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gold-lined tooth
12.27.05 (1:25 pm)   [edit]
On the longest day ever, after breaking down a bit, a ghetto-looking guy sat next to me (on the bus), and broke some of my assumptions/stereotypes.  That's why I'm not even describing what he looked like- but he listened to some pop love songs ("I wanna know what love is" and "Turn around Bright-Eyes") that I swear he blasted on purpose, and between that and this other guy towering over me, it seemed like a crazy set-up, and it certainly improved my day.  It reminded me of good friends, and one of them trying to set the other person up.  I've wanted to do that with my friends before, but rarely have.
I watched Fargo for the first time, and mostly liked it.  I loved seeing Minneapolis, hearing Northern accents, some of the jokes, and the way people and relationships were portrayed.  I didn't like all the violence and swearing, even though it was based on a true story.  Blood and such doesn't sit as well with me as it used to.
I feel trapped.  In the next couple of days, I'll be moving our stuff to a new place, but Amber's still at home, her battery is dead and won't accept new life, and our new place is still up in the air, oh, and the only other person in our current place is someone's dad- and it feels weird to be living with a man, in a way.  We had dinner the other night, but other than that, I hide in my room or go to the library, 'cause it just feels weird.  At least there's a dog.  Animals sure emotionally help me. How can I help smiling at its enthusiasm and adorableness?
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How do you know when someone's hitting on you?
12.22.05 (1:30 pm)   [edit]
I've spent a good portion of this day in close proximity to someone who gave me their contact info in case I want a cup of coffee. Then I read about a high school teacher getting in trouble for having sex with a student. I know that's extreme, but going home, I feel young again, or at least like a college sophomore, and the guy was probably early thirties. It was pleasant talking with him, and making maybe another friend in the world, but the whole contact info thing seemed pretty bold to me (but it is nice to be pseudo-asked out!.) I try to be friendly to strangers, but I don't want to give away too much info! Which ties into what I was dealing with yesterday- how people find us. I have a Myspace account (just signed on to see friends, there is minimal info on me and two photos- not worth the time to check out), and yet I got invited to join by some random guy through my college account e-mail! Unless he's not random, and I really should remember him from somewhere. . . The only thing I can think of is that he got my address through a church info mass e-mail, and maybe there was some benefit to him if he got so many people to sign up? I don't know. It almost freaked me out as much as getting e-mails from random people to my Myspace account, except that I do have one friend who linked me as a friend. Where is privacy? I thought that with technology and social life, as a society, we've become more and more private, and removed from human contact, but I guess that contact just emerges in different ways!
I am 'home for the holidays,' or at least visiting my family in WI, so if you're around, let's hang out!
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spades
12.19.05 (1:55 pm)   [edit]

How do I deal?  I can't honestly say I've had a hard life, as comparisons to others' can easily show, but how have I dealt with the sorrows/tragedies that have come?  I'd say that I prefer to ignore it and have it go away, but I've never seen that really work.  As far as death goes, like with my dog (practically my sister) it was heart-wrenching at the time (in high school) but now doesn't hurt much.  Maybe 'cause it's not as real?  I think by detaching, it kind of makes reality easier, but is that healthy?  I don't know if I really work through things like I should, but I try- recognizing a life or time of life for what it was, being sad at the change or loss, but then moving on.

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the elusive C8
12.15.05 (10:05 am)   [edit]

This is a local bus, and if there was snow and ice present, it would be just like now.


The public transportation here is wonderful, and much cheaper than having a car!  For the cost of (6 months of) insurance alone, I could ride the bus all year!  And not have to pay for gas or oil changes or have those headlights glare at me at night!!  There is something very wonderful about driving, though.  It has a relaxing affect on me, that I remember helped me keep my insanity at bay during college.  It's also convenient if you have several bags or bulky furniture.  I actually only rode the bus for two days, but it was several hours of those days, both on the bus and waiting for one.  With limited internet time, though, I've had to be creative in finding the right bus and at the right time.  Some only run during rush hours.  I could go on, but for your sake:


In general, I think people cheer each other on.  At least with all of this job-searching, people have said encouraging things.  Maybe they didn't mean them?  While I'm sure parts of most of us cring a little when someone makes gobs of money, gets married, or is super-happy for some reason (out of jealousy or a little self-hate?) I think we all want others to be happy, have the basics, etc.  Do you agree?


