Tuesday, December 22, 2009
M&Ms are good
Remember how I brought the bag of mint M&Ms into work so I wouldn't eat them all by myself? Remember how I'm the only one eating them? And it's not even 10:00 in the morning? Do I have absolutely no self control whatsoever?? I think we all know that the answer to that is a resounding no. I have no self control. Sad.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Still midnight
I can no longer take responsibility for what is posted on this blog since I am way super over tired. I'm really lucky that I've had such amazingly cool people to work with while I've been in DC. I thought it was going to be horrible. I thought I was going to hate it. But it's been okay. I wish I could have traveled more, but other than that, and one unexpected, unwanted boy problem, it's been a good experience. Speaking of boy problems, and I have to admit that this problem seems bigger than it is because I'm so tired, but what do you do with a super cute boy that you really like that you can't have because it would be a bad idea but you'll probably end up working with at some point in the future and you don't want to see because then you'll just be reminded of how much you like him. What to do ... what to doooo....
Should I spend $1200 a month for a two bedroom, one bath house that is really old but would be my own and I need the extra, empty bedroom? Is it worth it? I really don't want to have to live with girls anymore. Yes, I know "live with boys." Yeah, 'cause my parents would be THRILLED about that! And no, getting married isn't an option. Hellooo...I'd have to give up my super cool job! Why in heavens name would I want to do that?! But $1200 is so much money! That money should be going into a savings account. Hmmm...I guess I'll have to think this through a little more.
Sadly, I don't have anything else to write about, unless I write about super cute awesome boy that I can't have, but that's kind of pointless, so I won't. So, I guess I'll sign off and decide what I want to do about this housing situation.
See ya!
Should I spend $1200 a month for a two bedroom, one bath house that is really old but would be my own and I need the extra, empty bedroom? Is it worth it? I really don't want to have to live with girls anymore. Yes, I know "live with boys." Yeah, 'cause my parents would be THRILLED about that! And no, getting married isn't an option. Hellooo...I'd have to give up my super cool job! Why in heavens name would I want to do that?! But $1200 is so much money! That money should be going into a savings account. Hmmm...I guess I'll have to think this through a little more.
Sadly, I don't have anything else to write about, unless I write about super cute awesome boy that I can't have, but that's kind of pointless, so I won't. So, I guess I'll sign off and decide what I want to do about this housing situation.
See ya!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Work
It's five o'clock in the morning. I'm not awake by choice. I'm awake by requirement. So, now I'm looking for ways to entertain myself. I was laughing a few minutes ago to myself thinking of the wardrobe ... hold on - now I'm laughing because I heard Paula Dean got hit in the face with a ham during one of her shows. To quote the guy sitting next to me, "You just can't write that stuff." Anyway, since I'm pretty sure no one actually reads this, I'm going to share my wardrobe emergency from this evening. I was wearing a dark blue shirt all day and when I grabbed my suit to change into later in the evening, I grabbed a pink shirt to go with it. Well, I was wearing a certain dark article of clothing that showed up brilliantly underneath my pink shirt. Thanks to a friend with a white undershirt, disaster and embarrassment were averted. PHEW!! I don't think I would have lived that down. I'm working with all men this evening. (Have I mentioned how much I LOVE my new job??!!)
The hardest thing about working all night is that when the cleaning staff at the hotel comes around to clean the rooms, I'm sleeping. And I don't want to be woken up so I can get fresh towels. Except I want fresh towels. Or at least I want someone else to hang up my dirty towels. I have such a hard life. I hope they have nice, fresh fruit cut up for me for breakfast. I don't want to have to eat unripe fruit for breakfast. :-) (No, I'm not actually such a diva. I just like to make fun of myself when I complain about stupid things like having to hang up my own towels.)
