual "corner store" convenient stores. Over priced junk food and the occasional hot food item, some stores specialize in certain hot foods (pizza, hot dogs, etc) and are occasionally a part of gas stations). So I bought her the turkey from Tic-Toc. She liked that even less, and actually made me return it. On another occasion, she wanted me to "peel a few potatoes" for a soup she was going to make the next day. I said I didn't mind, and she then proceeded to tell me which bowl to fill up ( a mid-sized mixing bowl). When i requested help from her daughter, who is a "Prima-Donna" after all, she whined "I don't want to learn how to peel potatoes" and Emily said, "she's too tired to help". When I went in and asked how the soup was, i was told, "it was ok, but there were too many potatoes, that's alright, you'll do better next time" I very nearly jumped across the table, took her tongue from her mouth, wrapped said tongue around her neck, and strung her from the ceiling.
So when I sent her a text, declaring I was through with her, it was to save me from nearly killing the woman.
After a little over a month of only having 2 days off total in that entire span, spending over $200 in gas to go nowhere except home and both jobs, working 15+ hour days 5 days a week, and getting a UTI (urinary tract infection. very, very painful. especially since i didn't have any normal syptoms such as burning while using the loo...i'm thinking I had the infection at least 3 weeks) from not taking care of myself the way I should have, I quit.
Now i'd like to explain why the daughter doing nothing frustrates me so. Growing up, I have always had chores. At the age of 7, we started doing dishes. In the 2nd grade, I started washing my own laundry because I had a bad habit of throwing clean clothes in with the dirty. So essentially, by the age of 8 and 1/2 I was sufficient in cleaning up after myself. By the age of 12, I could do everything i can now, with the exception of cooking. I don't think any person can actually cook until forced to do so, aka moving away from home. I was active in church and with my homeschool group. I got good grades, and was able to sew, iron clothes, and clean efficiently. I helped make food, just never a whole meal. Plus I helped out with childcare, as I am the oldest of 4 girls in my family. I also know what it's like to have to get up and take care of animals. We grew up with cows, pigs, and chickens (although never at the same time) and had to take care of them (along with our dogs and cats). We also had to do yard and garden work. Don't get me wrong, I was not by any means abused or mistreated by being forced to do some (or most) of those things against my will. I am a much more mature adult, especially one from my generation, because I know how to do those things.
On top of all these things, I could not help but compare this girl with my own sisters, especially the younger two. They are increasingly active at school (choir, honors chorus, big sister mentoring program (as a big sister themselves, not as a little sister) student council, the musical, NHS, Spanish club, Drama club, Youth Alive, Track, Cross Country, to name a few) they get stellar grades (one sister has over a 4.3 GPA), are extremely active in our youth group at church, and they have chores. They're required to do a week of dishes, a week of garbage detail, and a week of taking care of the dog. Plus they do laundry when necessary, clean their bathroom, and take care of their rooms.
If anyone deserves a break from chores, it's them. Not the 12 year old who is too lazy to get off the computer to let the dog back in the house in the midst of a blizzard from going potty while i bathed her mother. She needs chores and set regular ones at that, with timed expectations to acheive a sense of responsiblity. I wanted to set that up for her but I knew they would not be enforced when i was not there.
Oh well. In other news: I read Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre in a total of 3.5 days. May I just say, it was AMAZING!!! I have never read it before, and plan on reading it again. I cannot give any of it away, but the you-know-what secret of Mr. Rochester was never forseen on my part. I thoroughly enjoyed it's descriptive nature and love the rhythm of both Bronte sisters' writing. I felt sorrow through much of it, but true happiness at the outcome of this book, and encourage you to read it!
Upon reading this first post of my 2 week separation, I have concluded that it is sufficiently long enought to bore even the most loyal of my readers and therefore must sign off from here. Waiting on the guy that makes me a little nutty!!!
Mandy
Sunday, February 27, 2011
:(
i hate sunday nights. even if i work at the hospital on sundays, the end of a sunday night signifies the end of the weekend and the start of another long and gruesome week of work.
In other news...
i'll be starting Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte tomorrow on my lunch break. And no matter how much she tries to screw up my plans, I am leaving Emily's house at 6:30 for cooking class.
And i'm finally putting in for vacation time and must go into work tomorrow morning very very early just to talk with lynda about some stuff.
oh well...
missing the man that makes me crazy!!!
In other news...
i'll be starting Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte tomorrow on my lunch break. And no matter how much she tries to screw up my plans, I am leaving Emily's house at 6:30 for cooking class.
And i'm finally putting in for vacation time and must go into work tomorrow morning very very early just to talk with lynda about some stuff.
oh well...
missing the man that makes me crazy!!!
Friday, February 18, 2011
exhausted...but happy...and anxious...and exhausted :P
I have worked 60+ hours a week for the past two weeks. Don't let anyone fool you out there, it doesn't get easier as you do it.
Ummmmm no news on the AT&T guy...which is better than bad news i guess.
Went dancing for the first time in months tonight. Had fun...but now i'm keyed up and have to get up in 5 very short hours for a double tomorrow.
waiting to talk to someone on skype. then maybe bed...then 14 hours at the hospital, just to come home, and work daylight sunday...
oh well. such is life.
guess i'll talk to you all later :)
Ummmmm no news on the AT&T guy...which is better than bad news i guess.
Went dancing for the first time in months tonight. Had fun...but now i'm keyed up and have to get up in 5 very short hours for a double tomorrow.
waiting to talk to someone on skype. then maybe bed...then 14 hours at the hospital, just to come home, and work daylight sunday...
oh well. such is life.
guess i'll talk to you all later :)
Sunday, February 13, 2011
"Excuse me...but is this Alexis?"
Soooooooooooooooooooo my conversation with Mr. At&t went very well. It took him a long time to reply, but when he did he asked if he could call. Of course I was at stinking work but after I clocked out I said he could. About an hour later, he called and we talked for an hour and a half!!!
Turns out, he didn't know who I was until about half way through our phone conversation...and he wasn't necessarily hitting on me...according to him, he gives his number out to practically every one. However, for not knowing each other, we had a very intense conversation. Talked a lot about life and were on like 5th date material at the beginning. It was like i said, intense but refreshing as well. I've met few people whom are that honest from the first "hello". Not that talking about more superficial stuff isn't being honest, but a lot of the time it's just that: superficial.
Anyways, I debated allllllllll day whether I'd text him again, and decided to at around 10:30. I said something along the lines of: Hey listen, i'm not usually this bold, nor have i ever had a more intense, broad convo with a stranger than i did last night, but i'd really like the chance to get to know you better and become friends. If you're not comfortable with that i understand too...
and he replied: can't talk now but it's aight with me LOL...
for your info: i used the word "aight" a lot last night. i was new castle chuchin' it all the way!!!
He's a good guy too...christian and everything...
Sooooooooooooooooooo I don't know where this will go, if it goes anywhere. I am certainly not going to entertain the idea of us dating anywhere in the near future. But I am open to the idea. Annnnd, Lord willing, should Mr. At&t man be willing too...I wouldn't object. :)
That's all for now. I have a 10 hour day ahead of me tomorrow.
Happy valentines day!
Turns out, he didn't know who I was until about half way through our phone conversation...and he wasn't necessarily hitting on me...according to him, he gives his number out to practically every one. However, for not knowing each other, we had a very intense conversation. Talked a lot about life and were on like 5th date material at the beginning. It was like i said, intense but refreshing as well. I've met few people whom are that honest from the first "hello". Not that talking about more superficial stuff isn't being honest, but a lot of the time it's just that: superficial.
