This weekend has been spent with my good friend Rebecca, whom i've known for many years and still have a great friendship with even though there was a seven or so year gap there a while ago, and Pat, whom i've only met twice. While we didn't go drinking which was planned, we did have some extremely amusing times:
Porch conversations: (Becca, i believe your porch is becoming famous)
preface: talking about the local cats where one of them had recently caught a baby rabbit.
Pat: the cats are keeping the population down of the hutches
Rebecca and I don't really say anything
Pat: is that what they call them, hutches of rabbits? oh no, hutches are what you put them in.
we all laugh.
Pat: well i decree that they will now be called hutches. Because I said so and it is so in the world of pat. It should be like that because that's what you put them in so that's what they should be called. {Pat sorry if i'm fubbing this a little bit}
we determine that the world of pat extends not even quite a full arms legnth around said Pat.
A little bit later i noticed there was a pair of shoes off the deck that looked like they had been there for a while.
Me: there are shoes down there
Becca: yeah, they've probably been downt there for about a year
Me: maybe they had babbies while they were down there. [all laugh] Pat, so are they called closets of shoes because that's what we put them in?
[lots of laughing]
Pat: score 1 for Anne
Later: [playing Soul Calper and Pat is on a winning streak with Kilik after Rebecca distinctly told him to not play kilik]
I decided to try my own hand at Kilik. what happens; Pat is pOwned! and i win the next 5 fights. My reason "i have a lot of rage"
Even later: [playing World of Warcraft where i'm in an area i shouldn't be and dying a LOT]
after dying....again...."you know what!?!?! MMMM!" i turned around to Rebecca and Pat "sometimes, that just says it all doesn't it?" they laugh and say yup.
Even later than that: [once i finally realize that Quest Helper doesn't send me to the most logicial places for my level first but to the most effiecient path (which tells me to go fight a monster 3 levels above me FIRST)
"whoever made quest helper needs to die a firey death....well maybe not. but they definetly need to get their thumbs screwed for this!!!"
pat: that doesn't sound comfortable
That's about all i can think of except, for the first time while at Rebecca's crashing for the night, Kitty did not see my toes as prey and attack me in the middle of the night. Though she did walk up and sit on my ass and proceede to wash herself at 6am....-_-
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Finally can do this without crying
A week has gone by since my boyfriend of 2 years and 2 months (minus five days) decided to call it splits. Before this it was too hard for me to write about anything regarding this event without crying.
Joe is going back to Wisconsin where he's from in order to pursue some schooling to better his future. I'm not going with him. The split is as simple as that.
We're still friends, as best as we know how. We still can talk and we do, about things like this as that, how our day went. Having talked to him every day for about the last 3 years, it's been hard to suddenly not have that every day "brain dump". I think that's probably one of the things i'll miss the most. Having to hold onto all my thoughts, both dark and light again. Not having someone to listen without judgement. The trust i placed in him will be hard to move on from, but i know i can.
Joe is a good man. I harbor no anger towards him and i wish him the best for his future. We were not ment to be and we both knew that.
My friends have been a great source of support for me, a few more so than even my family. In this week, i've cried more over a boy than i have ever before, telling me just how lucky i was to have such a great guy who could touch my heart even from a long distance and that i can still be friends with him.
Perhaps this is getting sappy and pathetic for some to read, but this is more of a final release for me. I'm getting back to my normal personality, the optomistic, perky, hyper, sassy smart ass now. While i'll still continue to miss what i had, the encouragable pragmatist in me will keep reminding me that my future is elsewhere and that i'll continue gathering friends like Joe along the way.
Joe is going back to Wisconsin where he's from in order to pursue some schooling to better his future. I'm not going with him. The split is as simple as that.
We're still friends, as best as we know how. We still can talk and we do, about things like this as that, how our day went. Having talked to him every day for about the last 3 years, it's been hard to suddenly not have that every day "brain dump". I think that's probably one of the things i'll miss the most. Having to hold onto all my thoughts, both dark and light again. Not having someone to listen without judgement. The trust i placed in him will be hard to move on from, but i know i can.
