Sunday, January 25, 2009

10 True Things About Me, Honest.



That's me. My first Christmas with Greg's family. Look at the hair! Just thought I'd share that with you all today.

I was informally tagged to do a MEME by both Ree at The Hotfessional and Calicobebop. Check 'em, Honestly. You'll giggle. But be sure to come back though.

Please?

I'm supposed to tell you all 10 honest things about me. (Like there isn't enough you already never wanted to know or hear from me).

1 - I always told people I hated peppers and zucchini. It wasn't until I was in my 20's that I actually TRIED them and realized they are some of the best veggies EVER.

2 - I don't always answer the phone when you call. Sometimes I see it, but I choose to stare at it until I miss the call and then I'm all "Oops, I missed a call!"

3 - Which is kind of a continuation of #2. I love to talk, but really, not really. I love to talk to my friends, but I'm not all that interested in talking to people I'm not madly wild about. I think it's this "I'm not sharing with you because I don't know you from Adam" syndrome. I'm not that into sharing, which involves trust. And I don't have a whole lot of that to go around any more.

4 - I worry some times that I will come home to find a cat who died while I was at work and I'm not so sure that I won't run screaming from the house all the way to Greg's office, bursting through the doors screaming "He's DEAD!" and bawling my eyes out. It's a seriously honest fear I have. What the HELL would I do if one of them died while Greg was out of town? I'd call someone and leave the house. After throwing a blanket over said cat first, of course.

5 - I'm not all that into people who swear they know everything and everything about rock music. And tell you about it. Or talk about the members of every band ever formed. I tend to mistrust them because in my experience, these people have turned out to be douche bags. (No lie.)

6 - Holy crap, only at #6. Only 4 more to go, I suppose. -
I put lotion on in the shower after every shower. Aveeno Daily Moisturizing or Kiss My Face. And I still have dry skin. It makes no sense.

7 - I wear the same sized pants as my boyfriend. He wears a 30-32 and I wear an 8. I can wear his jeans. But he won't let me. Bastard.

8 - I once thought I had killed my friend's dog while driving past her house in a snow storm. I was driving home from work and it was a white out. I thought I'd hit something, like a pothole, but didn't see anything when I stopped. A week later I heard someone hit their dog. I thought it was me for the LONGEST time until I talked to her sister and the dog had died a different night than I'd been driving by. (Phew!)

9 - I went tanning because for 4 days I was soaking in a hot tub. And I didn't need my white ass on parade for the world to see. There was enough of that at Halloween. :)

and last but certainly not least...

10 - I Love Sloppy Joes! If I had to eat one meal for the rest of my life, it would be sloppy joes. I'm actually eating one for lunch right now and it's just plain scrumptious.

And on to my tags -

Nicole
Jessie to the Lo
and
Maureen!

And tomorrow I'll update with some ski trip pictures! And one of the gnarly bruise I was given while 'riding' the T-bar. Sweetness!


Are you a who-ore?

There's this test. Over here. It's a test to see how you compare to other women or men in your area. How so? Well, check it out and let me know your results.

And I'm taking the test... now...

HOLY HELL! I'm a slut.

5 more than average for my hometown.

I'm re-taking it again to see how I compare to my current town.

Yeah, I'm still a slut.

Jeebus.

That test is RIGGED I tell ya!

Rigged!

(I hope)

Well, that's all I'll have for you until I return from the ski trip! I bet everyone will enjoy the silence. :)

Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.

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Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
- John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"

I read this blog today, reading everything I could get my mouse to click on about her nephew Tanner. I'm sitting here, in my office, with a cat on my lap, crying into my bathrobe sleeve.

Grab your Kleenex and go read about Tanner. When you're done, come back so we can talk some more.

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I wonder; why am I now, in my late twenties, a planner, saver and thinker-aheader, when I never was growing up?

I was the girl who opened the gates and seized the day. (ten bucks to the first person who can tell me what I'm quoting from) I was the gal who made no plans other than I'll be there when I'm there. Last minute movie, shopping trip, trip to Chicago? I'm your girl.

Is it maturity or anxiety? Planning definitely causes me more anxiety, but actually having plans causes my anxieties to disappear. Do I plan ahead because I'm being fiscally responsible or because I'm afraid I only have so much time to get it all done in and don't want to miss out on anything because of poor planning?

This is something I've struggled with recently - the "I will not die when I'm 36" syndrome. I do believe that the way I confronted plans and planning a year ago has changed dramatically. I'm much more laid back now than I was. I'm also a lot happier with myself today than I was a year ago. I was still a good person, I just had some kinks to work out.

Back to my point - am I planning, planning, planning because I'm terrified that I am going to miss out on some of life's biggest moments? Or am I planning, planning, planning because I'm actually an adult who has to plan things?

I'd like to think it's a little bit of both. And I know that I am so very blessed because unlike Tanner and his mom, I do not have a looming deadline ahead of me.