Anyways, I debated allllllllll day whether I'd text him again, and decided to at around 10:30. I said something along the lines of: Hey listen, i'm not usually this bold, nor have i ever had a more intense, broad convo with a stranger than i did last night, but i'd really like the chance to get to know you better and become friends. If you're not comfortable with that i understand too...
and he replied: can't talk now but it's aight with me LOL...
for your info: i used the word "aight" a lot last night. i was new castle chuchin' it all the way!!!
He's a good guy too...christian and everything...
Sooooooooooooooooooo I don't know where this will go, if it goes anywhere. I am certainly not going to entertain the idea of us dating anywhere in the near future. But I am open to the idea. Annnnd, Lord willing, should Mr. At&t man be willing too...I wouldn't object. :)
That's all for now. I have a 10 hour day ahead of me tomorrow.
Happy valentines day!
Friday, February 11, 2011
days like today make me say "woah"
for starters, i slept in and almost missed breakfast at Mickey D's which is what my employer wanted. Then I realized I locked myself out of my house, and after going to my 2nd job for a grand total of 45 minutes I had to leave because a locksmith was on his way to collect $45 from me for breaking into my house.
After that, i had less than an hour before work at the hospital and therefore decided to get some bills paid. I paid my electric bill and zipped on over to AT&T to pay another large payment on my ridiculous bill.
Now, before i talk about today, I wanted to do some background info about my last trip into the store. Last time i went in, I did my thing but saw one of the customer care guys looking at me. I looked rough, hair in a messy bun, eyebrows needing done, scrubs on (you get the picture). This guy came over to the payment kiosk just as i was about to leave and asked if my bill was pretty consistent. I thought that it was kinda weird but said until then, yes. so he had me go to the counter...asked if i needed to change my plan. etc...(his name's Tony btw). I was on limited time as i had to go to work, so i asked what my options were and then said i'd have to come back the next day to fix everything.
Tony proceeded to give me his card, and scratched off every other number and then added his own (private cell) for me to call later "if i had any questions".
I did nothing about it, but realized i was being hit on by a fairly good looking guy. I thought i saw a ring on his ring finger, left hand. I was sorta looking for it cuz i find him fairly attractive.
Fast Forward to today. I haven't been back in because i was slightly avoiding Tony. I don't know why, except i've really been truly busy and my eyebrows are now worse lol.
He was there, and after paying another $300 on my bill, i asked if he remembered me. He did...we got my plan all squared away, and then he asked if i still had his number. I should have lied and said no, but i didn't. I am dumb sometimes. :)
He then said i should just buy myself an iphone and give whoever it was i was talking to in canada my crappy phone. He was fishing for info. I should have said it was all business or something. I didn't.
Tomorrow, before i lose the opportunity to meet someone who might be interested, I'm going to "fake text" Tony. What does that mean? that simply means i'm going to send him a message "intended" for someone else.
the text will say: "Hey i just got my schedule for next week, and i'm off on Friday! We should hang out"
and when i get asked who i am (let's hope this guy isn't a freak and hasn't memorized my number, although i'm sure he could probably lose his job if he did...lol), i'll reply with a coy "this is mandy montgomery...who is this?"
and when he tells me its himself, i'll say something like, "i'm so sorry, now i feel dumb. I thought your number was my friend Alexis' new number. Oops...well hey, sorry to bother you, but keep in touch if you want..."
sounds pretty perfect to me...if he is in a relationship, and his other happens to see his texts, it's all innocent and an accident. If he's single, it doesn't seem like i'm being too forward, but letting him know communication in the future would be appreciated. and I don't think it's too pushy about getting back to me whatsoever.
As far as i can see, it's fairly fool-proof. If nothing happens, at least i tried. I hope we go out at least once. He seems like a decent guy.
In other news. 2nd job sucks. Hospital is irritating. Haven't read anything in almost a week. I feel my brain cells that were waking up from lack of good stimulation slowly dying.
Excited and nervous about tomorrow's convo :) wish me luck!!!
After that, i had less than an hour before work at the hospital and therefore decided to get some bills paid. I paid my electric bill and zipped on over to AT&T to pay another large payment on my ridiculous bill.
Now, before i talk about today, I wanted to do some background info about my last trip into the store. Last time i went in, I did my thing but saw one of the customer care guys looking at me. I looked rough, hair in a messy bun, eyebrows needing done, scrubs on (you get the picture). This guy came over to the payment kiosk just as i was about to leave and asked if my bill was pretty consistent. I thought that it was kinda weird but said until then, yes. so he had me go to the counter...asked if i needed to change my plan. etc...(his name's Tony btw). I was on limited time as i had to go to work, so i asked what my options were and then said i'd have to come back the next day to fix everything.
Tony proceeded to give me his card, and scratched off every other number and then added his own (private cell) for me to call later "if i had any questions".
I did nothing about it, but realized i was being hit on by a fairly good looking guy. I thought i saw a ring on his ring finger, left hand. I was sorta looking for it cuz i find him fairly attractive.
Fast Forward to today. I haven't been back in because i was slightly avoiding Tony. I don't know why, except i've really been truly busy and my eyebrows are now worse lol.
He was there, and after paying another $300 on my bill, i asked if he remembered me. He did...we got my plan all squared away, and then he asked if i still had his number. I should have lied and said no, but i didn't. I am dumb sometimes. :)
He then said i should just buy myself an iphone and give whoever it was i was talking to in canada my crappy phone. He was fishing for info. I should have said it was all business or something. I didn't.
Tomorrow, before i lose the opportunity to meet someone who might be interested, I'm going to "fake text" Tony. What does that mean? that simply means i'm going to send him a message "intended" for someone else.
the text will say: "Hey i just got my schedule for next week, and i'm off on Friday! We should hang out"
and when i get asked who i am (let's hope this guy isn't a freak and hasn't memorized my number, although i'm sure he could probably lose his job if he did...lol), i'll reply with a coy "this is mandy montgomery...who is this?"
and when he tells me its himself, i'll say something like, "i'm so sorry, now i feel dumb. I thought your number was my friend Alexis' new number. Oops...well hey, sorry to bother you, but keep in touch if you want..."
sounds pretty perfect to me...if he is in a relationship, and his other happens to see his texts, it's all innocent and an accident. If he's single, it doesn't seem like i'm being too forward, but letting him know communication in the future would be appreciated. and I don't think it's too pushy about getting back to me whatsoever.
As far as i can see, it's fairly fool-proof. If nothing happens, at least i tried. I hope we go out at least once. He seems like a decent guy.
In other news. 2nd job sucks. Hospital is irritating. Haven't read anything in almost a week. I feel my brain cells that were waking up from lack of good stimulation slowly dying.
Excited and nervous about tomorrow's convo :) wish me luck!!!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
cant...breathe...
i forgot how much i hate cigarettes. lady i work for, whom i spent my whole day off of the hospital with, smokes like a fiend. making it very difficult for me to breathe. not only that but now my clothes smell like smoke too.
and the only day i'll probably get off at all will be sunday the 20th, if i'm even off from the hospital.
makes me wanna go crazy.
vacation...vacation...vacation...
i think i might go AWOL and not come back. you all are more than welcome to follow me around the world...
lol. i wish. ooooooooh how i so wish.
anyways...i'm probably going to need a breathing treatment tomorrow. if not tomorrow, then certainly friday night. craaaap. friday nights are our busiest. craaaaaaap
maybe i'll have time on saturday then lol.
i'm out. another 15 hour day tomorrow...
and the only day i'll probably get off at all will be sunday the 20th, if i'm even off from the hospital.
makes me wanna go crazy.
vacation...vacation...vacation...
i think i might go AWOL and not come back. you all are more than welcome to follow me around the world...
lol. i wish. ooooooooh how i so wish.
anyways...i'm probably going to need a breathing treatment tomorrow. if not tomorrow, then certainly friday night. craaaap. friday nights are our busiest. craaaaaaap
maybe i'll have time on saturday then lol.
i'm out. another 15 hour day tomorrow...
