As it stands, I now have quite a few countdowns going on right now. The first is that I have three more days until I no longer work for the state. The second, is that I have seven days or less to go until my birthday. And the third happens to be nine more days until my wonderful William comes to get me and whisk me away to Florida. Oh! Then there's the fourth most important one (though I have no idea why I forgot about it), my move back to Florida which will be in two weeks and two days. Yes, I am excited about all of these.
Of course when I move to Florida, I know I will have to stay in touch with Pastor Chad at my church. Lately, I haven't been going and that's bad on my part. I hate slipping back into old habits. But this Sunday, I am determined to go, at least to let him know that I will be moving very soon. I don't really feel bad about leaving the church so soon. Maybe I shouldn't have become a member, but I know that when I come back to visit, I will go to church there on Sundays. While I'm in Florida, I will be attending Will's...um...church. Of course, it's interesting to think about the Salvation Army as a church. It does make sense why it's called that now. Hahaha...not funny. Gotcha. But it's still very cool.
There is also this "bible study" group (he puts them in quotes, I don't really know why) that he goes to on Thursdays and he said I might be interested in it. Mainly because they have some...intellectually stimulating conversations regarding faith. (I was trying to pretty it up some for lack of less descriptive words.) I don't know how much of my opinion I will share, but conversation is nice. Also, I hear there's food sometimes. Mmmm....food. I'm hungry just thinking about it. Ahem. So, I suppose while I'm living there, I will tag along with Will and try to enjoy myself and be a little bit more open with people. I tend to be shy at first.
So...I don't really have much of an update to go on from yesterday. Well, I do have a new job for when I get to Florida and I really hope it works out. (Thank you, Monster.com. Thank you.)
Well, that's all.
Laters!
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Sleep talking...on the phone?
Okay, so there are times I've been told that I talk in my sleep, or rather I mumble. Whichever. There have been times that what I've said and done is fairly peculiar. Let's consider the time I had my wisdom teeth removed. I was on some wonderful medication and it really knocked me out at night. Well, there was an instance when I apparently woke up and assumed the television was on and it was talking. There was no program mind you. I literally thought the T.V. was talking to me. I put my finger to my lips and my response was, "Sh! You'll wake mom up." After I blinked in anger a few times, I then blinked in confusion. The television was off and I realized I was talking to an inanimate object. Now, I can clearly blame the meds for that one.
Last night, however, is a completely different story, for I was on no meds of any sort, prescriptions or OTC. It was around 11:48 pm by the time I got off the phone with Will. I was already falling asleep, like I've done so many times previously. Not fifteen minutes later, I woke myself up after the fact that I thought I was still on the phone with him. It took me two whole minutes to realize that wasn't so. Before my realization, my hand was pressed to my ear, where the cell phone would be, and I truly believed I was still talking to Will. I don't exactly remember what I said, but I assume since he was the last person I spoke with then it's an obvious reason why I thought I was still speaking with him.
After I found out that I didn't have my phone in my hand, I looked to the desk where it was still resting in it's little holder. My verbal response? "What the hell?" I really had no idea why I was sitting up. (Well, technically, I wasn't sitting up. I was on my stomach and my arms were supporting me.) Whatever the reason, meds were not to blame.
So, yeah. Now we can add the rare occasion of sleep talking to the "Random Things" list I do. I can't believe that even when I'm sleeping I can still be spontaneous. I really don't know how to explain it. If I truly cared enough to pay attention and actually give a damn about my psychology class, maybe, just maybe, I'd better understand it.
So the options are:
1. Lack of sleep.
2. Chinese food.
3. Financial stress.
4. Medication not to blame.
Now that my life is somewhat back in order, I can go on with it. There's only two weeks until the big move and I am both excited and nervous. What a ride!
Laters!
Last night, however, is a completely different story, for I was on no meds of any sort, prescriptions or OTC. It was around 11:48 pm by the time I got off the phone with Will. I was already falling asleep, like I've done so many times previously. Not fifteen minutes later, I woke myself up after the fact that I thought I was still on the phone with him. It took me two whole minutes to realize that wasn't so. Before my realization, my hand was pressed to my ear, where the cell phone would be, and I truly believed I was still talking to Will. I don't exactly remember what I said, but I assume since he was the last person I spoke with then it's an obvious reason why I thought I was still speaking with him.
After I found out that I didn't have my phone in my hand, I looked to the desk where it was still resting in it's little holder. My verbal response? "What the hell?" I really had no idea why I was sitting up. (Well, technically, I wasn't sitting up. I was on my stomach and my arms were supporting me.) Whatever the reason, meds were not to blame.
