Saturday, March 20, 2004


for the first time in over a month, i'm working the whole weekend. like, 8 hours today, 8 hours tomorrow. and 5 hours yesterday.

not like it'm complaining, because i'm not - i need the money. but my boss has had me scheduled so sporadically tht i haven't worked 3 days in a row since christmas time, and i'm not used to it.

plus, working on the weekends just sucks in general. especially since the weather is so fabulous, and i have tons of writing to do for youth group, which i haven't started. instead of working, i'd much rather be home, with the windows open, working on writing the dramas with a good cd and a smoothie.

but instead, i'll get dressed and head out into retail-land to ask people if they found everything ok, and if that will be credit or debit. ;-)

Thursday, March 11, 2004

a parade of dead pets

... that's what one of my co workers called my life when i told her that my frogs (Jack and Karen) died last night.

but when i went to give them a little froggy funeral tonight, i realized that Karen was still very alive! so thank goodness for small blessings - at least *all* my pets aren't dead. My little froggies were/are getting up there in years... i've had them for at least 2.5, maybe 3 years? how long do frogs live, anyway?
well, Karen was always the bigger, stronger one, (that's how i could tell them apart) so we'll see how much longer she hangs around. she fought with me when i tried to take Jack out to bury him, she was jumping at the spoon and trying to bite it and just getting in the way. I think she didn't want me to take him. ;-(

so now little Jack is resting under a bush just outside my front door, where i can think of him every time i go outside. i'm going to go get a little ceramic froggie or something to put out there too, as a little memorial.


Monday, March 8, 2004

no more dust bunnies!

yesterday i got all productive and cleaned my office. and when i say i cleaned, i mean it.. i was shredding like crazy, and i threw out a ton of papers that were super old. like, old receipts that i shouldn't have saved in the first place, since i paid for said items in cash, ATM receipts from when i was with wells fargo - over 2 years ago! along with a few assignments from when i was in college, which now that i think about it, was also more than 2 years ago... wow, has it been that long?!?

but it was actually a nice way to spend my afternoon, it was a beautiful day, and i opened my window and listened to the new norah jones cd, which is very very good. and now there are no more dust bunnies to make me sneeze. i still have some finishing touches, but for the most part, everything is off the floor! hooray!!

i even moved some furniture to make room for a new desk/storage thingie that i'm getting from my mom (hopefully). i'm glad i did it last night, too, because i realized that my plan would not work at all, so i moved the couch back to where it was and started coming up with other ideas. i wouldn't have any problems if the window in here wasn't GIGANTIC and right in the middle of the wall.

on the social front, today looks like it will be a good day... i'm meeting a friend at the mall today to window shop, then i have youth group (where hilarity will ensue, as usual) and them a friend from work is going to come over to watch a movie. so I'll be busy but at least i won't be locked in my house the way i've been for the past few days..... ;-)

Wednesday, March 3, 2004

please do not let me go

every once in a while i'll get a new cd and get stuck on the first or second song. when i say stuck, i mean stuck - like i won't listen to anything else for days.

lately i've been 'stuck' on please do not let me go, from the love is hell pt. 2 EP by ryan adams. there's just something about it that i can't explain.

please do not let me go
If the walls in the room could talk
I wonder to myself would they lie
It's like some kind of jail
Fall from the curtains onto the bed
I'm all alone now, I can do as I please
I don't feel like doing much of anything
True love ain't that hard to find
Not that you will ever know
Would you lay here for awhile?
Please, do not let me go
Please, do not let me go
You were sweet enough to sing,
Oblivious to melody
Red suitcase full of clothes
Washed up on the shore of memory
I'm all alone now and I feel just find
I don't feel much like doing anything
True love ain't that hard to find
Not that either one of us will ever know
Would you lay here for awhile?
Please, do not let me go
Please, do not let me go