Monday, February 7, 2011
long day...
i started work at the hospital at 7 this morning and finished my second job at 9 tonight...which equals almost 14 hours of uninterupted work.
my feet hurt but not as bad as my head...which hurts worse from all the smoke and screaming my client and her daughter do.
i am basically their maid. i did 3 loads of laundry, cooked dinner, cleaned up the kitchen, then baked brownies, gave an insulin shot, and cleaned up again. all while the mother watched tv in her room and the daughter played on facebook.
oh well. i just keep telling myself...vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation.
and to be fair the mother has severe health issues and the daughter is only 12.
but still. the mother nags her daughter constantly and the daughter tunes her out only to be screamed at more. it's a tense situation...
vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation.
:D
i'm bout to hit the shower and go to bed. only to be back at their house at 8 AM and work till i have to leave for the hospital. good thing i will be getting paid every week from here on until i quit. lol
i miss my friends. my life. my apartment lol
maybe i can schedule some time off for my friends. my life. my apartment. lol
vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation. freakin vacation...
my feet hurt but not as bad as my head...which hurts worse from all the smoke and screaming my client and her daughter do.
i am basically their maid. i did 3 loads of laundry, cooked dinner, cleaned up the kitchen, then baked brownies, gave an insulin shot, and cleaned up again. all while the mother watched tv in her room and the daughter played on facebook.
oh well. i just keep telling myself...vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation.
and to be fair the mother has severe health issues and the daughter is only 12.
but still. the mother nags her daughter constantly and the daughter tunes her out only to be screamed at more. it's a tense situation...
vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation.
:D
i'm bout to hit the shower and go to bed. only to be back at their house at 8 AM and work till i have to leave for the hospital. good thing i will be getting paid every week from here on until i quit. lol
i miss my friends. my life. my apartment lol
maybe i can schedule some time off for my friends. my life. my apartment. lol
vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation. vacation. freakin vacation...
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Robinson Crusoe: two thumbs up
I have needed a vacation for so long, and so badly that i decided to read Daniel Defoe's Robinson Crusoe. I read it in the 4th grade, which makes my head spin when i think about the amoung of language i had to re-read or think about as an adult.
Of course i loved it. My biggest problem with it was this: there are no chapters in the book at all. I typically will allow myself to finish a chapter before i go do something, such as back to work or switch the laundry over etc. Without having chapters to go by, i had to do a lot of skimming ahead to find the next change in thought and then read until that point. Of which i would usually bypass and have to start the "end of my reading for the moment" search all over again.
It hasn't totally satiated my desire to get out of this frozen tundra i call home, but it helps me see the benefits of not being stranded on an island :)
I plan on reading the sequels to it (there are 2 written by Defoe) this month as well. I'll be buying those sometime this week :)
I have a friend who asked me how i read so much, and i couldn't tell him. Just that i honestly read everything, including the air-freshener can while i go to the bathroom, my shampoo/conditioner/bodywash in the shower, and my deoderant while getting dressed. I can't stop myself from reading. He can't seem to start himself to it lol.
In other news...Life is good. I start my second job tomorrow. Kind of nervous about that, as i have some plans for behavior modification from my client's daughter...Oh and i'm finally getting my taxes done tomorrow as soon as i finish with my client. Becka leaves on Friday, and i'm hoping to get in one last coffee with her before she goes. maybe wednesday afternoon before church? I guess i don't need a life?
Anyways, i'm out for now. Gotta get up in 5 hours to shower and head off to work :(
Mandy
Of course i loved it. My biggest problem with it was this: there are no chapters in the book at all. I typically will allow myself to finish a chapter before i go do something, such as back to work or switch the laundry over etc. Without having chapters to go by, i had to do a lot of skimming ahead to find the next change in thought and then read until that point. Of which i would usually bypass and have to start the "end of my reading for the moment" search all over again.
It hasn't totally satiated my desire to get out of this frozen tundra i call home, but it helps me see the benefits of not being stranded on an island :)
I plan on reading the sequels to it (there are 2 written by Defoe) this month as well. I'll be buying those sometime this week :)
I have a friend who asked me how i read so much, and i couldn't tell him. Just that i honestly read everything, including the air-freshener can while i go to the bathroom, my shampoo/conditioner/bodywash in the shower, and my deoderant while getting dressed. I can't stop myself from reading. He can't seem to start himself to it lol.
In other news...Life is good. I start my second job tomorrow. Kind of nervous about that, as i have some plans for behavior modification from my client's daughter...Oh and i'm finally getting my taxes done tomorrow as soon as i finish with my client. Becka leaves on Friday, and i'm hoping to get in one last coffee with her before she goes. maybe wednesday afternoon before church? I guess i don't need a life?
Anyways, i'm out for now. Gotta get up in 5 hours to shower and head off to work :(
Mandy
Thursday, February 3, 2011
new job
so. after 5 hours of getting to know a lady by the name of Emily Gramsky, i have decided to take this second job. My duties will include but are not limited to: some housework and cooking, and helping her with duties such as bathing, giving her her insulin shots, taking her to pittsburgh etc.
i wouldn't have taken this job, but God knows i need the money.
i'm not quitting at the hospital either...so for now i'll be working a small 60+ hours a week. or 72...
crap. i just started to have time for a life and be able to see my friends again. suuuuuuck...
oh well...i've already determined what i'll do with the money from this second job once i get AT&T paid off...at least 1/4 of each pay is going into "my" mexican bank account. the rest is my play money...
my hospital pays will pay the bills.
ugh...honestly, if any of you people who read this are teens, don't ever wish to be an adult. We have bills that must be paid, and trust me, that really, really stinks a whole lot worse than high school drama.
anyways, i start monday.
talking to ppl...doing laundry...organizing the dirt to be cleaned first thing in the morning, then to H&R for my taxes...then hopefully to Mich's for "zumba" and then work. then maybe back to Mich's for a get together with Becka before she leaves...
later :)
i wouldn't have taken this job, but God knows i need the money.
i'm not quitting at the hospital either...so for now i'll be working a small 60+ hours a week. or 72...
crap. i just started to have time for a life and be able to see my friends again. suuuuuuck...
oh well...i've already determined what i'll do with the money from this second job once i get AT&T paid off...at least 1/4 of each pay is going into "my" mexican bank account. the rest is my play money...
my hospital pays will pay the bills.
ugh...honestly, if any of you people who read this are teens, don't ever wish to be an adult. We have bills that must be paid, and trust me, that really, really stinks a whole lot worse than high school drama.
anyways, i start monday.
talking to ppl...doing laundry...organizing the dirt to be cleaned first thing in the morning, then to H&R for my taxes...then hopefully to Mich's for "zumba" and then work. then maybe back to Mich's for a get together with Becka before she leaves...
later :)
Monday, January 31, 2011
things that make me go hmmmm...
