It just stopped raining.
:-)
It's been raining since about seven thirty.
<3
I'm all wet.
*happy sigh*
And I have heart burn.
I've never had heart burn before.
It's kinda uncomfortable.
Today is Friday. Lot's is happening today. Or at least, lots was suppose to happen today. Not so much is actually happening though. The garage sale started about an hour ago, even though it rained cats and dogs, people still came. Umbrella's and all. I was supposed to go for a walk around town today. I have my Grandad's camera and I was going to take some pictures... but I think I'll wait until the sun comes back again. :-)
I was going to get some ice cream too... :-(
I've had so much ice cream in the last week and a half, it's ridiculous! The first thing I had to eat when I got here was a peanut butter sundae at Friendly's (I <3 Friendly's, btw).
I think I like ice cream. :-)
Yesterday we worked on the basement for a while and then we moved some stuff out to the garage and rearranged it for the sale. Somewhere after one o'clock, around the time I finished dumping the rat poison in the garbage can, Mom looked up from in between the riding mower and the snow blower and said, "Do you wanna take Dad's canoe down to the canal and go for a ride?"
Well, of course, I thought, "Sure! That sounds great! We should do that some time" But she meant right then. "Wait, right now?" I asked.
"Yeah. Right now"
So we put the big barn red canoe on the wheely thingamabob and walked down to the canal for a ride. It was nice. I haven't been in a canoe since the last time I was here in the summer... no wait... I did canoe in Texas last summer, just once. Nevermind. :-) Anyway. we went a ways down the canal, looking silly for the first bit, because it had been a while since either of us had paddled anything. But once we got the hang of it again it was nice.
I hope that Kai came out of the canal eventually. Her master looked a little frustrated that yelling, "Heel, Kai!" wasn't working... :-P He even tried throwing some sticks, but that dog was just lovin' the water too much! :-)
When we got back to the house we cleaned up real quick and drove out to Victor to meet my Aunt at a Tea House. I'd never been to a Tea House before. This one was set in a Historic Italianate Mansion with a big half wrap porch. The windows stretched floor to ceiling and the front staircase was all beautiful cherry wood! They had little tea table set up all over the house and a few on the front porch. So we had luncheon (hee hee, isn't that a cute little word?) and Gramma had coffee. But nobody had tea :-P And then we looked around. Though it was a Tea House, it was also an antique boutique or something of the like. The place was chock full of antiques, handmade crafts and dolls, books, dresses, vintage aprons (I wanted to get one soooo bad... but I'll just make a look a like when I get home, I guess) antique hankies, artwork, furniture, you name it! I got a birthday present for somebody who's birthday is the day I come home too. But I won't tell what I got her :-) I hope she likes it. I like it a lot... and I think she'll like it... she's not an overly sensible person and it's not an overly sensible gift.... that's not an insult by the way. Overly sensible people live in a terribly sad and lonely world. We see the world in a little bit more creative a light. :-)
Well, when we got home Mom and I went for a walk. She was going to show me a neat little store, but it was closed by the time we got there. So we walked around town instead. We walked past the firestation and the old churches and the Green Lantern Inn and eventually found our way down to the old Fairport "Burying Ground". The sign said that it was first made a cemetary in 1820 but the "Burying Ground Society" made it an official "Burying Ground" in 1826. The earliest date we found on a grave was 1817. That kinda rocked my socks a little. :-) The youngest person that I found buried there was only one year and five months old... wonder if it was because of disease or something... hm...
From there we wandered back over to the canal and the lift bridge and caught whiff of the smell of greasy NY pizza... so we had to stop. :-) We ended up getting mozzarella sticks and hot buffalo wings... and now I have heartburn. :-)
Well, I ought to go give Mom some company... she's still sitting out in the garage alone... :-)
Samia
Friday, July 29, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Advice is only for when you know the answer but you wish you didn't.
My life right now.
I love Fairport, NY. I love it like Garfield loves lasagna, like Bugs Bunny loves carrots, like flowers love sunshine, like fat kids love cake. I love it here.
I found a 98 year old newspaper in the attic earlier this week.
We've been cleaning out my Grandad's basement. Nothing's really moved down there since 1967... the year they moved in. I found a newspaper clipping from that year underneath the lapidary bench yesterday. My Grandad is really cool. He has more power tools and wrenches and hand saws and nuts and bolts and screws than you could possibly imagine.
He collects rocks. He used to mine gems and gold and such and he has quite a few cases of his findings, some in settings and some loose.