Joe is a good man. I harbor no anger towards him and i wish him the best for his future. We were not ment to be and we both knew that.
My friends have been a great source of support for me, a few more so than even my family. In this week, i've cried more over a boy than i have ever before, telling me just how lucky i was to have such a great guy who could touch my heart even from a long distance and that i can still be friends with him.
Perhaps this is getting sappy and pathetic for some to read, but this is more of a final release for me. I'm getting back to my normal personality, the optomistic, perky, hyper, sassy smart ass now. While i'll still continue to miss what i had, the encouragable pragmatist in me will keep reminding me that my future is elsewhere and that i'll continue gathering friends like Joe along the way.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Pet sitting, the ultimate weight loss strategy
Who would have thought that the best trainer I could possibly have is a dog.
Though not just any dog seeing as I have a miniature poodle who is good for nothing but being terrified of a leaf, keeping your feet warm as a travel size hot water bottle (that follows you around non the less), and hogging the bed.
No, the dog I am referring to is Ozzie, the Australian Shepard. He is about 5 or so years old, a beautiful brown and white color, an enormous pink tongue, and energy to rival a pack of 8 year old boys.
While his family is out on vacation until tonight, I've been taking care of said dog and a cat (who is too lofty to listen to what I say even when I bribe her with treats and toys). Part of the arrangement was to take Ozzie to the dog park every day.
Ozzie LOVES the dog park, and I can't say that I mind it all that much especially with the regionally unusual nice weather. Between skipping breakfast to let him out in the morning, spending half my lunch throwing the ball to Ozzie in the back yard, and then running around after him at the dog park, I have no time to eat!
See Ozzie is probably one of the smartest dogs i know. You take him for a walk, and he'll want you to throw the ball to the exclusion even of sniffing other dog's butts. JUST THROW THE BALL! Once you throw the ball, he'll sort of run back to you and drop it on the path in front of where you're walking. He'll do his business, possibly pay a dog or two a little mind, but by the time you walk up to where he dropped the ball....he's waiting for you to throw it again.
However, when i tried to steer him back to the car, Ozzie tried a new ploy. Instead of putting the ball down in front of me...he runs by me and drops it behind me away from the car. When that ploy didn't work because, i needed to pick up the girls soon, he decided to run away and hide from me in some very tall grass. Every time i got him into my sight...he would look at me like "see, isn't this more fun?" Then take off again.
I finally got him back on the leash and dropped off last night.
I checked my weight this morning; since starting to pet sit Ozzie....I've lost 6 lbs in 5 days...............*begrudgingly thanks Ozzie with a treat*
Though not just any dog seeing as I have a miniature poodle who is good for nothing but being terrified of a leaf, keeping your feet warm as a travel size hot water bottle (that follows you around non the less), and hogging the bed.
No, the dog I am referring to is Ozzie, the Australian Shepard. He is about 5 or so years old, a beautiful brown and white color, an enormous pink tongue, and energy to rival a pack of 8 year old boys.
While his family is out on vacation until tonight, I've been taking care of said dog and a cat (who is too lofty to listen to what I say even when I bribe her with treats and toys). Part of the arrangement was to take Ozzie to the dog park every day.
Ozzie LOVES the dog park, and I can't say that I mind it all that much especially with the regionally unusual nice weather. Between skipping breakfast to let him out in the morning, spending half my lunch throwing the ball to Ozzie in the back yard, and then running around after him at the dog park, I have no time to eat!
See Ozzie is probably one of the smartest dogs i know. You take him for a walk, and he'll want you to throw the ball to the exclusion even of sniffing other dog's butts. JUST THROW THE BALL! Once you throw the ball, he'll sort of run back to you and drop it on the path in front of where you're walking. He'll do his business, possibly pay a dog or two a little mind, but by the time you walk up to where he dropped the ball....he's waiting for you to throw it again.