I couldn't wait to start Robinson Crusoe. Oh well, reading is knowledge and knowledge is power, right?
i have a meeting with a woman who may become my second job. she's very sick and needs help around the house for a few hours a day. i'm not sure i'll commit to this job, but the money is ok, and i really need the money.
men. i hate it when men are more moody than i am. and then they make stupid rules that i have to follow. and one of the rules is: "no asking questions about the other rules". How lame is that? and then those moody men are the ones that always get annoyed when women are moody. talk about hypocrisy.
the inspection sticker is now null and void on my car. so tomorrow, amidst the winter storm "they're" calling for, i will be getting a "lick'em and stick'em" job. why not get it inspected for real? cuz my car wouldn't pass. lol
i need to call Anna, the Italian woman i "adopted" around the holidays. see if she needs her apartment cleaned.
i should be cleaning my place as i will be too busy once i take on this other job. oh well. it's going to have to wait.
at least till morning.
:(
my effort to conserve energy did little by way of reducing my bill. $208 vs $220...at least it didn't go up.
i need to buy laundry detergent. i'm out, and have been for a while now. it's a good thing i've got enough underwear, socks, and scrubs to last me at least a month and a half. lol :D
i really hate winter. just throwing that out there. unless it's at least 85 degrees (farenheit...or about 28 degrees celsius) i'm freezing.
i also really hate gaining weight. i need to resume my "no eating" habit. i was starting to look pretty good...
...besides my eyebrows. they're getting a little out of control. this is the first time since i moved that i have let them get this bad. i need a day for me.
i think that day shall be wednesday night, after youth...bubble bath w/some vino and tweezers...sounds like a freakin awesome time lol...
this post is way too longer, and way too random...i'm out now.
until tomorrow :)
i have a meeting with a woman who may become my second job. she's very sick and needs help around the house for a few hours a day. i'm not sure i'll commit to this job, but the money is ok, and i really need the money.
men. i hate it when men are more moody than i am. and then they make stupid rules that i have to follow. and one of the rules is: "no asking questions about the other rules". How lame is that? and then those moody men are the ones that always get annoyed when women are moody. talk about hypocrisy.
the inspection sticker is now null and void on my car. so tomorrow, amidst the winter storm "they're" calling for, i will be getting a "lick'em and stick'em" job. why not get it inspected for real? cuz my car wouldn't pass. lol
i need to call Anna, the Italian woman i "adopted" around the holidays. see if she needs her apartment cleaned.
i should be cleaning my place as i will be too busy once i take on this other job. oh well. it's going to have to wait.
at least till morning.
:(
my effort to conserve energy did little by way of reducing my bill. $208 vs $220...at least it didn't go up.
i need to buy laundry detergent. i'm out, and have been for a while now. it's a good thing i've got enough underwear, socks, and scrubs to last me at least a month and a half. lol :D
i really hate winter. just throwing that out there. unless it's at least 85 degrees (farenheit...or about 28 degrees celsius) i'm freezing.
i also really hate gaining weight. i need to resume my "no eating" habit. i was starting to look pretty good...
...besides my eyebrows. they're getting a little out of control. this is the first time since i moved that i have let them get this bad. i need a day for me.
i think that day shall be wednesday night, after youth...bubble bath w/some vino and tweezers...sounds like a freakin awesome time lol...
this post is way too longer, and way too random...i'm out now.
until tomorrow :)
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Wuthering Heights...
I have finished my first book of the year. At the beginning of this, i thought i would grow bored with this book. I read it in high school and hated it. I have re-read it and have fallen in love with it. This book is definitely one i will continue reading.
i want to state for the record, that I have in no certain order: loved, loathed, detested, hoped for, had pity on, cherished, and understood Heathcliff.
He has so many qualities that you love to hate, but you can totally understand why he acts the way he does.
I loved Cathy, at the beginning and grew to hate her, especially as she went all nuts-o, but then again, i guess Heathcliff would drive anyone to that point.
i adored Edgar. absolutely adored him. he is the picture of "good husband, good father" most girls want. i also adored Hareton, but pity him more.
Joseph is irritating, and Nelly has her moments. but i really cannot stand Linton or Hareton's dad...
i would highly recommend this to anyone. however, make sure the book you're reading has a good section of "footnotes". i could have easily been lost in Joseph's speech, especially his longer dialogues.
Emily Bronte was pure genius and the world is better for this book. of this i am fully convinced. the world was robbed of her future books thanks to her dying young.
Read it! Better yourselves!! Gain a bigger vocabulary from it!!!
i want to state for the record, that I have in no certain order: loved, loathed, detested, hoped for, had pity on, cherished, and understood Heathcliff.
He has so many qualities that you love to hate, but you can totally understand why he acts the way he does.
I loved Cathy, at the beginning and grew to hate her, especially as she went all nuts-o, but then again, i guess Heathcliff would drive anyone to that point.
i adored Edgar. absolutely adored him. he is the picture of "good husband, good father" most girls want. i also adored Hareton, but pity him more.
Joseph is irritating, and Nelly has her moments. but i really cannot stand Linton or Hareton's dad...
i would highly recommend this to anyone. however, make sure the book you're reading has a good section of "footnotes". i could have easily been lost in Joseph's speech, especially his longer dialogues.
Emily Bronte was pure genius and the world is better for this book. of this i am fully convinced. the world was robbed of her future books thanks to her dying young.
Read it! Better yourselves!! Gain a bigger vocabulary from it!!!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Norah Jones - Chasing Pirates
best song to write to in a long while...the only other song that could compare would be the video below :)
Life:
Repaying my cell bill. It's gotta happen. It's gonna happen. Sucks, but i'm moving on.
In other news: i'm writing my story. it won't be all happy and flowers and hearts and sunshine, but it's mine.
that's all for now.
Oh, and i'm currently addicted to this song from Norah Jones: "Chasing Pirates". It's really great to write to :)
In other news: i'm writing my story. it won't be all happy and flowers and hearts and sunshine, but it's mine.
that's all for now.
Oh, and i'm currently addicted to this song from Norah Jones: "Chasing Pirates". It's really great to write to :)
Monday, January 24, 2011
today: really, really sucked.
I found out that my phone bill was almost $1000. sucked isn't quite the word. First i was in hysterics, then i cried...wheezed a little (but not full blown asthma attack), had a massive pity party. Now i'm rejoining the world.
I don't know how much money i'll get back from my income taxes, but i do know that i had plans for that money. Paying off my cell bill wasn't one of them.
I am mad at myself for not thinking about Canada as "international" but considering you don't need to use a country code to call, i assumed it was normal long distance. I assumed wrong. Now i have to pay a lot of money. :(
anyways, making a game plan. i'm out.
I don't know how much money i'll get back from my income taxes, but i do know that i had plans for that money. Paying off my cell bill wasn't one of them.
I am mad at myself for not thinking about Canada as "international" but considering you don't need to use a country code to call, i assumed it was normal long distance. I assumed wrong. Now i have to pay a lot of money. :(
anyways, making a game plan. i'm out.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
hmmmm
So. i explained how i wanted to go shampooless and all natural right? what did i do today? i bought more shampoo and conditioner. I think this stuff will work ok for my hair. and it's much easier than going all organic lol.
Men...i could write 3234 books on the subject. Most of them would most decidedly say that they suck. maybe a few would be much fairer to the brutes.