He carves wood. And soapstone. I think it would be cool to carve soapstone. He has all sorts of neat little carvings all over the living room and a whole bunch of half finished projects down in the basement. I cleaned the cobwebs off of a half finished carving of Santa Claus and a headless duck (the head gets screwed on when the generally form has been completed).
He likes ducks. He's carved a lot of ducks. My Grandmother paints them. There are several sitting on the shelf above my head right now.
He keeps all of his nuts and bolt and screws and nails and washers and the like in coffee cans. The basement is littered with half filled coffee cans. :-)
Company's here.
Samia
I love Fairport, NY. I love it like Garfield loves lasagna, like Bugs Bunny loves carrots, like flowers love sunshine, like fat kids love cake. I love it here.
I found a 98 year old newspaper in the attic earlier this week.
We've been cleaning out my Grandad's basement. Nothing's really moved down there since 1967... the year they moved in. I found a newspaper clipping from that year underneath the lapidary bench yesterday. My Grandad is really cool. He has more power tools and wrenches and hand saws and nuts and bolts and screws than you could possibly imagine.
He collects rocks. He used to mine gems and gold and such and he has quite a few cases of his findings, some in settings and some loose.
He carves wood. And soapstone. I think it would be cool to carve soapstone. He has all sorts of neat little carvings all over the living room and a whole bunch of half finished projects down in the basement. I cleaned the cobwebs off of a half finished carving of Santa Claus and a headless duck (the head gets screwed on when the generally form has been completed).
He likes ducks. He's carved a lot of ducks. My Grandmother paints them. There are several sitting on the shelf above my head right now.
He keeps all of his nuts and bolt and screws and nails and washers and the like in coffee cans. The basement is littered with half filled coffee cans. :-)
Company's here.
Samia
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
I'm the one who's a tragedy...
Tuesday, July 19th, 2011... *sigh*
I woke up at about 4am... the alarm went off at 5...
Suitcase packed, breakfast gobbled, goodbye's said. The sun was begining to show it's rays.
I made it to the Flyaway just before the 6:15am bus took off. The driver, Jose, apologized for not having cookies. Apparently the Flyaway couldn't afford them. Sadness. :-(
WE made good time on the freeway and I stepped off the bus at LAX around 7am. But I didn't check in for my flight until around 7:30 becuase I got off at the wrong stop. Fail #1.
So I walk like a half a mile or something silly like that, from Stop #1 to Stop #7... For those of you who don't know, that's the entire length of LAX... silly me...
I find the check in for United Airlines. I insert my ID into the automated machine, and... my flight leaves at 1:15pm??? what? no! it's supposed to leave at 9:30am! so I can meet my plane in Philly at 7pm!! Oh no! I desperately tried to wave down one of the attendants but with little luck. After a little patience was put into play I finally got someone's attention only to find that she had no idea what was happening either! "Well... let's just hit 'This is my flight' and find out what happens...". So, I still don't know exactly what was going on.. the screen said one thing and the tickets said something else and the tickets were correct. I didn't miss my plane. Whew. So all's good. For now.
My favorite part's next: Airport Security. *sigh* I followed the generally flow of traffic and the instruction of uniformed people (that I'm sure got up on the wrong side of the bed) and somehow managed to, very politely, get myself into the line that went straight to the X-ray machine.
You've got to understand something here; I've always sworn that I'd never let them X-ray me or pat me down. I'd rather walk away from my flight. But I always said that I'd slug a dude if he really deserved it too... so my word doesn't really mean that much. I hope whomever was doing the screening could see my angry face with the X-ray machine, cuz I was wearin' it! Fail #2.
Long morning + no breakfast +the frustration of LAX security + the frustration of simply being me = I didn't even bother tying my shoes until I'd found my gate. I bet I looked pretty sad walking to my seat.
I tied my shoes and then found my way to a delicious piece of Starbuck's coffee cake- highlight of my day... well sort of... it did get better... but not for a while yet.
Once on my first flight I discovered that mine was the center seat... so I took it and nervously waited to find out who I'd learn patience and kindness from during the next four and a half hours... The first one was a tall, broad shouldered, young man with a bit of a southern air. He had no accent but he had that sweet, all-American baby face sort of look, if you know what I mean. He had the window seat. He motioned from the isle that it was his seat, so I jumped up out of my seat and stepped into the isle so he could slide in... actually, no, not really... first I jumped up and bashfully discovered that I was buckled in already and then I fumbled with my seat belt (you'd think I'd never unbuckled one before) and then I stepped into the isle... Fail #3.
