Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Nothing is going on today except playing Tetris on the Sidekick thinking how cool it is that my cousin Clare slept for 18 hours straight. She was recovering from finals and coming down from a cold, but still. My knack for sleeping for 13-14 has nothing on that. On Friday I get to make stuffing for 19 people and am looking forward to it. All Christmas shopping is done and I'm just hoping that the 2 packages I'm waiting on will show up soon...

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Big Doings

Today, two good things happened.
I delivered the presents donated from the department to a needy family in town.
It was really cool seeing the mom so happy. I think she was a little overwhelmed.
Even though she lives in what Evansville calls, "the projects," it is clear that there is a sense of community. She knows the neighbors by name, which is more than I can say for myself.

President Bush took responsibility for the faulty intelligence that led to the invasion of Iraq. A step towards the open and honest communication that should be taking place from the highest office on down. A lesson for all the ignorant politicians and overly political citizens that place blame on everyone else but themselves.

A good thing from last week ~ I was working the counter at Kitchen Affairs and said "Merry Christmas" to an elderly couple walking out the door. The owners of KA are Jewish, and the customers wanted to be all-inclusive, so they responded with a cheerful, "Happy Hanukkah." I feel good about the fact that even the idea of diversity is alive in Evansville. To some small extent.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

No Dice

I can't be part time.
Today is just one of those days I shouldn't have gotten out of bed.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

O Canada

I got Tom Green's book Hollywood Causes Canceron Thursday from the library and finished it early this afternoon.I must admit, I was more interested initially about what happened with Drew Barrymore than how he got his start and how his career progressed. I was a fan of his show since it came out and had my favorite episodes ~ the Plaid House, all the times he woke his parents up at 3am. etc.
I did feel bad for how he lost control of his life, somehow thought that Freddy Got Fingered would do well at the box office (just getting past the title itself is a feat), and especially his bout with testicular cancer.
As you can guess from the title. Tom's not a big fan of Hollywood. But I guess he deals with all the pretentiousness and obnoxious brown-nosing to continue...doing whatever it is he's doing now.* If I were him, I'd realize that hey, I've reached my goals and go teach comedy to kids. But maybe being slightly bitter and writing books is his thing. Maybe I'll buy the next one.

I digress...

The reason I love Tom so much is that he's not afraid to lay it out, I mean say exactly what's on his mind, regardless of who might be offended. For those who don't know, Tom is Canadian and spent the first 25-ish years of his life in Ottawa.

My favorite passage of the book (next to the Granny and the Suitcase story):
"Americans in general have the impression that Canadians are really polite, but they actually aren't. They are just polite to Americans because they are so in awe of them. It's funny to watch people I know in Canada. When there are no Americans around, they like to bag on America in the same way someone from a small town will bag on the big city. It comes from a place of national insecurity. That may be part of the reason so many comedians come from Canada. It's funny to watch the same people who talk down about America change tone when an "actual" American is in their presence. They completely shift gears, so desperately wanting to impress "The American." When you live in a nation that feels it is constantly overlooked, you really try to be on your best behavior when Daddy is in the room."


*I just read in his blog at tomgreen.com that he's getting into rap and plans to move to Nicaragua.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

More Questions and Answers

I stole these from Matt who stole them from someone else. =)
The last ones for awhile, hopefully, because they are a sign that I'm really, really bored.

right pinky finger - hot glue gun, I think I was 11 or so

mostly bare, some beer signs and a poster or 2

its bulky and does amazing things!! I have purple bumper covers on it.

Anything happy or thought-provoking or with a good beat.

It was around 7:00. I don't think anyone knows for sure because they were too busy staring at my tuft of dark hair, post-womb.

a A&W rootbeer float and something fried

Being little, like age 4 or 5.

If there was a fire, I'd get the rats and cats out first. But blankie would be right behind, along with pictures of my family.

yes but only in large, noisy crowds

He knows who he is

Aire, from Profumo di Pantelleria

I really dig dark hair

I would be making an offer they couldn't refuse so hopefully in a homey setting with tasty (culinary) samples. I'm not talking marriage here!

probably Jeff but it could be my boss...who knows =)

not really, I try though

a stuffed koala


tell someone and make them keep it a secret, knowing they won't. Then when the person knows, deny it and make them feel awkward. heehee



when I cut myself in the same place with the same dull knife and the onion makes it sting really bad

Yes, a memorable one involved 3-way and a 6th grader who is now semi out of the closet. I was 11. or 10. I think.

putting up the office's Christmas tree. It went faster than last year, which is the most positive thing I can say about it.

Yes but no one would know. Meaning it wouldn't be physically obvious.

I'd go somewhere it wasn't and bring it back home.

help with tuition and moving expenses

put my hood up

Yes, Emily Taylor and Emily Dickinson

no, but I might tonight

my scarred pinky


anything smoked

i pick my blemishes and scabs


maybe, if i was into weirdness at the time


not as much as they used to

i bite my lip and/or cry

lawrence, kansas, westside


i had this cabbage-patch tent that was pretty cool. Also Joy, my cabbage patch doll who I pretended was my sister

Home ec; most people forget what they've learned before they get a chance to use it

you're reading it

not really, people can't tell that I'm joking and I tend to use it inappropriately

yes, i've never been so sweaty. it was awesome and I wish I could relive it.

they have to be interesting, above all else

Em, Pipsqueak, Emma, Stinkee


sometimes, I've been trying harder to remember since I found out that the footbed of the athletic shoe is damaged when I don't.

key lime pie (with chunks of graham cracker)


any shade of blue in the sky


my family

the sound of muffled laughter in the conference room

homemade apple granola

how tall they are

rockin' and rollin;

Tuesday, November 22, 2005


I finally bit the bullet and did what I should've a long, long time ago. I asked if I could work half-time for the Big, Ugly Corporation instead of wasting their money and my time forty hours a week. We'll see what happens.

Its just time to work towards being happy as much of the day as I possibly can, not just the hours before 8 am and after 5pm.

Maybe I can do more catering stuff as well. Gotta drop my resume by a caterer's tomorrow...

Monday, November 21, 2005

More Things about Me

Three screen names that you have had: chimaybabe, emsdream, sillysouth4

Three things you don't like about yourself: I often learn things the hard way (is that hot? Ouch! Hmmm, is it really though? OUCH!),sometimes I'm really inconsiderate and the fact that I can't function if I'm excessively hungry or tired.

Three parts of your heritage: I'm 1/84th Cherokee, one of my Southard relatives was 3rd in line for the Presidency, some relatives on the Zumwalt side mostly likely had slaves

Three things that scare you: flesh-eating diseases, public ridicule and car accidents

Three of your everyday essentials: blankie, pillow and water

Three things you are wearing right now: sunscreen, knee-high hose and too-short green khakis

Three of your favorite songs:
Let's Get it On - Marvin Gaye, Sweet Dreams (are made of this) - Annie Lennox and One - U2

Three things I want in a relationship: a lot of laughter, sweet kisses and a ginormous amount of mind-reading.

