Sleep is for the weak and four things to answer one question.

I slept like poo last night. I was in so much pain last night I could barely walk up the stairs. Then when I would finally fall asleep anytime I moved pain shot through my hip and legs that I would wake up. Then around 1:55 am I started coughing really bad... so much so that Tyler started to cuss in his sleep so I decided to go lay downstairs on the couch. Still could not sleep. Ugh... I am so flippin tired. I "woke up" looking like night of the living dead or a professional boxer. The circles under my eyes are so dark and puffy! Thanks God for makeup. Not too exciting I know but this is what you get when I have had no sleep. Sorry! I am so tired I don't even want to find a picture to add to this post... what will you do?

Well to make it somewhat more exciting I got another one of those answer these questions things... this one's twist is for every question you have to give four answers. Yippy skippy here we go:

A) 4 Jobs I have had:

1. Daycare employee - lots of fun playing with kids 1-4.

2. Tele-marketer - I actually enjoyed this job alot.

3. Movie theatre employee - Got to see lots of free movies.

4. Financial Aid Counselor - allows me to help lots of people.

B) 4 movies I can watch over and over:

1. Lost Boys - the best movie of all time, ok well at least I think so.

2. Queen of the Damned - So weird but the soundtrack to this movie turns me on!

3. Shrek - in the morning I'm makin waffles! Or No one says hell no I don't like no parfaits.

4. Princess Bride - Hello my name is Inego Montoya. You killed my father prepare to die.

C) 4 places I have lived:

1. Wichita, KS

2. Frankfurt, Germany

3. Killen, TX

4. Denver, CO

D) 4 TV shows that I watch:

1. The Office

2. Ghost Hunters aka TAPS

3. Hell's Kitchen - when it is on

4. Hannah Montana - I will admit it!

E) 4 places I have been: (Besides where I have lived):
1. Progresso, Mexico

2. Berlin, Germany - both before and after it was one city

3. Hugo, CO - my home away from home

4. Dallas, TX
F) 4 people who email me regularly:

1. Gals at work

2. My grandparents

3. My mother

4. People who want to sell me things aka SPAM!

G) 4 of my favorite foods:

1. Cheesecake - any flavor will do!

2. Chinese food - mmm love lo mien, chicken egg rolls, crab rangoon

3. Cheese dip from Carlos O Kelly's

4. Chicken without the bones... they creep me out and I can't eat it!
H) 4 more places I would like to see:

1. Anywhere in Australia

2. Anywhere in England

3. Anywhere in Scotland or Ireland

4. Anywhere in Alaska

I) Four things I am looking forward to next year:

1. Learning how to work on cars

2. Helping out more on the family ranch

3. Helping my parents set up a bakery in Hugo, CO

4. Getting to know me better!

A night of firsts.... and boy howdy was it fun!

Last night was a couple of firsts for me… but I am only going to share one with you all as the other is, well, quite frankly none of your business! Guess what the other first was! Well have you guessed yet? Sorry you guessed wrong… last night I learned to play beer pong! Surprisingly it was a lot of fun! Although the first round was a bit hard to chug down because I was playing with Crown and Dr Pepper, since I don’t like beer… mind you there was not a lot of Crown in them. But I found something out Crown and Dr Pepper is gross mixed together and taste like the brown tootsie pops. You know where they have the chocolate flavored candy on the outside and it doesn’t taste quite right because it is not really chocolate. Yeah… I was able to gulp down the first oh 7 glasses or so and after that they were hard to finish because of the taste. Besides that was more liquid than I normally drink in a day. So the second round I went with beer… although there was no faith that I could handle using two beers like you are supposed to fill the 10 glasses so only one was used. Oh well they were a lot easier to chug down than the Crown and Dr Pepper. But you know what… I had a blast! It would have been more fun with more people… although anyone on my team may or may not have been mad because I was not a good shot. Although I think I got both balls into one cup at one point. So yea me! Oh and how horrible is this… one of the balls bounced out of a cup right in front of me and I accidentally knocked it back into my cup… score for the other team! See this is why I don’t play sports; I would end up scoring for the other team, a lot. I am sad and pathetic but that was the most fun I have had ever… and the most I have ever had to drink in my life. I was told that I talked a lot last night and my cheeks were red so I was buzzed, wouldn’t really know since I have never drank that much. I kinda figured as long as what I was saying was nice and not sad and depressing stuff then I was still in control of what I was saying, so go me. Anyways I can’t wait to play it again… better believe it will be with beer… no more nasty brown tootsie pop alcohol for me.