Who knows? i certainly don't. I've thought about giving up hope. I've tried the internet dating scene. i've also tried being just about every adjective out there for girls. nice, sweet, caring, cute, sexy, confident, smart, etc etc etc. nothing seems to work.
i'm not being anyone but me. but i've tried to be something i'm not. nothing works. so...i'd like to give up hope. but there's still a twinge that something, someone great could be out there for me.
i guess us hopeless romantics can't give up the ghost that easily.
hmmmm
still can't find my bank card. my coworker we'll call him steve...he is irritating beyond belief. acts like i'm an idiotic 3 year old half the time.
and i have a headache probably from looking at this screen for so long.
oh, and i'm totally in love with Heathcliff...contemporary best sellers have nothing on literary classics!
i'm out...skyping it up with friends...then to bed for this tired mujer!
Men...i could write 3234 books on the subject. Most of them would most decidedly say that they suck. maybe a few would be much fairer to the brutes.
Who knows? i certainly don't. I've thought about giving up hope. I've tried the internet dating scene. i've also tried being just about every adjective out there for girls. nice, sweet, caring, cute, sexy, confident, smart, etc etc etc. nothing seems to work.
i'm not being anyone but me. but i've tried to be something i'm not. nothing works. so...i'd like to give up hope. but there's still a twinge that something, someone great could be out there for me.
i guess us hopeless romantics can't give up the ghost that easily.
hmmmm
still can't find my bank card. my coworker we'll call him steve...he is irritating beyond belief. acts like i'm an idiotic 3 year old half the time.
and i have a headache probably from looking at this screen for so long.
oh, and i'm totally in love with Heathcliff...contemporary best sellers have nothing on literary classics!
i'm out...skyping it up with friends...then to bed for this tired mujer!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Emotions:
I do not afford myself the luxury of feeling often. But when i do, it is with great and intense overwhelming emotion and solidarity of spirit that i cry, dream, laugh, and despair. Stoicism is a vacation for a feeling heart and emotions are pleasure trips, even in sorrow, for the frozen soul.
Ah to be frozen. It is a difficult thing to explain. It is nice to not feel care, neither for the world, nor its thoughts. But when you're frozen, it's very hard to feel a part of any group. It's hard to connect with the most basic of life forms.
Sometimes i long to be made of ice and stone, i can not be hurt by others. But then i realize i am only hurting myself more.
I want to reiterate that i do not give myself the luxury of emotions too often. It isn't healthy for me to do so.
anyways, i'm out...wow, what a short post tonight!
Ah to be frozen. It is a difficult thing to explain. It is nice to not feel care, neither for the world, nor its thoughts. But when you're frozen, it's very hard to feel a part of any group. It's hard to connect with the most basic of life forms.
Sometimes i long to be made of ice and stone, i can not be hurt by others. But then i realize i am only hurting myself more.
I want to reiterate that i do not give myself the luxury of emotions too often. It isn't healthy for me to do so.
anyways, i'm out...wow, what a short post tonight!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Shampoo and Conditioner...necessary evils, or are they?
I have always had what i considered to be healthy hair. When i lived with my parents, i washed it every other day and would wash it first with a clarifying shampoo, then with a regular shampoo. I used the clarifying on recommendation of my stylist, to help remove hard water build up (sounds icky, i know). I would use the second shampoo to help with its corresponding conditioner. Sounds pretty basic. I never had a problem with dandruff.
Upon moving out, my mother gave me mega sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner. They were clarifying from a brand i normally don't buy. But hey, beggars can't be choosers, and given the cost of hair care these days, i was in no position to disregard the freebies. I still wash my hair every other day. Problem is, using a clarifying shampoo without needing to removing hard water or styling products dries hair out. And causes mild dandruff, which unfortunately i now have.
A long time ago, i was reading the ingredients of my favorite, and now discontinued scent from Bath & Body (they have a way of getting you hooked on a smell and ending it before you can stock up for the Armegeddon), and in it was "extracts from cleansing papaya". Got me thinking.
If papaya is a natural cleanser (as are orange, lemon, and grapefruit), i wonder what it would do for my hair.
Fast forward to this week. I am going to buy a few obscure things to create my own "shampoo" which will need refridgerated. Things like honey and rose hips. I am not sure if the concoction i will be making will do any good, but hey, i have plenty of clarifying shampoo to rid my hair of any ill wanted effects.
the ingredients are:
papaya, grapefruit, orange, and lemon (the juice, and zest of all three citrus), honey, milk, and an egg. I'm going to blend that until it's liquid, then i'm going to add the rose hips...
Now...conditioner. my biggest issue with this stuff has always been that it weighs my hair down, and makes it way more oily than necessary, way too fast. I have found 1 conditioner i absolutely loved. Dove foaming conditioner. Unfortunately, not enough people bought it and they pulled it from the shelves. I called the Dove company to find out why i could no longer buy it. I actually called the 1-800 # for Dove as to why i couldn't find it anywhere. That is how much i loved that conditioner.
This being said, i'm going to make my own conditioner as well. I think i'm just going to use avocado, some olive oil, and some aloe vera (like, buying a plant, and chopping a piece of it up in my blender...). and again with rose and other flower petals. The oil in avocado should help condition without adding weight.
who knows what this will do to my hair. i'm going to try it on my next day off so i have some time to play around with the results.
Here's to options :D
Upon moving out, my mother gave me mega sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner. They were clarifying from a brand i normally don't buy. But hey, beggars can't be choosers, and given the cost of hair care these days, i was in no position to disregard the freebies. I still wash my hair every other day. Problem is, using a clarifying shampoo without needing to removing hard water or styling products dries hair out. And causes mild dandruff, which unfortunately i now have.
A long time ago, i was reading the ingredients of my favorite, and now discontinued scent from Bath & Body (they have a way of getting you hooked on a smell and ending it before you can stock up for the Armegeddon), and in it was "extracts from cleansing papaya". Got me thinking.
If papaya is a natural cleanser (as are orange, lemon, and grapefruit), i wonder what it would do for my hair.
Fast forward to this week. I am going to buy a few obscure things to create my own "shampoo" which will need refridgerated. Things like honey and rose hips. I am not sure if the concoction i will be making will do any good, but hey, i have plenty of clarifying shampoo to rid my hair of any ill wanted effects.
the ingredients are:
papaya, grapefruit, orange, and lemon (the juice, and zest of all three citrus), honey, milk, and an egg. I'm going to blend that until it's liquid, then i'm going to add the rose hips...
Now...conditioner. my biggest issue with this stuff has always been that it weighs my hair down, and makes it way more oily than necessary, way too fast. I have found 1 conditioner i absolutely loved. Dove foaming conditioner. Unfortunately, not enough people bought it and they pulled it from the shelves. I called the Dove company to find out why i could no longer buy it. I actually called the 1-800 # for Dove as to why i couldn't find it anywhere. That is how much i loved that conditioner.
This being said, i'm going to make my own conditioner as well. I think i'm just going to use avocado, some olive oil, and some aloe vera (like, buying a plant, and chopping a piece of it up in my blender...). and again with rose and other flower petals. The oil in avocado should help condition without adding weight.
who knows what this will do to my hair. i'm going to try it on my next day off so i have some time to play around with the results.
Here's to options :D
Monday, January 17, 2011
Books:
I will be reading a literary classic each month. I'm starting the year off with "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte.
here are a few more that i have chosen, but i know i need some suggestions to fill in the gaps.
-Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. Ok this one might not be considered a classic yet...but it's great!
-Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. This is my summer read and has been since i was in highschool. funny, it never seems to get old.
-The complete collection of books by Jane Austen. I may allow 2 months for this simply because I want to read everything she wrote. it might take a while to accomplish that lol.
I need suggestions people. I need 7 more books for my list. If i've read it before, i may not choose it because it's been read, or i may choose it because it's a personal favorite.