It's Christmastime! Christmas lights are going up everywhere! I've been listening to nothing but Christmas carols since Friday. I LOVE Christmastime! It's my favorite time of the year! I can't wait to get back and decorate for Christmas. Oh wait, except that I found out that my roommate is moving back to Utah so either I have to move or I have to find someone new to live in the house. Ugh. I don't really want to do either. Maybe I should just move into my own apartment. Sigh...I don't know what to do. I'm tempted to move out of the house because I think it has a mold problem. Ever since I moved in, I've had a sore throat. The day - and I mean literally the DAY - I left to come to DC, I haven't had a sore throat since. (Well, except for Thursday and Friday, but they don't count because I think I was fighting a cold.) So I guess I can go back to finding housing but I just fought this fight and I don't know that I want to fight it again. Plus, I won't have movers so I'll have to move everything myself. I don't want to repack. I just unpacked a few weeks ago! Yuck.
Now I'm just rambling so I'm going to end this before the filter really doesn't kick in and I totally embarrass myself. Night!
The hardest thing about working all night is that when the cleaning staff at the hotel comes around to clean the rooms, I'm sleeping. And I don't want to be woken up so I can get fresh towels. Except I want fresh towels. Or at least I want someone else to hang up my dirty towels. I have such a hard life. I hope they have nice, fresh fruit cut up for me for breakfast. I don't want to have to eat unripe fruit for breakfast. :-) (No, I'm not actually such a diva. I just like to make fun of myself when I complain about stupid things like having to hang up my own towels.)
It's Christmastime! Christmas lights are going up everywhere! I've been listening to nothing but Christmas carols since Friday. I LOVE Christmastime! It's my favorite time of the year! I can't wait to get back and decorate for Christmas. Oh wait, except that I found out that my roommate is moving back to Utah so either I have to move or I have to find someone new to live in the house. Ugh. I don't really want to do either. Maybe I should just move into my own apartment. Sigh...I don't know what to do. I'm tempted to move out of the house because I think it has a mold problem. Ever since I moved in, I've had a sore throat. The day - and I mean literally the DAY - I left to come to DC, I haven't had a sore throat since. (Well, except for Thursday and Friday, but they don't count because I think I was fighting a cold.) So I guess I can go back to finding housing but I just fought this fight and I don't know that I want to fight it again. Plus, I won't have movers so I'll have to move everything myself. I don't want to repack. I just unpacked a few weeks ago! Yuck.
Now I'm just rambling so I'm going to end this before the filter really doesn't kick in and I totally embarrass myself. Night!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
San Francisco
Ahem. I'm back. Somehow, I have failed to blog in six months. And so much has happened. I graduated and started a new, awesome job that I love. I ran the Nike Women's Marathon in 3 hours 56 minutes 27 seconds. Could I, maybe, just possibly, qualify for Boston someday?? Maybe!!! I can't wait to do another race! This week is my first week back from recovering from the race. I've been running but I can run my full mileage now. I've also moved from Idaho to Virginia to San Francisco. SF is a super cool city. I've been there since the end of August and I've been gone almost every weekend so I haven't really gotten to explore the city yet but hopefully I will. I'm actually not even in SF right now. I'm back in Virginia until December 5. I just got back from Singapore, which was AWESOME!! Now I get to spend a couple weeks in Virginia before I get to travel again and then its back to San Francisco.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Oh, DUH!
How COULD I forget to mention that Anne and I got into the Nike Women's Marathon in San Francisco in October. A girl was telling me that they have chocolate fountains and pedicures and all sorts of fun, girly stuff set up. I don't think I'll be doing this race for time but I'll definitely be doing it for fun!
I was looking through some of my older posts. I blogged that I started training for the National Marathon. Well I ran it on March 21 and I shaved 37 minutes off my first marathon time. Yippee!
I was looking through some of my older posts. I blogged that I started training for the National Marathon. Well I ran it on March 21 and I shaved 37 minutes off my first marathon time. Yippee!
Pedicures are the bomb
Aren't my feet cute? Okay, why is this underlined? Annoying! Well, this will be a short post because I can't figure out how to make my text not be underlined anymore. In an unrelated story, I really need to get on the flight to Boise because there's a chocolate shop in this airport and I can't stop thinking about it! Anyway, how cute is the toe ring and anklet? Super cute! And my toes are pink, but you can't tell that from the picture. And I love them! And they're still pink! And they were pink for my courtroom testimony class. But no one said anything so I guess it didn't matter that my toenails (no, not my toes) are pink. I really needed a pedicure and my only question is, why in the world didn't I go get one sooner!?
