Two-for-one!

I'm gonna make this short because my computer hates me and is being extra slow tonight just to show it's affection for me.

I got hired on through the University of Kentucky (lots of red tape and hours of paperwork and meetings.) They are splitting two assignments for me, so I technically now have three jobs including teaching at Prestonsburg. I start Monday and will work 7-3 at one delicatessen and 8-4 at another, alternating days.

Tonight we were all gonna go skating, but when we got to the rink, it had closed early just to tick us off, so we went to the roller skating rink but it too was being difficult so we went somewhere where I suck...
Yeah, you guessed it. Bowling.
Bobber, I just don't know how you do it.
Only freaks are good at bowling.
Maybe you just knock the pins over with your butt when we're not looking.
That paints a picture of absolute hilarity.

These jobs will be good for turning my clock back around. It'll be like living in China for a while. I'll also most likely be walking, so yay for exercise and the hopefulNess of nice weather!

Oh yeah. How could I forget??!
HOT OFF THE PRESS
VOLUME...
UH....
WHATEVER YOU WANT IT TO BE!!
Now available if you take the time to stalk me.

Bowling = SuckyNess.

Wanna know a secret?

Whenever I hear or read something negative written by someone I know that is directed toward an undisclosed person, I worry that it is about me.
Am I the only one that does that?
Do I experience this due to a history of some of the most important people in my life suddenly losing interest?
Does it come from a sudden and late-in-the-game realization on the other's part that I'm just human, and generously flawed?
Or do I just hang out with too many poetic friends that like to create, share, and vent?
This goes back to the post about poetic people telling you what they really think without telling you...
And they're probably not telling me in particular...
But I always think that they are.
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Teaching bit.
There was a cheer competition at the MAC.
It was a gong-show.
My students had to wade through crowds to find the room that I had been relocated to.
Half my studio never showed up.
Some were in the competition.
One was at a UK game.
One quit.
One was sick.
A few said they were coming but never made it.
I wonder if they got trampled by the crowd...
The frustrating part is that NONE of them called me to say they wouldn't be there. I had to track them all down or find out by suddenly having wasted time on my hands, that they weren't coming.

Better luck next time, old friend.
-UnluckyNess

P.S. On a side note, either Kelly Clarkson was at the cheer competition, or her long-lost twin.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

Woot.
We have snow.
Not half-hearted pathetic, melt-as-soon-as-it-hits-the-ground snow, but actual bonified, certified, you-can-see-your-footprints snow.
Stop laughing.
The good news is that this morning was the warmest weather I have ever had the privilege of scraping off a car in. It's gotta be right around 0c, because it's really mild out (I called it warm and David G. definitely promptly objected), the snow is light and fluffy (picture me saying that in a "mother of pearl" voice), and the streets are snow (and ice) free.
Bad news is all the drivers have forgotten how to drive, and everyone is grumpy. Except me. I'm downright delighted.



Ice Skating was fantastic!!! After 10 (holy crap!) years of being off the ice, I discovered I can still two-foot spin, spiral, three-turn-jump, cross-cut forwards and backwards, and hockey-stop!! (That one's the best, definitely). We had so much fun, we decided to make it a weekly event. That way, everyone who had to miss out this week can come next week.

Winter weather is finally here... and will probably last for two whole days, wherein everyone but me will be depressed.
Well, I'm gonna go put on a long-sleeved shirt and have some coffee.
"Walking in a Winter Wonderland..."

Season's greetings,
PeacefulNess

Laundry Day

I'm sure that the thrilling-sounding title of this post has lead you to believe that the following is going to be an action-packed play-by-play of the excitements of laundry day.
Well, you're right.
Cuz yesterday was definitely not your average laundry day.
First of all, Jenni rocks my socks (which are now clean) for inviting me to her parents' house to do laundry, which subsequently lead to me saving $7.00. Shut up; that's exciting, okay!?

Prep-time:
4:00 am - Vanessa, Julie, Davie and Stephen quit playing cards and call it a night.
4:30 am - Vanessa reads for half an hour because she can.
5:00 am - Seems like a pretty decent bedtime to me.
11:00 am - Jenni wakes Nessa by grabbing her arm with an ice-cold hand, and comes back into the room periodically, cooing ridiculous terms of endearment until Nessa relents and finally gets up at 11:45.
12:00 pm - still in P.J.'s, Nessa wanders into Jenni and Julie's room to find them practicing up on their Dutch Blitz without her. *gasp!!!!* scandalous!!! She joins of course. Then MJ joins.
Yada yada yada...
We play...
stall...
brush teeth...
dress...
do sit-ups...
3:00 - We [Jenni, Julie, MJ and Ness] finally leave the W.F. for Nicholasville (next town over), crammed into the car with giant bags of laundry, and Alfred, of course.