Two truths and a lie:
I like smelling my hair, I often wear shoes to make myself taller and I get my nails done

Three things you like about yourself:
I can touch my toes while standing up, doing things for someone else makes me as happy as doing the same for myself, I can't stand being in a bad mood

Three things you can't do without: love, vegetables and shampoo

Three places you want to go on vacation: Germany, Tahiti and Peru

Three things you just can't do: scuba diving, make change using the "count-back" method, make small talk with a boring person for more than 5 minutes

Three kids' names: Henry, Ava, La'dontae

Three things you want to do before you die: climb more than half of the Fourteeners, teach a child what my parents taught me, travel extensively outside the US

Three Celeb crushes: Zach Braff, James Gandolfini and Jason Cerbone (the guy who played Jackie, Jr. on the Sopranos)

Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to you: muscular arms, prominent nose and sexy voice

Three of your favorite hobbies: cooking, reading foodie magazines, playing with my rats

Three things you want to do really badly now: take a nap, eat chocolate, have a super hoppy beer

Three careers you're considering/you've considered: attorney, personal chef, dreamweaver

Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy: I like watching sports on television, I hate to pay more than $10 for a haircut, and talking about my feelings makes me uncomfortable

Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:I really enjoy shopping for cosmetics, I hate being physically unclean, and I worry about my ass being too fat

Friday, November 18, 2005

Schreien zu meinen Mädchen aus

To Aud...I miss you and the way you make me laugh and the way you tolerate my bizarreness

To Emily E...do you read my blog? I aspire to be like you in many ways.

To Jodi...I love how our friendship is making it through med school, silly boys and me living too far away.

To Kim K....You need to start a blog! I would enjoy reading it and making comments, too.

To Kristen...everything you've ever wanted is within your grasp and seeing you get it~bit by bit~will be incredibly exciting.

To Nath...I meant to say "Shout out to my girls" but I think I butchered German again. I'm sorry. Hopefully I will make it up to you with more funny posts. If you are looking for a good, quick, amazing read, check out "Shopgirl" by Steve Martin. Someday I will make it to Hamburg and we will have the best tasting EVER.

To Mom...I love that you are my Mom and that no one else is. I wouldn't be as resourceful, independent, wise and loving if I had anyone else.

Let me know if I missed anyone! Happy Friday!
I've got my first catering gig tomorrow...wooohooo

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Cinematic Love Truck

...what is that, anyway?

It is unsettling seeing your gyno on a billboard when you stop at a traffic light.

I don't really have a lazy eye compared to Paris Hilton & Stuart Scott.

It takes real nerve to cancel your wedding 8 days before and keep all the gifts.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Comfort from an Unlikely Place

So I've been "a little late" coming back from lunch these days. No one cares. Instead of sitting, doing nothing, I've been working out at the YMCA and watching this man solve crimes, etc.

Magnum, P.I. reruns. I wish I could tell you why I like Tom Selleck. I also wish I could tell you that I accept the fact that he can't act so easily. Something about watching him--so confident, so relaxed--makes me feel better about going back to work.
Perhaps it is his confidence despite this picture, which clearly shows that he grooms his chest hair:

Perhaps its an 80's thing.
I wish he looked more like a young Colin Farrell though.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Violent Times

About 1:30 early Sunday morning, the storm sirens went off outside my window. In Kansas, that means that a tornado has been sighted in the area and to take cover. Here in Evansville, the sirens for severe thunderstorms...and tornados. The siren blasts for each are different, but no one knows how.
So I thought nothing of turning over and going back to sleep.
Here's a tame picture of what some parts of town look like right now:

At least 23 people have died, 17 of whom were living in a trailer park.
I wonder why tornados always seem to hit mobile homes.
My Dad suggested that the heat patterns attract them. Or maybe it seems like they are always hit because the end result is complete destruction.
The Kentucky side of the Ohio River was also hit:

I can't find a picture of Ellis Park (where the Newcomers' club had their horse racing/betting social) to show how parts were almost totally destroyed. It makes me sad to think of the horses, who never had a chance to escape.
Happier post soon, I promise.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

New Additions

Meet Simon ~

And Murphy ~

They are both very sweet and most importantly, don't see the rats as something to eat. Each is about 5 yrs old.
Gosh I love animals.
Boston rawked!
It is #2 on my list of places to revisit. Key West is #1.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Bet You Didn't Know...

You Are Apple Cider

Smooth and comforting. But downright nasty when cold.
What Your Sleeping Position Says

You are calm and rational.
You are also giving and kind - a great friend.
You are easy going and trusting.
However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.
You are

Monday, October 24, 2005

Beantown, baby, BEANTOWN!

I'm mostly going for the New England Beer Fest but I'm so excited about going somewhere with so much history and political perspective. Can't wait. I'm definitely going to the Museum of Fine Arts and hopefully the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum too. I'd love to read and people-watch in Harvard Square. Most of all, I'm looking forward to just walking around and soaking up the atmosphere.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Caution: Naked Man Ahead

Say for some reason, you are bored at work. Your employer has restricted access to noncompany email. You enjoy reading blogs, much like you'd enjoy reading someone else's diary. You click on one, not expecting anything out of the ordinary.
Suddenly, there is a very very NSFW image in front of you. Definitely eye-opening. I really hope my "activities" were not being "monitored." YIKES!

Seriously though, if any of you ladies (or men, I won't tell) would like the link...just ask. I don't know how much longer it'll be up though.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Late Friday night, Sylvester the Rat left this earth. He was just shy of 37 months old and is missed. His love of food and enjoyment of life never wavered, though incontinence and hind-leg paralysis took their toll. Sylvester fathered 15 beautiful pups and his spirit lives on through his two cagemates and sons, Jason and Char.
Every day was a blessing and a joy for Sylvester. We should all be so lucky.
I'm trying out the Special K diet. I think I'm going to be sick of Special K before the 2 weeks are up. If so, I will stop. I'm not unreasonable. :)

11 days until I go to Boston. Can't wait. Gotta get my beer fest fix there because I have to work during the Festival of Wood and Barrel-Aged Beers (AKA the FoBAB) in Chicago. Darn it.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Road Trip to the South, Y'all

This past Friday, I drove just under 6 hours to Atlanta, where my brother and sister go to college at Georgia Tech. I arrived as my sis was scrambling to get things ready for the annual volunteer day and bro was recovering from an NC State football loss the night before. Here is a pic of E-So in his teensy tiny room: Had a fun sushi dinner, went out to Peachtree Tavern where a band called Scum Bucket (hehe an 80s cover band) was playing.