Shopping in an airport
First, I would like to say how happy I am I broke down and bought the aircard. Salvation!!! If it wasn't for the aircard, instead of sitting on this cold, hard floor checking my email and catching up on stuff I need to get done, I'd be sitting on this cold, hard floor watching a movie or reading a book. It's freakin' expensive but it's totally worth it!
Anyway, so I was in need of some items when I got to the airport here in Seattle. *Guys, you might want to stop reading here.* So, I go into a Hudson's News Stand Whatever to grab some important girl items and as I reach down to grab them, I knock over a whole stack of tampon boxes, which make a terrific crash as they tumble to the floor. Of course, I had to restack them all. Since no one was there to laugh with me and witness my humiliation, I thought I would go ahead and share it with the world. Because, I do in fact have absolutely no shame.
*Okay, guys, you can start reading again.* I love Seattle. It's a great city. I love the Seattle airport. Not because it's a great airport, but because when I fly through here I'm either flying home to see my family or I'm flying to Alaska, one of my favorite places in the world. Speaking of Alaska :-) I ran into two tour directors on their way up to Anchorage. Can I just mention for the hundred millionth time how much I miss Alaska and how much I wish I were going there this summer?! It's a good thing I have such an awesome job or I don't think I could stand it. Speaking of my job :-) my job is super cool. I love it a lot. So far. I guess I haven't actually been out in the real world yet so I don't know what it's really like, but the training has been way cool. Well, okay, so the Georgia portion sucked but the stuff we learned was cool. And now we're going to go learn more super cool stuff. Really, my life is super cool. I am really very much amazingly blessed. And can I just say how nice it is to be back on the West coast? I left Georgia yesterday afternoon and it was around 90 degrees and humid. I got to Virginia and it was a little cooler, but it was also two thirty in the morning and raining. I got to Seattle and the sun was shining and the air was nice and cool. It was refreshing! Mmmmm....I'm getting more and more excited for San Francisco everyday!
You'd think that sitting in an airport, I'd have more interesting things to write about than my job and Alaska. I could tell you about the little girl to my left that keeps saying "something something something dooogggg" in a singsongy voice, but you don't want to read about that. I could talk about how SUPER AMAZING Anne is for on the spur of the moment, not only forgiving me for cancelling my dinner plans with her but for taking me to the airport at six thirty in the morning and being willing to come pick me up on Sunday night really, really late. Isn't she AWESOME!
Six thirty reminded me that I've been getting up at five thirty every weekday morning for the past three months. That really does something to you. Now, sleeping in is 7 and I can't nap during the day. And come nine thirty at night, I'm exhausted! It's kind of sad and at the same time, I've sure been able to get a lot done. And now I'm kind of in the habit and I sort of like it. That's sick. Anyway, I've spent the past three months living fifteen minutes from the beach. I'm really going to miss that. It's been nice. We had a great time on the beach a couple weeks ago. Emily, Jace, Bria, and Bronson all met me on the beach and we played in the ocean. Good times. I'm not going to miss the nasty food I've been eating and I'm really hoping that since I'm heading home, I'll get to eat some of my mom's amazing homemade food. It doesn't matter what she makes. It's always good. Okay, the wheat bread and beans wasn't so tasty, but everything else is always really good.
In case you haven't figured out by now, if you've actually read this far, I'm just rambling because I'm bored. People think I'm very quiet when they first meet me. HA! I have them fooled. What they don't know is that it's actually nearly impossible to get me to a)talk about anything important and b)shutup. Yep. I'll talk non-stop until you wish you had some duct tape or earplugs. Or both.
Well, it's 1:30 and so I'm down to an hour and 45 minutes to kill. *fingers drumming* I guess I won't put you through any more of this pointless blog. Oh, can I say before I go how happy I am to be away from the little no-see-ums. The little flying gnats whose whole purpose in life is to tear away the biggest chunks of flesh they can. If they don't take it from you, you'll itch your own skin off. Ew, that's kind of gross - but it's true. Well, I'm going to sign off now. But don't fear! You're not done with me yet! I'm just going to sign off so I can put the pictures of my pedicure up. See ya!
