Thursday, December 31, 2009
In 2010, I hope to graduate with my masters so I can get the hell outta that soul-sucking school and move onto an actual career- or semblance of a career... who knows, I might only have an adjunct position here and there, but I can always substitute teach and steal people's organs to sell on the black market for additional income.
I also hope that 2010 is the year I get to sleep. I have been hoping that since 2006, but fingers crossed this will be the one! I'd also love to move in 2010, but I know that won't happen either. But anyway, I'm gonna try to keep my head up and forge ahead cause I like even number and this is an even numbered year! Woo hoo!
What are your resolutions or aspirations for this coming year?
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
I started my blog and joined twitter on November 28, 2008, so last month was my one year anniversary of having this blog and tweeting. It feels like longer than that, but it's not. I don't have any huge plans for this blog other than to try to keep up with it. Next semester should be far less chaotic schedule-wise, so it shouldn't be as difficult.
One thing I hope to implement when I am not exhausted from being awakened at 4:45am by a kid who is crying because he can't find his pacifier is to make a separate page of a reading list of books I've read. I have always LOVED to read, but over the years have run out of motivation. Since Thankgiving break, I've read 11 books and it feels good! I really want to get back into it, so I'm going to share whether or not I like the books with my readers to encourage them to get out there and read, too.
Okay, anyway, happy anniversary blog and I'm going to attempt to go back to sleep now.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
1) Updating my Miss Advice blog. If you haven't checked it out, please do! It's my creative outlet that I don't get from this blog or school. (Creative writing is not really encouraged there.)
2) Getting rid of some of my junk on ebay. I've had piles of stuff waiting to be sold on ebay for months, and I'm tired of looking at them. I hate clutter, but seem to be surrounded by it 24/7. Our daycare told us we couldn't take a month off, so the kids will still go two days a week while I'm on break (otherwise we'd still have to pay for them to not be there) and I will probably use these days to get a lot of stuff done.
3) Lose 1,000 pounds. I don't believe in making New Year's Resolutions that I know I probably won't keep, so I never resolve to lose weight. But, I wanted a treadmill for Christmas and hooray for the convenience of my parents having one they no longer wanted. A free treadmill is a good thing to have. I originally wanted to take up outdoor walking because it seems like everyone I ask about they weight-loss success have done it just from walking. One of my new friends lost 100 lbs by walking and eating a little better! Of course she said she walked like 12 miles a day, so enter the treadmill idea. Ideally I'd like to walk outdoors, but realistically, it's winter and I can't load both the kids up and walk 12 miles and expect them to be cooperative. So, I'm hoping that if I park the treadmill in front of the tv, it won't be so monotonous. I think I could probably read and walk, too... but I better now chew gum and walk.
4) Tweet more. Over the summer, I was a tweeting machine. Of course I had nothing to do, so that's why, but I used to have a lot of people that I talked to daily on Twitter- who knows where they went? Now I get occasional folks, but hardly anyone talks to me much and therefore no one comments on my blog anymore... I miss it. It feels weird to make blog posts and not have anyone comment on them... makes me think no one reads them!
Okay, that's enough for now... I like to set my goals low so I can achieve them. Do you guys have any to-do lists that really need to get done?
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
As you may or may not know, I used to breed pekingese. I had originally bought them as pets, but it's the best breed ever, so I decided to breed them. (Yes, I already get hate mail from people who are mad about this, so don't waste your breath.)
Anyway, our first pekingese was Pookie. Pookie had a litter of puppies, two boys and a girl. Being our first litter, we sold one to a couple in Minnesota and I couldn't resist keeping the two boys and named them Ozzy and Gremlin. Their personalities were like night and day, but Ozzy was the coolest dog in the world! He was so ornery, he was spunky, he was loving, it was amazing!
Well, when Ozzy was around 3, I was having problems with him because two of my females would fight a lot when there were puppies and then Ozzy would decide to jump in and he would cause the most damage. I decided that maybe Ozzy and Gremlin needed a new home, but I refused to separate them.
As luck would have it, the couple that bought Ozzy and Gremlin's sister had been thinking about getting another peke from me and decided they wanted Gremlin. Their daughter lived in the same town and said she would take Ozzy. It relieved me so much because I was so worried about letting them go. I cried when Ozzy left and a little piece of me knew that no other dog would be able to replace him.
About a month later, I got an email from the woman who took Ozzy saying that she had to find him a new home. She said he'd keep running out the front door and she was afraid he'd get hit by a car. So, she turned to PNC Midwest, a pekingese rescue organization that I was familiar with and had donated money to (not much, but I tried.) This probably two years ago.
On a whim last night, I looked at the organization's website, and searched for Ozzy. I saw a dog that looked identical, age matched and everything. I emailed the organization and guess what: it IS Ozzy! He's currently being fostered by someone in Wisconsin. We no longer have puppies, so no dogs fight and I feel like it was meant for him to come back to me! I have emailed the woman who runs the organization and asked what it would take to get him back, but I don't know what will happen. I'M the one who got him neutered in the first place, so I think that should count for something, but they have a large adoption fee ($250) and you have to go through a lot of obstacles to get a dog. Plus, he's in Wisconsin right now, so I'm not sure how they would get him to me or how I would get him.
Anyway, I thought I would share this story and I'm hoping for a Christmas miracle with a happy ending! The picture is of him from their website. I have a million adorable ones of him as a baby...
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Anyway, she was interviewed as one of Barbara Walter's 10 most fascinating people of 2009 and it was a good interview. She was playing in clubs at 18 and had long brown hair and looked like a totally normal person... and apparently her dad is not thrilled with her lack of clothing and naughtiness in her videos- understandably. Anyway, she actually seems pretty down to earth and I thought I'd share her VMA performance because I thought it was GREAT! Very artsy and memorable. I think she was trying to show that people in show biz sometimes have to give their lives in order to get away from the media that hounds them... but anyway, enjoy!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Why does everyone automatically assume all young people are single parents? It's quite odd. Okay, so maybe I kind of understand it in regards to my town as there are a TON of single parents, but is it now the norm to assume people are single parents and treat them as such?