My second Airmate was a middle aged gentleman of possibly middle eastern decent, wearing slacks, a button up, and spectacles.
He slept the majority of the time.
So did the other guy.
It was a long flight.
They played a documentary on the demolition of the Old Yankee's Stadium, which I was completely fascinated by and then they played Jane Eyre. I've seen it before and it's no secret how disappointed I was by it. It's a great movie, but they missed the point of the book. I might have enjoyed the movie, but I didn't feel like feeling sad, so I watched without the sound.
We arrived in Philadelphia about 15 minutes ahead of time but had to wait in the air a few minutes longer because of a runway back up caused by the weather.
It was 98 degrees and raining torrents in Philadelphia.
Can you say "Sticky"?
I found my way to a restroom to drench my head in cool water and call my Mother, wishing all the while that I'd stowed some deodorant in my carry on... it was hot.
I got to my next gate on time only to discover that my flight had been delayed about half an hour. We were supposed to leave Philly at 6:50pm, but by the time they let us get seated it was almost 7:30pm.
*happy sigh* I got a window seat.
Next to a British guy.
He slept the whole time.
And by the whole time, I mean for the whole hour and a half that we sat on the tarmac and then for the whole hour flight after that. We were supposed to arrive in Rochester, NY, at 8:30pm, but we weren't even in the air until 9pm... The wait wouldn't have been so bad, but the guy behind me gave his state a bad reputation. Yes, the flight attendant was a bit tyrranical but it's rude to swear at or about people. Especially when the quiet, polite, little white boy flight attendant came back to apologize to you on her behalf...
*sigh* He needed a chill pill. Or two.
I finally arrived in Rochester, NY, around 10pm EST!
My Grandparents were kind enough to meet me at the airport, but unfortunately my suitcase wasn't...
So we went to Friendly's for ice cream sundaes and the airport delivered it right to the front door the next morning!
*exhale*
So that was my day... it was a long day... I'm still catching up from it... as you can see... I started this post a few days ago and am just now finishing it... *sigh*
I'll tell you about my favorite place in the world later this week :-)
Goodnight all!
-Samia
I woke up at about 4am... the alarm went off at 5...
Suitcase packed, breakfast gobbled, goodbye's said. The sun was begining to show it's rays.
I made it to the Flyaway just before the 6:15am bus took off. The driver, Jose, apologized for not having cookies. Apparently the Flyaway couldn't afford them. Sadness. :-(
WE made good time on the freeway and I stepped off the bus at LAX around 7am. But I didn't check in for my flight until around 7:30 becuase I got off at the wrong stop. Fail #1.
So I walk like a half a mile or something silly like that, from Stop #1 to Stop #7... For those of you who don't know, that's the entire length of LAX... silly me...
I find the check in for United Airlines. I insert my ID into the automated machine, and... my flight leaves at 1:15pm??? what? no! it's supposed to leave at 9:30am! so I can meet my plane in Philly at 7pm!! Oh no! I desperately tried to wave down one of the attendants but with little luck. After a little patience was put into play I finally got someone's attention only to find that she had no idea what was happening either! "Well... let's just hit 'This is my flight' and find out what happens...". So, I still don't know exactly what was going on.. the screen said one thing and the tickets said something else and the tickets were correct. I didn't miss my plane. Whew. So all's good. For now.
My favorite part's next: Airport Security. *sigh* I followed the generally flow of traffic and the instruction of uniformed people (that I'm sure got up on the wrong side of the bed) and somehow managed to, very politely, get myself into the line that went straight to the X-ray machine.
You've got to understand something here; I've always sworn that I'd never let them X-ray me or pat me down. I'd rather walk away from my flight. But I always said that I'd slug a dude if he really deserved it too... so my word doesn't really mean that much. I hope whomever was doing the screening could see my angry face with the X-ray machine, cuz I was wearin' it! Fail #2.
Long morning + no breakfast +the frustration of LAX security + the frustration of simply being me = I didn't even bother tying my shoes until I'd found my gate. I bet I looked pretty sad walking to my seat.
I tied my shoes and then found my way to a delicious piece of Starbuck's coffee cake- highlight of my day... well sort of... it did get better... but not for a while yet.