Anyway, so I was in need of some items when I got to the airport here in Seattle. *Guys, you might want to stop reading here.* So, I go into a Hudson's News Stand Whatever to grab some important girl items and as I reach down to grab them, I knock over a whole stack of tampon boxes, which make a terrific crash as they tumble to the floor. Of course, I had to restack them all. Since no one was there to laugh with me and witness my humiliation, I thought I would go ahead and share it with the world. Because, I do in fact have absolutely no shame.
*Okay, guys, you can start reading again.* I love Seattle. It's a great city. I love the Seattle airport. Not because it's a great airport, but because when I fly through here I'm either flying home to see my family or I'm flying to Alaska, one of my favorite places in the world. Speaking of Alaska :-) I ran into two tour directors on their way up to Anchorage. Can I just mention for the hundred millionth time how much I miss Alaska and how much I wish I were going there this summer?! It's a good thing I have such an awesome job or I don't think I could stand it. Speaking of my job :-) my job is super cool. I love it a lot. So far. I guess I haven't actually been out in the real world yet so I don't know what it's really like, but the training has been way cool. Well, okay, so the Georgia portion sucked but the stuff we learned was cool. And now we're going to go learn more super cool stuff. Really, my life is super cool. I am really very much amazingly blessed. And can I just say how nice it is to be back on the West coast? I left Georgia yesterday afternoon and it was around 90 degrees and humid. I got to Virginia and it was a little cooler, but it was also two thirty in the morning and raining. I got to Seattle and the sun was shining and the air was nice and cool. It was refreshing! Mmmmm....I'm getting more and more excited for San Francisco everyday!
You'd think that sitting in an airport, I'd have more interesting things to write about than my job and Alaska. I could tell you about the little girl to my left that keeps saying "something something something dooogggg" in a singsongy voice, but you don't want to read about that. I could talk about how SUPER AMAZING Anne is for on the spur of the moment, not only forgiving me for cancelling my dinner plans with her but for taking me to the airport at six thirty in the morning and being willing to come pick me up on Sunday night really, really late. Isn't she AWESOME!
Six thirty reminded me that I've been getting up at five thirty every weekday morning for the past three months. That really does something to you. Now, sleeping in is 7 and I can't nap during the day. And come nine thirty at night, I'm exhausted! It's kind of sad and at the same time, I've sure been able to get a lot done. And now I'm kind of in the habit and I sort of like it. That's sick. Anyway, I've spent the past three months living fifteen minutes from the beach. I'm really going to miss that. It's been nice. We had a great time on the beach a couple weeks ago. Emily, Jace, Bria, and Bronson all met me on the beach and we played in the ocean. Good times. I'm not going to miss the nasty food I've been eating and I'm really hoping that since I'm heading home, I'll get to eat some of my mom's amazing homemade food. It doesn't matter what she makes. It's always good. Okay, the wheat bread and beans wasn't so tasty, but everything else is always really good.
In case you haven't figured out by now, if you've actually read this far, I'm just rambling because I'm bored. People think I'm very quiet when they first meet me. HA! I have them fooled. What they don't know is that it's actually nearly impossible to get me to a)talk about anything important and b)shutup. Yep. I'll talk non-stop until you wish you had some duct tape or earplugs. Or both.