The next day was really relaxing...I got up late, visited my sis, A-So at the Coliseum (and snuck in to take a pic of where KU kicked some Buzz last season)and saw the Mock Rock dancers practice in the Delta Chi basement--which was really cool because the guys are incorporating some neat stunts, including a "human jumprope."
In the afternoon, I saw a replica of the GT Ramblin' Wreck (the actual car is hidden in a garage somewhere)
and hung out until A-So was done volunteering. Dinner at "the Snack" (maybe it wasn't called that) and too much partying afterward.
The next day I got up reasonably early and the 3 of us went to a small Waffle House. I wish I could say I was impressed. I wish I could say the food was good. The multigrain waffle did a reasonably good job of keeping me full on the drive home.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005


I learn new things here in Evansville, but going to Lawrence seems to faciliate the process. My dad has so much going on in his head and I enjoy hearing everything ~ Roman history, bird sightings, current events. It all comes together.
I always seem to recall the odd things for my blog though.

Saturday night, The D, Jodi, Kris and I met up at the Tiger for dinner and beer. We noticed the lack of peanuts available to munch on. Possible patron allergies did them in. The D said that PB&J isn't allowed at school because of the same reason. If kids bring it, they have to go to a separate room to eat!
Seriously. If a trace of peanuts is enough to make you extremely sick, I think that you might want to reconsider going to public school.

I love traveling, especially taking long weekends to make the borrrrrring days at "the Gen" go faster. In 3 days I'll be headed to Atl, Georgia to chill with E and A. I got my Outkast sorted in my CD case so I can play it nonstop during the 6 hour drive, which I'm hoping will be closer to 5 and a half.
And now, lyrics courtesy of Sarah McLachlan to illustrate how my day feels~

Your love in all it's finery
Tear up the darkness all around me
Until I can breathe again
Until I believe again

Cause I'm a trainwreck
Waiting to happen
Waiting for someone to come pick me up off the tracks
A wild fire born of frustration
Born of a world, oh, that gets me so high
I've no fear at all

But your eyes like midnight fireflys
Light up the trenches where our loves lies
Until I can see again
Find my way back again

I've no fear at all
To fall so deep into you
Loose myself completely
In your sweet embrace
All my pain's erased

And your mouth, it's all that I wish
Mercy of your lips, just one kiss
Until I can breathe again
Until I can sing again

Cause I'm a trainwreck
Waiting to happen
Waiting for someone to come pick me up off the tracks
A wild fire born of frustration
Born of a world, oh, that gets me so high
I've no fear at all

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Lovely Rita, Meter Maid

Does anyone else love that Beatles song? I'm scared about Hurricane Rita though. My great-aunt, uncle and cousins have had to evacuate their Gulf and Galveston homes...
I'm so very excited about the weekend. Even though it is just about Thursday, I'm eagerly awaiting the second shift at my second job.
This Sunday afternoon, I'm assisting Chef Jean Pierre (he doesn't even have a last name, how cool is that) while he makes Mosaic of Shrimp with Tomatoes Concassé, The Veal Loin à la Normande w/Lemon and Poppy Seed Tagliatelle Pasta and Orange Créme Brûlée with Rhubarb Compote. It seems entirely appropriate that there would be wine with this meal, hopefully someone will bring it?
Anyway, more United Way "Fair Share" gift inputting tomorrrow, sorting toiletries for Armed Forces (that should be going to Katrina victims btw) and I'm on to bigger, better and at least, not promoting Corporate America to everyone.
Until next Monday. :(

Friday, September 16, 2005

Meeting Lucy or A Night of Great Beer and Food

I'm a touch late blogging about last weekend, but definitely want to write about the amazing experience I had. The 10+ hours of flying became an afterthought, the fellowship, atmosphere, beer and food were that sublime. I got to the Cathedral Hill hotel about 2:30, checked in and then met my mentor, Lucy Saunders, for the first time.
Lucy has a incredible wealth of food and beer knowledge and I love how understated she is. So many brewers, foodies, etc. are so "in your face" about all they know and who they've met. I was more impressed by her unassuming manner and could listen to her talk all day.
We met with Chef Bruce (I think that leaving out the chef part is like calling your doctor Jim or whatnot) and went over the menu and found out what beers were going to be there.
The Beer List
21st Amendment - Watermelon Wheat*
Bear Republic - Black Bear Stout*
Black Diamond - Wild Rice Ale
Drakes - Denoginizer
Half Moon Bay - Devils Slide Summer Ale
Lagunitas - Maximizer*
Moonlight - Reality Czech Pils (my favorite)
Russian River - Damnation
Triple Rock - Titanium Pale

*Did not try

The event was not billed as a dinner but rather as a selection of appetizers. I figured out that if you were hungry, you needed to arrive on time and be ready to grab food while it was available. If not, you probably wouldn't get to try everything. Luckily, I was sitting in just the right place and had the proper eager-and-desperate-for-food look on my face.

I could go on and on about the food...All of it was delicious.

Cured, Skewered and Seared Salmon with Sweet Dill Mustard Sauce - my favorite
Porter Lime Marinated Grilled Baby Lamb Chops
Lagunitas Imperial Stout Marinated Kurobuta Pork Skewers w/Bear Republic Brown Ale BBQ Sauce
Grilled Marinated Steak Skewers with Point Reyes Blue Cheese Aioli & Grilled Yellow Pepper Catsup
Damnation Brined Grilled Eggplant
Display of Artisanal Cheeses (and Fruit)
Cream of Grilled Wild Mushroom Soup in Asian Spoons (a spoonful just wasn't enough!)
Grilled Heirloom Green Zebra Tomato Gazpacho with Dungeness Crab - possibly my lease fave, was just served too cold
Butter-Poached Gulf Prawns with Grilled Heirloom Tomato Cocktail Sauce

Lucy gave me a book called Recipes Into Type, which tells you how to write cookbooks so that they are put together correctly and easy for the reader to follow. I'm enjoying it and will be testing at least one of her recipes this weekend.
As soon as I get my photos developed/on the computer, I will post them.
An awesome weekend, thanks so much Lucy!

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Mysterious Letting-Go

Earlier today, I saw Larry at the administrative assistant's birthday party. Five minutes ago, we're informed that Larry is no longer with the company. Barry, the VP in charge, is not an easy man to work for, so there's no doubt in my mind that played into it. I am curious and concerned because Larry always said hello if we passed in the halls, was a good Businessnetics teacher and seemed more open-minded and practical than almost everyone else in the marketing department.

I wonder what exactly one has to do to get fired from this place. Openly disagreeing with management? Exposing corrupt practices?

Larry's wife is in the Newcomers' Club. I'm sad for both of them, as well as their two young daughters.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Where I'm Going on Friday...

Yes, I'm excited. The flights are going to be long but it'll be worth it!!