However, when i tried to steer him back to the car, Ozzie tried a new ploy. Instead of putting the ball down in front of me...he runs by me and drops it behind me away from the car. When that ploy didn't work because, i needed to pick up the girls soon, he decided to run away and hide from me in some very tall grass. Every time i got him into my sight...he would look at me like "see, isn't this more fun?" Then take off again.
I finally got him back on the leash and dropped off last night.
I checked my weight this morning; since starting to pet sit Ozzie....I've lost 6 lbs in 5 days...............*begrudgingly thanks Ozzie with a treat*
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
On Moving out, my imaginary tattoo, and my sister
There are a number of things circling around in my head today. The most prominant of them being about moving out.
I've been living with my parents my whole life. Having gone from high school straight into a college about 15 minutes away, getting my own place in this area (where prices are unbeliveable) just didn't make sense. Now that I'm off from school, with my AA in hand....it's time to move out....before my mother and I kill eachother from territorial nonsense.
I found an ad on Craigslist and immediatly liked my potential roommate and her primadona cat named Shadow upon meeting them. This is a big thing because normally I'm not a cat person at all. Bigger still is that normally I'm not very good at getting along with girls right away. I grew up with guys and I'm a tomboy. But this girl and I hit it off right away.
Now the irony is this: She and I took a pottery class from the same teacher. Not too suprising because Lars is the only pottery teacher at our college. What's more is that our mothers used to work together and were friends. I had never met this girl no her mother. So how odd is that.
As usual I'll throw in that "I"M SO EXCITED TO MOVE OUT" bit. but I'm sure most people are getting tired of hearing it so we'll leave it there and I'll go back to picking out things for my appartment to be.
In other news/stream-of-conciousness:
I've been wanting to get a tattoo for a long long time. Trouble is, I'm scared of needles and the pain they cause. Also that I've been too indecisive as to what I want a tattoo of that I wisely chose to decline that rebellious urge. However over the last few years, I fell in love with an image and actually stuck to loving it. I've never seen it since but it is firmly lodged in my brain. Eventually when I manage to unlodge it and spit it out through my fingers onto paper/ get it scanned /learn how to put it up on here....I will. However until then a description will have to suffice:
It's a tiger, orange and black, walking down in that predatory stance. Like it's balancing on a narrow branch and it's body is higher than it's head in a beautifully curved line starting with it's tail and ending with the paw that it's advancing on. And it's staring right at you almost as if it's stalking you, the prey. I want a waterfall like image behind it. and the branch it will be walking on will have cherry blossoms on it. (bet most of you who think you know me didn't see that part comming muahahah) And where will this be, you might ask? On my shoulder/back just next to my shoulder blade. Even if i wern't afraid of the pain from the needles, it probably would still be rather small spaning maybe 5 inches across the longest point. I'd let it fade gradually as well, almost as if it trickled down my back.
As it is, I even put off getting shots and giving blood because there's that single prick. So i doubt that this tattoo will become a reality any time in the near future. Besides, knowing me, I would want to watch the tattoo artist like a hawk (or a tiger) to make sure they did it just right. And getting it on the back might make that hard.I feel sorry for whoever might agree to do this for me.
I love the concept of body art when it's done in an artful or meaningful way. Doing it because there's some random trend going around doesn't qualify as art. Perhaps I'll muster up the courage or drop the idea from my brain entirely. Who knows at this point.
Lastly of the things that are on my mind that I'll actually write about in this post is my sister. My sister is seeing a guy and "kind of " really likes him. She went over to his place which is a typical bachelor pad (go figure). My sister is a neat freak and what she deems as "dirty" would normally be just cluttered to normal people. So when he said that she wouldn't want to see the bedroom because she was already critisizing his main living area (gee, i don't blame him). She responds to him with this: "I bet my sister's room (me -_-) is worse." Not only did that upset me, but I was genuinely insulted. So now this guy whenever I might meet him will have a negative "slob" connotation in his mind about me.