And I want to share a scary on the money horoscope that I found. It was in the latest Tattoo Society Magazine (I think). They are horoscopes for the morally impaired by Madam Govina. Here is what it says for all the Libras in the house: “I know you like to get all “Pollyanna” this time of the year; feeding the homeless, donating to local charities, spaying and neutering all the feral cats in the neighborhood. It’s a lovely thought, really, but you might want to leave some of that to the professionals. Try not to blow your whole load. Save some of that cheery optimism for New Years. You’re going to need it.” How scary is that? I have at least 7 or 8 volunteer activities on my plate right now… don’t know if I am quite to the Pollyanna stage yet (which if you don’t know who Pollyanna is you are not watching enough Hallmark when they play the old movies) but I am still doing my best. Plus New Year’s Day is my anniversary and sadly I will need to save a bit of the cheery optimism (fake or real it makes no difference) for that day. Whoever Madam Govina is I want to meet her! I am sure she is more real than Ms. Cleo was… hey whatever happened to her. She was always on the TV doing her little Jamaican accent (and yes as I am typing the voice in my head is talking with that same accent) telling everyone she was there to guide them. Now nothing… actually you don’t see too many psychic commercials anymore. I guess all the text commercials took that over… why charge $1.99 a minute when you can charge $3.99 a text and a monthly fee of $9.99 and send 10 texts a day?

See my progression of random ideas mystery first, beer pong, horoscopes, psychics and text messages. Wow how can I follow that up? Oh I know this idea popped into my head while I was in the shower this morning. I always save the little fortune cookies fortunes if I like them. Like on my computer right now I have one taped up that says “the near future holds a gift of contentment” but I never know what to do with them. So I am going to tape them into my planner – got a really pretty new planner for 2008. The old one I had several sayings about God… so I am going to write them smaller and put them in the front cover and decorate the back cover with the fortunes… I know not really all that exciting but I never promised you that I would entertain you all the time! So you can re-read the beer pong section and be slightly entertained before you close the window down.

Tattoo who?

I am a weenie by nature when it comes to pain. Well some pain I guess... you know me I have to be weird with everything I do. So my weird thing when it comes to needles, you can take as much out of me as you want but putting stuff in me... no thank you! I have always wanted a tattoo but have never been brave/stupid enough to get one. Can't really think of anything that I want forever imprinted on my body; no where on my body looks good enough to slap a tattoo on it; what if I end up hating it years or even days from when I get one? I guess that is the thing about tattoos they forever remind you of the choices you have made in life... unless your superstar rich and want to go through even more pain to get it taken off of you.

Anyways sitting at work today and decided that I would try to play with an idea for a tattoo. A toad wearing a cowboy hat. Ok, so to most people this seems very silly and something that I probably would end up hating in a few years. But before you laugh at me... how many of you have some tribal tattoo gracing a body part? No seriously I think it would be a very fitting tattoo to get (as fitting as they go) my Papa calls me Toad. He is a cowboy... always kinda figured he was born in the wrong place on the timeline. Anyways I have always loved going out to the ranch and playing cowboy or cowgirl I guess. So why not? Other idea's that I have had in the past have come and gone... in high school I really wanted Iris's eye for absolutely no good reason; I have wanted my initials both before being married and after; I have wanted a heart with wings although my heart doesn't have any wings to it more like horns which actually was what I wanted on the heart; I have also wanted an orange Gerber daisy; I have wanted the words "Let it be" on the inside of my wrist - still kind of do. See I have thought about it more than just picking a flash off the wall but still I am chicken and just don't know. Anyways here are some pictures of my crude attempt to see what a toad wearing a cowboy hat would look like... I really like the one where he is peeking out of the plants which I thought could be orange daisies... See some of the ideas still carry through.

