tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78392501103045641932024-03-05T09:11:44.626-06:00Knittard DailyRandom rantings of a knitting carpenter chickChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-50373802215451858122011-03-05T19:22:00.003-06:002011-03-05T20:00:36.238-06:00It's finally coming together<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I closed on my house on July 30, 2010. I didn't move in until about five or six weeks later. I decided I wanted to take my time and get it cleaned and painted to my satisfaction. And, for the most part, I did just that. Everything was painted and just about everything cleaned before I moved in. I did spend a night at the house here and there before I officially moved in. I was excited that it was mine. :) There was one room and one <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">project</span> that I didn't finish before I moved in that I figured I could work on when I had the chance. The project? Putting up some trim in the dining room. Still not completed, but I'll get to it in the spring hopefully. The room? The office / guest room. Since I've moved in it has had three main pieces of furniture. Two giant (heavy as all get out) bookshelves that my aunt and uncle gave me when they redid their office and a futon that was a house warming present from another aunt and uncle. I knew that this room was going to serve double duty when I bought the house, but had run out of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">steam</span> by the time I moved in. So, for the last eight months (wow...I had no idea I've lived there that long already!) it's pretty much been the dumping zone for other things that I was A) too lazy to put away properly and B) things that I wasn't sure where to put. Well, yesterday that all changed. I decided that it was finally time to get my ass in gear and do something with this room. It was absolutely the most agonizing room in the house. All of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">the other</span> rooms and their furniture just kind of fell into place. This room literally tortured me. I could not for the life of me figure out where to put anything. I sat on the futon and stared at the room / bookshelves for what seemed like hours. And then yesterday it came to me! I moved things around, sat back on the futon, and hated it! So, I stared some more. And again I was tormented by my room and what to do with it. I finally gave up and went to read a book. Defeated. By a futon and some stupid bookshelves. Don't get me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wrong</span>. I love he futon and the bookshelves, but at this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">point</span> I was beginning to hate them a bit. Hate is a strong word that I try to avoid using unless absolutely necessary. In this instance, it's necessary. This morning I awoke with a renewed determination to get this room done once and for all. So, I sat on the futon and stared. And stared. And slowly it came to me. So, I started moving things around. First the futon, then the rug, then one of the bookshelves. Well, first the bookshelf had to be completely emptied of its books. No small feat! I damn near filled up the entire floor with the contents of one bookshelf. While I was at it I decided it was time to purge some of the contents and that made me feel like I'd accomplished something. Hopefully the library will be happy to have what I no longer have room for. :) So, once the bookshelf was empty it was moved, cleaned and the books put nicely back on it in some semblance of order. An order that at least seemed to make sense when I did it, but may not tomorrow. As I sat back on the futon and appreciated what I'd accomplished I realized I did not like the next part of the arrangement I had in my head. I once again sat there debating what to do with the other bookshelf. Move it here? Move it there? Burn it? Well it can't go there because of the heat vent. Holy crap! This should not be so hard!!! So, I moved it. And I kind of liked it. So I left it there. Now the dreaded part of the whole process. I had to go move my desk, chair, file cabinet, etc from my Mom's house to my house. I had never bothered to move it before because I didn't have internet at my house (still don't actually) and didn't see the point. I'd have to drag my laptop back there to check my e-mail, balance my checkbook, etc so why move it all? Today I decided I didn't care. I don't typically use my laptop at her house anyway. I take it to the bar. It is a much more exciting place to balance ones checkbook. So, I drug the desk, chair, file cabinet and all of its contents over to my house. I set it all up and thought, "hmm, it's kind of cramped..." and then realized, I like it! Holy crap! I like it! So, I can finally check the office / guest room off of my "to-do" list. I can't even begin to tell you how nice that feels. It isn't anything mind blowing from a design aspect, but it is comfortable and it makes me happy to have it done. Finally. Hopefullyit wont take me another eight months to finish the trim in the dining room. :)<br />(composed in the newly finished office on Thursday, March 3, 2010)</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-90409465814915407202011-02-18T23:28:00.002-06:002011-02-19T00:23:38.823-06:00Tattoos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURriwi58oIKfRnGJDDiK4D4AkD2XvJgV9k37HDf8ncP1gTIEZwjs_3GAvlMkxvMfIXW85V2Tj8u1d3k6FfLDS8j-FGFo0lnH6aLf5J2GZAVVqIHeYT3ttzMx5G47LyJ6GVQp7mb4Nauo_/s1600/Butterfly+Tattoo+%25238+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575268424041710418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURriwi58oIKfRnGJDDiK4D4AkD2XvJgV9k37HDf8ncP1gTIEZwjs_3GAvlMkxvMfIXW85V2Tj8u1d3k6FfLDS8j-FGFo0lnH6aLf5J2GZAVVqIHeYT3ttzMx5G47LyJ6GVQp7mb4Nauo_/s320/Butterfly+Tattoo+%25238+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a><br /><div>So, I've been thinking about tattoos lately. Probably don't need anymore, but that's never stopped