To set the record straight. My room is cluttered, no doubt. I live currently in a 9x9 room with a 4 foot closet. And that's where ALL my belongings are. There just plain old isn't enough room to spread out. Like my sister does in her 1 bedroom apartment with storage locker as well. So yes, my room does look messy at first glance. However, clean clothes are on one side of the room, and dirty are in a hamper ready for me to go do laundry. That's the closest it comes to dirty.
So now i don't know how to handle my sister. Obviously she has very little regard for me in this sense as to insult me to someone whom i will probably meet at some point. Were i to tell someone about her that she was a neurotic neat freak with obsessive compulsive tendencies that go way out of control leading her to be cleaning at 3am because the bathroom she just cleaned yesterday is dirty and she can't sleep. Yes it's true, but she would jump down my throat about something like that as being rude.
On the flip side of all of this (you will realize as time goes on that there are two sides of me, Rational and emotional) Do I really care what this random guy thinks about me? No. Does my nerotic sister's opion about my room matter? No. Am I going to change my behavior which has worked for 21 years so far because of this? No. So why does this bother me?....i have no idea... but it does and i need to do something about it.
Anyway that's the tip of the iceberg for now...
I've been living with my parents my whole life. Having gone from high school straight into a college about 15 minutes away, getting my own place in this area (where prices are unbeliveable) just didn't make sense. Now that I'm off from school, with my AA in hand....it's time to move out....before my mother and I kill eachother from territorial nonsense.
I found an ad on Craigslist and immediatly liked my potential roommate and her primadona cat named Shadow upon meeting them. This is a big thing because normally I'm not a cat person at all. Bigger still is that normally I'm not very good at getting along with girls right away. I grew up with guys and I'm a tomboy. But this girl and I hit it off right away.
Now the irony is this: She and I took a pottery class from the same teacher. Not too suprising because Lars is the only pottery teacher at our college. What's more is that our mothers used to work together and were friends. I had never met this girl no her mother. So how odd is that.
As usual I'll throw in that "I"M SO EXCITED TO MOVE OUT" bit. but I'm sure most people are getting tired of hearing it so we'll leave it there and I'll go back to picking out things for my appartment to be.
In other news/stream-of-conciousness:
I've been wanting to get a tattoo for a long long time. Trouble is, I'm scared of needles and the pain they cause. Also that I've been too indecisive as to what I want a tattoo of that I wisely chose to decline that rebellious urge. However over the last few years, I fell in love with an image and actually stuck to loving it. I've never seen it since but it is firmly lodged in my brain. Eventually when I manage to unlodge it and spit it out through my fingers onto paper/ get it scanned /learn how to put it up on here....I will. However until then a description will have to suffice:
It's a tiger, orange and black, walking down in that predatory stance. Like it's balancing on a narrow branch and it's body is higher than it's head in a beautifully curved line starting with it's tail and ending with the paw that it's advancing on. And it's staring right at you almost as if it's stalking you, the prey. I want a waterfall like image behind it. and the branch it will be walking on will have cherry blossoms on it. (bet most of you who think you know me didn't see that part comming muahahah) And where will this be, you might ask? On my shoulder/back just next to my shoulder blade. Even if i wern't afraid of the pain from the needles, it probably would still be rather small spaning maybe 5 inches across the longest point. I'd let it fade gradually as well, almost as if it trickled down my back.
As it is, I even put off getting shots and giving blood because there's that single prick. So i doubt that this tattoo will become a reality any time in the near future. Besides, knowing me, I would want to watch the tattoo artist like a hawk (or a tiger) to make sure they did it just right. And getting it on the back might make that hard.I feel sorry for whoever might agree to do this for me.
I love the concept of body art when it's done in an artful or meaningful way. Doing it because there's some random trend going around doesn't qualify as art. Perhaps I'll muster up the courage or drop the idea from my brain entirely. Who knows at this point.