This week has brought up a lot of old memories. We're leaving Thursday for a ski trip that, last year, was a life changer. There's still some unfinished business with a few of the ski trip attendees, even after an entire year has passed. I think we're close to being back on track, but there are times when I wish they'd move to Alaska and just go away already. But most of the time I wish they'd just be friendly and stop being so damn uncomfortable and awkward around me. I don't bite! I'm not going to jump down your throat or make you squirm. Sit down next to me, have a conversation and stop tip-toeing around the issue. We had a huge fight. It's a fact. Stop acting like it didn't happen. Apologize and let's move on. I've apologized. I've made a huge effort, more than what was required of me. Say you're sorry and let's end these silly encounters. I'm so over all this and want to be able to meet in a group without having to worry about how the two of you are going to be that day. I want to stop feeling as though you both are above everything - that you feel you have gotten away with being less than decent people (at that time, not now) and that you feel you do not owe me an apology. Two simple words would make this entire deal disappear. We could, with a clear mind, move forward.

Obviously this "taking our time" and "pretending everything is okay" is not working. I've owned up for my actions, please own up for yours so we can move on already. No "waiting for the day when we're not uncomfortable" or "giving it more time" because that's not going to work. We need to stop right here, face the music, talk for all of 10 minutes about it, clear the air and move on.

God do I want that more than anything right now.

More than I want to be on the ski hill, 25 degrees, my new board, my iTunes blaring and flying down that bunny hill. :)


The Brutally Honest Personality Test

I took this test today. It's called "The Brutally Honest Personality Test" and I had to laugh. It's made to be insulting, but it's almost spot on in some ways. Here are my results:



You manipulative busybody! You're what some might call the "backseat driver" of life. (right on!) You know, the one who knows exactly what everyone else is doing wrong and how they should go about fixing it. You're always trying to change everyone else.

The strange thing is, you can generally get whoever you want, to do whatever you want. (this is true, although I'm not trying to manipulate people) What's that? You want me to stop insulting you...well, alright...but only because you asked so nic...WAIT A MINUTE!

Stop sticking your cumbersome nose where it aint't wanted. You're like an oversized sniffer dog, trained to sniff out everyone else's problems, yet oblivious to your own.

For one you worry excessively. The fact that you're also incredibly sensitive to criticism probably has you on the verge of tears right now. Get a grip. (Definitely not on the edge of tears, but I was worried I wasn't going to like the results of this test. And I do worry about everyone being okay and safe and clothed and fed and...)

You have powers of manipulation unlike any other. You know all the gossip and you know how to ultimately use it as blackmailing material. (I do gossip with my girls, but I don't blackmail. I think that's an unforgivable personality flaw if you blackmail someone)

You could potentially be the ultimate evil villain... if not for the fact you choose to use all of your powers for good, rather than evil. How honourable. How admirable and praiseworthy. How pathetic. While you're helping others out and pushing them into the limelight, you're left in the background to inhale the dirty smoke of their success. Nice one.

How fun! I think all women have the power to be manipulative bitches if we so choose. I'd say about 70% of us are good, caring, honest people and use our personality traits to help, not hurt. But there is something to be said about always getting your way. :)

What do you think?


Tuesday, January 20, 2009

What An Amazing Time to Be Alive

In my opinion, it is pretty cliche to blog about politics and I do not intend to push my views on you this afternoon. I am not here today to delve deep into what goes on in Washington and I'm hoping that I do not cross the line between simple conversation and confrontation.

In my heart of hearts, I believe that today is a great day to be alive. In all honesty, I think about 364 days a year are great days to be alive. Today is an exceptional day to be living and experiencing the change that is upon us.

Change, recently, comes in many forms. The proverbial changing of the guards; Out with the old, in with the new. Flipping the calendar from 2008 to 2009. Coupled with the belief that Americans again have HOPE, the change upon us is a wonderful thing.

I myself am not usually a fan of change. Changes mean that things will be different. In my life, different always meant that things were going to get worse. Part of me says that things could not get much worse, though we all know that they will, before they get better.

Today, change brings hope, optimism, a strengthened faith in our nation. I feel as though I finally have a President who is of the People, for the People. Maybe it is that I am 26 years old, older than my last votes at 18 and 22. Though maybe, just maybe, the man sworn in today truly cares for the middle class, the twenty-somethings, those of us labeled Generation X. Could this be true?

How strange that I feel as though I could call the White House, have Mr. Obama answer the phone and ask "What can I do for you today, Melissa?".

Now, in all realism, there's a better chance of my mother coming back from the dead than that actually happening. I'm not an idealist. Though I am hopeful that the man we have elected will start this country on the path to financial stability, ecological accountability and most of all, Peace.

Thank you for listening to me today and always. I appreciate you allowing me to share my thoughts and feelings with you on this momentous day in history.

Monday, January 19, 2009

The Story of My Office

This was my office the day we purchased our home. Let me tell you, this wallpaper only stayed up about 10 minutes before being ripped down.



We then painted the room pink. Yes, pink. I fought Greg tooth and nail for this color.
I have never been more wrong in my life!

See below for the embarrassing decision I made:



Well, maybe if we get some furniature moved in, it'll look better....



