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Thursday, July 30, 2009
"Emotional Battlefield"
Where is the woman I used to know?
The woman that existed before the big blow?
She lives deep inside and yearns to escape
But emotional chains keep changing her shape
How does she achieve the quaint inner peace
When the workings of her head refuse to cease
She lays still in the night, heart racing in pain
While tears flood her eyes, and all hope has refrained
In the quiet of night, so much can be heard
The uncertainties knocking, voicing many harsh words
Yet still no answers from her God or herself
Just endless hours of fearful doubts
Her thoughts and fears remove all air
And breathing new life is harder to bare
Her chest remains tight, longing for release
But instead she is granted another painful piece...
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(more to come...)
Oh, and this is about a friend, not me of course! ;)
Thursday, June 25, 2009
What’s That You Say? Pay to Pee?: A Memoir
How was my first trip over the Atlantic Ocean, you ask? Well, I can sum the entire trip up in one word; fascinating. Fascinating in many ways. Lets start by explaining where my country of choice was and how that choice was made. Previous to this overseas vacation I had only been to Jamaica and a Southern Caribbean cruise, which felt as though they were the exact same trip. Both consisted of tropical foliage as far as the eye can see, crystal clear blue waters, friendly and shady locals selling tourists armfuls of handmade products, and taxi rides that will make ones fingernail sound like a perfect afternoon snack. Most people can think of a place they dream of going like; Italy, Spain, Alaska, Japan or maybe even the North Pole in hopes to see little elves making toys. Regardless of which country, state or city a person dreams of visiting, if given the opportunity to go anywhere they would most likely choose that dream destination.
Speaking of dream destinations you are probably curious of what my dream destination is, right? Well, it is Ireland. Where did I go for my first trip over the Atlantic? Amsterdam, a place I thought only readers of High Times went for their once-in-a-lifetime dream vacation, but apparently I was wrong. So, how did I end up on a plane headed to Amsterdam instead of Ireland? Well, lets just say I know a few of those High Times readers that thought Amsterdam would be the perfect honeymoon getaway, and to my surprise they wanted a few friends to join them. Within 24 hours my airline ticket, hotel, and Eurail train tickets were purchased and it was official; I was headed to Amsterdam and was completely unaware of what I had gotten myself into.
Departure Day. The alarm sounds, obnoxiously as I grunt under my breath to express a sign of displeasure from the screaming noise coming from the nightstand next to my ear. Still half asleep with barely one eye open and a bedroom only lit by the moon peering through cracks in the blinds, I turn off the alarm and sit on the edge of the bed. Now I begin rubbing my cheeks with both hands as fast as possible in hopes that my face will awake and the rest of my body will follow suit. The flight takes off around 6 a.m. which means arrival at the airport needed to be at approximately 4:30 a.m. In other words, the alarm went off entirely to early for a non-morning person, me. All packed and ready to go I am greeted by the honeymooners, my brother, two long-time friends (married), and my husband at the time. Off we go to begin our overseas adventure!
Arrival in New York. The adventure starts with a flight to New York City, then a six hour layover. Six hours in an airport? Not with this spontaneous group. A unanomous vote to leave the airport and tour the city was enacted, and off we went searching for a subway. No, not the sandwich shop as I am sure you are thinking, but a public transit system used in cities and countries with dense populations around the globe. As for Texans, we are not very familiar with this contraption, well besides what had been read in books or seen on television, or when the local news informed the city that a “plan” to add a rail system was in effect. Still have not seen this “rail” they speak of? So, back to the Subway. It was horrid! All seven of us pack in the subway car, and see very few passengers, the few consisted of a homeless person curled up on the bench covered in filth with no recollection of anything going on around them. There was a rancid stench that filled the air, a stench that made you forget you were riding a subway, and thought instead that you were riding in a dumpster with wheels. Then, thank God, the subway stopped and it is time for us to get off.
Times Square. Burr! February in New York City is nothing like February in Texas. From the subway station we make our way towards an intersection and as we do the breeze is becoming noticable stronger. As we cross the street the experience is much like walking through a blizzard. The wind blows on your face and feels as though it takes the flesh with it. It hurts to wrinkle your nose or move your fingers inside the gloves and you shiver while thinking, “How much more clothing do I need to put on to get some warmth around here?” Since time was limited we were only able to fit in the enjoyment of eating a gigantic slice of New York pizza at a family owned pizzeria, and browse some gift shops to buy typical tourist junk. After our short visit in Times Square we hop back onto the dumpster with wheels and head back to the airport for boarding to Amsterdam.
Seven Hour Flight. We all boarded the plane, found our seats and buckled ourselves in. The friendly stewardess at the front of the plane informs everyone that there will be movies played throughout the flight for anyone interested in viewing. Immediately following that information I begin to smile and I take a sigh of relief thinking, “Maybe seven hours is not that bad afterall.” The first movie did not begin until we had already been in the air for almost two hours and if that was not bad enough, it was a G rated cartoon movie, The Corpse Bride. I mean, how many children are flying to Amsterdam, really? It was a cute movie – the first time. Yes, I said “the first time”, they continued playing it the entire flight with small breaks in between to stare at a little plane flying across the globe, meant to be us, displaying how close we were to our destination. That’s it. That will make a dreaded seven hour flight seem like eternity. At the middle of the second round of The Corpse Bride we all decide that it is nap time, except for my brother and husband, they decide it is the perfect time to use the stewardess call button every five minutes asking, “Another beer please! Another Jack Daniels please!” This went on for the remainder of the flight, five of us sleeping and the other two having a private party until the airplane was completely sold out of the Jack Daniels.
Arrival in Amsterdam. Keep in mind Amsterdam is seven hours ahead of us, so when we arrive, it is 10 a.m. and my brother and husband have not slept a wink. All seven of us grab our luggage and proceed to the outside to locate a taxi or some type of transportation to our hotel. Inititally we see a tram but have to idea how it is used or how much it will cost to use. So, we start walking down the street with too much luggage, wheeling the luggage up and down curbs and over tram tracks in the freezing temperatures. My husband, who has a very short fuse, decides to drag the luggage as if it had done something wrong to him. As he drags it up onto another curb the bag attached by a strap to the top of the suitcase falls to the side and takes the entire suitcase onto its side. Which has now officially lit his fuse. That’s when he decides, “That it!” He flags down a taxi and all seven of us and our many pieces of luggage squeeze inside. We arrive at the hotel, check-in and go up to our rooms to unload. The room is beautiful. The bed was plush, there were gorgeous dark wood floors, contemporary furniture, and drapes that set a cozy tone for the room. The shower was different than I was use to, it was a tub with a showerhead but instead of two sliding glass shower doors it was just one glass covering only half of the tub, a little odd. Well enough about the room, it was barely used anyway. Next stop is the lobby to meet the rest of the crew. A decision had been made to walk to the Heinekin brewery for a few morning brewsky’s to get the vacation started.
What a deal! It was only 10 euros (about 12 dollars) for a tour, two beer tokens, and a souvenier. It’s a self-guided tour so we self-guided ourselves straight to the first bar to get a beer. Our entire group looks as though we had been up for days. Girls in no makeup, me in glasses and hair pulled back in a ponytail; guys, especially my brother and husband, looking similar to what a zombie looks like; hands stretched out in front of them moaning, “beer, beer, beer…” and stammering to the bar with the last of their energy supply. About 30 minutes later we arrive at the second bar, grab our next beer and take a seat at one of the cocktail tables to rest our tired bodies. At this point we lose a couple members of our crew due to pure exhaustion, but my husband was not one of them, if you can believe that. A tour group then enters the last bar. They all have matching t-shirts and appear to have chaperones watching their every move. To our delight they all toss their beer tokens on our table and walk off. We had at least 25-30 beer tokens, in other words 25-30 beers, staring us straight in the face while we frowned because we had no energy to take the free ride offer to the land of; Blitzed. To everyone’s surprise we surrendered the tokens to their keeper, the bartender. Where were we headed next? Bed.