Don't get me wrong, I don't find it offensive, I just marvel at the idea of it. Here are my two recent examples:
My husband got a part time job and one of the girls he worked with was trying to get to know him during some slow time. He mentioned that he had two kids and her response to this was, "oh, do you get to see them much?" lol...
Then Monday, I was subbing at one of the elementary schools and there was this older lady subbing as well and she knew my mom, so she was asking me questions. I mentioned having kids and she hesitated and said, "... and... are you... married? I hate to ask, but you never know these days." And when I said yes, she replied, "oh, that's so wonderful to hear!" And the interesting thing is we both have tattooed wedding rings, so it's not like people can't look at our ring fingers.
Anyway, that was my little thought for the day: feel free to comment or go about your life as usual.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
This chapter will venture to the first client that I've talked about on the mentally retarded side of CP. This was definitely not my favorite unit to work on as I found myself annoyed quite often. I don't mind working with mentally retarded folks when I know they need help and sympathy, but the ones who are only mildly retarded and just become whiny and complain all the time- those people drive me cuckoo for cocoa puffs.
Marie was my favorite hands down on the mentally retarded side. I'd say she easily weighed 300 pounds and was about five feet tall, maybe five-two. The first day I worked on this side... the FIRST... I was instructed to take toothpaste down to Marie's room so she could brush her teeth. Marie was not allowed to have shampoo in the shower because she'd dump it down the drain, so when I arrived, you had to go in and give her shampoo, which sometimes she yanked out of your hands, so I came up with the idea of putting shampoo in a little disposable cup and giving it to her, so no issues would arise.
This was the same with the toothpaste. Apparently if you gave Marie the toothpaste, she would eat the whole tube. So, here I was, half her size, taking her some toothpaste, which I assumed was no biggie. Well, as soon as I walk into Marie's room and she sees the toothpaste, she yanks it out of my hand and pins me against the wall with her massive frame. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I thought my best move was to do nothing... while she devoured the toothpaste. It was kinda like the idea of pretending to be a tree if a scary dog comes to get you. Well, it worked. She ate her toothpaste, let me go and I scurried back to the office, freaked out beyond belief!
After that incident, I came to find that Marie was just a giant teddy bear who was all bark and no bite. She had been given to the state as a toddler once her parents realized she was retarded. It was pretty sad, I thought, but she was pushing sixty and maybe that wasn't such a big deal when she was little. Her IQ was extremely low and all she cared about in life was food and "black pop." I think the thing she said most to me was, "Harold, will you buy me a big bottle of black pop?" (She thought my name was Harold because apparently in her mind Cara sounds like Harold.) She ended up using a walker to get around and you could hear her walking up and down the halls banging her walker. Then, when she was mad, she'd scream bloody murder and bang her walker on the floor. To this I would always say, "Marie, do you want me to throw your walker out the window?" And she would say "No, Harold." (Of course I wouldn't have thrown her walker out the window, but it got her to stop banging it.)
Just like all my other favorite residents, Marie was sent to another facility because she was not capable of living in a higher functioning setting. I often wonder about how she is doing, but I'm sure wherever she is, she's keeping people on their toes!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
And then what about professionally? Why is everyone so obsessed with criticizing and passing judgment? And it seems like the people who are in positions of authority NEVER think of anyone else's feelings. Hey, here's a thought, before you spew your negative attitude, why not ask the person for an explanation instead of immediately condemning them?
I'm purposely trying to be vague here because I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, but I felt as though it might be cathartic to vent about how much it pisses me off lately that there are so many people around me that are completely selfish. As I've said before, I've been dealing with assholes my whole life and I will continue to, but come on, people! It's okay to think about someone besides yourself for a change.
Along these lines, I'm thinking one of my New Year Resolutions will be to stand up for myself once in awhile.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I never ask for anything for Christmas, and I feel like you could just do me this one time delivery. I've been super duper good this year aside from the gossiping, but I try really hard to not make it malicious. Okay, so I could probably try harder not to gossip at all, but I'm a girl and I can't help it! Otherwise, I can't think of any atrocities that would put me on the naughty list. I donate a buck everytime there's someone standing outside WalMart with a boot or a bucket or a jar. I take things to the Salvation Army about every other day. Then there's the times I slow down and roll my window down to shout to the deer that they need to be careful cause they're close to the road... I think I've been pretty darn good, Santa!
So, all I want this Christmas is something that would make my life easy peasy lemon squeezy. I'd be able to get a good night's sleep, my chore list would be cut and half, my toes wouldn't be freezing, my in-laws would have less to criticize and there wouldn't be ladybugs in every light fixture.
That's right Santa, I'd like a new house; just this one little thing! And you can just drop it off in front of the old one, there's plenty of room.
Thanks, Santa! You're a doll!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
So, today is my daughter's 4th birthday party. I have a feeling it's gonna be very underattended, but that's okay. It's the first time we've had a separate one for friends. Her real birthday is Monday and that is just for family. Four years ago today, I was in the hospital being induced. Yep, I was induced at around 9am on Dec. 5 and didn't pop that sucker out until 12:08am Dec. 7. It was quite ridiculous! I can't believe that 4 years ago today I did not have any kids and life was pretty dull. I believe at that time I was taking classes online for a criminal justice degree while I bided my time trying to decide what I wanted to do. At that time, I think I wanted to be a stay at home mom... boy how things have changed!! Now, that's the LAST thing I want! (Not knocking people that do it, just not my cup of tea.)