Lastly of the things that are on my mind that I'll actually write about in this post is my sister. My sister is seeing a guy and "kind of " really likes him. She went over to his place which is a typical bachelor pad (go figure). My sister is a neat freak and what she deems as "dirty" would normally be just cluttered to normal people. So when he said that she wouldn't want to see the bedroom because she was already critisizing his main living area (gee, i don't blame him). She responds to him with this: "I bet my sister's room (me -_-) is worse." Not only did that upset me, but I was genuinely insulted. So now this guy whenever I might meet him will have a negative "slob" connotation in his mind about me.
To set the record straight. My room is cluttered, no doubt. I live currently in a 9x9 room with a 4 foot closet. And that's where ALL my belongings are. There just plain old isn't enough room to spread out. Like my sister does in her 1 bedroom apartment with storage locker as well. So yes, my room does look messy at first glance. However, clean clothes are on one side of the room, and dirty are in a hamper ready for me to go do laundry. That's the closest it comes to dirty.
So now i don't know how to handle my sister. Obviously she has very little regard for me in this sense as to insult me to someone whom i will probably meet at some point. Were i to tell someone about her that she was a neurotic neat freak with obsessive compulsive tendencies that go way out of control leading her to be cleaning at 3am because the bathroom she just cleaned yesterday is dirty and she can't sleep. Yes it's true, but she would jump down my throat about something like that as being rude.
On the flip side of all of this (you will realize as time goes on that there are two sides of me, Rational and emotional) Do I really care what this random guy thinks about me? No. Does my nerotic sister's opion about my room matter? No. Am I going to change my behavior which has worked for 21 years so far because of this? No. So why does this bother me?....i have no idea... but it does and i need to do something about it.
Anyway that's the tip of the iceberg for now...
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Introduction
Perhaps this would be a good time to introduce myself being my first blog and all. I am Anne. I'm an unusual 21 year old. I'm 5'4" and curvey. That's a nice way of saying I have that extra va va voom :) I don't fit into any stereotypical box you can probably think of except that I'm an artist. I'm a fiesty redhead, not natrually so but I should hae been. I come from an itallian/ukranian/mutt family who probably will be the source for many of my future posts. oh yeah, and I am an incorragiable pragmatist.
The reason I'm starting this blog is to get rid of the drama I don't need from my old blog and the group of friends on there with a few exceptions. I'm tired of people wanting my sympathy and nothing more all the time. Life goes up and goes down. You'll see that even in my life as you read. It's never constantly down unless you let it be.
So this is me. Personality, I'm a camelion, i have a tendency to blend in with whomever i'm with and get along with anyone. I'm a smart-ass, sassy and suprisingly hyper. I'm the person at work who to break the mood of a gloomy day will start dancing to the intercom music and makes the first wise crack of the day. I like to believe that while my antics may bring smiles, I'm one of the truest friend anyone can have and have the ability, however rarely it comes out, to be serious if necessary. I have a family that loves me, friends that make me laugh...or to laugh at me, and a passion for life, all by itself.
The reason I'm starting this blog is to get rid of the drama I don't need from my old blog and the group of friends on there with a few exceptions. I'm tired of people wanting my sympathy and nothing more all the time. Life goes up and goes down. You'll see that even in my life as you read. It's never constantly down unless you let it be.
So this is me. Personality, I'm a camelion, i have a tendency to blend in with whomever i'm with and get along with anyone. I'm a smart-ass, sassy and suprisingly hyper. I'm the person at work who to break the mood of a gloomy day will start dancing to the intercom music and makes the first wise crack of the day. I like to believe that while my antics may bring smiles, I'm one of the truest friend anyone can have and have the ability, however rarely it comes out, to be serious if necessary. I have a family that loves me, friends that make me laugh...or to laugh at me, and a passion for life, all by itself.
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