Coffee Shop. Have you ever been to a coffee shop that did not serve coffee? Well I have. It is like going to eat at the Cracker Barrel and having them say they do not have any crackers to go with your soup. It is just wrong. So we enter into this non-coffee serving coffee shop, we walk down about three steps, duck our heads under the threshold and pull our heads back up to notice that we are in an old jail transformed into a bar. Each cell is missing the metal bar doors, and each cell has a table inside for us, the guests. On our right as we enter is a long bar displaying a marijuana menu listing the many different types of marijuana and the different prices for each one. If that was not strange enough, the bartender or maybe we could call him the weedtender, informed us that if we would like any of these leafy grains cooked into a dessert they would be more than happy to do that for us. What? You mean we can go to the bar and they will cook High Times brownies for us? Now this place starts to get interesting. I am not a smoker, of anything. I mean, I was young once and did some experimenting, but inducing a paranoia attack and removing all motivation from my body became very unappealing for some reason. I like having control over my brain, I know that is weird for some, but I like seeing the world through clear goggles not foggy ones. So, this is where my brother and the honeymooners buy their first Amsterdam marijuana and boy were they excited. You would think they were children on Christmas morning jumping up and down at the pile of gifts Santa left for them. Although I did not understand the excitement it sure was entertaining to witness. Personally, I would like to experience a trip like this with my head screwed on straight and really take it all in. View this adventure through clear goggles. At this point I’m feeling a little too square for a coffee shop or maybe Amsterdam all together. From the coffee shop we decide it is time to find our way to the Red Light District.
Red Light District. My brother is the most excited, well my husband might have been too, but he knew better than to say so. We start by walking down brick laid streets with canals running on all sides of each street. We pass by many shops that are closed, more coffee shops that smell like skunk, and various specialty shops selling mushrooms, peyote, various paraphernalia and more. After walking for at least 30 minutes we start to see the red lights. Everyone smiles, probably a nervous, how-do-you-act kind of smile since we are not familiar with the openess of stuff like this. Now, picture old brick buildings three to four stories tall, all joined together like one long building stretching all the way down the street. Each apartment has a window that stretches from floor to ceiling, and a girl barely clothed standing in plain view. It was strange. I guess window shopping in Amsterdam is quite different than the window shopping we do here in the States. Before arriving to the Red Light District I had pictured nasty women, like the ones portrayed in movies where their hair has a bad color job and their black roots are exposed at about six inches in length, lipstick bright red, stocking with holes in them and more. To my surprise these women were all gorgeous! I could not find one women that was unattractive in the slightest. Men are walking by whistling, screaming obsenities to them and staring. There were also men walking into these window (doors), with a curtain closure immediately following their entrance. There were many smiling faces walking out of each room. Not sure what they were smiling about? Okay, actually I did. At this point I decide Amsterdam is the real Las Vegas. Vegas is for beginners.
Using Public Restrooms. Have you ever seen the theatrical play; Urinetown? Well if not it is worth the money. I happened to see that play just a month or so before our trip overseas and within moments the play came to life. I needed to use the restroom so we decide to stop and eat at a Heinekin restaurant. This restaurant was full of thick clouds of cigarette smoke, so thick your vision was distorted. I immediately fled to the restroom, gasping for breath as the ash-like air moves down my esophagus and into my almost virgin lungs. As I was steadfast down a small hallway towards the womens restroom I am stopped by a lady sitting at a small table with an appetizer sized plate sitting in front of her. I direct my attention to her with a look of confusion on my face, and she says, “You pay here to use the bathroom.” I respond impulsly with, “Pay to pee?” only to have the lady respond with an up and down nod of her head, meaning yes, pay to pee. So I ask how much and she says that I can pay whatever I want. Can this place get any stranger? I have to pay, but I can pay whatever I want? That would never happen in the States. So I pull out the pile of coins in my pocket and hand her one, then realize I just handed her a euro, a whole dollar and twenty cents in American money! Since coins in the States are not as valuable, your touch and recognition are pre-wired to habitiually hand over a quarter, which mistakenly was much more than a quarter on my first attempt. Tip: either use your hotel restroom when possible or pay attention to which coins you are handing to the creepy lady in the hallway.
Securing Transportation. Amsterdam is not a large city so purchasing taxi rides or owning a car are a complete waste of money. With that said, this town is filled with thousands of bicyclists, and as a tourist you are usually always in their way. At first you get frustrated because no matter where you walk some bicycle cruises by using no breaks and just rings the bell on the handlebar to warn you that they are coming and you might get run over. Being that our group is so smart, we decide it is time to rent bicycles! So off we walk to the rental shop. The friendly store clerk explains how the rental works, the cost, and insurance then leads us out to our new two-wheeled, bright red, old fashioned style bikes. We hop on and I notice something strange. There are no breaks on the handlebars, only a bell. At that moment I realize that I have to retrain my brain and motor skills to remember to not squeeze the handles to break, but you push the pedals backwards like kids do on their bikes in the States. So we ride our bikes across the tram tracks, which was nerve wrecking since the space between the tracks was the perfect size for your tire to get stuck and you to fall to the ground in hurt and embarrassment. But I made it to the other side. We locked our bikes up to a tree in the center of the town square and went to eat. As we leave the restaurant to walk to our bikes it starts snowing everywhere, the ground is covered in moments. Then my hot tempered husband starts the griping. “Go figure, we finally rent bikes and it starts frickin’ snowing!” Actually, he said something similar to that but replacing many of the words with cuss words and even adding a few extra cuss words for effect. Then I calm the fire by saying, “Who cares, that is part of the adventure, hop on!” From that point on, the bikes were not only a transportation aid but were also a fun way to get around and experience Amsterdam as a bicyclist. At many points we were riding on the wrong side of the road and other fellow bicyclists were screaming for us to move to the other side while ringing their bells in anger. I was not fazed at all by their rudeness, I am a tourist for God’s sake! My brother on the other hand, stopped riding altogether. We turned around and he was nowhere to be found. Apparently he was tired of getting yelled at and decided to stop at a bar and have a drink to take a little pressure off. I guess I can check “biking in the snow” off of my “Never Done Before” list. Check!
Van Gogh Art Museum. I had never been to an art museum before, so I guess this is a good place to start; the Van Gogh Museum. We purchased our tickets and invested in headphones that explain the artwork to us in English; this is also a self-guided tour. There are endless paintings available for viewing. So we start at No. 1. Wow, how beautiful! Then No. 2. Wow, what a neat story behind this one! Then No. 3. Wow, beautiful! Then No. 4. Wow, what a neat story behind this one! Then…you get point. Although, there were approximately three to four paintings I absolutely loved, there were more than 100 that were just mediocre, something that was only made famous once he passed away, but probably would have stayed in an old attic for eternity if he were still alive. I was moving through the paintings faster than my husband which he was not thrilled about, so I was told, “You’re not even listening to the stories! Grrr…” so I slowed down and pretended to listen to the story of the painting I was standing in front of while staring out the corner of my eye at another painting I liked better and actually listening to that story instead. Ha! Tricked him! Needless to say, on that day standing for hours staring at the wall I realized art museums are not for me.
Anne Frank Museum. Now this museum was amazing. Mainly due to the emotional effect that it has on you. When you are standing in a house that was previously occupied by a Jewish family in hiding from the Nazi regime, you stand there completely humbled and can feel the presence of the sadness and fear this family experienced. One room has a row of glass boxes, each with a part of Anne’s diary where she describes in detail the horrifying reality of her life, but also writes of love and understanding. This was the most emotional part of the trip. I am not much of a history buff so if I was not taught it in school, or I was taught it but forgot, that would be the extent of my historical knowledge. Learning visually and emotionally has always worked better for me, and that is exactly what this museum did for me. It brought the stories of the Holocaust to life, I felt the pain, sadness, fear and love as if I was personally involved. I left the museum with a heart aching for the approximate 6 million Jews that experienced what Anne Frank and her family had gone through.