Well, I'm off to keep getting things ready, but just thought I'd touch base with what's going on here... I'm also really excited for Christmas! Have a nice day!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Here's a bit of serendipitous fun that greeted me this morning in my inbox. So, A usually only watches Nickjr (formerly Noggin) because it doesn't have commercials. (I can't deal with hearing, "mommy will you buy that for me on your computer" every 15 minutes.) But, they do promote upcoming specials on Nickelodeon and recently A has been obsessed with the upcoming Dora Christmas Carol special.
So, I awake EARLY this morning because an excruciating migraine forced me to bed early last night and surprise! TwitterMoms was hosting a blogging contest alongside Nickelodeon for a Dora Christmas Carol DVD... cha ching! If you're not a part of TwitterMoms, you should consider signing up and check out their current discussions. So, as part of the Dora Christmas Carol Blogging Contest, I am posting my five favorite holiday activities with my kids. And since my kids are so young, none of these are long running traditions.
1) Presents!: This is my daughters favorite part about Christmas. I love buying her presents, she loves opening them and she and my son both love playing with them. Seeing how excited my kids get on Christmas morning makes the holidays magical again.
2) Eating Free, Good Food: I'm cheap. I can cook, I think I'm a good cook, but food just tastes so much better when it's made by someone else and it's free. And this is an activity I enjoy partaking in with my kids cause it opens their pallets up to something I normally don't fix.
3) Reading Christmas stories: I love to read and hope my kids follow in my footsteps, so any chance I get to read to them is fun. But it's especially fun to read them Christmas stories because they think the stories are magical as well. And they learn about other holiday traditions.
4) Sea World: Each year at Christmastime, my extended family goes to Florida. And my favorite Florida activity is Sea World! This will be the first time A gets to go and I can't wait to see how excited she gets to pet a dolphin and experience it with me.
5) More presents: Everywhere we go, A and L get presents! I like seeing what they get almost as much as they do... plus, there's that added satisfaction you get knowing that the presents I got them were the coolest... unless it was something that I told someone to get them... hehehe
There you have it! My five favorite holiday activities with my kids. I'm sure as they get older, there will be new ones, but right now we're a bit limited. Be sure to check out TwitterMoms and also, if your kids don't watch Nickjr as much as mine, remember to watch Dora’s Christmas Carol premiere on Nickelodeon on 12/6 @ 8PM EST!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Many things in life drive me nuts, but the most recent one is the annoyance that I feel when people feel the need to push their thoughts and beliefs on another person. For instance, if you did not attend college, what gives you the right to tell your children where they should go? (This is not referring to me.) And if I hear the words, "I assume you are feeling..." one more time, I'm gonna explode.
And parents that severely punish/yell/talk down to their children for their grades makes me batty, too. My brother graduated with a 4.0 from high school and I can guarantee he did not get yelled at once for his grades. I graduated with something more like a 3.5, I'm thinking, but I was over putting much effort into grades- still am.
And speaking of yelling? GAW! I hate when people yell... hate hate hate. I can't imagine what makes people think that in a civilized society, it is okay to yell at another human being...
Why can't we all just realize that life would be much easier if we didn't shove our opinions down each other's throats, belittle one another or treat people with disrespect? Life's too short for misery.
Friday, November 20, 2009
My only goals over break are to read a book for fun and shampoo the carpet in the laundry room. (To which A said, "mommy, the carpet doesn't have hair, how will you shampoo it?") I'd also like to get my rough drafts turned into final drafts so I can hand them in early, but we'll see what kind of motivation I have. Then, after break I only have TWO WEEKS left of this semester, thank you, Jesus!
And December brings in the birthdays, more holidays and the trip to Florida, which I hope is a heck of a lot more fun than it was last year. This will be A's first time going to Sea World, so I'm excited about that... I frickin' LOVE Sea World! And then I think we will go to Universal Studios.
I will try to keep some good blog posts rolling out as the holidays come and go to keep you posted on what's going on with me. I'd also love to hear back from all of you to hear about what you're doing over the holidays! And of course, you can always chat with me on Twitter.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
So, feel free to join my cause if you get bored on Twitter. I'm adding #northfaceisout to some of my posts cause I think it should no longer be "cool." I will point out that they are made in America, which is nice, but adding to American consumerism that promotes spending big bucks on a name brand when we're in a recession kinda makes me wanna stab things.
@a99kitten on Twitter directed me to this funny website called "Stuff White People Like" that included a section on North Face. It's hilarious... because it's true... and I don't know why. Although I only really like about 10 of the things on there... so hopefully that makes me not white.
Enjoy your Wednesday! Tomorrow's my birthday, woo hoo!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
The doctor came to check on her and informed me that she would probably be cranky for a few hours and then be back to her normal self by the evening. Either he sniffs glue or he way overgeneralizes, but he was so wrong. She was a zombie all day up until about 7pm. She snoozed and cried off and on, but then the weird thing was she didn't perk up until she had Tylenol with Codeine... isn't that supposed to knock people out?
So, we went to bed around 10pm and this morning she is right as rain- or so she says. Hopefully she will be able to sleep better now, hear better and quit digging in her ears. Unfortunately L started running a temp yesterday afternoon and is not much better this morning. And I have to present at a conference tomorrow morning, so I won't be home from 10:30 am today until noon tomorrow. It will be the first night I've ever spent away from the kids! And they're both under the weather- go figure... now I will be riddled with guilt the whole time...
Saturday, November 7, 2009
My last day (hallelujah) of this semester is Dec. 9, so I will be a free woman after that... well, until spring semester starts. I promise as things wind down and all my papers are handed in I'll put my blogging hat back on... until then... feel free to go through the archives, lol.