Anyhow this was my brilliant idea for today I guess... that is sad that this is brilliance! Oh well I think they are cute and if I had a better program than paint I would probably make one of these little guys my backdrop on my computer... but I don't so I won't. So there!

It's been a while... what's new with you?

Wow it has been a while since I last posted a blog. Not a lot has happened... Thanksgiving came and went... lots of yummy food and time with family; lots of naps or at least trying to take naps; dogs continuing to dig out of the yard; spending time with Tim and Copper... who peed on my feet, so not cool little dude(!); setting up my Christmas tree and wrapping presents... I think I am almost done shopping(!), I found a wine that I actually really like (Thank you Tim) it is called Evolution it is really good and well just trying to relax and enjoy myself in general. Yup that is a quick recap of my last week... nothing too exciting is that sad? Probably just a little. I think the most exciting part of my time off was getting peed on by a dog... made me see how quick my reflexes could be I guess... but still gross! And I had just been really nice to him and feed him pizza, guess I should have not finished the last bite. Oh and I drew on my jeans Sunday and guess what... I have black sharpie marker all over my thighs! Lol, guess the jeans were a little on the thin side.



Ok... I have an irrational fear of birds. I know, birds are tiny, birds are cute, birds can fly, birds can't hurt you.... who cares it is a phobia and I am afraid of them! Little or big, cute or scary it makes no difference! They all creep me out. If I am driving and a huge flock of birds fly overhead I seriously get freaked out and have this reflex to close my eyes, not the best reflex to have while driving. I don't remember having this fear until I was in well probably middle school. No one in the family remembers me being attacked by a bird or any reason why I should be afraid of them. The only thing I can attribute it to is one time at a vacation bible school I was helping this gal show these animals off to the little kids. I had a little bird that I was supposed to show off. Well the little bird decided to try to fly off of my finger... the only problem is the bird had clipped wings and so it slammed on the ground. All of a sudden I had like 10 people yelling at me for dropping this bird. Maybe somewhere in my subconscious my brain associates birds with loud noises and hateful words... who knows... all I know is now they freak me out! Everyone laughs at me for this irrational fear but I want to show you all what I see when I bird is near me.... maybe you won't laugh anymore! See they are scary little buggers! They will "eat you me!" (This is what I said the first time I saw a horse)


Tonight I get to drive about an hour away from home to do a presentation over the FAFSA! Yippy! To make matters worse - yes that's right worse than an hour long presentation over a government form - the government has not yet sent me next year's forms! So these poor parents will get to try to follow my presentation without a handout, how awful is that? Oh well I guess it gets me out of the house and out of the city. Not that I am sure my car can handle it... yesterday the RPMs geared up to like level 8 and then my car slammed really hard. It seriously felt like I had been rear-ended by someone. So I call my handy dandy car guy, again thank you Tim, and he delivers these scary words... "You know your little car has about had it right?" No-no-no I can't afford another car... besides I like my little go-cart. Oh well... maybe some miracle will happen and all of it's little quirks will go away. Well miracles do happen right?

You may never hear me say this again... Thank God it's Monday!

What a weekend! I keep waiting for something else to go wrong. Let's see Friday afternoon I got a call from Tim saying his step-mom was at the hospital having a seizure. So I gave his dog food and water then headed up to the hospital. Got there about 5:30pm and left around 1am or so. It was a scary. In order to get her calmed down where they could do a CAT scan they had to paralyze her and intubate her. But she is doing better now and is at least in a normal room so all of the family can visit her, unlike the Neural CCU that would only allow 2 people at a time.