Leaving Our New Home. If I had to choose one country to move to permanently, Amsterdam would be my choice. Not for the drugs, prostitution or art museums, but for the relaxed atmosphere where racing across town to get somewhere on time, just to be late because traffic is backed up for five miles, is not an issue and everyone has a friendly demeanor, that is unless you are standing in a bicyclists way.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Quote of the Day!
"We have a choice. We can try to simply survive - clinging to the hope we will get to the end unscathed - or we can try to thrive, allowing the adventure to grow us in ways we could not have imagined when we began. Clearly, the objective of the adventure of our lives is not simply to survive, but to thrive in it and grow."
~Larry Wilson, from "Play to Win"
~Larry Wilson, from "Play to Win"
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
How-To Guide to: Getting from Sorrow to Joy!
First, in my defense, I am not writing this to offend anyone in regards to their religious beliefs, because I am also a struggling Christian, but I couldn't help but see a humorous side to the celebration of Passover when I was taught about it in last nights "Intro to Gospels" bible class.
So anyone easily offended, please stop here.
For everyone else that likes seeing humor in everything in life, as I do, please KEEP READING!
In the New Testament we learn about the Passover feast, why it was important, and what ritualistic acts took place during this celebration.
It is said (according to my professor) that Passover started with SORROW, and by the end would change the sorrow into JOY!
I thought, "Wow, that's a good dinner!...but how does it change your sorrow to joy?"
So let's try and answer that question by taking a closer look at the original routine of Passover:
1. A Benediction (Starting here with SORROW)
2. A cup of wine
3. Hands of the company are washed
4. Bitter herbs are dipped in sauce and then eaten
5. Lamb in brought to the table with other portions of the meal
6. Benediction again, and then the second eating of bitter herbs
7. Second cup of wine, with Q&A as they start to the feast
8. Singing of the first part of the Hellel (Psalms 113-114)
9. Master washes hands, makes sop by wrapping lamb with unleavened bread in bitter herbs and dipping sauce, for each one present
10. Each one eats as much as he likes, finishing with the pieces of lamb
11. Third cup of wine, after washing hands
12. Singing of the second part of the Hellel (Palms 115-118)
13. Lastly, the fourth cup of wine (Ended here with JOY)
Did you notice anything in this ritual that could lead to JOY?
Was it the washing of the hands?
Was it the first low carb lamb wrap with dipping sauce?
Was it the Q&A at the beginning of the meal?
Was it the fact that you got to eat as much as you wanted?
NO SIR-EE BOB!!
It was the FOUR CUPS OF WINE!!! Anyone, no matter what the circumstance, can go from SORROW to JOY after four cups of wine, LOL!! (steps 2, 7, 11, and 13 above)
So ladies and gents, if you are full of SORROW today please lift of your wine glasses and let's cheer to the JOY we're all about to feel after the four glasses of wine we're about to consume, and cheers to the joyful bliss we are about to receive, Amen!
~Love the 24/7 comedian! Sorry :(
So anyone easily offended, please stop here.
For everyone else that likes seeing humor in everything in life, as I do, please KEEP READING!
In the New Testament we learn about the Passover feast, why it was important, and what ritualistic acts took place during this celebration.
It is said (according to my professor) that Passover started with SORROW, and by the end would change the sorrow into JOY!
I thought, "Wow, that's a good dinner!...but how does it change your sorrow to joy?"
So let's try and answer that question by taking a closer look at the original routine of Passover:
1. A Benediction (Starting here with SORROW)
2. A cup of wine
3. Hands of the company are washed
4. Bitter herbs are dipped in sauce and then eaten
5. Lamb in brought to the table with other portions of the meal
6. Benediction again, and then the second eating of bitter herbs
7. Second cup of wine, with Q&A as they start to the feast
8. Singing of the first part of the Hellel (Psalms 113-114)
9. Master washes hands, makes sop by wrapping lamb with unleavened bread in bitter herbs and dipping sauce, for each one present
10. Each one eats as much as he likes, finishing with the pieces of lamb
11. Third cup of wine, after washing hands
12. Singing of the second part of the Hellel (Palms 115-118)
13. Lastly, the fourth cup of wine (Ended here with JOY)
Did you notice anything in this ritual that could lead to JOY?
Was it the washing of the hands?
Was it the first low carb lamb wrap with dipping sauce?
Was it the Q&A at the beginning of the meal?
Was it the fact that you got to eat as much as you wanted?
NO SIR-EE BOB!!
It was the FOUR CUPS OF WINE!!! Anyone, no matter what the circumstance, can go from SORROW to JOY after four cups of wine, LOL!! (steps 2, 7, 11, and 13 above)
So ladies and gents, if you are full of SORROW today please lift of your wine glasses and let's cheer to the JOY we're all about to feel after the four glasses of wine we're about to consume, and cheers to the joyful bliss we are about to receive, Amen!
~Love the 24/7 comedian! Sorry :(
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
"Wings of Freedom"
I lay at night on cold concrete,
Looking up at the moon,
In clothes and bare feet.
I'm praying my LORD
for peace and relief
Through all of my struggles
As they seem to repeat.
I trust and I fear
with all that I see.
But have hope for the future
You're planning for me.
I know that these struggles
Are building my wings
To fly away towards you
And become spiritually free!
Now I stand on my feet
Filled with love and belief
That you are guiding my flight
Towards Your divine dream!
Thank You!
Love Always,
Your Follower! (Tammy Scully)
Looking up at the moon,
In clothes and bare feet.
I'm praying my LORD
for peace and relief
Through all of my struggles
As they seem to repeat.
I trust and I fear
with all that I see.
But have hope for the future
You're planning for me.
I know that these struggles
Are building my wings
To fly away towards you
And become spiritually free!
Now I stand on my feet
Filled with love and belief
That you are guiding my flight
Towards Your divine dream!
Thank You!
Love Always,
Your Follower! (Tammy Scully)
Friday, February 27, 2009
Morning Person vs. Non-Morning Person
Let's start by defining these two personality categories;
Morning Person - any person who is generally more productive, efficient, and alert in the mornings (per Dictionary.com)
Non-Morning Person - the opposite of a morning person, but add an easily irritated demeanor, slow to think, and the need for quiet time to ease into the day (per Tammy Scully - there is no definition on record)
Another way these two people have been categorized is as an "owl" (nightowl) or "lark" (morning person). The owl likes to stay up late and sleep all day, and the lark tends to go to bed earlier and get up earlier.
So enough about the technical crap in regards to this topic - lets get down to business!
First I'd like to start by saying, I am NOT a morning person!
The best part of my days are usually the parts where I am peacefully asleep, chasing dreams, having adventures in those dreams, and am completely relaxed.
Then....BUZZZZZZZZZ, BEEP BEEP BEEP, BUZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!! frickin' ruins everything!! Since the alarms scares the ever-lovin' shit out of me, it simultaneously irritates the shit out of me! Then I lay there, and think about how I have absolutely no desire to lift my comfortable, relaxed body out of the cozy warm covers.
At that moment I decide I want 10 more minutes of chill-time (which sounds like a lot to a non-morning person), so I reset the alarm (I don't use the snooze feature), roll back over, now more comfortable than I was originally, and quickly crash out! This process may be repeated a number of times.
Each additional minute of sleep is a CRUCIAL part of a non-morning person's day. Two extra minutes of sleep to a larks means nothing, but means the world to an owl - this is usually where the morning person and non-morning person start to have complications:)
Example script below:
(lark): realizes the alarm went off and starts to wake up...
(owl): grunts under their breath as the alarm screams in their face
(lark): opens their eyes and lays silently
(owl): almost crashed out again
(lark): "I should get up!" - "hey are you getting up now?"
(owl): "No! I have 10 more minutes, no talking!"
(lark): "Dang!" thinking that was rude
(owl): "Sorry, just want to enjoy the last 10 minutes before I have to start this day"
(lark): "Shhhhh! No talking! (poking the bear, while snickering)
(owl): "I'm NOT talking!"