So, yeah. Now we can add the rare occasion of sleep talking to the "Random Things" list I do. I can't believe that even when I'm sleeping I can still be spontaneous. I really don't know how to explain it. If I truly cared enough to pay attention and actually give a damn about my psychology class, maybe, just maybe, I'd better understand it.
So the options are:
1. Lack of sleep.
2. Chinese food.
3. Financial stress.
4. Medication not to blame.
Now that my life is somewhat back in order, I can go on with it. There's only two weeks until the big move and I am both excited and nervous. What a ride!
Laters!
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Threaded Ring...
I'm not entirely sure what the subject title of this blog has to do with the blog itself, but it just looked cool in my head and it looks cool as a subject.
So...currently, Mr. Houseal (a.k.a. boyfriend, a.k.a. Will) has now started his very own blog here. He is probably going to be less likely to write in it, considering he does his writing elsewhere, but I thought it would be cool for him to start something here. I don't blog very often and that's fine. I've got more important things to do with my spare time that I never do anyway. Wait...that's not right. Anyway, so...news, news. Well, update.
It's eleven days until my birthday and I am extremely excited. One, because I will never work for the state again, and two, it's one day closer to moving. That's right. I'm taking my ass back down to Florida, my one true home. My happiness lies there and I am going to pursue it. I am not entirely sure why the circumstances have been as they are, but I am very excited that they are leading to something I can find joy in. I will find a job, begin college again, and continue on with my life in a more peaceful manner. I will also be attending the church Will goes to. Yay me!
I will officially move back to Florida on the 15th of July. Daddy, Will, and I will be packing all of our vehicles and making the drive back down, unless something happens, for which I pray it doesn't. It'll just be a lot easier for me to live there than Alabama. I don't really feel an opportunity here. I don't feel any need to stay here. This place is kind of suffocating me and it's time to move on and try again. I think this time will be different. I honestly do.
Well...that's it.
Laters!
So...currently, Mr. Houseal (a.k.a. boyfriend, a.k.a. Will) has now started his very own blog here. He is probably going to be less likely to write in it, considering he does his writing elsewhere, but I thought it would be cool for him to start something here. I don't blog very often and that's fine. I've got more important things to do with my spare time that I never do anyway. Wait...that's not right. Anyway, so...news, news. Well, update.
It's eleven days until my birthday and I am extremely excited. One, because I will never work for the state again, and two, it's one day closer to moving. That's right. I'm taking my ass back down to Florida, my one true home. My happiness lies there and I am going to pursue it. I am not entirely sure why the circumstances have been as they are, but I am very excited that they are leading to something I can find joy in. I will find a job, begin college again, and continue on with my life in a more peaceful manner. I will also be attending the church Will goes to. Yay me!
I will officially move back to Florida on the 15th of July. Daddy, Will, and I will be packing all of our vehicles and making the drive back down, unless something happens, for which I pray it doesn't. It'll just be a lot easier for me to live there than Alabama. I don't really feel an opportunity here. I don't feel any need to stay here. This place is kind of suffocating me and it's time to move on and try again. I think this time will be different. I honestly do.
Well...that's it.
Laters!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
James Streety...skeletal remains....
So, today has been a rather mundane kind of day. I was finally able to finish that radio spreadsheet that the boss had given me like...a month ago. Go me. It turns out it would've only taken me a couple of hours to do. Tch. Should have done it sooner and gotten it over with. That way, I would still be bored at my desk with my head down and droll coming out of my mouth. (Just kidding about the latter statement.)
I got in touch with an old friend and she seems to be doing alright. Hmmm...Will is going to be picking me up the Sunday after my birthday to take me to Florida so I can spend a week there. If it turns out positively, I might get a temporary job down there until I can come back and get my job again with the state and continue bitching about not having any money to spend whatsoever. That's fine, though. My short vacation will be well spent with my friends and boyfriend. Speaking of boyfriend, he's going to take me to Destin and let me check out some of the outlets they have there. Doesn't sound like much fun, but I like shopping and it's relaxing for me. Well, technically I window shop, but whatever.
Actually something very disturbingly interesting happened today. It turns out that one of the cemeteries off of Ann St. has some collapsing graves. Apparently, Jamey (co-worker) read about it in the newspaper and went to check it out. He told me about what he found there and today, for lunch, we dropped by the grave of James Streety (R.I.P.). The cemented top half of the grave had collapsed and there, inside the hollowness, were his skeletal remains. I'm surprised his skull wasn't crushed but his bottom vertebrae was at an angle. Maybe the man had scoliosis. I did a bit of research on him, too. Since he died in 1925, which may explain why the grave was so hollow. Perhaps his family was too poor to afford a proper coffin. I am not sure, but it was sad in a way. It was also very tempting to not move the cement pieces and see how badly damaged the skull was. I could only see a portion of the left side. I guess moving anything would have been disrespectful.