Maybe if we get some decorations up?



Okay, so let's do something dramatic - let's create a focal wall!



Let me tell you, I hated that wall with everything I had. Not only was the base color still pink, it was only accentuating the Pepto feel you got while sitting at my desk. And instead of feeling better, I was making me nauseous.

Enter Target, Hobby Lobby and a few pieces I've picked up along my journeys. I repainted 3 of the walls a taupe color and the other wall is a pale turquoise blue. The books on the shelves will go soon, but I haven't figured out what to put up there yet. Thoughts?










Ta da! What do you think?

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Photo Tag Part Twosies

I said I would do this from both my work computer and my home computer - Here's the home computer version. If you didn't catch it, check out the work computer version. It's worth the look!

Just a reminder - Got this from Jessie over at Jessie To The Lo, who I have been friends with for years and years and grew up with in Somers, WI.

· go to your documents
· go to your pictures
· go to your 6th file
· go to your 6th Album
· go to your 6th picture.
o no changes here… sorry
· blog about it
o …or here either
· Tag 6 friends to do the same.

Here's my photo -



This is my goddaughter Samantha. Her conception, birth and life have been momentous in influencing who I am as a person. It was at the hospital, hours after her birth that I realized I was NOT READY TO HAVE BABIES ANY TIME SOON. It was also the moment I realized that you could love something, someone so unconditionally that you had only met for a moment. Love her enough that even then, you'd die for that child.

She is the most spoiled child I know. And I can't get enough of her. This shot was taken down at North Beach in Racine. I love that place - clean beaches, the music at the bar, the BAR. It's safe, fun and there's plenty of room for everyone.

We spent the day reading, lounging and being buried alive by Samantha. It's one of my favorite memories with her and I can't wait to do it again.

Samantha and her family came down to our house a few weeks back to open the Christmas presents Santa had left at our house for her. Her mom, Sharon, was telling me that when Samantha came out to show her what she'd put on that day, she lifted her shirt to reveal her Dora the Explorer bathing suit. She'd remembered that we'd gone swimming and figured we were going to go swimming again. Even though there were 8 inches of snow on the ground at it was about 15 degrees outside!

Well, that's my story!

And here are my tags -

Nicole over at Random Ramblings Nicole just started up her blog and I wish she'd post every day because I love her bluntness and honesty.

Elke - this would make a great first post on your blog! (I'm trying to lure her to the dark side. Mwahhh ha ha)

Matty Matt Matt who is also Evil Stick Man and also over at Clearing The Ledger, which I couldn't stop reading.

Maureen - she also just started her blog and when I can find my dictionary to look up all the large words she uses, I check her out at Tri-Coastalism.

Molly - who may not do this, but whom I think would have the most interesting story behind her picture, seeing as though she's the brainchild behind M3 Photography.

Calicobebop who always has the cutest headers and makes me jealous.

Anyone else interested? Just leave a link in my comments section so I can come look at your random photo!

From one friend to another...

I will do this from both my work computer and my home computer -

Got this from Jessie over at Jessie To The Lo, who I have been friends with for years and years and grew up with in Somers, WI.

· go to your documents

· go to your picture

· go to your 6th file

· go to your 6th Album

· go to your 6th picture.

o no changes here… sorry

· blog about it

o …or here either

· Tag 6 friends to do the same.

o I have opted not to do this step.


Here's my photo from my work computer -




The gal above is my sister from the same mother. Her parents have adopted me and call me their favorite daughter. She is one of my oldest and dearest friends in the entire world. Born Kate Elizabeth, but renamed in the 10th grade to Katherine Anne. (I started calling her that one day when I decided that Kate had to be short for SOMETHING and thought Elizabeth was too long of a middle name)

She is the friend who makes me laugh when I don't think I'll ever laugh again. She's been a rock in my foundation and a soft shoulder to land on when I needed shelter.

She's seen all that is beautiful about me as well as all that is ugly. She's saved me from myself more than once, yet has always let me make the mistakes I needed to make.

When I think of Kate, I think of driving home in the middle of the night after watching the Blair Witch Project at the theater - it's dark and foggy and living in the county meant taking back roads home. About a mile from my house is a road that is surrounded on all sides by fields as far as you can see. Turning on to this road, we see a woman standing on the side of the road with a walking stick. Scared the bejezus out of both of us. I started crying and she started laughing.

A few years later, I sang my own Ricky Martin song renditions at the top of my lungs while driving down Hwy 50 in Kenosha (a very busy road) only to realize about 1/2 way through "I'm an enchilada, coming through your window" that my windows were in fact down and we were stopped at a red light. I was serenading the entire intersection. I still laugh out loud when I think of that night.

When my grandpa died and I locked myself in the house for a week, she was the one who came over and sat at my kitchen table, not saying a thing until I was ready to talk.


Kate is kind and thoughtful. Two of my most favorite attributes. She's beautiful and smart. And loyal as a friend can be.

Using one of her favorite words: I’m “ubber” blessed to have a fun friend like her.