In other news:
something is up at work...i can't put my finger on what is going on, but i do know that this change in shift times is the start to something bad. Me and a colleague of mine have felt since around Halloween that something is going to happen, and that it's not going to be a good "something".
Personally, i feel that when the crap does hit the proverbial fan, it's gonna fly...
Have i mentioned i'm looking for another job? :)
Church is going well i do believe. Friends are ok i think. Men...we won't go there.
Any ways people, let me know what books i should read this year,
Thanks!
here are a few more that i have chosen, but i know i need some suggestions to fill in the gaps.
-Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. Ok this one might not be considered a classic yet...but it's great!
-Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. This is my summer read and has been since i was in highschool. funny, it never seems to get old.
-The complete collection of books by Jane Austen. I may allow 2 months for this simply because I want to read everything she wrote. it might take a while to accomplish that lol.
I need suggestions people. I need 7 more books for my list. If i've read it before, i may not choose it because it's been read, or i may choose it because it's a personal favorite.
In other news:
something is up at work...i can't put my finger on what is going on, but i do know that this change in shift times is the start to something bad. Me and a colleague of mine have felt since around Halloween that something is going to happen, and that it's not going to be a good "something".
Personally, i feel that when the crap does hit the proverbial fan, it's gonna fly...
Have i mentioned i'm looking for another job? :)
Church is going well i do believe. Friends are ok i think. Men...we won't go there.
Any ways people, let me know what books i should read this year,
Thanks!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Grrrrr.
i would assume this is natural and normal for any and all artists, no matter what form of art they create: my hands were not cooperating with me tonight. I am attempting to learn a song that my church choir has performed for Easter celebrations. It has beautiful accompaniment. I have the first page down pretty well, and almost committed to memory.
But my hands would not play nicely with each other and the piano. You readers out there might have an idea how irritating that can be, but coming from someone who has been inolved with music since i was 4, it is beyond frustrating.
I am not learning this music for anything other than my enjoyment. So i don't have a rush to get it memorized, but it wasn't even with that song. I could simply not play easy songs with guitar chords either.
Maybe it's because my hands were super cold. I don't know. i just know I didn't like the feeling of incapability i had when i sat there, trying to play simple stuff and failing at it.
Speaking of being entirely too cold...this weather needs to warm up or i will move south of the border and fast. lol.
Other than my piano related frustration...what can i say for this past week...
hmmmm
men are men. unfortunately it shouldn't excuse some of them their behavior but they will always get away with the way they act because, lo and behold...they're men.
some men are ok...the hurt they cause isn't really their fault.
i'm sort of moving out of that "needaman" phase. probably because of the first group of men i described lol.
anyways...i'm off here...skyping it up with some friends and then i'm off to bed. got to go pay bills before i go to work :(
But my hands would not play nicely with each other and the piano. You readers out there might have an idea how irritating that can be, but coming from someone who has been inolved with music since i was 4, it is beyond frustrating.
I am not learning this music for anything other than my enjoyment. So i don't have a rush to get it memorized, but it wasn't even with that song. I could simply not play easy songs with guitar chords either.
Maybe it's because my hands were super cold. I don't know. i just know I didn't like the feeling of incapability i had when i sat there, trying to play simple stuff and failing at it.
Speaking of being entirely too cold...this weather needs to warm up or i will move south of the border and fast. lol.
Other than my piano related frustration...what can i say for this past week...
hmmmm
men are men. unfortunately it shouldn't excuse some of them their behavior but they will always get away with the way they act because, lo and behold...they're men.
some men are ok...the hurt they cause isn't really their fault.
i'm sort of moving out of that "needaman" phase. probably because of the first group of men i described lol.
anyways...i'm off here...skyping it up with some friends and then i'm off to bed. got to go pay bills before i go to work :(
Saturday, January 15, 2011
bank card, pap-pap, dancing: guess what they have in common...
Normally, those three things wouldn't ever fit into the same sentence. Nor would these things: my seesters, Ale, my geo metro, and myself from like 8th grade.
So what do my bank card, my pap-pap, dancing, my seesters, Ale, my geo metro, Mexico, and the 8th grade version of myself have in common? I am missing them.
I have no clue where i've put my bank card. It is quite frustrating when you have no way of getting money for gas or food on the weekend. I think it is in my car. Buuuuutttttt, if any of you have seen my car lately, you would understand why i can't find it in there. It is absolutely awful.
I miss my geo metro. That was the best car. Period. Best on gas, best to drive, just the best.
Ale and Mexico are sort of in the same category, but not quite. I miss Ale, regardless of where she finds herself. We are sisters, her and I, and being separated for too long can be quite painful.
I miss Mexico because it is my home. I will always be at home in New Castle, because i was raised here, because my family is here, my friends are here. But i never feel truly at home anywhere other than Mexico.
I miss my pap-pap simply because he isn't here. I sometimes find myself at his grave, talking to myself, because all that is there is a bag of bones. He's in heaven, and i don't believe in actually talking to the dead. So i go sometimes to think out loud. I don't often do this, nor when i do, do i get things resolved. But it helps to think that i have said my thoughts, and someone actually listened. Of course i know that also happens through prayer, but idk, its just different. i wish he were here to see things happening. like Megan's and Matt's weddings, Mike and Sharr's kids, etc.
I miss my seesters for the simple fact that they are growing up and i am not there with them to be a part of their every day lives. That makes me sad, but it is a part of life i am afraid. It makes me cherish the time i do get with them, but i wish the time was more.
I miss dancing because it brings me pure joy. I know many of my church friends would not approve of dancing the tango or mambo, but the fact that i'm going to dance studios to do this and not clubs should be ok. I see no problem with dancing. I miss the effects it has on my body, on my mind. I lost a lot of weight doing nothing but dancing a few times a week. And all that physical stimulation helps oxygen flow to the brain, helping me think. I am very rusty and out of shape where dancing is concerned and that saddens me.
and lastly, I miss the 8th grade version of myself. I was madly in love with God, I had money from my summer job and no bills. I liked a guy who i think and will always believe, liked me back. I had my best friends to hang out with every weekend. The only part of that time in my life i don't miss is my parents' relationship. They fought a lot during that time. Other than that, my life was golden back then.
I'm glad i can look at these things i miss and appreciate them, not only when i'm missing them, but when they are near me (as in the case of my sisters).
I'm out :D
So what do my bank card, my pap-pap, dancing, my seesters, Ale, my geo metro, Mexico, and the 8th grade version of myself have in common? I am missing them.
I have no clue where i've put my bank card. It is quite frustrating when you have no way of getting money for gas or food on the weekend. I think it is in my car. Buuuuutttttt, if any of you have seen my car lately, you would understand why i can't find it in there. It is absolutely awful.
I miss my geo metro. That was the best car. Period. Best on gas, best to drive, just the best.
Ale and Mexico are sort of in the same category, but not quite. I miss Ale, regardless of where she finds herself. We are sisters, her and I, and being separated for too long can be quite painful.
I miss Mexico because it is my home. I will always be at home in New Castle, because i was raised here, because my family is here, my friends are here. But i never feel truly at home anywhere other than Mexico.
I miss my pap-pap simply because he isn't here. I sometimes find myself at his grave, talking to myself, because all that is there is a bag of bones. He's in heaven, and i don't believe in actually talking to the dead. So i go sometimes to think out loud. I don't often do this, nor when i do, do i get things resolved. But it helps to think that i have said my thoughts, and someone actually listened. Of course i know that also happens through prayer, but idk, its just different. i wish he were here to see things happening. like Megan's and Matt's weddings, Mike and Sharr's kids, etc.