Have a great week!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Here's all the things I'm looking forward to:
My birthday (not sure why, two years ago I spent the whole day crying about getting old)
Thanksgiving (free food is always the best kind!)
Thanksgiving vacation from school (hallelujah!)
A's birthday (she'll be a whopping FOUR!)
End of the semester (I might die of joy overload that day)
Going to Florida with the family (I love Sea World!)
New Year's Eve
L's birthday (he'll be TWO!)
School starts again mid-January (maybe I'll be over taking a break by then)
What are you looking forward to most about this holiday season?
Monday, November 2, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
What is your policy on candy eating? I'm a bit of a tyrant about it. They only get two pieces a day and it is after meals, so they have to eat real food first. After about 5 days, A tends to forget and the candy sits there until Easter, when we through it out to make room for the Easter candy. Well, here's some pictures! (It was cold, so A had to wear a turtleneck, uncool, I know!)
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Anyway, I've always been fascinated with dancing. I love movies like Center Stage, Dirty Dancing, etc. that have a story built around dancers and you get to enjoy these incredible routines throughout. Well, I also enjoy Dancing With the Stars. I enjoy also that I have DVR so I can skip the people I don't give two hoots about. This season, it's slim pickings on who I watch.
I wanted to share the Michael Jackson tribute dance because it was super entertaining! I think it was from last week, but I'm so far behind on DVR that I have no idea.
Enjoy and let me know what you think about dancing or Dancing With the Stars!
Friday, October 23, 2009
But here's the situation that I'm wondering about:
I hate sitting still... I can't do it. I can't just sit and watch tv and I can't just sit and listen to someone talk to me. For some reason, I have this constant need to be doing something. Case in point, I know that it is important to show respect by making eye contact, but I have to be doing something else while someone is talking to me. Whether it's reading the paper, looking at my blackberry or surfing the internet, I find myself doing something else, but I'm listening! I could recite back what was just said. I don't know if this is something a lot of women do versus something men rarely do or if it is a personality type function. Well, anyway, apparently some people think it's rude and can't get over it.
Anyone have any insight into this? Where do you stand on this issue?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I am soooooooooooooooooooooo over this semester! We're half way, but this last half better fly by! I took three extremely boring subjects and even though I like the professors, I can't avoid the constant suicidal thoughts that run through my head when I'm in class or thinking about class.
And don't get me started on all the freakin' papers! I had one professor "remind" me that this is grad school and a lot is expected of us... well, I kind of got that from each prof expecting us to read a book a week, blog several times, participate in class discussions and do the other tasks required. So, add to that the 5 major papers I have to do and you have a woman on the verge of a temper tantrum! Seriously, people? Five papers? Do you think I don't know how to read and write by now?
But next semester has me stoked! I get to intern, do a creative writing independent study with Jessica (my new BFF) and the creative writing guy (who seems like a barrel of laughs) and then a third class. But, there will be far less paper writing and far more non-sucking of life.
Then, there's this total D-BAG that I work with. At first I thought he was okay because he reminded me of my brother, but he peeved me off royally a week or so ago. First he said that Jessica was an "angry person" and that he was afraid he'd catch a disease being in the same room as her. Then, he proceeded to say mean things to me personally (I can't recall them now) and I just thought, "wow, this guy is a jerk!" So, I avoid him like the plague, which is hard because I work with him and have every class with him. So he uses the class discussions as a forum to insult Jessica and myself. BTW, everyone likes Jessica for the most part, so it's not that I'm the only one. Anyway, when he disses us in class, it makes no sense to the other people and it just makes him look crazy.
Anyway, let me know if you want to write one of my 5 papers for me. Or pray for my sanity!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
My semester paper.
If you knew me, you'd know that I never stress about school work. I enjoy it. I like to work out the ole' noggin from time to time. But this paper is going to be the death of me! And here's the kicker, writing it isn't the hard part! I have racked my brain from here to eternity trying to figure out what I'm supposed to write about! Okay, so the purpose of a "seminar paper" is to promote a scholarly conversation? Yes? No? Does anyone know? I've gone so far as to google "seminar paper" and it's about as helpful to me as hearing other people's topics.
You'd think this was the only paper I have due this semester... but it's not. I've got like four other ones due, but am I stressed about them? No. I feel in this awkward stage of limbo where I think I'm supposed to feel dumb for not getting this, but I don't. Every topic I have chosen is either not "scholarly" or not able to support an argument... or too broad... argh!
If you've been following my blog, you'd know how excited I was at the beginning of the semester. I LOVED school. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. But here I am eight weeks into the semester contemplating why I bother and why I don't just take my bachelor and flip burgers at McDonalds?
Disillusionment is keeping me awake. I suppose I will go attempt to watch The View while I itch myself to sleep, ready to wake up tomorrow morning completely unrefreshed and devoid of joy for life. *sigh*
P.S. (I hope you realized I had sent you an invitation to my pity party!)
Friday, October 9, 2009
I found this to be crazy interesting! Apparently the only presidents to have done this are Theodore Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson. Jimmy Carter won, but he wasn't in office at the time. I love being alive for historical events! (Positive ones, that is... I'll pass on being alive for WWIII!) Here's one of the articles I read about it on People.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
On my bucket list, I currently have 3 things: get arrested, go on a cruise and go to England (especially visit a haunted castle.)
So, last week I find out that the English department is doing a study abroad class for the first time in close to a decade... and guess where they're going...
ENGLAND! Well, they are going to the Lake District. But I think this is a weird coincidence that the first year I am there to get my master's in English, they are taking a trip to England. It's a 3 credit class that will be going over for spring break. And the Lake District is home to a haunted castle!!! I talked to the adviser going on the trip, and she did not seem too excited about adding a trip to a haunted castle, but since we have free time, I'm going, whether I have to walk there or not!