Well, it's 1:30 and so I'm down to an hour and 45 minutes to kill. *fingers drumming* I guess I won't put you through any more of this pointless blog. Oh, can I say before I go how happy I am to be away from the little no-see-ums. The little flying gnats whose whole purpose in life is to tear away the biggest chunks of flesh they can. If they don't take it from you, you'll itch your own skin off. Ew, that's kind of gross - but it's true. Well, I'm going to sign off now. But don't fear! You're not done with me yet! I'm just going to sign off so I can put the pictures of my pedicure up. See ya!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
On blogging and who knows what else
Since Jules called me out on rejoining the blogging world, and since I have a twenty minute break to fill, I decided that I would blog again. Yes, I know. Two blogs in two days. What is the world coming to? I have five minutes to post my innermost thoughts to the outside world. So let's see. Well, boys are still dumb. Really, really dumb. Ummm...what else. I bought two new books because rather than studying for a test, I have been reading. Not the smartest choice. But whatever. Ummmm....believe it or not, I'll actually be sad to leave Georgia. I'll be REALLY happy to be done with my training, but I'm going to miss the area. There's a lot here to enjoy. Plus I'm sad to leave my friend Emily. She's very cool and she has two adoreable kids that she let's me play with. But to make me feel better, I can go ask Hot Guy if his sister has delivered her baby yet so that he can ignore me. That's always a self-esteem boost. Not ignore me, just shut down on me because he has a problem with me that he won't address. But I've already been through the whole "boys are dumb" issue. So let's move on to something more positive. This weekend Jules and I are going to see Wicked in Jacksonville! How amazingly cool is that?! I'm so looking forward to it. It'll be a great weekend. *laughing* Gosh, I'm certainly being pissy today! My goodness! I just reread my blog and it sounds so catty! My apologies, dear readers. I am feeling a little bit that way today but I didn't know it would be so blatant in my post. So I will buck up and exude a better attitude. Life is good! As I was saying, I get to go see Wicked for the second time. It was AMAZING the first time and I think it'll be even better the second time. Well, my time is up so I better go. Happy afternoon to you all!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Tall Dark and Handsome
Oh my gosh. I'm actually back. It's true. I haven't blogged in ... well, I don't actually know how long it's been. But I actually am posting today! I'm sitting in class and I can't read through the scenario I was given anymore. It's making my head hurt. So I decided to reconnect with the world. So, what to talk about. Hmmm...well, first, I started a new job so I'll start with that.
I love not teaching. Let me say that again. I LOVE not teaching! I heard on the news that some superintendent was saying something to all professional educators and some other people (I stopped listening) and I felt this warm, fuzzy feeling inside because it DIDN'T apply to me! I'm not a teacher anymore! Happy happy day! (To all of you who teach, I'm impressed. I truly don't know how you do it. I'm amazed by you. I'm humbled by you. I respect you. I just couldn't do it anymore.)
Hmmm...what else should I blog about? How about boys! The joy and bane of every girl's existence. Have you ever met that guy that's tall, dark, handsome, smart, funny, sweet, and has a really sexy voice? You know that guy? The one that makes you go weak at the knees? Yeah, I met that guy. And he's all that and more. And I'd wrap him up and take him home if I could. (For you Twilight fans, this guy could give Edward Cullen a run for his money!) If only he'd be honest with me. Why do boys have to complicate things so much? It's not hard. Isn't it simple and logical to simply discuss a problem then move on? What's emotional or irrational about that? I've come to the conclusion that because guys don't feel things the same way girls do, they view us as "emotional" and "illogical." (I don't know what's illogical about feeling things. Maybe someone could explain that.) But it seems extremely emotional and illogical to lie to someone, get mad at them, and not simply state the problem and work out a solution. Call me crazy, but that whole state the problem/work out a stolution thing seems pretty logical to me. Hmmm...
Speaking of boys, I had a couple guys on my floor invite me to watch the fight with them the other night. By the time I got there, they were fairly drunk. Yeah, so one of them tried to hold my hand. And then he asked me if I was married and I thought to myself, "You just tried to hold my hand and NOW you're asking if I'm married? And why are you hitting on me if you think I could be married?!" And then he hit me with (drumroll please) "I'm married and I have two kids. My wife doesn't care if I sleep around as long as I don't bring another woman home with me." I mean, what do you say to that? "Oh, that's nice. She sounds like a great girl."?!?!? HELLOOOO! She does NOT sound like a great girl! She sounds like a floozy! (I never thought I'd get to use "floozy" in one of my posts. Cool.) So then he goes on about how he can only sleep with a girl who is somewhat intelligent. I'm thinking to myself, "Yeah, well one of you should have some intelligence." Except that any halfway intelligent girl ISN'T GOING TO SLEEP WITH HIM! So I guess he's SOL. It was weird. And then last night a guy asked if he could take me to get some hot chocolate and he was nice and intelligent and funny and so I said yes. Hold the phone! He tried to kiss me! He'd known me all of 45 minutes and he tried to kiss me! SOMEONE PLEASE COME SAVE ME FROM THE MADNESS!!!