me before. This picture is of number three (the mandarin characters), number four (the fish), and number eight (the butterfly). I have a total of eight and I'm thinking about a zillion more. Okay, maybe three more. I want something knitting related. I'd like Rosie the Riveter (to honor my grandmother that worked as a Rosie during WWII). And my super secret tattoo that will be in such a light color that only I will be able to see it. Well, and anybody that I choose to share it with. I can't necessarily afford to get a new tattoo, but that's never stopped me before either. So, really this is just a random useless blog because I wanted to see how one would go about posting a picture. So, here it is. If there's any new tattoos... they'll be posted here too. :)</div>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-36343026793187835792010-07-25T14:18:00.002-05:002010-07-25T14:29:14.453-05:00My how time flies...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, July is almost over. I'm not sure how it disappeared so quickly. If I would've listened when older people said to enjoy life because as you get older it starts to go faster, what could they possibly know, I would've wasted a lot less time. Well, at least I think I would've, who really knows. At any rate, July is coming to a close. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As usual, so much has been happening since I last wrote that it's hard to wrap my head around it all. Let's see, the bank approved my offer on the house. I close in less than a week! I'm so excited and nervous and stressed out that I can barely stand it. Mostly excited though! The closing will either be on Thursday the 29th or Friday the 30th. I'm torn. I want to get it over and done with on Thursday so I can get to work on cleaning and painting. Yet I'd rather do it on Friday because if I'm off on Friday they can't ask me to work on Saturday, therefore giving me the weekend to get started on cleaning and painting. Thing is that I will have a mortgage to pay and should therefore be glad to work on Saturdays from here on out! :) We'll have to wait and see what the verdict is. I'll hopefully know tomorrow. My lawyer has to contact the seller's lawyer and find out which day is available. I originally told my lawer, Peter, that I'd prefer Friday, but honestly which ever day they tell me is fine with me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm going to have dinner with one of my dearest friends, Susie, on Thursday evening. We're calling it our closing celebration dinner. I figure that regardless of whether I'm already closed by dinner time or going to close the next day it's a good reason to celebrate.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We were on strike for almost three weeks. Let me rephrase that, the laborers and operating engineers were on strike for almost three weeks, and we honored their picket lines. It worked out well because there were things that needed to be done at the "almost" house to get approval for the loan. That gave me plenty of time to get everything taken care of. At the same time it sucked because I had no money coming in and lots of money going out. Wasn't the best feeling when I knew I'd be closing on a house by the end of the month. Fortunately, the strike ended late Monday night and we went back to work on Wednesday. Hopefully it wont take me too long ot catch up and replenish my savings account. Don't want to leave myself short when it's time to start paying my mortgage. That sounds crazy! LOL It's hell growing up and being responsible!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There are tons of other things happening. Will try to write more sooner rather than later. However, right now I feel an extreme need for a nap. So, napping I go. :)</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-56773073624770687082010-05-17T12:15:00.003-05:002010-05-17T12:36:12.992-05:00May<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, it's the middle of May already. How does that happen? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I found a house! This is the second house I've put an offer on. I loved the first one and was super excited about it... only to find out a week later that there were lots of other offers and they picked someone else. That was devastating, but as everyone kept reminding me... things happen for a reason and there's a reason that house wasn't meant to be mine. Any idea how irritating that is when you're the one actually in the situation? I will admit it, they were right! So, I kept looking. Nothing fantastic was jumping out at me and I was beginning to wonder if I was being too picky because nothing came close to the one I bid on. Then two weeks ago we're out with our list of houses and the second one we come to is rather cute... from the outside. So, in we go... or not. The key was missing from the key box. Apparently this happens a lot. Someone will see a property that they like and their realtor will take the key so that no one else can view the property. Shady, but it happens. So, my agent calls the listing agent and she tells us to try the back door. No luck. So, I try the basement door and hit pay dirt. We're in! And the basement is a good size with very tall ceilings. And, oddly, very clean for a basement. Oh, and it also comes with a washer and dryer! Can't beat that! So, we head upstairs. We come into the kitchen which is actually a nice size. Older and in need of some updating, but nothing that has to be done immediately. It has a fridge, stove and dishwasher... sweet! The dining room is a good size and it's right off of the kitchen. I think it's likely that it used to be a bedroom and they turned it into a dining room, but that's cool with me and likely what I would've done anyway. There's a full bathroom and a bedroom towards the front of the house on the first floor and a good sized living room as well. The stairs going to the second floor are in the living room. The second floor has two bedrooms and another full bathroom. The