(lark): "Shhhhh! No talking! (poking the bear again, while snickering)
(owl): irritated because they just spent 3 of the 10 minutes talking about nothing while being
poked at:(
(lark): gets out of bed
(owl): lays there a minute longer convincing themselves to get up - then gets up
(lark): "So, what do you have to do today after work?"
(owl): "Urgghhh...I don't know! I don't even know what to wear yet, much less what I'm going to
do at 5pm today!"
(lark): gives a sad puppy dog face and leaves the set/scene
(owl): finishes getting ready, then heads off to work, then sends an "I'm sorry for being a bear"
text, and all is better:)
A few things to avoid when waking up around someone who is NOT a morning person:
1. NO conversation is GOOD conversation
2. NO questions - the brain isn't functioning enough to articulate answers
3. NO sarcasm/poking - this is an automatic irritation for obvious reasons;)
4. Know that being grumpy in the morning has nothing to do with you and it will be over soon
5. Know that you'll always get an apology an hour+ later. The last thing a non-morning person
wants to do is upset whomever is around them at the time
6. Quietly (no talking) and calmly snuggle up (if you want to snuggle, if not no worries)
7. Remind them the evening before to get everything in order before bed, the easier the morning
is, the better:)
8. Wait until at least lunch time to ask about what to eat for dinner - dinner has no importance until at least noon...or later! ;)
9. Basically just do as little as possible for at least the first hour - and you're sure to get a smile!
Last, but most importantly...
10. Don't Poke the Bear!!
BONUS POINTS: Awarded when you give them a nice calm back rub, while everything is still quiet. It eases them into the day by waking them up slowly and makes them feel good. Not sure if this is true for all owl's, but this is 100% true for me!!
So, what are you? An owl or a lark? A morning person or a non-morning person?
Please share!!
Morning Person - any person who is generally more productive, efficient, and alert in the mornings (per Dictionary.com)
Non-Morning Person - the opposite of a morning person, but add an easily irritated demeanor, slow to think, and the need for quiet time to ease into the day (per Tammy Scully - there is no definition on record)
Another way these two people have been categorized is as an "owl" (nightowl) or "lark" (morning person). The owl likes to stay up late and sleep all day, and the lark tends to go to bed earlier and get up earlier.
So enough about the technical crap in regards to this topic - lets get down to business!
First I'd like to start by saying, I am NOT a morning person!
The best part of my days are usually the parts where I am peacefully asleep, chasing dreams, having adventures in those dreams, and am completely relaxed.
Then....BUZZZZZZZZZ, BEEP BEEP BEEP, BUZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!! frickin' ruins everything!! Since the alarms scares the ever-lovin' shit out of me, it simultaneously irritates the shit out of me! Then I lay there, and think about how I have absolutely no desire to lift my comfortable, relaxed body out of the cozy warm covers.
At that moment I decide I want 10 more minutes of chill-time (which sounds like a lot to a non-morning person), so I reset the alarm (I don't use the snooze feature), roll back over, now more comfortable than I was originally, and quickly crash out! This process may be repeated a number of times.
Each additional minute of sleep is a CRUCIAL part of a non-morning person's day. Two extra minutes of sleep to a larks means nothing, but means the world to an owl - this is usually where the morning person and non-morning person start to have complications:)
Example script below:
(lark): realizes the alarm went off and starts to wake up...
(owl): grunts under their breath as the alarm screams in their face
(lark): opens their eyes and lays silently
(owl): almost crashed out again
(lark): "I should get up!" - "hey are you getting up now?"
(owl): "No! I have 10 more minutes, no talking!"
(lark): "Dang!" thinking that was rude
(owl): "Sorry, just want to enjoy the last 10 minutes before I have to start this day"
(lark): "Shhhhh! No talking! (poking the bear, while snickering)
(owl): "I'm NOT talking!"
(lark): "Shhhhh! No talking! (poking the bear again, while snickering)
(owl): irritated because they just spent 3 of the 10 minutes talking about nothing while being
poked at:(
(lark): gets out of bed
(owl): lays there a minute longer convincing themselves to get up - then gets up
(lark): "So, what do you have to do today after work?"
(owl): "Urgghhh...I don't know! I don't even know what to wear yet, much less what I'm going to
do at 5pm today!"
(lark): gives a sad puppy dog face and leaves the set/scene
(owl): finishes getting ready, then heads off to work, then sends an "I'm sorry for being a bear"
text, and all is better:)
A few things to avoid when waking up around someone who is NOT a morning person:
1. NO conversation is GOOD conversation
2. NO questions - the brain isn't functioning enough to articulate answers
3. NO sarcasm/poking - this is an automatic irritation for obvious reasons;)
4. Know that being grumpy in the morning has nothing to do with you and it will be over soon
5. Know that you'll always get an apology an hour+ later. The last thing a non-morning person
wants to do is upset whomever is around them at the time
6. Quietly (no talking) and calmly snuggle up (if you want to snuggle, if not no worries)
7. Remind them the evening before to get everything in order before bed, the easier the morning
is, the better:)
8. Wait until at least lunch time to ask about what to eat for dinner - dinner has no importance until at least noon...or later! ;)
9. Basically just do as little as possible for at least the first hour - and you're sure to get a smile!
Last, but most importantly...
10. Don't Poke the Bear!!
BONUS POINTS: Awarded when you give them a nice calm back rub, while everything is still quiet. It eases them into the day by waking them up slowly and makes them feel good. Not sure if this is true for all owl's, but this is 100% true for me!!
So, what are you? An owl or a lark? A morning person or a non-morning person?
Please share!!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Dream Dinner Party!!
If you could have any five people in the world (famous or not) to attend your dinner party who would you invite and why? Also, what would your dinner party look like? Glamorous, beer- BBQ - cutoff t-shirts style, etc...be creative!! This is your dream dinner party!!
Here's mine (Tammy):
Attendees:
1. Oprah Winfrey - because I would love to talk with her about the school she started in South Africa, Leadership Academy School for Girls. I have always dreamed of teaching, and would love the opportunity to start my own school for less fortunate children - to teach any traditional academics, but also life skills.
2. Dalai Lama - to ask him for his wisdom on manifesting a calm mind, body and spirit.
3. Dad (my Dad of course, not yours, well unless your my sibling, haha!)- because he is my strength and stability, and always has been! I am convinced that no one will ever stand on a higher pedestal, ever! Love you Dad!
4. Cameron Diaz - because she seems like she can let her hair down and be silly with me - I need a girl that will still be at the party once everyone has left and will dance all night long (like how she did in "The Holiday").
5. Johnny Depp - gotta have another cool guy for my Dad to hang out with - and so I have the opportunity to talk to my favorite "dark/creepy/talented" actor!! Every movie he's in is dark, strange, twisted, etc...basically, he's in many of the movies I LOVE!!
As for the setting of the dinner party, I would plan to have it glamorously-haunting!! So a lot of red velvet and black, fancy but unique glassware and dinnerware...no sterling sillver, more like brushed silver. Basically a place that anyone would feel glamorous in, even Edward Cullin (the Vampire from "Twilight") would feel right at home:)
Let's see what you've got!!
Here's mine (Tammy):
Attendees:
1. Oprah Winfrey - because I would love to talk with her about the school she started in South Africa, Leadership Academy School for Girls. I have always dreamed of teaching, and would love the opportunity to start my own school for less fortunate children - to teach any traditional academics, but also life skills.
2. Dalai Lama - to ask him for his wisdom on manifesting a calm mind, body and spirit.
3. Dad (my Dad of course, not yours, well unless your my sibling, haha!)- because he is my strength and stability, and always has been! I am convinced that no one will ever stand on a higher pedestal, ever! Love you Dad!
4. Cameron Diaz - because she seems like she can let her hair down and be silly with me - I need a girl that will still be at the party once everyone has left and will dance all night long (like how she did in "The Holiday").