I miss my seesters for the simple fact that they are growing up and i am not there with them to be a part of their every day lives. That makes me sad, but it is a part of life i am afraid. It makes me cherish the time i do get with them, but i wish the time was more.
I miss dancing because it brings me pure joy. I know many of my church friends would not approve of dancing the tango or mambo, but the fact that i'm going to dance studios to do this and not clubs should be ok. I see no problem with dancing. I miss the effects it has on my body, on my mind. I lost a lot of weight doing nothing but dancing a few times a week. And all that physical stimulation helps oxygen flow to the brain, helping me think. I am very rusty and out of shape where dancing is concerned and that saddens me.
and lastly, I miss the 8th grade version of myself. I was madly in love with God, I had money from my summer job and no bills. I liked a guy who i think and will always believe, liked me back. I had my best friends to hang out with every weekend. The only part of that time in my life i don't miss is my parents' relationship. They fought a lot during that time. Other than that, my life was golden back then.
I'm glad i can look at these things i miss and appreciate them, not only when i'm missing them, but when they are near me (as in the case of my sisters).
I'm out :D
Friday, January 14, 2011
oy vey loneliness is really a stupid feeling...i think i should strike it from my list of emotions.
i really hate when i wake up lonely. i wake up alone every day so being lonely shouldn't really bother me, but sometimes it does. it really and truly does. especially when i go to bed thinking about how a guy will be lucky to have me someday. but of course he wasn't there when i fell asleep so i don't know if i think he should be when i wake up, or what, but that feeling of, "crap, he's still not here" shouldn't be what i wake up to.
i'm not normally in a "needaman" phase so long. usually it's a day, maybe two. not a week. i am fully fulfilled in my life. i have a fantastic family, great friends, a job, and my own place. I can cook, try to keep a clean, as in spotless can eat off the floor, clean apartment, love to read, watch a football game, go out, stay in, dance, speak spanish, watch blue collar tv. honestly, i would think some guy would see that i'm pretty much down for anything. maybe i'm not looking in the right places...i have tried the 'net. that never gets any farther than the internet, or if it does, it's only a first date...never a second or third. i've checked out most of the single guys at the hospital. half of them happen to like men. kinda kills it...and i've looked at church. there's only one guy in my age group who is single, and as far as i am concerned, he will stay single for multiple good reasons. i'm not big into the bar scene. as in i just don't go to bars. maybe i should pick up a second job as a cashier or waitress so i can meet even more men. lol...probably won't happen.
so i will continue to say this to myself: you don't need a man, you don't need a man, you're strong, independant, and beautiful. you don't need a man.
i don't know that i really believe that. but oh well...
and me being educated and smart about the cognitive process will say that most of these feelings stem from the fact that many of those around me are in some sort of relationship. my sister is married, my cousin is getting married, my friends are married, or they're dating exclusively.
it's a darn good thing i'm outgoing. i have no problem going places by myself, like dancing or out to eat. but even then, it gets lonely. and while i'm friends with my friends' husbands, its not the same when you're the third or fifth wheel.
someday, some guy is going to realize that the adventure of his life isn't in the world somewhere, waiting to be conquered, but it's right here.
oh well...i'm out to get things accomplished (like paying my rent and electric bill lol).
as in the words of cinderella...
"a dream is a wish your heart makes, when it's fast asleep. in dreams you can lose your heartaches, whatever you wish for, you keep. have faith in your dreams and someday, your rainbow will come shining through. no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true."
words to live by...
i promise my next post won't be so full of self pity. promise promise promise.
i'm not normally in a "needaman" phase so long. usually it's a day, maybe two. not a week. i am fully fulfilled in my life. i have a fantastic family, great friends, a job, and my own place. I can cook, try to keep a clean, as in spotless can eat off the floor, clean apartment, love to read, watch a football game, go out, stay in, dance, speak spanish, watch blue collar tv. honestly, i would think some guy would see that i'm pretty much down for anything. maybe i'm not looking in the right places...i have tried the 'net. that never gets any farther than the internet, or if it does, it's only a first date...never a second or third. i've checked out most of the single guys at the hospital. half of them happen to like men. kinda kills it...and i've looked at church. there's only one guy in my age group who is single, and as far as i am concerned, he will stay single for multiple good reasons. i'm not big into the bar scene. as in i just don't go to bars. maybe i should pick up a second job as a cashier or waitress so i can meet even more men. lol...probably won't happen.
so i will continue to say this to myself: you don't need a man, you don't need a man, you're strong, independant, and beautiful. you don't need a man.
i don't know that i really believe that. but oh well...
and me being educated and smart about the cognitive process will say that most of these feelings stem from the fact that many of those around me are in some sort of relationship. my sister is married, my cousin is getting married, my friends are married, or they're dating exclusively.
it's a darn good thing i'm outgoing. i have no problem going places by myself, like dancing or out to eat. but even then, it gets lonely. and while i'm friends with my friends' husbands, its not the same when you're the third or fifth wheel.
someday, some guy is going to realize that the adventure of his life isn't in the world somewhere, waiting to be conquered, but it's right here.
oh well...i'm out to get things accomplished (like paying my rent and electric bill lol).
as in the words of cinderella...
"a dream is a wish your heart makes, when it's fast asleep. in dreams you can lose your heartaches, whatever you wish for, you keep. have faith in your dreams and someday, your rainbow will come shining through. no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true."
words to live by...
i promise my next post won't be so full of self pity. promise promise promise.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
work and other 4 letter words :(
work was AWFUL today. we did 25 + beds tonight.
let me explain: when i say we did "beds" that means discharges. When i started working afternoon turn a little over 2 years ago, an average night was anywhere between 10-15 beds. a busy night was about 18. Now, an average night is around 20 beds and busy is closer to if not more than, 30.
When we do these "beds" we have to empty the room of anything that was the discharged patient's. This includes but is not limited to: bedside commodes (which the aides are supposed to empty. sometimes they don't.), IV poles, feeding tube poles, leg machines, heating pads...and the list continues. We also take out the linens and garbage. Then we clean the bathroom, the furniture (nightstand, tray table, and chairs) and the bed. Then we make the bed, stock utensils, and mop.
try running to the trash chute 25+ times, with bags of trash, all this equipment, and then having to stop, leave all that at the door of the room with the chute so you can unlock the door. then pick it all back up again and dump all that stuff to run back to the room and clean like crazy.
it's exhausting. the worst part is that the daylight housekeepers say "25? why is that such a big deal?"
because there are only 2 of us on an afternoon shift. there are at least 5 times that many on daylight.
so yeah, work is a dirty 4 letter word.
so is snow: it's disgusting is what it is. hope it stops soon. otherwise i will probably throw up a whole lot...or run away to a tropical destination.
there are lot's of other 4 letter words. like hope, love, like, etc.
those can be good or bad...right now, i'm choosing bad lol :p
later gater's
another one is snow. what is up with all this white stuff?
let me explain: when i say we did "beds" that means discharges. When i started working afternoon turn a little over 2 years ago, an average night was anywhere between 10-15 beds. a busy night was about 18. Now, an average night is around 20 beds and busy is closer to if not more than, 30.