backyard is HUGE for a city lot. The garage is small. Not too concerned about it. I can fit my truck and bike in it so it'll do for now. So, I will admit that when I walked into this house I didn't get the "oh I have to have this house!" feeling like I did on the first house I put an offer on. I did however really like this house and I could see myself in it with no trouble at all. So, after we finished our tour of the rest of the houses on the list I came home and crunched the numbers. Called my agent and the next morning we wrote up the offer. By the time we were done I admitted to him that I liked this house even more than the first one. He said he did as well. So, off I go all excited again. Although this time I think I was a little more prepared for the likelihood of not being accepted again. We find out the next day that there are two other offers for the same amount. One is identical to mine. Same type of loan, etc. The other is a cash offer. Cash offers win. I was crushed. However, I was told that the cash offer asked to have some time to get their ducks in a row and the other offer that was identical to mine didn't seem interested anymore. So, we waited.... and waited... you get the idea. Finally a week later we find out that the cash offer either lost interest or fell apart and so in turn they ACCEPTED MY OFFER! No shit!? So, I have a contract on a perfectly wonderful house! It's a short sale so now we're waiting for the bank to approve it (keep fingers crossed!). Once that happens we'll have 30 days to close. So, the process is rolling. Short sales can take a long time, but I think this house is worth it. Plus, I don't have to hurry to get out of my current living situation. My landlord, aka Mom, will not throw me out and I don't have to give a crazy amount of notice to leave. That and the fact that she may be more excited than I am (likely because she wont be the one paying the mortgage) puts me in a good position. So, that's where that stands. I'm very excited! When I found out that there were other offers on the table I said to my boyfriend, Metal Dave, that I guessed I wouldn't start picking out paint colors. I'm thinking I may be able to start doing that now. Still trying not to put the cart before the horse... but it's hard. And I'm excited!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br />I guess that's about all for now. Time to get back to cleaning and throwing stuff away so it'll be easier to move (regardless of whether it's this house or another one).Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-49538422872682105802010-04-09T07:59:00.002-05:002010-04-09T09:00:37.013-05:00April<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I guess I've been a little busy! I just realized it was October the last time I sat down and wrote anything. So much has transpired in the last six months it's hard to know where to start. I guess I'll just start and it will likely be in no particular order. :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The bar... things were going well! Were being the operative word. Business was starting to pick up and we were starting to attract new customers. All signs pointed to a good spring and summer to come. Then Bill happened. Bill is the guy we were in the process of buying the bar from. He's kind of a stupid man. A drunk... surprise, surprise! He decided to be a jag off and closed the corporation that held the liquor licenses. What does that mean? The bar got shut down. And not just shut down, but shut down on St. Patrick's Day. One of the best days of the year to own a bar. We had tons of people coming to the bar for live music, drink specials, food, etc... and the drunk son of a bitch had us shut down. Really?! Really. He fucked himself really. He no longer has a corporation that holds liquor licenses so we no longer have anything to buy from him. Therefore, he gets no more money. And, what money we did give him... we'll likely sue for. He really is that stupid. So, we're in the process of trying to get new licenses so that we can get the place back up and running. It's been a nice little "vacation" for the last month, but at the same time... I miss my bar. I walked in a couple of weeks ago after not stepping foot inside for a couple of weeks and the first thing out of my mouth was, "I love my bar!" Fortunately, I wasn't alone or I would've thought myself crazy. So, we'll just have to wait and see what happens.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What else? I've been working pretty steadily until this week. It's been a really good couple of months for my company so I've been working a solid 40 since the end of November. Felt good to have a job to go to and a paycheck every week. :) Unfortunately, a lot of our jobs came to an end at the same time and now we have too many folks waiting for the next job to start. Hopefully when I call in this afternoon he'll have some place for me to go on Monday. I'm kind of hoping for one of our downtown jobs (for personal reasons that I'll get into in a minute), but at this point I'll go anywhere and be perfectly happy. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, let's get into those personal reasons...