Friday, September 02, 2005

Hurricane Relief Efforts

This is Blog for Relief Weekend-I signed up to donate to Noah's Wish (http://www.noahswish.org/index.htm) They train volunteers to rescue animals from disaster-type situations. A team has been sent to Slidell, Louisiana (across the lake from New Orleans) to reunite pets with owners or find animals that are stranded

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Put the ball in the hole

You know the Adam Sandler movie "Happy Gilmore"? There are some really classic quotes and today, one came to mind. Mostly because of the way I'm spending my time at work.
The Scene - Happy's Grandma is in a nursing home because her home was taken by the IRS. While Happy is trying to win golf tournaments to get her house back, she is forced to make quilts.

Nursing Home Orderly (Ben Stiller): Good news, everybody, we're extending arts and crafts time by four hours today.
Happy's Grandma: My fingers hurt.
Nursing Home Orderly: What's that?
Happy's Grandma: My fingers hurt.
Nursing Home Orderly: Oh, well, now your back's gonna hurt, 'cause you just pulled landscaping duty. Anybody else's fingers hurt?... I didn't think so.

For those of you that don't know, my arm is broken. And this is Candy-Gram week. Basically, employees pay a dollar to get a candy bar and a message sent through interoffice mail. It is an extremely popular fundraiser with hundreds of Skittles, Starbursts, 3 Musketeers, etc forming a wall within my cubicle.
The money goes to United Way, which makes the task somewhat worthwhile, but the repetitive motion of cutting and folding, stuffing and sealing is wearing on me. Just a few minutes ago, I fell off my chair while reaching for a package of Snickers. So I figure I probably feel like Happy's Grandma. But I could certainly deal if Ben Stiller was here.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Mega M&Ms My Sweet Patoot

Just because its bigger does not mean its better. I do not crave a large candy shell. The smallness was what made them wonderful. BAH!

And a joke...
"Every year I sit at the table in front of a bowl of candy corn like I've never seen it before. 'Ooooh corn that tastes like candy.' So I try some. Son of a bitch, it tastes like crap! AGAIN!" ~ Lewis Black

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Before I Forget

I survived the visitation and the funeral. Just "being there" wasn't as hard as the need to decompress alone, which is just a part of being me. Working out, which is almost as good as reading or watching Lewis Black solo, helped me reunite with my inner calm.
A story
In September of 1930, a baby boy was born. His father loved prize fighting and wanted to name the child Jack Dempsey. The boy's mother disliked the idea and said so. The father said "What if we name the child William Harrison instead?" The mother, not knowing the full story, agreed. Turns out that the substitute was Jack's real name.

Today we said goodbye to this man, who I first wrote about here - http://esro.blogspot.com/2005/05/bargain.html

I do want to mention that in my March 18th post, I knew something was up was up with Rafael Palmeiro. Slug.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Achilles heel

I really have a problem (it makes me uncomfortable) when people are hurting or upset and there is nothing I can do to ease the pain. Just "being there" is the hardest because I start to feel really itchy and nauseous. I believe that my feelings stem from not having a lot of experience dealing with situations where I can't say or do something optimistic to coax out a smile or laugh. My parents sheltered me from situations where I would have to face others' sorrow. Maybe because they feel uncomfortable in these situations as well. I'm not sure.

So today I will go to a visitation and tomorrow, a funeral. The second I've gone to and the first in over a decade. I will be supportive and try not to show anxiousness on my face. During and after, I'll be honest with myself and see if I can understand and change the way I feel and become more empathetic.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Me and Char

Aren't we cute together?

Oh yeah

Your Love Number is

You are a peaceful person, and you tend to have calm, stable relationships.Connecting deeply is another skill of yours, and you tend to know lovers well.Trusting and laid back, you are an easy person to love.Love can be a little blinding for you, so open your eyes a little more!

What Is Your Love Number?

Old vs. New

I got a new (used) car this past weekend...'03 Saturn ION...automatic everything, shiny silver. Got a fairly good deal on the Hoss, as I've taken to calling her. She's definitely the nicest car I've ever owned. Ol' Blue wasn't perfect -- had some dings, wasn't especially stylish, was lived in and used. She was definitely me though, a car that suited me. I feel like a car shouldn't be who you are, shouldn't devastate you if it somehow gets smashed on the way to work, one benign Wednesday morning. So I don't really miss Ol' Blue, she lacked any kind of musical ability. I'm just saying, don't confuse me with the Hoss.

Monday, August 01, 2005


Word for word, the questions sent to me from Applewhite, http://whoatetheapple.blogspot.com/

1) What state would you love to live in beside to Indiana?
Colorado, somewhere by Salida
2) What is your favorite flower? One of those flowers in the desert that only blooms when it rains
3) Describe your breasts in one word. smallishnuisance
4) Who is your biggest celebrity crush?
I was going to say Zach Braff, but he's gradually being replaced by Jeremy Sisto
5) How did you find my blog?
Hellish Harlot ~ I think she has a crazy inferiority complex

For you... what's up with you and evercurious? Whats the farthest you've ever run for fun or competitively? Does your love of Christian Bale movies extend to Little Women?

Weekend Update

This past weekend was so much fun and way too short. We saw Sam Bush and his band play at the Lincoln State Amphitheatre on Friday night. I've never seen anyone shred on a mandolin before, it was such a treat. The concert was bizarre in a very free-flowing, almost natural way. By natural, I mean that the band was really cool with the crazy hippie superfan yelling things at them throughout the show and the Shangri-La backdrop behind them (I think there's a production of South Pacific going on). At one point, members of the band rode around the stage on bicycles. I'm definitely going to see about getting some of Sam's albums at the library or half.com.
Saturday was the Newcomers' Club outing at Ellis Park. I'd never seen horse racing before, it was kind of underwhelming but some of the guys really got into the betting aspect of it. I've not decided whether I think it is cruel to horses to race them, but it seems like they have a pretty good life (however short it may be though).
Last night was the company's Night at the Otters, the gift card giveaway worked well, the lack of Zooperstars (google it) didn't but mostly because the game lasted 14 innings and the fireworks finally happened about 10 pm.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Hard-hitting News

Yes, this is from my hometown newspaper. No, I would not pay money...for it or to see the subject of the story.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Meme alert

To be honest, I don't know what meme means. I know they are usually not especially wanted questions that are sent by another blogger. No one I know blogs or feels comfortable sending me a meme. So I found one at zazzafooky.com via one of my favorite blogs, The Anchored Nomad. Anyway, here goes:

1. My uncle once: raced my ex-aunt back to their house (in the car) going faster than I would like to say publicly.

2. Never in my life: have I read a Harry Potter book all the way to the end.

3. When I was five: it was hard for me to remember which hand was my right and which was my left. (No one showed me the "left makes an L trick!")

4. High School was: a time of anger, cynicism and uncertainty

5. I will never forget: the look on my dad's face when he was unfairly fired from his job

6. I once met: a man who was very nice but also more annoying than any other person I can think of.

7. There’s this girl I know: who needs happiness more than any other person I know. I miss her and value our conversations.

8. Once, at a bar: I had a really gross shot called Buttery Nipple. Never again.

9. By noon I’m usually: thinking about food and a stout drink

10. Last night: my pet rat Lenin died, I'm ashamed that I wasn't strong enough to put him to sleep before he got to that point.