Once on my first flight I discovered that mine was the center seat... so I took it and nervously waited to find out who I'd learn patience and kindness from during the next four and a half hours... The first one was a tall, broad shouldered, young man with a bit of a southern air. He had no accent but he had that sweet, all-American baby face sort of look, if you know what I mean. He had the window seat. He motioned from the isle that it was his seat, so I jumped up out of my seat and stepped into the isle so he could slide in... actually, no, not really... first I jumped up and bashfully discovered that I was buckled in already and then I fumbled with my seat belt (you'd think I'd never unbuckled one before) and then I stepped into the isle... Fail #3.
My second Airmate was a middle aged gentleman of possibly middle eastern decent, wearing slacks, a button up, and spectacles.
He slept the majority of the time.
So did the other guy.
It was a long flight.
They played a documentary on the demolition of the Old Yankee's Stadium, which I was completely fascinated by and then they played Jane Eyre. I've seen it before and it's no secret how disappointed I was by it. It's a great movie, but they missed the point of the book. I might have enjoyed the movie, but I didn't feel like feeling sad, so I watched without the sound.
We arrived in Philadelphia about 15 minutes ahead of time but had to wait in the air a few minutes longer because of a runway back up caused by the weather.
It was 98 degrees and raining torrents in Philadelphia.
Can you say "Sticky"?
I found my way to a restroom to drench my head in cool water and call my Mother, wishing all the while that I'd stowed some deodorant in my carry on... it was hot.
I got to my next gate on time only to discover that my flight had been delayed about half an hour. We were supposed to leave Philly at 6:50pm, but by the time they let us get seated it was almost 7:30pm.
*happy sigh* I got a window seat.
Next to a British guy.
He slept the whole time.
And by the whole time, I mean for the whole hour and a half that we sat on the tarmac and then for the whole hour flight after that. We were supposed to arrive in Rochester, NY, at 8:30pm, but we weren't even in the air until 9pm... The wait wouldn't have been so bad, but the guy behind me gave his state a bad reputation. Yes, the flight attendant was a bit tyrranical but it's rude to swear at or about people. Especially when the quiet, polite, little white boy flight attendant came back to apologize to you on her behalf...
*sigh* He needed a chill pill. Or two.
I finally arrived in Rochester, NY, around 10pm EST!
My Grandparents were kind enough to meet me at the airport, but unfortunately my suitcase wasn't...
So we went to Friendly's for ice cream sundaes and the airport delivered it right to the front door the next morning!
*exhale*
So that was my day... it was a long day... I'm still catching up from it... as you can see... I started this post a few days ago and am just now finishing it... *sigh*
I'll tell you about my favorite place in the world later this week :-)
Goodnight all!
-Samia
Monday, July 18, 2011
Wait... who are the Redwings?
I'll have to google that in a minute. I may be going to a baseball game tomorrow night. The RedWings are playing (?). You know... The Rochester RedWings... in New York.
Surprise!
I'm flying to NY tomorrow morning! For a whole three weeks! Eek! Mom and I are going to visit family and I planned my flight a little bit wrong... so I'll be flying there tomorrow morning and mom will fly tomorrow night. So, in the meantime, my Aunt and I are going to hang out! Possibly at a baseball game. I guess her work buddies have a private box or something for the game which is pretty exciting. It's only minor league, it's not like seeing the Yankees play, but still pretty cool. Boy I'd give anything to see a Yankees game... specifically in Yankee Stadium... wouldn't that just be the best?
Anywho... so, I'm supposed to be packing... I mean, I'm mostly done packing... but I'm tired of packing... but I have to work tonight. So I really can't put it off... *sigh*
I. Am. So. Excited.
*sigh*
I still have to pack my toothbrush... my face wash and lotion, make up, bathrobe... shampoo... M&ms... :-D I think that's about it... I suppose I can put it off a little bit.
:-D
I should go wash up for work...
*sigh*
Samia
Surprise!
I'm flying to NY tomorrow morning! For a whole three weeks! Eek! Mom and I are going to visit family and I planned my flight a little bit wrong... so I'll be flying there tomorrow morning and mom will fly tomorrow night. So, in the meantime, my Aunt and I are going to hang out! Possibly at a baseball game. I guess her work buddies have a private box or something for the game which is pretty exciting. It's only minor league, it's not like seeing the Yankees play, but still pretty cool. Boy I'd give anything to see a Yankees game... specifically in Yankee Stadium... wouldn't that just be the best?