Now, the only fret I have that I will get some karmic slap in the face and the trip will be canceled for some reason or another. I don't think I'm deserving of such a karmic let down, but you never know.
PS If anyone wants to email Ghost Hunters International for me and get them to do a hunt at that castle while I'm there, that'd be great!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
They were talking about a couple in Arizona whose children were taken away from them temporarily after a WalMart employee turned over photos they had taken of their children partially nude during bathtime.
I could not believe this! I have taken pictures of my kids bathing or even in their undies because they are so frickin' adorable. Of course, I use a digital camera and never get photos printed at WalMart, but that's not the point. The point is that what was an innocent family photo op was turned into allegations of sexual abuse that have traumatized an entire family! On The View it said they lost custody for a month, but other things I've read said days to weeks. Either way, they should not have lost them at all. I know that people were doing their job by investigating, but just looking at the photos should have shown how harmless they were.
The couple is now suing the state of Arizona (they are from Peoria, IL) along with WalMart. What do you think about this?
Oh, and the couple's names are Anthony and Lisa Demaree and I believe their kids were all under 5 at the time the photos were taken. Here's another link if you'd like to read more.
As I think I've pointed out (cause you know more about me than you ever wanted to!) my favorite genre is horror, followed by comedy. But, thrillers are up there because some thrillers have a horroresque in nature, but I love whodunits and mystery! October is full of thrillers at Turner Classic Movies (TCM), a channel that I've long since adored. I'll take a Jean Arthur comedy anyday over something as mindless as Paul Blart Mall Cop. Not to mention some of the class thrillers like The Bad Seed any anything Hitchcock.
To kick off the month of October, TCM is airing A Night at the Movies: The Suspenseful World of Thrillers, an hour long look into the genre of thriller. Think of it as Film Studies 101 tutorial that gives an in-depth look at the different types of thrillers, tools used in the trade and interviews with well-known directors, authors, hosts and stars.
This begins a new series that will include future installments from other genres followed by a month of movies related to that genre that air on Fridays. The Suspenseful World of Thrillers was written, produced and directed by Laurent Bouzereau and is made in cooperation with DreamWorks Television. Mark your calendars for October 2nd to see the world premiere of this special. Here is the list of movies planned for the month:
Friday, Oct. 2 – Thrillers and Hitchcock
8 p.m. A Night at the Movies: The Suspenseful World of Thrillers (2009) – premiere.
9 p.m. Rear Window (1954), starring James Stewart and Grace Kelly.
11 p.m. A Night at the Movies: The Suspenseful World of Thrillers (2009) – encore.
Midnight Shadow of a Doubt (1943), starring Joseph Cotten and Teresa Wright.
Friday, Oct. 9 – Political Thrillers
8 p.m. The Manchurian Candidate (1962), starring Frank Sinatra, Laurence Harvey, Angela Lansbury and Janet Leigh.
10:15 p.m. The Parallax View (1974), starring Warren Beatty and Hume Cronyn.
Midnight The Boys from Brazil (1978), starring Laurence Olivier and Gregory Peck.
Friday, Oct. 16 – Crime Thrillers
8 p.m. The Narrow Margin (1952), starring Charles McGraw and Marie Windsor.
9:30 p.m. A Night at the Movies: The Suspenseful World of Thrillers (2009) – encore.
10:30 p.m. Lured (1947), starring George Sanders, Lucille Ball and Charles Coburn.
12:30 a.m. The Lodger (1944), starring Merle Oberon and George Sanders.
Friday, Oct. 23 – Gothic Thrillers
8 p.m. The Night of the Hunter (1955), starring Robert Mitchum, Lillian Gish and Shelley Winters.
10 p.m. Dragonwyck (1946), starring Gene Tierney, Walter Huston and Vincent Price.
Midnight Rebecca (1940), starring Joan Fontaine, Laurence Olivier and Judith Anderson.
Friday, Oct. 30 – Psychological Thrillers
8 p.m. Gaslight (1944), starring Charles Boyer, Ingrid Bergman, Joseph Cotten and Angela Lansbury.
10 p.m. Night Must Fall (1937), starring Robert Montgomery, Rosalind Russell and Dame May Whitty.
Midnight Psycho (1960), starring Anthony Perkins, Janet Leigh, Vera Miles and Martin Balsam.
Be sure to check them all out or head to TCM for more information!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Yesterday she was talking about how cranky everyone was and I said to her, "your mama's cranky!" (I'm super mature.) To this she responds, "I know! You're my mom and YOU.ARE.CRANKY!"
I love it! (Remind me that I said this when she's 16.)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
For the past 27 years, I have been on a quest for the meaning of life. Never would I have guessed that the road to happiness that leads to the meaning of life is paved with moolattes and quesadillas!
As an avid Arby's lover (connoisseur, if you will)I have long been loving their jamocha shakes. The first time my lips touched the straw to a moolatte, inhaled the coffee aroma and then tasted the delectable nectar of the Gods, I forgot what the jamocha even is! There is nothing on earth that compares to its creamy, coffee goodness...
Then there's the quesadilla. Despite the slogan, "hot eats, cool treats," I'd go as far as to assume that not many people consider Dairy Queen a place to go for anything other than ice cream. However, they owe it to their taste buds to do just that! The black olive is underrated. The mixture that you put into your quesadillas makes me want to die of bliss... it is THAT good... cheese... veggies... chicken.... olives... I see nothing worthy of complaints.
I would go as far as to wonder if on the seventh day when God supposedly rested if he was not perfecting the moolatte recipe, but it isn't in the Bible because he was worried someone would steal it... but you have... and I'm not sure stealing from God is a good thing, but in your case, I'll allow it (just don't tell God.)
In closing, despite the unhealthy amount of calories, and despite my fear of gluttonous retribution, I would go as far as to say that I could eat your quesadillas and drink your moolattes every day until I die.