11. If I only had: the peace that surpasses understanding and the faith to accompany it

12. Next time I go to church: I will be a couple weeks older than I am now

13. Terry Schiavo: Made me very sad and frustrated

14. What worries me most: the tragic and unexpected occurring, also being old and alone

15. When I turn my head left, I see: red Sour Patch Kids, three yellow folders, a Diet Mountain Dew and my purse

16. When I turn my head right, I see: my office phone, headphones and other sundry boring things

17. You know I’m lying when: My face turns red and can't look you in the eye

18. What I miss most about the eighties: crawling on orange carpet and vintage MTV, wind-up Winnie the Pooh toy

19. If I was a character written by Shakespeare, I’d be:
someone in Much Ado About Nothing

20. By this time next year: I will be cooking for some percentage of my income

21. A better name for me would be: Charlotte

22. I have a hard time understanding: why religions that preach love and tolerance lead to hate and animosity

23. If I ever go back to school I’ll: take more classes that I will have to truly work hard to understand and party only after finishing the necessary work

24. You know I like you if: I ask your opinion about something related to me and ask for your help

25. If I won an award, the first person I’d thank would be: TAR for making sacrifices on my behalf

26. Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens & Geraldine Ferraro: misunderstood, genius, funny name that I've used to describe what I get, a female role model

27. My advice: take care of yourself, show love whenever possible and be discerning

28. My ideal breakfast is: both sweet and savory ~ a delicious omelet with avocado and other craaazy ingredients, a crisp belgian waffle with lots and lots of fresh strawberry sauce plus Grand Marnier and whipped cream on top, fresh Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee

29. A song I love, but do not have is: anything by Jimmy Chamberlain Project

30. If you visit my hometown, I suggest: visiting Free State brewery and having a picnic by Potters Lake

31. Tulips, character flaws, microchips & track stars: Are for a spring wedding, unfortunately necessary, used to track lost pets, and have incredible muscle mass.

32. Why won’t people: always be honest with themselves

33. If you spend the night at my house: I'll make you dinner, unless you are named Sean and are a newly-transplanted Seattle resident.

34. I’d stop my wedding for: nothing that I can think of

35. The world could do without: spam of all kinds

36. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: be forced to eat it or do anything else related to Fear Factor

37. My favorite blonde is: any of my Southard cousins

38. Paper clips are: scarce when you need one the most

39. If I do anything well, it’s: offering a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on

40. And by the way... sometimes I'm optimistic to the point of being really annoying

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Since last time...

I've made peace with living in Evansville. Its been almost two years since I moved here and I figure its about time I stop being stubborn and accept that I'm here for whatever duration. I had an awesome time in Colorado getting to know my family better and pushing my body to the limit climbing a mountain. I turned 24. I found out how sexy a French-Canadian accent is. I listened to Raffi for the first time since I was 5 or so and remembered what it was like to resist going to sleep with every fiber of my little being. "Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene, I'll see you in my dreams..."

Friday, June 24, 2005

Let me tell you a tale

Children, gather 'round your old Grandma Em and I'll tell you a story from my youth. In those days, Grandpa and I lived in Evansville. You've heard me speak of those times as "the dark years." Anyway, there came a time every year in late June (this was before the land was annexed to Canada) when a gathering called the Freedom Festival was held. Hydroplane boat races, acrobatic air shows and above all, children, lots of cheap beer and drunk rednecks.
Now, I know you are thinking, Grandma you crazy! But I actually lived where this happened and was done in the name of those who died protecting and serving our country.
Anyway, the main reason why this Festival disgusted me is that part of my "job" was to recruit volunteers to sell buttons to those wanting to attend. I thought it would be impossible to get people to stand outside in 95 degree heat and be around some of the most obnoxious drunk people ever for 4 hour stretches.
But people would fight each other and lie about signing up to volunteer, just so they could get the free gate passes. There was no reasoning with these people who would almost beg.
Now children, enough storytelling for today.

Monday, June 20, 2005

A different weekend

I'm back to the grind today, but the memories of this weekend are keeping me entertained. I went down to Chattanooga, TN (about a 4 hour drive if all goes well) for a Ratebeer gathering but mostly to see my bro. Er's living/working in Atlanta this summer and its hard to know when I'll see him next. Anyway, we drank a ton of good beer and he got to meet people named Iceman and Shag and CaptainCougar. I wish there was a picture of me getting thrown into the pool. I didn't bring any clothes to change into, so the next day's ride home was a little soggy. I'll see if I can find any pics to post.

Friday, June 17, 2005

What I've learned

in the past couple of days:
Yoplait Chocolate Mousse yogurt is pretty good, but for the calories you're better off going to TCBY.

In Australia, they call the people/company that move you to a new home,
"removalists." Much better than being called "moving men", don't you think?

It sucks when you are jealous of one of the best friends you have is moving to a better place. Especially when that place is called Cincinnati.

Lewis Black is a very funny man and I can't exactly explain why. Is he angry all the time?

There are keys that will unlock your car door but won't start the engine. AND these genius piece of metal are magnetic, so you can stick them to the hot undercarriage of your Saturn and never have to wait for the AAA man again.

We are where we are for a reason. The trick is being happy and content with the reason, the purpose, and the the length of time at that location.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

The Most Boring Day

I was talking with Jo today and mentioned my boredom. A ranking system for boring days:

1. Inevitability
An activity you choose to be involved in (that turns out to be boring) ranks lower than a mandatory event that you are forced to do. Choosing to watch the J. at league bowling ranks lower than that time on my birthday when I was forced to see Garrison Keillor talk about nothing for several hours. Unwilling participation due to family circumstances ranks lower than the most forced of all duties - The Job.

2. Reactionary Activities
One time I made a jump rope out of rubber bands due to boredom. The more creative you are during the time of duress, the lower the rank. After all, if you have the resources and ability to be creative, the situation can't be that bad. Being old enough to drive decreased boredom. Graduating from college increased it. So did moving to Evansville. (No offense to family here. Its quite possible I'm still adjusting. Maybe.) Having access to the Internet is the median point.

3. Share-ers of Misery
Being bored by yourself. Being bored with a couple others. Being bored with a crowd.
The more people you're with, the lower the rank. Unless you are you are forced to just hear voices from the adjoining cubes. Like your boss saying "GIT 'ER DONE!" Annoying boredom is the worst.

4. Feelings
The last category is completely open to interpretation. For some, boredom leads to joy and relaxation. The experience of time passing one second at a time can be enjoyable, I suppose. I think the more natural feeling is frustration and eventually anger. If your situation leads to a flying rage (and you are a reasonably calm person), your boredom ranks high.

Only 15 minutes before I can leave for the day...