5. Johnny Depp - gotta have another cool guy for my Dad to hang out with - and so I have the opportunity to talk to my favorite "dark/creepy/talented" actor!! Every movie he's in is dark, strange, twisted, etc...basically, he's in many of the movies I LOVE!!
As for the setting of the dinner party, I would plan to have it glamorously-haunting!! So a lot of red velvet and black, fancy but unique glassware and dinnerware...no sterling sillver, more like brushed silver. Basically a place that anyone would feel glamorous in, even Edward Cullin (the Vampire from "Twilight") would feel right at home:)
Let's see what you've got!!
My Current Theme Song!
Oh, I think the lady did protest too much
She wouldn't take the flower from my hand
She only saw the shadow of my circumstance
Perception can describe what makes a man
I didn't mean to interrupt your stride
But a rose was all I had to give
Sometimes beauty isn't recognised
When it contrasts with what you feel inside
Who's to say the darkened clouds must lead to rain
Who's to say the problems should just go away
Who's to point a finger at what's not understood
Because, we're all mad in our own wayColours paint the grey away
Different people all the same
Each reveals the meaning
We're all mad in our own way
Fill the sky with different shades
Read the story on each page
Each reveals the meaning
Each reveals the meaning
Sometimes I think I over analyse
As if I cant control the time and place
Life isn't something you try on for size
You can't love without the give and take
Who's to say the darkened clouds must lead to rain
Who's to say the problems should just go away
Who's to point a finger at what's not understood
Because, we're all mad in our own way
Colours paint the grey away
Different people all the same
Each reveals the meaning
We're all mad in our own way
Fill the sky with different shades
Read the story on each page
Each reveals the meaning
...as soon as I find the audio I'll have it linked above. What a great song!!
She wouldn't take the flower from my hand
She only saw the shadow of my circumstance
Perception can describe what makes a man
I didn't mean to interrupt your stride
But a rose was all I had to give
Sometimes beauty isn't recognised
When it contrasts with what you feel inside
Who's to say the darkened clouds must lead to rain
Who's to say the problems should just go away
Who's to point a finger at what's not understood
Because, we're all mad in our own wayColours paint the grey away
Different people all the same
Each reveals the meaning
We're all mad in our own way
Fill the sky with different shades
Read the story on each page
Each reveals the meaning
Each reveals the meaning
Sometimes I think I over analyse
As if I cant control the time and place
Life isn't something you try on for size
You can't love without the give and take
Who's to say the darkened clouds must lead to rain
Who's to say the problems should just go away
Who's to point a finger at what's not understood
Because, we're all mad in our own way
Colours paint the grey away
Different people all the same
Each reveals the meaning
We're all mad in our own way
Fill the sky with different shades
Read the story on each page
Each reveals the meaning
...as soon as I find the audio I'll have it linked above. What a great song!!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Meat of the Music
Do you ever listen to songs and notice that there is one particular statement that really tugs at your heart, soul and/or mind? Well I do. Here are some of my examples (of course these change as life changes)...
1. "Beauty in the Breakdown" (by Frou Frou)
2. "Find Another Place to Fall" (by KT Tunstall)
3. "See Yourself As a Fallen Angel" (by KT Tunstall)
4. "It's Just a Ride" (by JEM)
5. "She's the balance beam, and I keep falling all around her fairytale" (by Blue October)
6. "Let the rain of what I feel right now...come down, let the rain come down" (by Blue October)
7. "If it makes you happy it can't be that bad" (by Sheryl Crow...I know it's old-school but it
means something these days)
8. "...should I just keep chasing pavement, even if it leads no-where" (by Adele)
9. "You belong among the wildflowers, you belong in a boat out at sea...you belong somewhere
you feel free!" (by Tom Petty) My chosen funeral song...woohoo!! ;)
...and last but definitely NOT least!...
8. "OH HOT DAMN THIS IS MY JAM!" (by Flo Rida)
That's all this tired minds' got tonight...ENJOY!
1. "Beauty in the Breakdown" (by Frou Frou)
2. "Find Another Place to Fall" (by KT Tunstall)
3. "See Yourself As a Fallen Angel" (by KT Tunstall)
4. "It's Just a Ride" (by JEM)
5. "She's the balance beam, and I keep falling all around her fairytale" (by Blue October)
6. "Let the rain of what I feel right now...come down, let the rain come down" (by Blue October)
7. "If it makes you happy it can't be that bad" (by Sheryl Crow...I know it's old-school but it
means something these days)
8. "...should I just keep chasing pavement, even if it leads no-where" (by Adele)
9. "You belong among the wildflowers, you belong in a boat out at sea...you belong somewhere
you feel free!" (by Tom Petty) My chosen funeral song...woohoo!! ;)
...and last but definitely NOT least!...
8. "OH HOT DAMN THIS IS MY JAM!" (by Flo Rida)
That's all this tired minds' got tonight...ENJOY!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
"To A Beautiful Woman"
To a beautiful woman, that touched our hearts
It's easy to say, it's hard to part;
But in all the haze, we know she's safe
In the arms of heaven, where she will wait
For us to join her, in future years
To lift our glasses together and cheers
To all the wonderful times we've shared
And every time we knew she cared
For you and me, and all things living
Her children, grandchildren and Kelsey kitty!
Although her time here was short
Her time above is anything but.
You know she's watching us all below
Sending her blessings to all she knows!
Each time she passes through your thoughts
Remember the smiles and laughter she brought
To all our faces and our souls
Throughout the years and forever more!
WE LOVE YOU SUANNE!
~by Tammy for Suanne
It's easy to say, it's hard to part;
But in all the haze, we know she's safe
In the arms of heaven, where she will wait
For us to join her, in future years
To lift our glasses together and cheers
To all the wonderful times we've shared
And every time we knew she cared
For you and me, and all things living
Her children, grandchildren and Kelsey kitty!
Although her time here was short
Her time above is anything but.
You know she's watching us all below
Sending her blessings to all she knows!
Each time she passes through your thoughts
Remember the smiles and laughter she brought
To all our faces and our souls
Throughout the years and forever more!
WE LOVE YOU SUANNE!
~by Tammy for Suanne
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Kerrville Daily Times
NEW BRAUNFELS — Suanne Wooten Kuykendall, beloved daughter, mother, sister, grandmother and friend, passed away Tuesday, Dec. 30, 2008, in New Braunfels, Texas, at the age of 48.She was born in San Antonio, Texas, on July 6, 1960.
Suanne graduated from Center Point High School in May 1979. She is survived by her daughters, Kacie Mosmeyer and husband, Jeff, and their son, Blane, of New Braunfels, and Kelcie Wooten of College Station and son, Kyle Wooten of Aberdeen Proving Grounds, Md.; her parents, Sid and Rebecca Kuykendall of Kerrville, Texas; sister, Leanne Haley and husband, Clay, of Johnson City, Texas; sister, Dianne Kuykendall-Wade and her husband, James, of Rockport, Texas; brother, Dan Kuykendall and his wife, Kathi, of Hunt, Texas; and sister, Gyanne “Indian” Kuykendall of Kerrville; and numerous nieces and nephews.
Suanne continued her education by earning a real estate license and worked in that industry for many years. She was just beginning a new career in insurance. Although she moved from Kerrville several years ago, she still considered Kerrville home.
Suanne was a cheerleader her entire high school career and chosen homecoming queen and football sweetheart the same year during high school. She loved life and lived cheering everyone else on. Suanne enjoyed being a grandmother to Blane, and he loved his “Glammy.”
Visitation was from 5 to 7 p.m. Friday, Jan. 2, 2009, at Kerrville Funeral Home. Funeral services will be held at 1 p.m. Saturday, Jan. 3, 2009, at Kerrville Funeral Home.Memorial donations may be made to K’Star of Kerrville or the American Diabetes Association.The family invites you to leave a message or memory at www.kerrvillefuneralhome.com by selecting Obituaries. Select “Sign Guestbook” at the bottom of the individual memorial.Arrangements are under the direction and personal care of Kerrville Funeral Home.