Monday, September 21, 2009
As you may or may not know, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I thought I'd bring it up early so that you can get a jump start on thinking of ways you might be able to help. Whether it's something as small as putting a pink ribbon on your twitter avatar or something as big as becoming an advocate, it's a worthy cause to get behind. I highly recommend the Susan G. Komen site.
Also, I wanted to provide the link to a story done by Campbell Brown of CNN about a mom who got fired for breastfeeding in the work place. If you're a breastfeeding mom, have ever been, or plan to be, you owe it to yourself to watch this!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Since grad school has started and towards the end of undergrad, I had perfected the art of bullshitting. I like to call it "rhetoric." (This is to annoy my classmates who may be reading this.) My memory is about as long as that of a goldfish. I believe I've posted about this before. So, if I sit down to read an assigned text, not only will I not remember what I read five minutes later or which text said what, but I am so bored I want to stab out my left eye with a stick. And there's something about me that abhors boredom. So, I have since adopted the philosophy that my goal will be to get the same grade as my friends who read 24/7, but I will not actually read. So far it has worked perfectly! One of the major differences I've found in grad school is that professors appreciate the value of discussion over most everything else. By discussion, they figure out if you understand what you're learning/reading. And you can bet I'm always one of the first to raise my hand and I'm a huge participant in all discussions... but I don't read the assignments. I like to think I just learn quickly and know a little about a lot.
Now I'm starting to sound cocky, so I'll move on. I've also made several friends. I love it! And we've started a weekly Wednesday night gathering where every Wednesday we go out after class and hang until the wee hours. This works great for me because I get to sleep in on Thursday mornings. Plus, by the time I would have returned home from class, the kids would be asleep anyway.
Last night was the first week of said shindiggery and it was a blast. Fortunately, what happens in Macomb stays in Macomb, but I will say that I had the pleasure of my first field sobriety test and I passed! Hooray! Being arrested is on my bucket list, but I'm saving that until I can pass it off as being a "crazy old lady." Speaking of bucket lists, sometime before I die I want to save a pig that is on the way to be slaughtered.
Okay, time to pay some bills and do some reviews!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
1 can tuna (drained)
1 can cream of mushroom
1 package of mac and cheese (any kind- can even use the kind that has the cheese sauce)
frozen peas or corn
Prepare the mac and cheese according to package instructions. Add cream of mushroom and tuna. Mix together. Throw in onions and any other optional ingredients you want. Keep on low on burner until everything is heated through. If you want you can throw it in the oven for a thicker sauce and to melt shredded cheese if you added it.
That's it! It's super easy and tastes yummy! Everyone in my family likes it.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Let me tell you a little bit about a typical week for me. I'm not whining or complaining or expecting pity, just saying! Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I leave for school at 10:30am. I get home from work/school at around 9pm. The only break I get during this time is about an hour and a half between work and class. Sunday I work and am gone for 5 hours. Throughout the rest of the week, I have stuff I sell on ebay, I have to write reviews of the stuff being sent to me, read for school, do homework, respond to emails and promote my blog/socialize on Twitter to keep the followers coming.
Then, add to this the fact that I have a 19 month old and a three year old. I get up with them every morning and take them to daycare the three days I have class. I also have everything that's associated with children/household management. There's laundry, cooking, cleaning, picking up toys, playing with the kids, doctor appointments, grocery buying, dishes and so on and so on.
I thrive on being busy, but sometimes I feel like I have to pick and choose what I have time to do. Plus, I want to be able to socialize from time to time as well, but it is a rarity. I want to make sure to give plenty of time to my family, but in order to do so, I find myself going to bed later and later every night or waking up at 4am and not being able to go to sleep because I have so much stuff I feel I could be doing instead.
Okay, so maybe this sounds like a complaint, but I guess I'm just venting. I know it was my choice to go back to school and I feel it is an absolute must if I ever want to make decent money. It's just unfortunate that no one cares about how much "stress" I'm under but me... if only I had a maid, babysitter and chef living in my home, it might be a little easier.
Thanks for listening to me rant!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
As I've gotten older, I've learned that I want to be an anti-hoarder. Now my parents have many great attributes, but organization is not one of them. I'll spare the details of their clutter, but it has scared me out of being a hoarder. I notice on the show that most people who hoard have some psychological reason for it that needs to be resolved in order to let go. For instance, I remember one man who refused to give away anything that reminded him of his dead mother because memories was all he had. I feel him. I used to absolutely refuse to part with anything my mom gave me because I felt guilty if I did.
I'm over it.
I loooooove getting rid of stuff! Be it the Salvation Army, ebay or the trash can, I'm constantly looking for things to get rid of. Unfortunately, there's too much stuff that I can't get rid of because it is not mine or I need it for school, cleaning, etc.
Last week we started going through our hall closets that were packed. Each year I find myself more and more willing to let go and it makes cleaning that much nicer. At some point we hope to tear this house down and put up a new one, so not having all the junk lying around will make moving so much easier.
Do you watch Hoarders, know of any hoarders or are you a hoarder yourself? I'd love to hear some horror stories!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Today is the beginning of National Child Protection Week. I received a forward that reminded me of it and it held a very powerful poem and photos inside that I wanted to share with my readers. All children deserve to be loved and sometimes it takes outsiders to protect them from those that are supposed to be giving them the world. There are many organizations out there that have more information about helping prevent child abuse, NAPCAN is one. Please, please, please don't let child abuse go unreported!!!
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
then maybe my Mommy
would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all,
I can't do a wrong
or else I'm locked up
all the day long.
When I wake I'm all alone
the house is dark
my folks aren't home.
When my Mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
so maybe I'll get just
one whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
my daddy is back
from Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
my name he calls
I press myself
against the wall.