So my one question is, why won't Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome ask me out? Do I have, "Hi I'm Rachel and I'm easy" tattooed in some invisible ink on my forehead that only the super aggressive guys can read and I'm not even aware of? Seriously! I'M NOT EASY!!! Why doesn't hot guy with the great voice and great personality to boot ask me out?! Why do all the good ones have to be shy? :-( Does anyone have any answers to these age-old questions? If you do, please help me out!
Well, it's time for me to go get in my daily workout. Swimsuit season is coming and I'm not ready! Heck, my physical fitness test is coming and I'm not ready. Yikes!
I love not teaching. Let me say that again. I LOVE not teaching! I heard on the news that some superintendent was saying something to all professional educators and some other people (I stopped listening) and I felt this warm, fuzzy feeling inside because it DIDN'T apply to me! I'm not a teacher anymore! Happy happy day! (To all of you who teach, I'm impressed. I truly don't know how you do it. I'm amazed by you. I'm humbled by you. I respect you. I just couldn't do it anymore.)
Hmmm...what else should I blog about? How about boys! The joy and bane of every girl's existence. Have you ever met that guy that's tall, dark, handsome, smart, funny, sweet, and has a really sexy voice? You know that guy? The one that makes you go weak at the knees? Yeah, I met that guy. And he's all that and more. And I'd wrap him up and take him home if I could. (For you Twilight fans, this guy could give Edward Cullen a run for his money!) If only he'd be honest with me. Why do boys have to complicate things so much? It's not hard. Isn't it simple and logical to simply discuss a problem then move on? What's emotional or irrational about that? I've come to the conclusion that because guys don't feel things the same way girls do, they view us as "emotional" and "illogical." (I don't know what's illogical about feeling things. Maybe someone could explain that.) But it seems extremely emotional and illogical to lie to someone, get mad at them, and not simply state the problem and work out a solution. Call me crazy, but that whole state the problem/work out a stolution thing seems pretty logical to me. Hmmm...
Speaking of boys, I had a couple guys on my floor invite me to watch the fight with them the other night. By the time I got there, they were fairly drunk. Yeah, so one of them tried to hold my hand. And then he asked me if I was married and I thought to myself, "You just tried to hold my hand and NOW you're asking if I'm married? And why are you hitting on me if you think I could be married?!" And then he hit me with (drumroll please) "I'm married and I have two kids. My wife doesn't care if I sleep around as long as I don't bring another woman home with me." I mean, what do you say to that? "Oh, that's nice. She sounds like a great girl."?!?!? HELLOOOO! She does NOT sound like a great girl! She sounds like a floozy! (I never thought I'd get to use "floozy" in one of my posts. Cool.) So then he goes on about how he can only sleep with a girl who is somewhat intelligent. I'm thinking to myself, "Yeah, well one of you should have some intelligence." Except that any halfway intelligent girl ISN'T GOING TO SLEEP WITH HIM! So I guess he's SOL. It was weird. And then last night a guy asked if he could take me to get some hot chocolate and he was nice and intelligent and funny and so I said yes. Hold the phone! He tried to kiss me! He'd known me all of 45 minutes and he tried to kiss me! SOMEONE PLEASE COME SAVE ME FROM THE MADNESS!!!
So my one question is, why won't Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome ask me out? Do I have, "Hi I'm Rachel and I'm easy" tattooed in some invisible ink on my forehead that only the super aggressive guys can read and I'm not even aware of? Seriously! I'M NOT EASY!!! Why doesn't hot guy with the great voice and great personality to boot ask me out?! Why do all the good ones have to be shy? :-( Does anyone have any answers to these age-old questions? If you do, please help me out!
Well, it's time for me to go get in my daily workout. Swimsuit season is coming and I'm not ready! Heck, my physical fitness test is coming and I'm not ready. Yikes!
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