Saturday my dogs ran away. They dug a hole under the back of the fence and who knows what they did once they were out. I was crying so hard I gave myself an asthma attack and I was throwing up alot. Ick! I drove around the neighborhood crying and calling out their names, went to the KS Humane Society and filed a missing dogs report, mom went to the pound up north and I was on my way home when I got a phone call from a guy who asked me if I had a little black dog. Yes I do!! Do you have a brown dog too? Yes, Yes! They were about a mile away from home trying to play with this guy's dog. He and his neighbor were sitting out front with them on leashes waiting for me to show up. When Penny saw me get out of the car she started to race towards me and pulled this large man up off his feet! The guy who called asked me to wait around so I could see his dog... ok you just found my dogs I will do whatever you want me to! He brings his dog out and she looks just like Salsa, just a little lighter! How neat is that? Anyways Salsa smelled like she had rolled around in horse poo... which is entirely possible if they went into Pawnee Prairie Park. So when we got home their punishment was getting a bath! Ha-Ha-Ha! And last night I went to Wal-mart and got a new if found please call tag for Salsa because hers was missing. They also both got new collars... Penny cause hers was really faded and Salsa because hers was soaking wet with something that smelled like horse pee... so I don't know if a horse peed on her or what. So now Penny has a flower collar and Salsa had a chili pepper collar!

Sunday was a day for relaxing. I slept in until about 10:30. Then I laid down to take a nap from about 1 until 3 or so. Such a sleepy kind of day! Oh I did work on Tim's car scrapbook a little so I guess it was a productive day... well just slightly productive.

Where has the time gone?

I can't believe I only have one more test to go in my undergraduate "career", where has the time gone? When I originally went to college - right out of high school - I was 17 and the next 3 1/2 years seemed to drag on before I was able to walk across the stage and be the proud owner of a piece of paper that says that I had earned a Bachelor of Science in Psychology with a minor in Sociology. (Yes I know I have a BS and I am full of BS!) See my picture? Ignore the double chin, back angle I am sure, and focus on all the pretty cords! The yellow one was for graduating with graduation honors (that's right good ole 2.38 GPA in high school got graduation honors in college) and the blue and white one is for Pi Gamma Mu the International Honor Society for Social Sciences. I should have had another blue and yellow one for Psi Chi the National Honor Society in Psychology but the professor did not get the paperwork done in time for me to have it at graduation. That is ok I will have it this time around and I guess it will replace the hood (yellow thing across my throat) that they have decided not to use for undergraduates anymore.

One week after that date it was Christmas, another week it was my wedding day and the third week after I graduated I started my job as a Financial Aid Counselor for the university I graduated from. Ever since then it seems like time has just flown by! After a year of working at the university I was eligible for a really generous tuition waiver program so I decided that I would go back to school. I really liked my sociology classes and the few criminal justice classes I took when I was working on my first degree. They were not only interesting but they seemed to all work together, in my world view, to explain the world we live in. Now I know that Psychologists hate Sociologist and vice versa but I see it as a combination of fields that should work together to figure out the problems we are facing. Think of it this way individuals make up society so psychology is important and then how those individuals interact with each other creates the societies that we are forced to live in and so sociology is important. Then I just enjoy criminal justice in all it's glory and gore.

Well I decided that because I already had a minor in sociology and I had taken so many criminal justice classes the first time around why not finish up two more degrees? Besides I only had another 36 credit hours to earn before I could get both... why not? So I took the leap and went back to classes in January of 2006... 5 semesters later I only have four more weeks until graduation! I can't believe it, what am I going to do with no classes to go to, no papers to write at the last minute, no tests to cram for and with more free nights every week? You might say relax but I don't know if I can do that? More than likely I will go back to school someday to go further in my education... but that will just make me decide what I want to be when I grow up and I don't know if I am ready to grow up anytime soon.

If anyone is interested in seeing me walk across the stage the graduation ceremony is on December 15th at 10am. The ceremony will be taking place at Central Community Church, 6100 W Maple.