Alright, good start!!!
Now we only have to sort, wash, dry, and fold six loads of laundry.
In between loads we watch movies, eat pizza, sing & play guitar, "pony" excessively (yes, Michelle, as in the ballet move-- oh be proud), play our mouth-a-phones [DOO-EE-DOO-EE-DOO-EE-DOO-EE] nap, play nertz (not as good as Dutch Blitz, but it had to do), mourn the loss of the planned Richard Simons induced activity (Jenni's mom had lent out the video), and most of all, laugh excessively.

Around 10:00 a shwack-load of Jenni's friends (including Copple, Paige, and Curt) came over and we ended up playing Four on the Couch. Guys won the first round, but the gals made an amazing come-back to win round two. Thrilling, I know. Stay focused, we're almost done.
Guests leave.
Since we had lost MJ to a movie date with her Opera snobs (j/k) hours earlier, the three remaining housewives-in-training fold the last load of laundry, download Jann Arden songs (How can people go through life without knowing Good Mother and Insensitive??!!), finally pack up and come home.
2:00 am bed-time, much more appropriate than the night before.

TONIGHT WE ARE GOING ICE-SKATING!!!!
I can't believe how long it's been.

Until next time,
(Keep fit and have fun???! -- Stupid Hal and Joanne)
Crap. Now I have the theme song stuck in my head.

DomesticNess

For the guys

Ok. I know I should have posted right after I got home, because everyone was waiting to hear about the marvelous things that went down. Well the main thing is that our friends totally decorated our room (mine & MJ's) with posters, streamers, and Canadian and American flags. They also vacuumed our room and made our beds. I felt so loved beyond belief. Wow. I really do have two homes. It's about time I start recognizing this as a blessing and not a curse.

The thing is, I'm so ticked off right now that I can't accurately give you a run-down when my mind is totally on something else. First of all, I'm ticked off that someone went over my head and had the nerve to ask my sister something that they should have asked me.

Ok. Boys.
You need to leave me alone.
Boys.
Past, present, future for the next year and a half.
Cut
it
out.
Seriously.
You don't realize how cornered I feel.
I can tell the difference between being a supportive friend and having ulterior motives mixed in.
I was not born yesterday.
I've been flirted with
Hit on
Buttered up
Put on a pedestal
Enough
And it ends now.

And I know I haven't been perfect.
I have said one thing and done another.
I have teased and toyed with ideas.
I have not always shown you that I'm serious about this.
For that I really am sorry.
For how I have hurt or confused you, I'm sorry.
I hope you can believe that without me saying this to your face, because I can't right now.
I can't foster intimacy in a situation that calls for it to be vacant.

Please stop thinking I'm something special.
Please please please.
And no, that's not a little cry for some guy to take me under his wing, and show me that I really am special and that he's the one who's gonna be different.
I mean what I say, and that is not what I need. And I don't care if you think it's what I need.
I need you all to stop.
I need you to be my friend.
Not my best friend.
Not my special friend.
Not a friend who says he is my friend but won't let go or believe me when I say it's really not gonna happen.

Ladies and Gentlemen of God, please pray for me, cuz I really really need it.
I would not be offended if you said I have brought this upon myself.
Unfortunately, the enemy knows my weaknesses and he loves to kick a girl when she's down.
I am learning.
I am praying.
I am trying to let God change me from the person I was.
I could really use help from my guys by you all treating me like your sister. No, not just treating, but actually thinking of me that way.
Not just saying that you do.

In case there's still any confusion left: it's not gonna happen. I will help you by making this more clear. Please help me by understanding and accepting it.

And FYI, emailing my sister to get a reaction out of me is not cool. Again, not born yesterday.

FrustratedNess

Older, Less Wiser.

Down one wise tooth.
Up one filling.
Down $353.
Up one headache.
Down a lot of blood.
Up one hole in the head.
Down one entire day.

This morning I walked home from the Dentist, face still half frozen, unable to smile both physically and mentally, left eye still wattering from its inability to close due to accessive freezing. Utter GrumpyNess. GroggyNess. DisheartendNess. PainfulNess. So I walk in the house only to have my dad yell at me for some arbitrary thing.
Utter GrumpyNess. GroggyNess. DisheartendNess. PainfulNess. Let's add Pissed-Offed-Ness. HystericalNess. AngryNess. Whimpering turns into full-out bawling and I retreat to my room, down 3 Advil, read my Bible, and cry myself into a 6-hour nap with bloody gauze in my mouth.

Well the worst is over. Four episodes of Corner Gas and You've Got Mail (thanks for stopping by for a quick five minutes turned two hours, Ther!!) later, I am ready to blog before possibly eating another yoguart or pudding, before some more sleep.

Goodnight, I'm off to cuddle up with an icepack and a good Book.
Prayers are appreciated!

WisdomLessNess
(almost-- one more to go)