Anywho... so, I'm supposed to be packing... I mean, I'm mostly done packing... but I'm tired of packing... but I have to work tonight. So I really can't put it off... *sigh*
I. Am. So. Excited.
*sigh*
I still have to pack my toothbrush... my face wash and lotion, make up, bathrobe... shampoo... M&ms... :-D I think that's about it... I suppose I can put it off a little bit.
:-D
I should go wash up for work...
*sigh*
Samia
Friday, July 15, 2011
If you're a cockroach and I evict you I'm not going to throw your stuff in the dumpster...
Goodbye Henry.
Good riddance.
*sigh*
I'll be seeing the new "Henry" on Monday, I'm sure.
You see, Henry is the cockroach that lives in the bathroom at work. Or, rather, "Henry" is the cockroaches that live in the bathroom at work. We only seem to see them one at a time and though we've killed several... well... like I said, I'll be seeing the next Henry on Monday, I'm sure.
Henry is about and inch and a quarter long.
Henry makes Alin the Bean climb the desk like a beanstalk.
I was minding my own business, taking out the trash, when I found Henry tonight. Under the trash can. In a corner where a small plastic cup was the only thing I could reach him with. I quickly decided that the plastic cup was a bad idea.
When I was a kid I wouldn't have hesitated to catch an inch and a quarter long cockroach in a translucent plastic cup using nothing but my hands and a magazine. But there's something about becoming a woman that does away with that complacency towards creepy crawlies. And the Bean's screaming didn't help put me at ease much either. I even yelled at her to stop screaming, to which she replied with, "Ok. Aaaaaaaghhhhh!!!".
"Ok, ok, I have an idea" she finally said, "give me that trash can, you scare him out into the middle of the room here and I'll trap him under it!" I didn't say what I was thinking ("Really. I don't think you could successfully throw a ball onto the floor right now...") and I handed the trash can up to her (she was standing on an office chair).
So, I squirmed and swatted at Henry with the magazine, which was quite affective in making him run straight at me and getting Alin to scream some more... or maybe that was me... hm... After a few headless chicken type turns about the room Henry dove to safety in the dark, dusty, corner beside the jeweler's bench.
We gave up the chase. We couldn't see him anymore so we felt better, though, it was still a bit disturbing that he was out of the bathroom. Henry never ventures out of the bathroom. Never.
About ten minutes later something possessed me to clean out that dark, dusty, corner beside the jeweler's bench. Hm, metal shelves, interesting. Ooh, ring stock forms from 2008, wonder if they remember that's missing. What the heck? a roll of brown paper. Nothing else in the corner but dust. Uh oh. Where's Henry??? Then I remembered the brown paper. I pointed my theory out to Alin. She was down from the chair, but squirmed none the less. We stood there for a moment considering what we could do about it. I considered just carrying the paper down the way to the garbage shoot. But what if Henry wasn't even in there and I just waisted a good roll of brown paper? Or, what if Henry was in there and decided to come out on the way to the garbage shoot? I don't think I'd like that very much. *lightbulb!* I had it! I told Alin the plan and she opened up a trash bag and held it very, very, gingerly, so as to hardly touch it at all (I don't blame her for what I was about to do). I carefully picked the paper roll up by one and and violently shook the other end above the garbage bag.
*pause* This is the point where our story comes to a climax, so naturally, there is music in the background, ours was Alin's screams and squeals... *play*
Sure enough, out came Henry. Right into the garbage bag. Score one for the little girls dancing on their toes. The next ten seconds or so was a whirlwind rush of the bag switching hands and then a secure knot being tied in the top, followed by my hasty departure to the garbage shoot with our dear Henry suffocating in my hand ( I SO hope he was suffocating!).
Henry is now in cockroach heaven. Or, as Alin said, unfortunately he's not. But I bet he thinks he is... lot'sa garbage down that garbage shoot...
Samia
Good riddance.
*sigh*
I'll be seeing the new "Henry" on Monday, I'm sure.
You see, Henry is the cockroach that lives in the bathroom at work. Or, rather, "Henry" is the cockroaches that live in the bathroom at work. We only seem to see them one at a time and though we've killed several... well... like I said, I'll be seeing the next Henry on Monday, I'm sure.
Henry is about and inch and a quarter long.
Henry makes Alin the Bean climb the desk like a beanstalk.
I was minding my own business, taking out the trash, when I found Henry tonight. Under the trash can. In a corner where a small plastic cup was the only thing I could reach him with. I quickly decided that the plastic cup was a bad idea.