Published January 3, 2009
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Quotes from Dr. Smith (Business Professor)
I'm currently taking a boring International Business course, and the only way I survive is by surfing the net on my laptop, blogging during class (like right now), and checking FaceBook (of course).
Although the boredom level is extremely high - every so often Dr. Smith throws in some interesting comments, non-international business related, that I've really enjoyed.
Some quotes include;
"Your natural gifts energize you!"
This meant something because I feel like I desire a career that works with my passions, and even though I haven't quite achieved that point, I strive daily to get there. I found that quote motivating since it reminded me of my goal - to eventually be doing something I LOVE!
"All things are either coming to you or receding away from you."
After hearing this, I thought, "what a simple way to understand the events and obstacles of life"! Think about it - you could categorize your entire life into "coming" or "going" - WOW, that's pretty simple!
"The lightest light and the darkest dark come together at the center of the picture, ALWAYS!"
Dr. Smith was talking about how he paints and how artists see things differently, then he said the above statement. I took that statement, pondered it in my head, reworked it to form a type of analogy, and here's what I came up with;
In the darkest moments of your life (aka - where it feels like the "end"), it may actually be the beginning of the lighter part of your life (aka - the "new beginning").
Maybe your darkest moments bring about the most light!
So...
If the point where the darkest dark meets the lightest light creates the focal point on a painting, then maybe we could say that the most focused part of your life, is where the dark presents itself as a sign that the light is about to begin. A sign that things in your life are about to become clearer than you've ever seen!
So, next time you feel the darkest moments overcoming you - just remember the light is right around the corner, and it'll most likely be brighter than it's ever been!
BOOYAH!!- how's that for gettin' deep?? HAHA!
Sincerely,
~The Dark One (who's seeing a glimpse of light!)
Although the boredom level is extremely high - every so often Dr. Smith throws in some interesting comments, non-international business related, that I've really enjoyed.
Some quotes include;
"Your natural gifts energize you!"
This meant something because I feel like I desire a career that works with my passions, and even though I haven't quite achieved that point, I strive daily to get there. I found that quote motivating since it reminded me of my goal - to eventually be doing something I LOVE!
"All things are either coming to you or receding away from you."
After hearing this, I thought, "what a simple way to understand the events and obstacles of life"! Think about it - you could categorize your entire life into "coming" or "going" - WOW, that's pretty simple!
"The lightest light and the darkest dark come together at the center of the picture, ALWAYS!"
Dr. Smith was talking about how he paints and how artists see things differently, then he said the above statement. I took that statement, pondered it in my head, reworked it to form a type of analogy, and here's what I came up with;
In the darkest moments of your life (aka - where it feels like the "end"), it may actually be the beginning of the lighter part of your life (aka - the "new beginning").
Maybe your darkest moments bring about the most light!
So...
If the point where the darkest dark meets the lightest light creates the focal point on a painting, then maybe we could say that the most focused part of your life, is where the dark presents itself as a sign that the light is about to begin. A sign that things in your life are about to become clearer than you've ever seen!
So, next time you feel the darkest moments overcoming you - just remember the light is right around the corner, and it'll most likely be brighter than it's ever been!
BOOYAH!!- how's that for gettin' deep?? HAHA!
Sincerely,
~The Dark One (who's seeing a glimpse of light!)
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Like A Watermelon
This world is made up of so many personalities.
From aggressive to passive, arrogant to diffident, happy to depressed, optomist to pessimist, selfish to unselfish, active to lazy - the list goes on and on...
Have you ever thought of yourself or someone you know as a watermelon personality?
Watermelons are very firm on the outside, they don't get damaged easily, and the outer layer is fairly successful at protecting all things important on the inside, all the soft, sweet, vulnerable innards of their being.
Have you noticed that when you go to cut into the watermelon it usually takes quite a bit of effort to make the first cut, but once you're through the outer layer, the inside is completely soft?
These watermelon personalities are tough people, can get things done, and don't let small issues get in the way. They are strong a lot the time, but are still human, and still feel. The problem with these personalities is how they go from strong to completely soft in just a single uncomfortable touch (the "knife"). Of course they recover fairly quickly on the outside, but the "knife" has left remnants of it's damage, and that damage lingers.
Of course I don't know any watermelon personalities...but I thought it would get you all thinking (wink wink).
Pretty random, I know...but WHO CARES!! Take it or leave, don't really care;)
Happy Tuesday!
Ms. Watermelon:)
From aggressive to passive, arrogant to diffident, happy to depressed, optomist to pessimist, selfish to unselfish, active to lazy - the list goes on and on...
Have you ever thought of yourself or someone you know as a watermelon personality?
Watermelons are very firm on the outside, they don't get damaged easily, and the outer layer is fairly successful at protecting all things important on the inside, all the soft, sweet, vulnerable innards of their being.
Have you noticed that when you go to cut into the watermelon it usually takes quite a bit of effort to make the first cut, but once you're through the outer layer, the inside is completely soft?
These watermelon personalities are tough people, can get things done, and don't let small issues get in the way. They are strong a lot the time, but are still human, and still feel. The problem with these personalities is how they go from strong to completely soft in just a single uncomfortable touch (the "knife"). Of course they recover fairly quickly on the outside, but the "knife" has left remnants of it's damage, and that damage lingers.
Of course I don't know any watermelon personalities...but I thought it would get you all thinking (wink wink).
Pretty random, I know...but WHO CARES!! Take it or leave, don't really care;)
Happy Tuesday!
Ms. Watermelon:)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Strange Memories As a Child
Have you ever thought back to moments as a child that seemed normal to you because you were so naive to the world? Well I had quite a few things that I didn't realize for strange until I'd tell someone and they'd give me that "squinty-low-browed-your-strange" look. So here are a few of my stranger childhood memories, which by the way I still think are TOTALLY NORMAL!
1. Getting a Ouija Board for Christmas from Grandma Scully
2. Cleaning the inside of the toilet with a wet rag (didn't know toilet brushes existed)
3. Taking the Twister game mat and putting water all over it in the basement to use as a slip n slide!
4. Sharing my entire 5 year old Winnie-the-Pooh birthday cake with my best friend Ceaser, the bull mastiff (dog). Let's just say Ceaser was a little "loose" after all that cake, HAHA!!
5. Walking to school in the blistering cold wearing the ugliest Napolean Dynamite boots (moon boots) that you've ever seen. Not only that but the boots didn't even work correctly so we had to wrap our feet in grocery bags then put them into the boots. Needless to say, friends were scarce in those days.
6. (sign of being young and stupid) My dad always sat in this brown wicker rocking chair, and I would stand on the side of it, with my feet on the curved rocking piece of the wood, then hold on to the arm of the chair while he rocked I would ride, and pretty regularly at least one foot would slip off and my toes were get crushed. I guess that shows how much I loved my Dad, I'd go through regular pain just to hang out next to him...awww!
7. My sister and I creating a game called "STINKY SOCK"! Oh MAN, this game was the best! We shared a room and had bed conjoined in the corner by a desk/table of sorts. One of us would grab a stinky/dirty sock and run over to the other ones bed and try to touch them with it...all the while the one getting attacked by this infamous sock is covered by their blanket, and trying to make sure there are no holes exposed where the stinky sock could enter. Once they were touched with the sock, it would be their turn to get REVENGE!! haha!
8. My sister and I climbing a tree. I let her climb up first (she's in a dress with tights, mind you) and I follow behind. Then she decides she has to pee REALLY bad, and so as I'm racing down the tree in hopes that I won't get pee'd on - there it goes - pee trickling down her tights...HAHA! Love you sis!
...more to come...
Any strange stories you'd like to share?
1. Getting a Ouija Board for Christmas from Grandma Scully
2. Cleaning the inside of the toilet with a wet rag (didn't know toilet brushes existed)
3. Taking the Twister game mat and putting water all over it in the basement to use as a slip n slide!
4. Sharing my entire 5 year old Winnie-the-Pooh birthday cake with my best friend Ceaser, the bull mastiff (dog). Let's just say Ceaser was a little "loose" after all that cake, HAHA!!