When we do these "beds" we have to empty the room of anything that was the discharged patient's. This includes but is not limited to: bedside commodes (which the aides are supposed to empty. sometimes they don't.), IV poles, feeding tube poles, leg machines, heating pads...and the list continues. We also take out the linens and garbage. Then we clean the bathroom, the furniture (nightstand, tray table, and chairs) and the bed. Then we make the bed, stock utensils, and mop.
try running to the trash chute 25+ times, with bags of trash, all this equipment, and then having to stop, leave all that at the door of the room with the chute so you can unlock the door. then pick it all back up again and dump all that stuff to run back to the room and clean like crazy.
it's exhausting. the worst part is that the daylight housekeepers say "25? why is that such a big deal?"
because there are only 2 of us on an afternoon shift. there are at least 5 times that many on daylight.
so yeah, work is a dirty 4 letter word.
so is snow: it's disgusting is what it is. hope it stops soon. otherwise i will probably throw up a whole lot...or run away to a tropical destination.
there are lot's of other 4 letter words. like hope, love, like, etc.
those can be good or bad...right now, i'm choosing bad lol :p
later gater's
another one is snow. what is up with all this white stuff?
Monday, January 10, 2011
tired. :(
I'm tired today. probably from not sleeping like a normal person and then working and thinking my cousin was staying a day earlier than planned...
i'm whooped. Physically i'm tired. mentally, i'm sleepy. emotionally, i'm exhausted. Yesterday (meaning sunday) spent me like none other.
it's all good now though. at least it will be soon. I don't know about any one else, but I need a vacation.
somewhere with a beach, a piña colada, and a cabana boy would be nice. although at this point i'd take 7 days holed up at home in my pj's eating pizza and ice cream all week.
well, i'll get to working on that vacation...let you know how it all pans out.
later
i'm whooped. Physically i'm tired. mentally, i'm sleepy. emotionally, i'm exhausted. Yesterday (meaning sunday) spent me like none other.
it's all good now though. at least it will be soon. I don't know about any one else, but I need a vacation.
somewhere with a beach, a piña colada, and a cabana boy would be nice. although at this point i'd take 7 days holed up at home in my pj's eating pizza and ice cream all week.
well, i'll get to working on that vacation...let you know how it all pans out.
later
Sunday, January 9, 2011
dot dot dot he loves me not. ok, love is a strong word. dot dot dot he likes me not. still pretty depressing i just want to add.
I'm pretty sure, that today was the worst day of 2011 so far. I am hoping that it won't get any worse.
why was it so bad? because of a 4 letter word called "hope". let me explain:
i had hope things would finally be different this time for me. I had hope that i could be enough. I had set my hopes high.
My hope failed me. things aren't really any different this time. I am not enough. My hopes fell hard.
anyway, listening to some good "hopeless romantic" music...(see "video" below).
That's right, as much as i would love to douse hope in kerosene and set it ablaze, i'm too much a romantic to do that. it's bruised, maybe a little broken, but still hanging on.
I have to believe that someday, somewhere, someone will say something to me similar to this song. I have to believe it...otherwise, i will be living a very old, lonely life.
why was it so bad? because of a 4 letter word called "hope". let me explain:
i had hope things would finally be different this time for me. I had hope that i could be enough. I had set my hopes high.
My hope failed me. things aren't really any different this time. I am not enough. My hopes fell hard.
anyway, listening to some good "hopeless romantic" music...(see "video" below).
That's right, as much as i would love to douse hope in kerosene and set it ablaze, i'm too much a romantic to do that. it's bruised, maybe a little broken, but still hanging on.
I have to believe that someday, somewhere, someone will say something to me similar to this song. I have to believe it...otherwise, i will be living a very old, lonely life.
a buffer from last nights post
i could delete the post i put up last night. i won't. i just want to say to the unknown masses that dont read this that i'm sorry. i usually have much better control over my emotions and don't usually allow that much self-pity to seep through. please forgive me.
this being said, i'm listening to "sad music". it's not my maroon5, but it will do. in about a half hour or so i am going to be really cleaning my house. my beloved cousin and his fiance will be staying with me for a few days. However, if i don't get my house cleaned i won't let them in. therefore cleaning is an absolute necessary. Then i've gotta go get a few things for them to eat. i'm used to not eating, but i'm pretty sure that would reflect negatively on my hostess skills.
again, i'm sorry for the emotional retarded outburst last night. i'm fine, i'll be fine, it's all going to be fine. at least that's the mantra i'm repeating to myself today.
till later
this being said, i'm listening to "sad music". it's not my maroon5, but it will do. in about a half hour or so i am going to be really cleaning my house. my beloved cousin and his fiance will be staying with me for a few days. However, if i don't get my house cleaned i won't let them in. therefore cleaning is an absolute necessary. Then i've gotta go get a few things for them to eat. i'm used to not eating, but i'm pretty sure that would reflect negatively on my hostess skills.
again, i'm sorry for the emotional retarded outburst last night. i'm fine, i'll be fine, it's all going to be fine. at least that's the mantra i'm repeating to myself today.
till later
Friday, January 7, 2011
men. :(
some men suck big time
some men rock a lot
and the ones that are worst of all are the ones that refuse to realize that things could really work out for them.
don't ask. i'm not telling. i just know that i'm not happy right now. i'm sad, and hurt, and wishing i were confused cuz then things would be easier. i could blame whatever it is i'm feeling on the "not knowing". sadly, that's not the case.
it's not every day you can have a real connection w/someone, someone you can talk to about anything. someone you've talked to about everything.
but to experience that and to hear that person say, "it's not gonna work out between us...i'd rather we just stay friends then try this thing out..."
it's simply devastating.
its excruciatingly frustrating.
it makes me want to cry and scream and then cry some more. or eat a pint of ice cream.
right now, i think i'll just go for the crying bit. (can't really scream w/o waking the neighbor).
so yeah...some men are great, but suck a bunch because they let you know how great they are and then take all that away from you.
sick thing is, i couldn't imagine life in any form without them. so if it kills me to remain friends and friends only, i will.
i'd rather some men just wake up and realize that it's a small world and distance is only as short or long as you let it be.
what do i know? i know that at the current rate of my life, i will end up an old maid. stuck in a job i despise, by myself. i won't end up the crazy cat lady simply because i won't have the patience for the cats. normally this doesn't bother me. tonight this bothers me a whole lot. things could be different. but i dont know how to make them different, make them work in my favor.
stupid stinking rotten men.
ugh.
some men rock a lot
and the ones that are worst of all are the ones that refuse to realize that things could really work out for them.
don't ask. i'm not telling. i just know that i'm not happy right now. i'm sad, and hurt, and wishing i were confused cuz then things would be easier. i could blame whatever it is i'm feeling on the "not knowing". sadly, that's not the case.
it's not every day you can have a real connection w/someone, someone you can talk to about anything. someone you've talked to about everything.
but to experience that and to hear that person say, "it's not gonna work out between us...i'd rather we just stay friends then try this thing out..."
it's simply devastating.
its excruciatingly frustrating.
it makes me want to cry and scream and then cry some more. or eat a pint of ice cream.
right now, i think i'll just go for the crying bit. (can't really scream w/o waking the neighbor).
so yeah...some men are great, but suck a bunch because they let you know how great they are and then take all that away from you.
sick thing is, i couldn't imagine life in any form without them. so if it kills me to remain friends and friends only, i will.
i'd rather some men just wake up and realize that it's a small world and distance is only as short or long as you let it be.
what do i know? i know that at the current rate of my life, i will end up an old maid. stuck in a job i despise, by myself. i won't end up the crazy cat lady simply because i won't have the patience for the cats. normally this doesn't bother me. tonight this bothers me a whole lot. things could be different. but i dont know how to make them different, make them work in my favor.
stupid stinking rotten men.
ugh.
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