When I was a kid I wouldn't have hesitated to catch an inch and a quarter long cockroach in a translucent plastic cup using nothing but my hands and a magazine. But there's something about becoming a woman that does away with that complacency towards creepy crawlies. And the Bean's screaming didn't help put me at ease much either. I even yelled at her to stop screaming, to which she replied with, "Ok. Aaaaaaaghhhhh!!!".
"Ok, ok, I have an idea" she finally said, "give me that trash can, you scare him out into the middle of the room here and I'll trap him under it!" I didn't say what I was thinking ("Really. I don't think you could successfully throw a ball onto the floor right now...") and I handed the trash can up to her (she was standing on an office chair).
So, I squirmed and swatted at Henry with the magazine, which was quite affective in making him run straight at me and getting Alin to scream some more... or maybe that was me... hm... After a few headless chicken type turns about the room Henry dove to safety in the dark, dusty, corner beside the jeweler's bench.
We gave up the chase. We couldn't see him anymore so we felt better, though, it was still a bit disturbing that he was out of the bathroom. Henry never ventures out of the bathroom. Never.
About ten minutes later something possessed me to clean out that dark, dusty, corner beside the jeweler's bench. Hm, metal shelves, interesting. Ooh, ring stock forms from 2008, wonder if they remember that's missing. What the heck? a roll of brown paper. Nothing else in the corner but dust. Uh oh. Where's Henry??? Then I remembered the brown paper. I pointed my theory out to Alin. She was down from the chair, but squirmed none the less. We stood there for a moment considering what we could do about it. I considered just carrying the paper down the way to the garbage shoot. But what if Henry wasn't even in there and I just waisted a good roll of brown paper? Or, what if Henry was in there and decided to come out on the way to the garbage shoot? I don't think I'd like that very much. *lightbulb!* I had it! I told Alin the plan and she opened up a trash bag and held it very, very, gingerly, so as to hardly touch it at all (I don't blame her for what I was about to do). I carefully picked the paper roll up by one and and violently shook the other end above the garbage bag.
*pause* This is the point where our story comes to a climax, so naturally, there is music in the background, ours was Alin's screams and squeals... *play*
Sure enough, out came Henry. Right into the garbage bag. Score one for the little girls dancing on their toes. The next ten seconds or so was a whirlwind rush of the bag switching hands and then a secure knot being tied in the top, followed by my hasty departure to the garbage shoot with our dear Henry suffocating in my hand ( I SO hope he was suffocating!).
Henry is now in cockroach heaven. Or, as Alin said, unfortunately he's not. But I bet he thinks he is... lot'sa garbage down that garbage shoot...
Samia
Mexican, Margaritas, and Midnight...
Before you freak- I did not have a margarita. I had regular cola. It was my over-21-coworkers that had margaritas. :-)
The folks at work like to go to restaurants after closing. I don't usually go. But today was special. We were celebrating Alin the Bean and Martha's one year anniversary of working at the store. So I thought it would be nice of me to go. :-)
I had fun. The last time I went out with them I think I was a bit quiet... a little awkward... I'd never hung out with legal people before :-P But tonight the boss was there and a couple of the girls had brought their boyfriends, so it just seemed altogether more comfortable.
So two extra large sampler plates and several drinks later Alin leans over and whispers to me, "Hey, Pst!" She points to her boyfriend, "I love this guy!"
I know, Alin, I know. :-) She was having fun. It's a good thing he was driving. :-)
Well... I did have a fun time, we had some goofy conversations. But I think I'm going to stick to just every once in a little while. I don't plan on drinking, so I don't need too much exposure to it.
Well... that cola had caffeine in it... I should be sleeping... I've got lots to do this weekend... packing for and impromptu trip to NY and such (:-D) So I'm going to try to sleep now...
Try... hm... I have to finish reading that book...
:-P
Samia
The folks at work like to go to restaurants after closing. I don't usually go. But today was special. We were celebrating Alin the Bean and Martha's one year anniversary of working at the store. So I thought it would be nice of me to go. :-)
I had fun. The last time I went out with them I think I was a bit quiet... a little awkward... I'd never hung out with legal people before :-P But tonight the boss was there and a couple of the girls had brought their boyfriends, so it just seemed altogether more comfortable.
So two extra large sampler plates and several drinks later Alin leans over and whispers to me, "Hey, Pst!" She points to her boyfriend, "I love this guy!"
I know, Alin, I know. :-) She was having fun. It's a good thing he was driving. :-)
Well... I did have a fun time, we had some goofy conversations. But I think I'm going to stick to just every once in a little while. I don't plan on drinking, so I don't need too much exposure to it.