5. Walking to school in the blistering cold wearing the ugliest Napolean Dynamite boots (moon boots) that you've ever seen. Not only that but the boots didn't even work correctly so we had to wrap our feet in grocery bags then put them into the boots. Needless to say, friends were scarce in those days.
6. (sign of being young and stupid) My dad always sat in this brown wicker rocking chair, and I would stand on the side of it, with my feet on the curved rocking piece of the wood, then hold on to the arm of the chair while he rocked I would ride, and pretty regularly at least one foot would slip off and my toes were get crushed. I guess that shows how much I loved my Dad, I'd go through regular pain just to hang out next to him...awww!
7. My sister and I creating a game called "STINKY SOCK"! Oh MAN, this game was the best! We shared a room and had bed conjoined in the corner by a desk/table of sorts. One of us would grab a stinky/dirty sock and run over to the other ones bed and try to touch them with it...all the while the one getting attacked by this infamous sock is covered by their blanket, and trying to make sure there are no holes exposed where the stinky sock could enter. Once they were touched with the sock, it would be their turn to get REVENGE!! haha!
8. My sister and I climbing a tree. I let her climb up first (she's in a dress with tights, mind you) and I follow behind. Then she decides she has to pee REALLY bad, and so as I'm racing down the tree in hopes that I won't get pee'd on - there it goes - pee trickling down her tights...HAHA! Love you sis!
...more to come...
Any strange stories you'd like to share?
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Craigslist Junkie!
Have you heard of Craigslist? If not, you are WAY behind the times;)
I have DEFINITELY heard of Craigslist, I have been a Craigslist Junkie for about 5 years now. You're probably wondering what differentiates you from being a casual Craigslist customer, to a junkie - well here's how!
Craigslist Junkies...
1. Barely go a day without visiting the site for SOMETHING
2. Most of the time they go to the site with nothing particular in mind to look for, they just need their daily dose;)
3. Have found many jobs and been given job offers (my last 3 jobs were found this way - all good jobs too: Marketing Data Administrator, Implementation Specialist, and a Sales Tax Associate)
4. Gotten parts in movies/shows/modeling (like being and extra on Friday Night Lights, being in an indie horror movie...)
5. Looked for jobs overseas in Amsterdam, haha!! (I'm a dreamer, I know!)
6. Purchased all sort of things
7. Sold all sorts of things
8. Gotten free stuff like Christmas decorations, halloween costumes, moving boxes...
9. Forwarded sooooo many ads to friends and family that they've lost count! Sorry friends;)
...AND FINALLY...
10. Wishes they had a wife-beater with rhineston lettering across the front reading "Craigslist Junkie"
So...have you Craigslist-ed today?????
Sincerely,
~Craigslist Junkie!
I have DEFINITELY heard of Craigslist, I have been a Craigslist Junkie for about 5 years now. You're probably wondering what differentiates you from being a casual Craigslist customer, to a junkie - well here's how!
Craigslist Junkies...
1. Barely go a day without visiting the site for SOMETHING
2. Most of the time they go to the site with nothing particular in mind to look for, they just need their daily dose;)
3. Have found many jobs and been given job offers (my last 3 jobs were found this way - all good jobs too: Marketing Data Administrator, Implementation Specialist, and a Sales Tax Associate)
4. Gotten parts in movies/shows/modeling (like being and extra on Friday Night Lights, being in an indie horror movie...)
5. Looked for jobs overseas in Amsterdam, haha!! (I'm a dreamer, I know!)
6. Purchased all sort of things
7. Sold all sorts of things
8. Gotten free stuff like Christmas decorations, halloween costumes, moving boxes...
9. Forwarded sooooo many ads to friends and family that they've lost count! Sorry friends;)
...AND FINALLY...
10. Wishes they had a wife-beater with rhineston lettering across the front reading "Craigslist Junkie"
So...have you Craigslist-ed today?????
Sincerely,
~Craigslist Junkie!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
OVER IT!
Have you ever used the expression "over it" when you're talking? It sort of works like a cuss word, you can squeeze it into many conversations!
For example;
1. Homework, urghhh! OVER IT!
2. Getting up early! OVER IT!
3. Excuse me, what did you say to me? OVER IT!
4. You're a mess! So what! OVER IT!
5. Damn, I'm full! OVER IT!
6. Frickin' traffic! OVER IT!
7. Damn, I forgot to shave, screw it! OVER IT!
8. I'm exhausted! OVER IT!
9. It's HOT! OVER IT!
10. It's COLD! OVER IT!
11. This radio station plays the same crap over and over! OVER IT!
12. Oh, that's your opinion, huh? OVER IT!
13. Creditors! OVER IT!
14. Rat Race...OVER IT!
15. Political Debates...OVER IT!
16. Obama...OVER IT!
17. Being broke. OVER IT!
18. Having a cell phone. OVER IT! (except for texts)
19. Analyzing. OVER IT!
20. Breathing dirt up my nose at ACL for an entire weekend. OVER IT!
Got any to add? Go for it! I'm sure you're OVER something.
Peace Out Peeps!
For example;
1. Homework, urghhh! OVER IT!
2. Getting up early! OVER IT!
3. Excuse me, what did you say to me? OVER IT!
4. You're a mess! So what! OVER IT!
5. Damn, I'm full! OVER IT!
6. Frickin' traffic! OVER IT!
7. Damn, I forgot to shave, screw it! OVER IT!
8. I'm exhausted! OVER IT!
9. It's HOT! OVER IT!
10. It's COLD! OVER IT!
11. This radio station plays the same crap over and over! OVER IT!
12. Oh, that's your opinion, huh? OVER IT!
13. Creditors! OVER IT!
14. Rat Race...OVER IT!
15. Political Debates...OVER IT!
16. Obama...OVER IT!
17. Being broke. OVER IT!
18. Having a cell phone. OVER IT! (except for texts)
19. Analyzing. OVER IT!
20. Breathing dirt up my nose at ACL for an entire weekend. OVER IT!
Got any to add? Go for it! I'm sure you're OVER something.
Peace Out Peeps!
Monday, October 6, 2008
"FALLEN ANGEL"
I'm just a woman who desires and dreams
Pursuing that peace - so wonderful it seems
Moving through days, living in visions
Of what life could be like, if pursued as a mission
With a heart weighed heavy, and a mind spinning freely
This soul needs rebuilding, which in no way is easy!
There's wonder of a life, driven by destiny
In a moment of solitude, with just me.
When torn between heart and societal views
It's hard to choose the "right" thing to do
They say follow your heart and follow your mind
Which deems impossible when you're in this bind
There's logic and reason, enemies for certain
Battling for truth, behind the minds curtain
Will it be seen as failure or success?
I may never know, wow what a test!
~Tammy Scully
Pursuing that peace - so wonderful it seems
Moving through days, living in visions
Of what life could be like, if pursued as a mission
With a heart weighed heavy, and a mind spinning freely
This soul needs rebuilding, which in no way is easy!
There's wonder of a life, driven by destiny
In a moment of solitude, with just me.
When torn between heart and societal views
It's hard to choose the "right" thing to do
They say follow your heart and follow your mind
Which deems impossible when you're in this bind
There's logic and reason, enemies for certain
Battling for truth, behind the minds curtain
Will it be seen as failure or success?
I may never know, wow what a test!
~Tammy Scully
Friday, October 3, 2008
Happy Birthday Dad! - October 5th, 2008!
I, again found the perfect card for my Dad, and it crossed my mind that I buy so many cards in a lifetime but once I send them off I forget what exactly they said inside (you know it was good - but can't remember).
So I've decided to post the wording of my Dad's birthday card this year! His birthday is Sunday October 5th - so here's to you Dad! This card says exactly what you deserve to hear!
(Cover)
Dear Dad,
On your birthday,
I'm thinking about you -
how much you mean to me
and all the ways
you've made such a wonderful difference
in my life...