I always knew that my dream car would be orange but not that it would be so pretty

Ok so I am a weird girl I know. But growing up I hung out with guys and have always had an interest in cars. Now don’t get me wrong, I know very little about them but they have always interested me. I know enough to be able to tell when two cars of the same make and model are sitting next to each other which is the older of the two. Some cars I can pick out by their body type. When people point at a car and say look it’s your car I can tell if it really is a Mercury Tracer or a Ford Escort, they both look really similar and were actually built in the same factory… I actually have a few parts that say Ford in my Mercury. I always am able to appreciate a classic car when it goes driving by. And, thank you, thank you, I can fill up my car’s oil, coolant, and windshield washer fluid. Baby, Baby isn’t that such a sexy thing for a girl to know how to do?

My freshman English class I spent more time talking to Jason the guy next to me about cars than reading whatever classic we were supposed to be reading. He would bring model cars to class with hydraulics in them and show them off to me. That was the best English class I have ever been in… also the first time I have ever called a teacher a bitch to their face too! (Is it weird that that teacher stopped me my junior year and told me I was always one of her favorite students? Don’t know where that came from) My sophomore year on I would hang out with my boyfriend, Nick, and his best friend, Chris, as they rebuilt this engine or that. I remember watching them rebuild an old Chevy Pick up truck’s engine… I remember they painted it a bright blue color. Now they were not so into telling me anything about what they were doing and would laugh when I asked anything. But that’s ok I still watched and kinda learned a few things. Chris actually has gone on to be an airplane mechanic in the Air Force, go him! My best friend is always working on some car… and he told me he was excited that I was watching him adjust the valves on his engine, that I was actually in front of the car and paying attention to what he was doing. I guess not too many girls have been that into his working on cars. Right now he is rebuilding the engine in his ’95 Chevy Impala/Caprice and I have been watching him work on for a few months now on and off. Granted I don’t know a lot of what is going on I am getting better about know what parts are what. And I have to admit I never realized that a mountain of parts could come off of an engine. I saw the one he bought to rebuild when it first came in and then one day I go over and it had shrunk and next to is was a huge pile of parts. More power to him that he remembers what parts go where because I would have been lost! And I have to admit it was a very cute sight to see when his adjustment on the valves turned out good and Hopeless (the car) sounded great. He looked up with the biggest smile I have ever seen him smile and whisper "Thank you!" I don't think he knows I caught that. Anyways off subject.

Anyways this post started because when I told him I enjoyed watching/trying to learn and maybe I would actually know something he laughed and told me one day I would be rebuilding my own. Yup that’s right. He has a lot of faith in me that I can rebuild my own car. Ever since I was little, like elementary school, I have always wanted my very own orange Volkswagen Bug. I can’t drive a stick but I still want the little car. Well he knows that and is trying to convince me that I will be able to rebuild my own bug. So I was looking around online today to just get some heads up info in case this actually comes to be and I found a couple of really neat websites and I about died… on a listing of VW Bugs for sale I saw the most beautiful car I have ever seen! It was amazing! It was a 1973 Super Beetle with only 18,900 miles on it. I would so love this car!!! It is the best color… orange! Originally too! This car comes with the original window sticker, owners manual, warranty card, original tires, no rust, the original wooden shift stick knob that was a factory special at the time… the most amazing car ever!!! All for only $17,750, I am telling you if I had that much money I would be the proud owner of my dream car! I can't tell you how much this brightened my day to see all the pictures... I was almost drooling on my keyboard looking at them all. If you want to know what car made me loose my mind you can look here: http://www.oldbug.com/horvathsuper.htm. If you don’t want to go into that much care here is a picture of the prettiest, most amazing car ever!

Anyways at some point my goal it to get down and dirty while building my dream car… because learning how to drive it has to come after you have it right? Maybe I should start with small goals and learn how to change my own oil. I had planned on having him teach me with the last change but he was stressed with lots of things going on at that time so I let good old Wally World change it for me. But the next time around I hope to change it myself. Wish me luck!