Well... that cola had caffeine in it... I should be sleeping... I've got lots to do this weekend... packing for and impromptu trip to NY and such (:-D) So I'm going to try to sleep now...
Try... hm... I have to finish reading that book...
:-P
Samia
Monday, July 11, 2011
A Day Worth Recounting...
Sunday. Ah, Sunday...
I missed my alarm... or maybe I didn't set it... I was out cold until near 11am. I was supposed to be at work at 8:10am. Oops.
They say that the average head cold lasts for 7-10 days and ought to be no more than 14... I'm going on... let's see here... 18 days... yeah, I that's about right.
So I got up and frantically made a call to my supervisor's answering machine apologizing for not having showed up.
I cleaned my room. It hasn't been clean in a while... well, it has, but it get's messy pretty fast.
My phone rang. It was J-pie, was I coming over? Oops. I was supposed to go over for some ping pong and a movie, I forgot. So I took my Mom's mini van and drove over to her house.
We played ping pong. We have mad skills. I mean that in a lunatic sort of mad way. :-) It was fun. :-P J-pie's Mom came out and asked her to put gas in her truck, so she could take it on the road, so I offered to drive behind her to the station, just in case, because it was driving on merely fume's.
The van wouldn't start.
Put the key in, foot on the brake (just in case), turn key... *click, click, click* nothing. Nada. Very quiet.
Uh oh.
So J-pie made it to the station on her own and came back. I asked for a jump, so she pulled the Lexus out into the street and I hooked up the jumper cables.
I have done this before, quite a few times actually.
There were four of us 20ish year old girls standing there. I felt so brave dealing with car engines and electricity... but only because I had a worried audience... on any other day it would have been no big deal. Like I said before, I've done this before, quite a few times.
Red on positive of dead car. Red on positive of running engine. Black on negative of run--- *scream!!!*
Thank you Nat. That was really funny. I'm laughing so hard. Well, actually I was laughing, but not that hard. :-D
I finished hooking the jumper cables up without incident and my engine started up with a bit of a groan and cough. Cables unhooked and put away. Lexus returned to it's place. I took the van down the street, Mom said the battery was just dead and if we jumped it and took it for a ride on the freeway that the alternator would bring back it's life.
We made it half a block.
She coughed and sputtered and died. No lights, no engine... nothing.
Fail.
So Nat and I get out and call J-pie on her cellphone and she and Taylor come running down the street. Nat's never pushed a dead car before. Glad to have broadened her sphere of experience for her.
Did you know that when there is no electricity, there is no power steering? I like power steering. I'm so glad we normally have it. My arms are sore and tired.
Let's just pull it off to the side and Triple A will come and get it tomorrow, we say. So we push it to the side of the street. Well, they push, I steer (which was almost just as difficult, I think :-P). But the sign above our heads says "No Parking Mondays 12noon-2pm - Street Cleaning" Oh. But the sign across the street says Tuesdays. So we say, "Let's push it into that driveway and then back it up and park it on the other side of the street in front of Gladys' house." But the power steering isn't working... so it was a pretty intense K-turn. Over a speed bump. I think I had the easier job for sure. Sorry Ladies.
Job done. Car locked. And we walk away. *sigh* well... that was interesting...
So we go back to J-pie's house and watch The Princess and The Frog. Because we're so growed up like that. It was cute. I will never kiss a frog. A basketball maybe, and only if it's wearing a Stetson. But no frogs.
After the movie we all drove over to the church in J-pie's Lexus. Because my car was kaput. Nat and I stayed and Taylor and J-pie went home. We were late, so we sneaked in quiet like.
I didn't feel very good. I made it through two and a half baptisms and then I sneaked right back out. Mom was in the nursery, so I stole her keys and drove home in the Camry. I sat down on the couch and then woke up an hour later to the smell of chicken burgers. I went back to the church to get Mom and then back home to sleep some more.
It's 11am again... I think I need a nap...
Samia
I missed my alarm... or maybe I didn't set it... I was out cold until near 11am. I was supposed to be at work at 8:10am. Oops.
They say that the average head cold lasts for 7-10 days and ought to be no more than 14... I'm going on... let's see here... 18 days... yeah, I that's about right.
So I got up and frantically made a call to my supervisor's answering machine apologizing for not having showed up.
I cleaned my room. It hasn't been clean in a while... well, it has, but it get's messy pretty fast.