I try and hide
from his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
he shouts ugly words,
he says its my fault
that he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
and yells at me more,
I finally get free
and I run for the door.
He's already locked it
and I start to bawl,
he takes me and throws me
against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
with my bones nearly broken,
and my daddy continues
with more bad words spoken.
'I'm sorry!' I scream
but its now much too late
his face has been twisted
into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
again and again
oh please God, have mercy!
oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
and heads for the door,
while I lay there motionless
sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
and I am but three,
tonight my daddy
Gayle Jones Staples, 1975 ?
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The letter goes as follows:
I am writing to say what an excellent product you have! I've used it all of my married life, as my mom always told me it was the best. Now that I am in my forties I find it even better!
In fact, about a month ago, I spilled some red wine on my new white blouse. My inconsiderate and uncaring husband started to belittle me about how clumsy I was, and generally started becoming a pain in the neck. One thing led to another and somehow I ended up with his blood on my new white blouse! I grabbed my bottle of Tide with bleach alternative, and to my surprise and satisfaction, all of the stains came out! In fact, the stains came out so well the detectives who came by yesterday told me that the DNA tests on my blouse Were inconclusive and then my attorney called and said that I was no longer considered a suspect in the disappearance of my husband.
What a relief! Going through Menopause is bad enough without being a murder suspect! I thank you, once again, for having a great product. Well, gotta go. Have to write to the Hefty bag people."
The original email was sent by:
And I don't know if she wrote it or found it and started forwarding... kudos to whomever is the author, though!
Friday, September 4, 2009
And apparently once upon a time (or last year) they made a video about it... check it out!!!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
As a person who commutes from a small town in Iowa to Macomb, Illinois as a student/worker at Western Illinois University, I find myself traveling HWY 136 most days of the week. Road rage is such a small potatoes term to the feelings that I get driving on this meager two lane stretch to Carthage where I (thank you, Jesus) get on a 4 lane expressway that takes me all the way to Macomb.
Upon my travels, I find myself getting stuck on said two lane behind people going about 10 miles under the speed limit. Of course I would love to pass them, but being that it is only a two lane, and oncoming cars and semis are constantly approaching, I find myself gripping the steering wheel and wondering, "why oh why, state of Illinois, do you not make this road a four lane?!"
Not only that, but have you just tucked Western Illinois University off in a corner and forgotten about it? The nearest airport to Macomb is in Peoria, but since it is only two lane most of the way, people generally choose to drive farther to Moline in order to enjoy the four lane. And apparently WIU finds many an invitee lost or uninterested in visiting our lovely university due to the randomness of its location and the dreadful two lanes that surround it.
So, please, get on the ball, Illinois! Don't you realize that a four lane is an investment? Just driving to Monmouth makes me want to stab my own eyeballs out! With more four lanes, perhaps people will want to spend more time at these Universities, shopping places and perhaps even just drive around and enjoy the corn and cows!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
How I love you so.
You came into my world
and made it a better place.
The ability to become aware
Each time I get a new email
No matter where I am
is like magic with each vibration.
Your intelligence overwhelms me
I'm a bit frightened by it.
Our stolen moments
under a desk
Nervously hoping not to get caught...
at the movies
lying in bed at night
You haunt me
with your blinking red light
and your come hither calls...
You complete me.
Friday, August 28, 2009
But what I love about about money is making it... my own way. I think one of the coolest things in life is figuring out innovative ways to earn money. Then I feel like I made the money using my brain, which then inflates my ego, which then makes people hate me... oh, wait, I don't want people to hate me- so I'll leave the ego inflation to a minimum.
Case in point, in fifth grade, I had quite the collection of VHS tapes. In my mind, it made a lot of sense to share the wealth with my fellow classmates. I typed up a list of all my movies and allowed my classmates to rent them for two nights for fifty cents. It was quite a lucrative experience and not one VHS tape went unreturned.
Now, as an adult, I don't find too many people that want to rent VHS tapes from me for fifty cents, lol. Although I have been trying to convince Netflix to compete with Redbox by offering individual rentals with a credit card on their website. Redbox charges $1 for ONE night. And of course, their selection is very limited. So, if Netflix would charge $1 for unlimited nights, I definitely think it would appeal to people because they also have HUGE selection of DVDs and it would come to your door. Anyone else think this is a genius idea? I try to tell them, but they ignore me... meanie heads.
Last thing I want to mention is just that currently my fave ways to make money with my brain are on ebay (finding cheap obscure things to buy and then selling them high on ebay) and finding ways to make money on my blog that aren't things like Google AdSense (does ANYONE make money off that?!) and picking and choosing what I review. I know that's not innovative, but I like giving my opinion and making money off it.
But, I definitely don't want to be some rich person who thinks life is great once you have money. I know that's not the case- how many rich people smile non-stop and never cry? I just want a nice, ranch style house with a basement, one beat up truck and one functioning car for road tripping. Life is far greater when you make your own happiness instead of trying to find it through materialistic endeavors.
Monday, August 24, 2009
I like having them, I like seeing people who have them. I think that it is an artistic expression of individuality. Unfortunately, I know that not everyone feels the same way that I do.
Case in point, my dad. When I got my first tattoos, he did not even speak to me about it. He ignored it (my mom said hoping it would wash off) and never once did we speak of it. And it wasn't as if it wasn't somewhere easy to see, it was on my foot and I am a flip flop loving person! He is one of those people that thinks that because you have a tattoo, that means you are not as good as someone who may have no tattoos.
Now, he is not the only one that I know that feels this way. There are some people that stigmatize those with tattoos in the same way that you would discriminate against someone based on their race, hair color, eye color, you name it. Just because I choose to have tattoos, I am not a different person. I'm an educated, friendly, moral being who happens to think that they are fun and a great way to show off your individuality!