What's really disrespectful is the man who owned the land skipped town. There's no way to contact the families of the deceased. In a way, aren't they responsible for maintaining the site? However, through goodness of certain donating hearts, some of the graves can be kept up. I just worry about what's going to happen later on down the road.
I can say I was rather shocked at first when I saw the skeleton. I have never seen one before. Not a real one. Not even an animal's skeletal remains. It was creepy and fascinating all at once. I wondered just what happened to that slab to get in such condition. I guess being there for a little over 80 years might have something to do with it, or nature's elements. Well, nature's southern elements. Rain and hot weather. Who knows?
I might visit again, just to see how the progress is coming along. I want to see how the other graves are holding up. I kind of wish there was more that I could do. I don't know. *sigh* Sadness.
Anyway, when Jamey and I came back from lunch, I proceeded to look up the Capuchin Catacombs. They're in Palermo, Italy. It's extremely gruesome, but very fascinating! I would like to go there one day and see the little girl there. Her name is Rosario Lombardo and she was two when she died. The way her body has been preserved for all of these years is absolutely amazing! She's just beautiful! There's also a museum in Philadelphia I would like to see. It's the Mütter Museum. It apparently has some freakish exhibits. How exciting!
I got in touch with an old friend and she seems to be doing alright. Hmmm...Will is going to be picking me up the Sunday after my birthday to take me to Florida so I can spend a week there. If it turns out positively, I might get a temporary job down there until I can come back and get my job again with the state and continue bitching about not having any money to spend whatsoever. That's fine, though. My short vacation will be well spent with my friends and boyfriend. Speaking of boyfriend, he's going to take me to Destin and let me check out some of the outlets they have there. Doesn't sound like much fun, but I like shopping and it's relaxing for me. Well, technically I window shop, but whatever.
Actually something very disturbingly interesting happened today. It turns out that one of the cemeteries off of Ann St. has some collapsing graves. Apparently, Jamey (co-worker) read about it in the newspaper and went to check it out. He told me about what he found there and today, for lunch, we dropped by the grave of James Streety (R.I.P.). The cemented top half of the grave had collapsed and there, inside the hollowness, were his skeletal remains. I'm surprised his skull wasn't crushed but his bottom vertebrae was at an angle. Maybe the man had scoliosis. I did a bit of research on him, too. Since he died in 1925, which may explain why the grave was so hollow. Perhaps his family was too poor to afford a proper coffin. I am not sure, but it was sad in a way. It was also very tempting to not move the cement pieces and see how badly damaged the skull was. I could only see a portion of the left side. I guess moving anything would have been disrespectful.
What's really disrespectful is the man who owned the land skipped town. There's no way to contact the families of the deceased. In a way, aren't they responsible for maintaining the site? However, through goodness of certain donating hearts, some of the graves can be kept up. I just worry about what's going to happen later on down the road.
I can say I was rather shocked at first when I saw the skeleton. I have never seen one before. Not a real one. Not even an animal's skeletal remains. It was creepy and fascinating all at once. I wondered just what happened to that slab to get in such condition. I guess being there for a little over 80 years might have something to do with it, or nature's elements. Well, nature's southern elements. Rain and hot weather. Who knows?
I might visit again, just to see how the progress is coming along. I want to see how the other graves are holding up. I kind of wish there was more that I could do. I don't know. *sigh* Sadness.
Anyway, when Jamey and I came back from lunch, I proceeded to look up the Capuchin Catacombs. They're in Palermo, Italy. It's extremely gruesome, but very fascinating! I would like to go there one day and see the little girl there. Her name is Rosario Lombardo and she was two when she died. The way her body has been preserved for all of these years is absolutely amazing! She's just beautiful! There's also a museum in Philadelphia I would like to see. It's the Mütter Museum. It apparently has some freakish exhibits. How exciting!
Well, that's really all for now.
Laters!
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Hmmm...Boyfriend
So last night I was on the phone with one of my friends and I found out that his mother had passed away last month on his birthday. Overall, that has to be the worst news I've heard from him, but he explained that he's doing alright. I'm glad but at the same time I worry. We were on the phone last night for a couple of hours, which was odd because we generally don't talk for more than thirty minutes. I can understand it though. I do enjoy my time talking with him and I can't really remember that last time we talked on the phone. So much for being a good friend, right?
The really odd thing has to be having a boyfriend at this time and trying not to be too overly concerned for ex-boyfriends. Because somewhere, certain exes still hold a piece of me with them. Perhaps it's because they gave me a positive experience while I was dating them. There was honesty and caring. There really weren't any secrets. There was trust. Plus I felt safe. It's probably because we were friends first and then when we started dating they remained consistent in their character. It made me a little bit more confident in the guys I chose to be with.