(Inside Left)
Thank you
for letting me know
I could always count on you,
that you believe in me
and you'd stand by me,
no matter what.
Thank you
for encouraging me
the dreamer in me,
for loving me
through each and every
fad and phase,
and for accepting my ideas
when they were different
from your own...
(Right inside)
Thank you
for having faith
during the times
when I had to do it on my own,
and for being there
when things didn't work out
exactly how I thought they would.
Thank you
for all that you are -
my wonderful, wise, and loving father.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY with LOVE
Love you Dad! Happy Birthday - see you in May!
~Tammy
So I've decided to post the wording of my Dad's birthday card this year! His birthday is Sunday October 5th - so here's to you Dad! This card says exactly what you deserve to hear!
(Cover)
Dear Dad,
On your birthday,
I'm thinking about you -
how much you mean to me
and all the ways
you've made such a wonderful difference
in my life...
(Inside Left)
Thank you
for letting me know
I could always count on you,
that you believe in me
and you'd stand by me,
no matter what.
Thank you
for encouraging me
the dreamer in me,
for loving me
through each and every
fad and phase,
and for accepting my ideas
when they were different
from your own...
(Right inside)
Thank you
for having faith
during the times
when I had to do it on my own,
and for being there
when things didn't work out
exactly how I thought they would.
Thank you
for all that you are -
my wonderful, wise, and loving father.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY with LOVE
Love you Dad! Happy Birthday - see you in May!
~Tammy
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Dust, Delirium and Dinero! ACL Fest 2008!
WOW - what a weekend!!
Have you ever been to the Austin City Limits Music Festival (ACL for short)? No? Well you should definitely experience it at least once - this year was my first experience. Although I attending this weekend jam session, I did it in a less traditional way - I worked a beer booth - whew - what a weekend!
Initially me and four other girls were planning to attend the ACL Fest but then our plans had changed for unexpected reasons. At about that same time a co-worker mentioned that she worked for ACL last year and made good money in just those three days. I ignored the opportunity at first, then thought, "why not, I could at least email them and see if they need anyone".
So I did. The response was "Sorry our tent is full". Bummer.
Then a few hours later I get another email, "are you still interested"? I'm like hell yea! $600-$800 for one weekend, I'll take it!!
But, shit, it's Thursday and I'm not even TABC (Texas Alcohol and Beverage Commission) certified and work starts tomorrow!
While debating on how to make this work I tell a friend and BAM she's interested too. So we both start the online TABC certification at abot 7:30pm and don't finish until 11:30pm Thursday night, then have to go pick up our packets and drop off our certificate.
We're finally official at 1am on Friday morning...HOLY CRAP, we already feel like we were working hard...haha!
Then we kick off the weekend at ACL!
The beer-slingin' begins!! So much beer-slingin' the first day there wasn't time to eat more than a package of peanutbutter crackers and a granola bar ALL day!
By the end of the day your pant bottoms and shoes are covered in mud, you've got so much dust up your nose that you're making soil, and probably almost growing a small garden or field of flowers inside.
Every morning when the gates open the AT&T stage plays a Star Wars type theme song and people actually run in (keep in mind this is a huge park and this stage is at the far end), holding chairs, bags, umbrellas, blankets, camping gear, etc...and they race for the front of the stage. It's hilarious! People running in actually make it funny by running in slow motion to the music like you're watching a race replay - it's great entertainment!
The last morning (Sunday) one of our tent beer-slingers decided he wanted to run in with the crowd, so he grabbed his bag, a chair from our tent, and LARGE garbage can with tons of empty ice bags inside, and threw a cowboy hat on that the wine company supplied us.
Then we all waiting to see him rush in with the others, racing them to the stage.
One fellow beer-slinger stood in the field waiting for him, and as he ran by we all screaming WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! An the guy waiting in the field throws water on him, all theatrical-like like we're watching Lance Armstrong cross the finish line in the Tour de France, haha!
Needless the say, the music was awesome. Our stage played some great acts (there are many stages) like Beck, Erykah Badu, Gnarls Barkley, and many more!
The last show of ACL was the FooFighters, which was near our tent, so you can imagine. Everyone in the entire park all crowd around the stage (and our tent) to see the last performance.
We're slinging so many beers at this point you're like a beer serving robot - "What can I get you, can I see your ID, sweet you're old enough, here you go" - then repeat again and again and again!
My friend and I spent an entire weekend living in delirium with fresh gardens growing in soil up our noses, covered in mud, with feet and calves aching beyond belief, and we still HAD A BLAST!!!
Definitely an experience! Plus, we were lucky to be making money while everyone else was blowing theirs - WOOHOO!!
If you ever get the opportunity to go to ACL, I promise it's worth it! Also, make sure you make it early at least one day so you can see everyone run to the front stage - it's too funny!!
Signed: "Beer-slinger"
Have you ever been to the Austin City Limits Music Festival (ACL for short)? No? Well you should definitely experience it at least once - this year was my first experience. Although I attending this weekend jam session, I did it in a less traditional way - I worked a beer booth - whew - what a weekend!
Initially me and four other girls were planning to attend the ACL Fest but then our plans had changed for unexpected reasons. At about that same time a co-worker mentioned that she worked for ACL last year and made good money in just those three days. I ignored the opportunity at first, then thought, "why not, I could at least email them and see if they need anyone".
So I did. The response was "Sorry our tent is full". Bummer.
Then a few hours later I get another email, "are you still interested"? I'm like hell yea! $600-$800 for one weekend, I'll take it!!
But, shit, it's Thursday and I'm not even TABC (Texas Alcohol and Beverage Commission) certified and work starts tomorrow!
While debating on how to make this work I tell a friend and BAM she's interested too. So we both start the online TABC certification at abot 7:30pm and don't finish until 11:30pm Thursday night, then have to go pick up our packets and drop off our certificate.
We're finally official at 1am on Friday morning...HOLY CRAP, we already feel like we were working hard...haha!
Then we kick off the weekend at ACL!
The beer-slingin' begins!! So much beer-slingin' the first day there wasn't time to eat more than a package of peanutbutter crackers and a granola bar ALL day!
By the end of the day your pant bottoms and shoes are covered in mud, you've got so much dust up your nose that you're making soil, and probably almost growing a small garden or field of flowers inside.
Every morning when the gates open the AT&T stage plays a Star Wars type theme song and people actually run in (keep in mind this is a huge park and this stage is at the far end), holding chairs, bags, umbrellas, blankets, camping gear, etc...and they race for the front of the stage. It's hilarious! People running in actually make it funny by running in slow motion to the music like you're watching a race replay - it's great entertainment!
The last morning (Sunday) one of our tent beer-slingers decided he wanted to run in with the crowd, so he grabbed his bag, a chair from our tent, and LARGE garbage can with tons of empty ice bags inside, and threw a cowboy hat on that the wine company supplied us.
Then we all waiting to see him rush in with the others, racing them to the stage.
One fellow beer-slinger stood in the field waiting for him, and as he ran by we all screaming WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! An the guy waiting in the field throws water on him, all theatrical-like like we're watching Lance Armstrong cross the finish line in the Tour de France, haha!
Needless the say, the music was awesome. Our stage played some great acts (there are many stages) like Beck, Erykah Badu, Gnarls Barkley, and many more!
The last show of ACL was the FooFighters, which was near our tent, so you can imagine. Everyone in the entire park all crowd around the stage (and our tent) to see the last performance.
We're slinging so many beers at this point you're like a beer serving robot - "What can I get you, can I see your ID, sweet you're old enough, here you go" - then repeat again and again and again!
My friend and I spent an entire weekend living in delirium with fresh gardens growing in soil up our noses, covered in mud, with feet and calves aching beyond belief, and we still HAD A BLAST!!!
Definitely an experience! Plus, we were lucky to be making money while everyone else was blowing theirs - WOOHOO!!
If you ever get the opportunity to go to ACL, I promise it's worth it! Also, make sure you make it early at least one day so you can see everyone run to the front stage - it's too funny!!
Signed: "Beer-slinger"
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