One more thing about buses:  The other day, I nearly missed the first one, but ran out in front of it, and it stopped, even though it was past its designated spot, and it gave me flashbacks of jr high and the city bus and similar things happening then.  I understand mercy on kids, but adults, too?  It was pretty cool.  I felt blessed.

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shaken cocoa
12.13.05 (8:09 am)   [edit]

Has it been a week+, really?


Today I have two interviews- with a retail store :( and a bank :) .  The bank definitely sounds more ideal (Sundays off, daytime hours, dressing nice, nights off, benefits. . . but it may only offer part-time.  The retailer is rather pricey, so I don't especially want to spend my money that way, but I'm keeping my options open.


I also can't open Yahoo mail, but every other yahoo thing, and that's where my resume is so I'll try not to freak out.


Something interesting. . . :
For the past few days, I have done the most air-headed things, all around Amber, so I don't know how she can handle it all!  The one I'll mention is probably the most hilarious (at least we thought so).  Amber cooked dinner, so I was washing the dishes, putting all the clean ones on the counter.  Amber meanwhile was preparing hot chocolate.  I was 'drying' the dishes by shaking them, and thus shook dry cocoa mix all over the sink.  Amber laughed so hard she had to use her inhaler!!


I found a city I feel safe in, and that's most likely where I'll work and it's close to our potential new apartment.  Amber's almost completely healthy again. :)

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partied
12.05.05 (8:29 am)   [edit]
Normally, I feel uncomfortable at parties unless I know almost everyone- if it's loud, and intimidating.  This past weekend was different.  I knew Amber, the birthday girl, and my wanna-be friend.  I tried hard to smile and laugh a lot, and just enjoy all these people.  We played cards, 'Would You Rather?,' and watched a movie, and I had a blast!  I can't say that I learned anything in-depth about anyone, or vice-versa, but I felt comfortable, and would love to hang out with any one of them again.  I can't wait 'til we have an open-house!!  But I have no idea when that will be. . . The second interview for the Montessori school went well, but there were two other interviews today, so there's competition.  I'll find out by tomorrow morning whether I need to start from scratch again!  I'm not too nervous about it, but I really want to start working and feel useful and have our own place. . . In the meantime, I'm checking out some DVDs and books from the library to hold me over.  Snow is on its way!
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breezy basement
12.02.05 (1:39 pm)   [edit]

It is very windy here, and since wind is one of my favorite weather elements, hurray!!  The sun is also as bright as the California sun, at least it was today.  But there are basements!!


I went to the largest Sears ever- it stretched for miles, it seemed- wow!  I don't particularly like/love Sears, I just needed the restroom (shh) but I couldn't get over it, and it had a basement with kids clothes, photography, etc. down there!


My interviews both went well, but I'm leaning towards the Montessori school, because working in the church seems a little too easy/comfortable, minus the diapers, and the Montessori goes up to third grade. . . I have a second interview with them Monday.


And I've been listening to hyper/upbeat songs all day, if you can't tell.


Love you all!! :*

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apparent?
12.01.05 (10:12 am)   [edit]

Apparently, I can log-in now.  Now that I don't have anything to say. . .


the word 'apparently' actually got me in trouble the other day.  Amber and now Tammy, a church intern, are my only friends here, and I only see them maybe a few hours a day- the most is spent at the library or elsewhere in a strange town with strangers.  I thought at the least I could be friends with Amber's friends!  Until, after a long road trip, her friend, whom we'd hung out with only last week, said, "So, I hear you've moved here," to which I replied, "Apparently."  Not the cleverest or nicest response on my part, but in my defense, I was feeling defensive, like 'That's obvious, are you trying to put me in a corner?'  Now he doesn't try to talk with me, and I'd like to apologize and everything to be OK, but haven't had that chance, and feel rejected.  Hopefully it will all work out in the next few days.  I figure maybe I'm like a threat to him, because he'd never met any of Amber's friends outside of work before, and so he needs to see I'm rather harmless. . .

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