Some I was with were a rather confusing sort. I had so many questions that will probably never be answered and, finally, that's okay. I don't care about those questions anymore and I don't care about the relationship I had with them anymore. It's over with and I can finally move on from those experiences. They weren't always bad, though. However, they just weren't good enough for what I wanted or felt I needed.
Currently, I am dating a wonderful guy named William. He came up to visit me this weekend and, needless to say, we had a wonderful time. I met him back in September over at my best friend Melissa's house. Kristian (another friend) wanted us to meet him because he was "so cute". She had an uber crush on him. Anyway, when he arrived it was pretty cool hanging out with him. He had a great sense of humor, he was very intelligent and we just got along really well with him.
The thing is, I was really oblivious to hints he was dropping about liking me. I thought he was teasing about all the "pet names" he would send me through texts. On Myspace, he was constantly leaving me messages and soon he became known as my "Myspace stalker", which was fine. We grew very close and now we are seeing each other. It's hard with the distance, but he wants to work with it and doesn't want that to come between us. The relationship so far has been equally committed. He's been very encouraging of my plans for my future and takes every chance he can to keep it up. He's the best positive influence I've had in a while. We joke back and forth and tease each other. His sense of humor can be off the wall sometimes, I just can't help but laugh. I am very happy to be with him.
Interestingly enough, he is younger than I am but that doesn't bother me. I am used to dating younger guys and there have been drawbacks to that. I would prefer to be with someone a little older, but Will is extremely mature and responsible and those qualities are far more important than age. He's not so young, though. He's only a year and some odd months younger. I'm not making a big deal out of it. ;p Now if he grew his beard out like he did at one time (and if he does it again, there will be some issues at hand - lol), he would look ten years older than me. So, that's now a no, no. No beards. Period.
So...I've pretty much talked about my boyfriend this entire blog. I am not sure where our relationship will take us, but at this point I'm not concerned. I'm content with how it is now and I don't want to change it or ruin by talking about what the future may have in store for us. That's the future and it will get here when it wants to. But the present is what I'm keeping my eyes on. Life is good now.
Laters!
The really odd thing has to be having a boyfriend at this time and trying not to be too overly concerned for ex-boyfriends. Because somewhere, certain exes still hold a piece of me with them. Perhaps it's because they gave me a positive experience while I was dating them. There was honesty and caring. There really weren't any secrets. There was trust. Plus I felt safe. It's probably because we were friends first and then when we started dating they remained consistent in their character. It made me a little bit more confident in the guys I chose to be with.
Some I was with were a rather confusing sort. I had so many questions that will probably never be answered and, finally, that's okay. I don't care about those questions anymore and I don't care about the relationship I had with them anymore. It's over with and I can finally move on from those experiences. They weren't always bad, though. However, they just weren't good enough for what I wanted or felt I needed.
Currently, I am dating a wonderful guy named William. He came up to visit me this weekend and, needless to say, we had a wonderful time. I met him back in September over at my best friend Melissa's house. Kristian (another friend) wanted us to meet him because he was "so cute". She had an uber crush on him. Anyway, when he arrived it was pretty cool hanging out with him. He had a great sense of humor, he was very intelligent and we just got along really well with him.
The thing is, I was really oblivious to hints he was dropping about liking me. I thought he was teasing about all the "pet names" he would send me through texts. On Myspace, he was constantly leaving me messages and soon he became known as my "Myspace stalker", which was fine. We grew very close and now we are seeing each other. It's hard with the distance, but he wants to work with it and doesn't want that to come between us. The relationship so far has been equally committed. He's been very encouraging of my plans for my future and takes every chance he can to keep it up. He's the best positive influence I've had in a while. We joke back and forth and tease each other. His sense of humor can be off the wall sometimes, I just can't help but laugh. I am very happy to be with him.
Interestingly enough, he is younger than I am but that doesn't bother me. I am used to dating younger guys and there have been drawbacks to that. I would prefer to be with someone a little older, but Will is extremely mature and responsible and those qualities are far more important than age. He's not so young, though. He's only a year and some odd months younger. I'm not making a big deal out of it. ;p Now if he grew his beard out like he did at one time (and if he does it again, there will be some issues at hand - lol), he would look ten years older than me. So, that's now a no, no. No beards. Period.
So...I've pretty much talked about my boyfriend this entire blog. I am not sure where our relationship will take us, but at this point I'm not concerned. I'm content with how it is now and I don't want to change it or ruin by talking about what the future may have in store for us. That's the future and it will get here when it wants to. But the present is what I'm keeping my eyes on. Life is good now.
Laters!
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