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Holy Gambling

We live about 1/2 mile from a large Catholic church and private school. Twice a week, the parking lot fills with more cars than on Sunday morning. Everyone is there to play Bingo. I'm not sure what you pay upfront to join and what percentage of that amount goes to the church, but there is a fairly large pot for the winner. When I first saw the sign advertising the nights I was really shocked ~ gambling in the Lord's House?? Apparently Holy Redeemer is simply following in the footsteps of Christ the King and other churches. Can't get enough from the plate? Hire a caller, rent one of those funny rolling bin things and let's make enough money to sponsor that yearly carnival, guaranteed to bring in the dough. Or cheddar, whichever you prefer.
I'm just not sure that money should be changing hands in the Father's house. I'd pretty much stopped thinking about the Bingo nights until today. I saw a sign advertising a $5,000 Texas Hold 'Em tournament. At the church, across the street.

Saturday, May 07, 2005


Tonight I noticed a tattoo on J's Grandpa's arm. When he was in the Army, he went with his friend down to Main St (here in Evansville) as a form of moral support while the other man got a tattoo. For 50 cents, a man offered to put his name on his arm. Always a man with an eye for a bargain, Grandpa reluctantly agreed. But the man left out the 'H' in Chuck so he got Cuck Dartt for 50 cents. The funniest part are the roses the man put on the C and K as an effort to fix his mistake. I wonder if you look at your arm every day and think about the lapse in judgement or just kind of shrug it off as part of being young and up for getting anything you can for a bargain.

Monday, May 02, 2005

Art and Dad

For the last week, the Central High Art Show has been going on at my work. The first floor has been transformed with 2-D and 3-D art. Some is good, some is interesting, a smaller percentage is both. Some is weird. I've only seen a couple pieces over the last two years that makes me think, "That is about as bad as some of the assignments I did in grade school." Maybe I just didn't understand them. Very possible.
Several events have made this year's show more interesting. The first would be the ceramic coconut with eyes and nose that one of the Vice Presidents knocked off the stand. The artist was asking $20 for the piece (most of the art is marked NFS, Not For Sale) and I can confidently say that she only got someone to buy it because of the accidental breakage.
Some of the art is sketches of people/animals/flowers, some are abstract. The majority seem to represent what the student is wanting to "creatively explore." The interests of the employees wanting to purchase art does follow a theme this year ~ several have remarked that such-and-such piece reminds them of their dad and it would be perfect for Father's Day. One gal remarked that one charcoal sketch was "exactly what her father would be doing back on the farm." And another was planning on purchasing a sketch of a '55 Bel Air for their father....(but someone else bought it first, coincidentally for their husband as a Father's Day gift).
I got to thinking about the painting my Dad did. I wonder where the abstract painting of primary-colored shapes (with Jesus in the middle) is now.
This coming Sunday is Mother's Day and I wonder why no employees have found artwork that they identify with their Mom.

Monday, April 18, 2005

Tour of Homes

On Saturday I went on a Tour of Homes to benefit the Evansville Philharmonic. The tour focused on the Lincolnshire area of town. Most of the homes had the same style of Tudoresque architecture I think it was the interior design that really set the homes apart.
The tour also included St. Benedict's Cathedral and rectory as well as a high school and the Islamic center. I think the Islamic center was included mainly to help inform the community about what Muslims believe. I don't think I'd be wrong in saying that most Evansvillians are quite ignorant about the religion and are ok with that.
I was in a group with some older ladies who really tried to seem interested in what the guide was saying. He showed us the prayer positions and the Koran and which way Mecca was. He did say that if you prayed at the center you got "27 extra credit points as a Muslim for doing so." I think that was the amount of EC but it might've been some other unexpected number.
At first, I thought the number was supposed to be a joke to help us relate to the importance of praying with other Muslims. So I chuckled politely. In hindsight, I'm not sure if it was a joke though. No one else laughed.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005


In the ISS department downstairs (they refer to it as the "lower level" but those above ground know it as the "basement.") they have no overhead lights. You walk down and each little cubicle has a desk lamp and a working computer, but thats it. I wondered if the upper management was trying to give them a hint, but no, just a power outtage.
One employee has a large cutout moon and stars hanging from the ceiling above her cube and I enjoyed the irony.
I always get confused about irony. Is that irony? Is having the last name Stoner and being an ardent anti-drug advocate irony? I do know that ironical is not a word. Of this, I am certain.
On a completely different note, the tax refund came through yesterday. So now the house insurance, my trip to Colorado, and lots of Dark Lord will be paid for. wooooohoooooo!

You Know Things Are Bad When....

You start entertaining the idea of maybe, possibly injuring yourself to avoid the exhausting boredom that is another day at my job. As in, oops, I twisted my ankle on the way to the copier.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005


I'm really excited to be testing recipes for brewgrill. Definitely check out the site and maybe a marinade, too.
Last Friday I was in the car with Craig (little brother from Big Bros/Big Sis) and he asks how they pick a new pope. I knew it has to do with the cardinals choosing but had no idea it was such a secretive process. Very interesting.

Friday, April 01, 2005

The Pope

I know why there is such sadness about the Pope dying. As a non-Catholic, I am saddened by others' grief, and wonder what His Holiness feels about nearing the end of his time on earth. I imagine that getting to be with God in the closest proximity possible would be extremely exciting. I also imagine that there would be a feeling of nervousness, after all he is aware of his humanity. I wonder if, being the Pope and all, the burden to communicate God's messages becomes frustrating.

When I first started thinking about this topic, the was no doubt that the Pope is closer to God than anyone else. But does being the spiritual leader of over 1 billion people automatically mean that? I'm sure many people would like to think that. The thought is very comforting, after all. Are there levels of being close to God that come with obedience and living according to His will?

When I think of spiritual leaders, I think of my Grandma and Pastor Randy. They seem to have a peace that surpasses understanding.

Something else I was thinking about was the gift of prophecy. I've never been taught about that subject. Is it a gift that one might have but would ignore unless you were raised in a Pentacostal church?
I got to thinking about this because of my Wednesday night visit to a Foursquare church. The guest speaker said he didn't believe that Mary was a virgin. But thats not part of church doctrine, according to foursquare.org

I'm kind of rambling, but its fun. :)

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Em's March/early April books

Just got done catching up on Nath's blog and I want to copy a great idea she has ~ listing the books she's currently reading. I starred the ones I've started to read.
Imitation is indeed the sincerest form of flattery!!

excerpts from my Dad's play ~ the parts he's releasing at the moment :)
The Emancipator's Wife (a novel of Mary Todd Lincoln) ~ Barbara Hambly
So You Wanna Be a Rock & Roll Star or How I Machine-Gunned a Roomful of Record Executives & other True Tales from a Drummer's Life ~ Jacob Slichter
this is the account of the one-hit-wonder Semisonic; "Closing Time" always really annoyed me but maybe this guy will have something interesting to say
The Epicure's Lament ~ Kate Christensen

OH! For those who don't know I'm on Makeupalley...and posted that I'd swap all my items for seasons of Scrubs on DVD or VHS...turns out one of the show's writers is on the site and told me that my post made her day. Apparently. the ratings aren't good and that that ZB (well and I guess the rest of the cast) gets down about that. Very neat!!