My phone rang. It was J-pie, was I coming over? Oops. I was supposed to go over for some ping pong and a movie, I forgot. So I took my Mom's mini van and drove over to her house.
We played ping pong. We have mad skills. I mean that in a lunatic sort of mad way. :-) It was fun. :-P J-pie's Mom came out and asked her to put gas in her truck, so she could take it on the road, so I offered to drive behind her to the station, just in case, because it was driving on merely fume's.
The van wouldn't start.
Put the key in, foot on the brake (just in case), turn key... *click, click, click* nothing. Nada. Very quiet.
Uh oh.
So J-pie made it to the station on her own and came back. I asked for a jump, so she pulled the Lexus out into the street and I hooked up the jumper cables.
I have done this before, quite a few times actually.
There were four of us 20ish year old girls standing there. I felt so brave dealing with car engines and electricity... but only because I had a worried audience... on any other day it would have been no big deal. Like I said before, I've done this before, quite a few times.
Red on positive of dead car. Red on positive of running engine. Black on negative of run--- *scream!!!*
Thank you Nat. That was really funny. I'm laughing so hard. Well, actually I was laughing, but not that hard. :-D
I finished hooking the jumper cables up without incident and my engine started up with a bit of a groan and cough. Cables unhooked and put away. Lexus returned to it's place. I took the van down the street, Mom said the battery was just dead and if we jumped it and took it for a ride on the freeway that the alternator would bring back it's life.
We made it half a block.
She coughed and sputtered and died. No lights, no engine... nothing.
Fail.
So Nat and I get out and call J-pie on her cellphone and she and Taylor come running down the street. Nat's never pushed a dead car before. Glad to have broadened her sphere of experience for her.
Did you know that when there is no electricity, there is no power steering? I like power steering. I'm so glad we normally have it. My arms are sore and tired.
Let's just pull it off to the side and Triple A will come and get it tomorrow, we say. So we push it to the side of the street. Well, they push, I steer (which was almost just as difficult, I think :-P). But the sign above our heads says "No Parking Mondays 12noon-2pm - Street Cleaning" Oh. But the sign across the street says Tuesdays. So we say, "Let's push it into that driveway and then back it up and park it on the other side of the street in front of Gladys' house." But the power steering isn't working... so it was a pretty intense K-turn. Over a speed bump. I think I had the easier job for sure. Sorry Ladies.
Job done. Car locked. And we walk away. *sigh* well... that was interesting...
So we go back to J-pie's house and watch The Princess and The Frog. Because we're so growed up like that. It was cute. I will never kiss a frog. A basketball maybe, and only if it's wearing a Stetson. But no frogs.
After the movie we all drove over to the church in J-pie's Lexus. Because my car was kaput. Nat and I stayed and Taylor and J-pie went home. We were late, so we sneaked in quiet like.
I didn't feel very good. I made it through two and a half baptisms and then I sneaked right back out. Mom was in the nursery, so I stole her keys and drove home in the Camry. I sat down on the couch and then woke up an hour later to the smell of chicken burgers. I went back to the church to get Mom and then back home to sleep some more.
It's 11am again... I think I need a nap...
Samia
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Love is not Boastful
My first impression of this sentence: Love doesn't shove it's accomplishments in other people's faces.
Boast: to speak with pride. That's why Paul is able to use the word Boast when speaking of the cross of Christ in Galatians 6:14. So the English word, Boast, doesn't really do this verse justice... The American Standard Version Bibles uses instead the word "vaunteth" which means to brag or to boast "vaingloriously of"... which is excessive pride over one's own achievements.
Love is not consumed with self. That seems to be the theme here... Love is selfless.
Love doesn't talk about what it has or what it's getting. It isn't obsessed with self. Love doesn't make itself the center of attention (ouch). Love is discreet...
Love is selfless... "devoted to others' welfare and interests and not one's own."
Hm...
Samia
Boast: to speak with pride. That's why Paul is able to use the word Boast when speaking of the cross of Christ in Galatians 6:14. So the English word, Boast, doesn't really do this verse justice... The American Standard Version Bibles uses instead the word "vaunteth" which means to brag or to boast "vaingloriously of"... which is excessive pride over one's own achievements.
Love is not consumed with self. That seems to be the theme here... Love is selfless.
Love doesn't talk about what it has or what it's getting. It isn't obsessed with self. Love doesn't make itself the center of attention (ouch). Love is discreet...
Love is selfless... "devoted to others' welfare and interests and not one's own."
Hm...
Samia
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