So, yesterday we were grilling out with my in-laws and my father-in-law hates hates HATES tattoos- and is quite vocal about it. He about flipped his lid when he saw my husband's first tattoo and everyone he has received thereafter. So we were outside when my sister-in-law was talking about needles and she let it slip that she had seen us get our tattoos. (She went with us for one of our sessions because she said she thought it would be fun to watch.) My father-in-law freaked... and it was one of those, I'm so angry, the best thing to do is just stare type of deals. How dare we take his "innocent" little 17 year old baby girl to a horrid, irreputable, repulsive tattoo parlor!
Basically, my point in this topic was just how it is too bad that people are judged on whether or not they have tattoos, as if that makes them less of a person... have you had similar experiences or know someone who feels as though all bearers or tattoos are heathens?
Friday, August 21, 2009
I am super excited about getting my masters! And this job sounds like it will be fun and interesting, plus I've already met several people who I like, some who work with me and/or have classes with me.
Monday will be my first class and this semester I have a night class Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights. So, since WIU is about an hour drive for me, I'll be away from home from 11am to 9pm three days a week. It will be a challenge, but I love being busy and I look at it as a well deserved break from my kids.
I will try to keep up on blogging so no one goes through withdrawal!
It is also nice being in a grad program where I don't have to listen to trampy freshmen girls talk about how drunk they got the night before. I experience way too much of that the first time I went to WIU. I've burned all my clothes from back then because I was sure they were covered in herpes, lol.
Anyway, just wanted to catch you guys up on what's going on with me and I'll keep you posted on how school is going!
And I hope all you moms with school age children did not cry too much seeing your little ones off this week. I still have a couple years before my oldest is ready for kindergarten, but I'm sure she'll love school like I did!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Apparently Ryan, one of the millionaires on the show is suspected of murdering his wife, a former playboy model. Apparently he married her in Vegas 2 days after meeting her and her body was found in a suitcase in a dumpster. I believe they said he has fled and there is a manhunt on for him.
I found the article via people.
I'm hoping that this is a temporary cancellation, but I doubt that's gonna happen. I'm assuming they can no longer show any episodes that he is in and who knows how long he lasted. Plus, if there's a trial, etc., it takes forever, so this show is probably on some permanent hiatus. Huge bummer! Luckily I can get my skank indulgence fix from Real Chance of Love since it started two weeks ago!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Now, I appreciate the family meal... I appreciated the good food. But, one thing I disagreed with is that we HAD to eat every bite on our plate before we left the table. And if we didn't like it, too bad. Now, my mom thinks that's an exaggeration, but you remember these things from childhood as they are somewhat traumatizing! (I think my siblings could back me up on this.) But it always seemed to get down to my dad and I sitting at the table long after everyone had left. He watched TV and waited... and waited... for me to finish my supper. I'd outlast him and he would have to use the bathroom or go in the living room cause his show was on. Then I would quickly throw most of what was left out to the dogs and act like I was finishing it when he came back.
Being a parent now, there are all kinds of options on how to feed my kids. But, I'm still a meat and potatoes girl at heart and my husband is too. He could live without the vegetables, though. So, most meals will consist of a meat, a carb and either a fruit or vegetable. I try to throw dairy in there as well. (Cheese is the best!)
A is such a difficult eater! She is a snacker and doesn't eat much at a time. I'm okay with this for the most part, because I'm pretty sure studies are saying that three meals a day is not really the way to go. But the problem is that she only wants to eat junk food. I'm not a big fan of junk food, so I either don't buy much of it (which is hard with a man who likes his ice cream, chips and donuts), or I put it where she can't get to it. Otherwise she'd choose junk over healthy food anytime.
Supper is very difficult. If I make something she doesn't remember or recognize she automatically says, "I don't like it." We hate hearing that! Our response is, "you don't know you don't like it cause you haven't tried it!" If you're familiar with the Yo Gabba Gabba episode there's a song that sings, "Try it, you'll like it..." And "there's a party in my tummy, so yummy, so yummy!" Anyway, we always make her TRY one bite of something. If she doesn't like it, she doesn't have to eat it, but usually she likes it. But getting her to eat more than 3 bites is like pulling teeth. She will tell you she's done and then 20 minutes later ask for junk food because we gave her plate to the cats outside.
She doesn't get the junk food, but we give her a healthy alternative. Sometimes we make her eat a certain amount before she can get down, but that brings me back to the days of having to sit long periods of time at the table when I was young. Sure, we don't make the kids clean their plates (L will eat anything not bolted to the floor!) but is it okay to make her eat a certain amount?
Do any other parents have problems with this and what do you do?
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Since an early age, I've been a huge felinophile. (I just made that up.) The very first cats I remember having were Princess and Muffin. I was maybe 4 or 5, I think. Since then, I can't remember a time in my life that I didn't have cats. They just enthrall me so! And don't get me started on kittens. I want to kiss them, hug them, eat their faces off!
Currently we have ELEVEN kittens! Before you sic PETA on me, let me explain. We live out in the country and our outdoor cats are "barn cats" but are spoiled rotten. I have friends who tell me they can't believe they are outdoor cats because they look so clean and healthy. Anyway, we have a gazillion dog houses for them and they are quite pampered for "mousers."
So lately I will tell my family that I am going outside to do something and not come back for half an hour because I will just sit and watch the kittens play. Is this something normal 27-year-old's do? If not, I'm in trouble.
And then, there's our indoor cat whose name is Koala, but we always call her "gray kitty." Why is she so lucky to get to be inside? Well, she's a genius! She housebroke herself to the doggy door and we have no litter box inside! She will either use the doggy door or wait by the back door and meow. Can't beat that!
Below you will see three pictures that show my lifelong love affair with cats. Two are from when I was like 3 or 4 and the other is my senior picture. Enjoy!