I gripe a lot about the weather. I think this is because I don't have a lot of other problems. My body doesn't ache, I don't have any lousy kids to deal with and my job is boring but adequate. These past 2 days though, the sun has been shining, the temperature has reached at least 65 degrees and its just been all-around perfect. I don't even mind that my allergies are acting up.

I read the Lawrence Journal-World because the local stories they carry are a lot more interesting than the local Courier-Press. I'm not saying the articles are of higher quality, but the layout is visually pleasing. Anyway, today's article about Ann Coulter participating in the KU lecture series brought back memories of Stephen J. Gould (the most frustrating speaker to comprehend ever) and Al Franken (less liberal and even more hilarious) at previous events.

Coulter was heckled, no surprised there. I was surprised that most people interviewed were in favor of her right to speak. I don't know exactly who the LJW chose to get quotes from, or even if the quotes were in context. With them, its sometimes hard to tell.

On another note, I'm going to interview for another job! Its with the organization that publicizes and promotes events in the tiny, former utopian community of New Harmony, about 35 miles away. Very excited about that!!

Monday, March 28, 2005

Weezer's new album

Out May 10. The single "Beverly Hills" officially hits the airwaves tomorrow but wouldn't you know it my favorite radio station 96.5 the Buzz already plays it...I'd be dreaming if I thought that any station around here would pick it up.

Friday, March 18, 2005


When I was young, I really really liked Mark McGwire. And I still do. Even though it is obvious to me that he used steroids, at least he refused to lie. The easy way out would've been to do so, the shameful route would've been to plead the 5th. Rafael Palmeiro...I just think he's a big phony. The fake vehemence, and especially this article offering to forgive (the snitch) Jose Conseco:
One of the things I've learned from the 1990s series, Homicide: Life on the Street, is that cops don't rat out other cops. Maybe baseball players have the lack of honor and monetary incentive (too old to play? Why not write a tell-all book?) to do whatever they want.
Vacation in Arizona was just amazing. I love warm weather and just can't wait until it is 70 degrees + every day.

Got a call today from a director of a PR firm. Sent my resume to her 8 months ago but never heard back. She told me that there's a position open at a nonprofit specializing in getting people to come to New Harmony, based on its history as a Utopia. She also said I could use her name, so I send out a cover letter + resume immediately. What a dream it would be to combine history and my college degree! If only I could do that and somehow be a personal chef, too.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Today Was a Pretty Good Day

Several neat things happened today. I had lunch with my new friend Katie and found out I was nominated for the Newcomers' Club Social Chair. I'm really psyched about being picked. No one has ever said, "Wow, that Emily, she sure is...social." That role implies being outgoing in some way and I'm definitely not. I am involved though, and the events they have are pretty cool. I want to get younger women involved. But if it starts turning into a Young Professionals' Club because of my doing, I'm pulling a John Cheney. After all, wants to be in a club with a cliche inside it?

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Things I've Learned Recently

According to the Crocodile Hunter, some female rattlesnakes only have 2 or 3 sets of young in their lifetime. Also, the small brown ones are cute.

If you have prostate cancer and take steroids, its like "adding Miracle-Gro to a tomato plant. "

If you are a baseball player, steroids do nothing for you.

Barry Bonds is a lying liar and perhaps delusional as well.

I need to "consolidate my interest while the lights are active," according to a fortune cookie. Fortune or not, could someone explain what that means?

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Yeah yeah Arizona

We're going back to Scottsdale for vacation in less than 2 weeks. woooo hooooo. Is there a lot to do there? Kind of. You have to look for it. The entire place is built around the idea that serenity is a way of life.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

view from the driveway Posted by Hello

j & house  Posted by Hello

The boys Posted by Hello

Jason and Sylvester

Sometimes you can be a dad and not even realize it. Take my rat Sylvester, AKA Big Poppa for instance. He is living with 2 of his offspring and sees them as competition for the next piece of twisty pasta. He will be 3 in September. Jason is his son and lacks the head stripe.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Everything Tastes Better With MSG

...I figured out why I love Cheetos so much. The ingredient is fairly far down on the list but definitely accentuates the bright orangey cheez. Combined with the crispity crunch, I think I've found the crack cocaine of the savory snack world.
So today I confronted my boss about my lack of anything to do at work. I never thought that doing nothing (ok, surfing the 'net, hunting for good dinner recipes, IM'ing people and watching Homicide: Life on the Street) would get old but it really, really did.
I laid it out for her like this, "well i've been taking long lunches because why do nothing here when I can do nothing somewhere else?" I still can't believe I said that, but I truly made my case. She seemed to respect that and the meeting ended well, with a "Let's start fresh on Monday."
Works for me.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Sometimes Life is Fun

As Valentines' Day approaches, I start to pay attention to relationships more and more. I have philosophical thoughts such as, Is it possible for men and women to be 'just friends'? And, why does the neutered rat allow himself to be dominated repeatedly by the rats who are intact?
The thoughts mostly come like those electric shocks when you are wearing a fuzzy sweater. Tingly.
Sometimes relationships do make sense and those are the ones worth pondering. Why waste time thinking about whether your ex, Stoner Ben looked like Nick Lachey when you can read this? www.thesneeze.com/mt-archives/000283.php

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Before I start my task of t-shirt inventory, i want to give a link to Nathalie's blog. She's a fellow Ratebeerian from Germany ~ an extremely sweet chica with and equally wonderful sense of humor.
We definitely have to meet up with her sometime soon for great beer, conversation and a titillating (i'm sure) story about where the title of her blog came from.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Closer? Hurt?

I had a mild fascination with Trent Reznor in the 7th and 8th grades ~ to me he represented the consummate 'bad boy', someone who defied authority regularly and had a sneer that made me melt. And I think I dated Jon Gibbon as a result, which truly started to help me open my mind about life, in general. You know a guy likes you when they edit out the stuff he thinks your parents will find objectionable from a tape, knowing that the overall quality of the album will be greatly sacrificed.
They Might Be Giants, Day on the Hill...amazing times.

So now, listening to the Downward Spiral through the eyes of a 23 yr. old, I feel no different than when I was 14. The memories are the same, even if they are a bit dulled with time.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005


Yes, thats right. You can now post comments anonymously. Mr. Frederick, I know that spam you sent me was not accidental so post your true feelings without being exposed. hehehe

A Day in the Life

I'm not one to gush (or really notice, for that matter) regarding fashion, but I just saw my sister-in-law's wedding dress and all I can say is: daaaaamn,Gina! Which brings to mind the question,when's Martin gonna come out on DVD?
So I just have an hour left here and then I'm off to frolic, and by frolic I mean work out. I know a gal who works out for 2 hours straight x3 a week. Yowza.
I'm posting out for a job at another AGFS in town. Not much to say about that.
A guy in the department was just talking about how he wishes he could watch anime and smoke cigarettes and drink Bud Light all day instead of coming here. I don't know about the latter two activities, but remember fondly Uncle Al's anime collection and how he'd make sure there was no nudity for us young'ins.

Monday, February 07, 2005

Weezer & the Shins

Just found out that Weezer's new album will be out in May and the first single, Beverly Hills, from the yet-unnamed release will be on the air March 21. I don't have a lot of hope for hearing it around here though.
I'm so excited that they are going to tour soon ~ if anyone has tickets/airfare to the first night of the Coachella fest on uh, my mom's 50th birthday just let me know. hehehe
Oh yes, check out the Shins' Chutes Too Narrow if you get a chance. My favorite song right now is "Saint Simon."

Sunday, February 06, 2005


So I'm reading this Japanese novel (J was assigned it for psych. lit) and it is really amazing. The word doesn't have a direct English translation but basically means the "heart of things." So far, the plot is focused on the relationship between the Sensei and a student and their friendship. I read the plot summary first, out of sheer curiosity/laziness, which has helped me focus on the dialogue more than I would usually.
"...is it not possible that you are also a lonely person? But I am an older man, and I can live with my loneliness, quietly. You are young, and it must be difficult to accept your loneliness. You must sometimes want to fight it."

Have you ever gotten a song that you've not heard in years and years stuck in your head? Right now I have Randy Travis's "Out of My Bones" going over and over.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

I finally found one food that I just cannot stand. Cabbage soup. I followed the recipe (closer than i do most) and ate a small bowlful, hopefully the last one of my life. The cabbagey taste and texture reminded me at first of the small pieces in the vegetable soup that the Boy Scouts serve at their annual Chili Feed. But then the nostalgia was surpassed by...something else, something very unappetizing. I bet you are saying to yourself, "I could've gone a VERY long time without knowing that." If my dad reads this, I know he will think that to himself.
Right now, thinking of my dad leads me into thinking of his dog, Velvet, who is dying of kidney failure/old age/other ailments. We're going to say goodbye to her this weekend. I'm glad she's not in pain and still enjoys life though.

Monday, January 31, 2005

Coffee Deception

I don't want to make accusations here, but I'm fairly sure that the "Holiday" and "Winter" blends are exactly the same.

Tonight is the annual Kansas-Missouri basketball game in Lawrence. I wish I could be there talking smack with Dad and soaking up some of the energy for all things KU.
Winter is the time of year I miss Kansas the least. Come spring and summer, I will long for the shops, friends and restaurants that Evansville lacks. It has taken awhile, but I'm finding aspects about the 'ville that I like ~ the lower prices of gas and food, the fact that I have no baggage, Newcomers' club, Angela.
We finally found a church that has an entertaining and knowledgable preacher, good music and a Wednesday night service. I know that sloth is one of the 7 deadly sins and all, but sleeping in yesterday sure felt good.

Friday, January 28, 2005

Small Things

I just have to post, even though I don't have a lot to say, to get the last post off the top of the page. I thought about deleting it, but those feelings are just about as real as you can get.
Anyway, its Friday and I'm trying to figure out where the week went. Most of it was spent doing a lot of nothing here at work. There is purpose now, despite that fact, and I feel more worthwhile.
As I was reading This Afternoon in Drama and Andrea's hilarious post about the Surreal Life (I know the show she's talking about courtesy of author Joey Goebel and feel good name-dropping), I remembered how I feel about small things.
If a person/animal/ thing is small, I am more than likely to be drawn to it. Like Mini-Me for example. Or little makeup palettes that have the perfect color arrangement but are a total rip-off. Or baby rats. But only when they are older and have hair.

Monday, January 24, 2005

Despise and Disgust

You know how I wrote that my boss was being decent, just over 1.5 hours ago? This has all changed and I'm super, super angry about it. To get the full spectrum of her hideousness, let's start at the beginning, shall we?

I am in charge of organizing 3 company blood drives per year. We give free lunch to the Red Cross workers and each donor gets a free soda and cookie from the cafeteria. Patti, the cafeteria manager, has to be notified prior to each drive so that she knows to charge the food to the dept.

I do a search on the computer email system to find Patty, which i misspell. And subsequently send the notification to the wrong person, both of whom are under the label "Contractor." I copy my boss on the email, as she likes to be informed as to every task I accomplish.

Realizing my mistake, and being really snotty about it, Evil Boss writes back, "Did Patti [correct spelling] get married?"

I wanted to write back, "No, but didn't you recently get divorced?"

Unusual Times

Today has not even really begun and several things have happened that I thought impossible. An attractive man (somehow related to fighting the War on Terror, no less) appeared on Fox News. Also, my boss appeared to be a in a good mood, or at least faked it better than ever before. Unfortunately, the rest of the day does not appear to be this fortuitous. A biweekly staff meeting, making table-tents and taking Bessie to the vet sum up the rest of my plans.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

The Promises

" 'If we are painstaking about this phase of our development, we will be amazed before we are halfway through.
We are going to know a new freedom and a new happiness.
We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it. We will comprehend the word serenity and we will know peace.
No matter how far down the scale we have gone, we will see how our experience can benefit others.
That feeling of uselessness and self-pity will disappear.
We will lose interest in selfish things and gain interest in others.
Self-seeking will slip away.
Our whole attitude and outlook on life will change.
Fear of people and of economic insecurity will leave us.
We will intuitively know how to handle situations which used to baffle us.*
We will suddenly realize that God is doing for us what we could not do for ourselves.'
Are these extravagant promises? We think not. They are being fulfilled , sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. They will always materialize if we work for them. [And put our faith not in and of ourselves]"

*The promise I'm looking most forward to.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Martin Luther King

I stepped out of my comfort zone and went on a 1.66 mile long march from a local university to a boys n' girls type center. J. got me to go (no coercion) and I found it interesting that we lined up on the "black" side of the street. It seemed like all the white people were on the right and mostly black on the left. It seemed quite a paradox in terms of what MLK jr. would've desired for the occasion.

Friday, January 14, 2005

A Van Down By the River

I'm sure it seemed like a good idea initially, but building a house on the Ohio River bottoms is going to be a regrettable decision for many this weekend. It makes me sad too, because the land is so cheap and where are they going to go?
I know I wasn't going to make the blog about personal stuff, but I'm in a rut right now. It always seems to happen after the rush of ThanksgivingChristmasNewYear excitement and stress. And then there's nothing...just routines and the same ol', every day.
Garden State. Zach Braff. He's got the nose. He's got the hair. He's got the personality and the special twinkle. He's not swarthy, which is good. That might just be more than I could handle.
I want to live in Arizona. What kind of natural disasters do they have? Exactly.

Thursday, January 13, 2005