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Back in January I was sent to a job by the airport. I was the only woman on the job. Nothing new. The guys from my company always talk to me. Why wouldn't they? I'm a cool chick! The guys from the other trades didn't and that's totally normal. It usually takes a week or two for the other trades to talk to me. Not sure why that is, but that's the way it goes. So, after being there a day I was surprised when one of the guys came up to talk to me. He said he'd worked with me on a different job. Small world. That's actually happened to me a lot in the last year. At any rate, we started chatting and picked up right where we'd left off two years earlier. We actually worked on that original job for two years together so we'd gotten to know each other quite well. After a couple of weeks he told me that there was an electrician that was really interested in me. Oh really? So, I try talking to the sparky, but he's apparently really shy and it's like pulling teeth. I find out shortly there after that I'm leaving the job. So, I gave Sparky my business card and told him he should stop by the bar. It took a couple of weeks after that, but Sparky and I started talking. He seemed interested and nice so I was smitten. I usually avoid guys on my jobs only because I assume they're all married. Makes things easier if I'm just there to work, like one of the guys. However, I figured since I wasn't at that job anymore and it was very unlikely that I'd go back I'd give him a chance. In the meantime, I bounced to a couple of different jobs and finally landed at one downtown. Same scenario, different job. Oddly enough, not everyone from the other trades were afraid to talk to me! What a pleasant surprise! A couple of the older electricians were very friendly. One of the sheet metal workers was also friendly right from the start. I avoided him like the plague! Don't get me wrong, he was extremely good looking with his long hair and dimples, but he had this bad boy, biker look happening and I just didn't have it in me to go down that road again. I figured the only reason he'd be talking to me would be to get in my drawers and I wasn't interested. I wasn't rude to him either, but I wasn't making much of an effort. He on the other hand gets an A for effort. :) So, after I'd been there about a week he says to me, "Wanna go for drinks on Friday?" I looked at him and said, "It's only Monday, Friday is a long way off." and proceeded to walk away. What?! Who said that?! Me!? I don't come up with shit that quick or actually say it! But I had! And I was proud of myself! He just chuckled as I walked away. Next day he says, "So, how about that drink on Friday?" and me being the apparent bitch that I've turned into says, "It's still a long way off." and walks away. He didn't bring it up again after that, but we kept chatting. He really was making an effort. lol So, Thursday rolls around and I find out that I'm getting pulled off the job. Darn the luck! So, the Tinman (tinner is a nickname for a sheet metal, just like sparky is what we call electricians) says to me in passing, "I'm going to give you my # before the day is over." I'm like, "okay" and leave it at that. Shortly there after, he gives me his number. I think to myself, "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?! I don't have the nerve to actually call someone!" So, I'm in the elevator with my favorite elevator operator and I'm pacing. She asks what my problem is and I briefly tell her that the Tinman gave me his number and I don't know what to do. Her response? "Girl! That boy is FINE! And he's so nice! And he has great dimples! Girl! Give him your number!" I laugh...nervously... say I will and get off the elevator. Tinman is gone. :( They've left for the day and I lost my chance. Wait? Maybe not. I grab a business card and walk back towards the elevator. Here come the tinners walking towards me! Jackpot! And the Tinman happens to be the first one, so I hand him my card on the sly, he smiles and I walk away. We chatted, mostly via text, all weekend. Sunday he asks me to meet him downtown when he gets off of work for dinner and cocktails. I figure, what the hell! So, our first date was at Timothy O'Toole's on a Monday night. :) I was petrified ALL DAY. The strange part is that as soon as I laid eyes on him my stomach stopped doing back flips and I was perfectly at ease. We sat there and chatted for hours. It was very nice. More texting and phone calls after that and date number two followed two days later. Again all nervous and freaked out before I saw him and as soon as I laid eyes on him I was totally relaxed. Most bizarre feeling ever! Well, apparently I now have a boyfriend. He's a sheet metal worker and we call him Metal Dave. Not because his name is Dave, lol, but because one of my girl friends couldn't remember his name, but remembered that he worked with metal and decided Dave was a nice name. She's nuts! And that's why I love her! He's a man so he still wants to get in my pants, but the nice surprise is that isn't all he wants. Very glad I gave him a chance. Haven't talked to Sparky since the night of my second date with the Tinman. Don't miss him either. :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All right! Now that all of the crazy girly crap is out of the way... I'm buying a HOUSE! Holy crap I've lost my mind! I'm pre-approved and everything! I haven't slept a whole night since I got the pre-approval either! LOL I've been out to see a couple of houses, three to be exact. One is definitely in the running, but I'm going out this afternoon to see six or eight more with my new realtor, Jim. I'm looking forward to it. He turned me onto a couple of houses that I hadn't seen in my online searches before. They have a lot of potential based on their pictures and descriptions so it'll be interesting to see them all in person. I'm kind of hoping that by the time I get home today I either have a bid on a house or will by tomorrow or Monday. Will update!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I think that's about it for now. No guarantees, but will try to write more before another six months has come and gone!</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-16541921469545708132009-10-19T20:31:00.004-05:002009-10-19T23:02:43.636-05:00October<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I guess I've been a little busy because it occurred to me earlier today that I haven't updated this in a really long time. So, while I have a few seconds I thought I'd rant a bit about the past couple of months. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Where to start? Well, I think I pretty much left off with... I got a new job and J & I broke up. So much has happened sense then. In August my brother, step-mother and I were presented with the opportunity buy a business. In a whirl wind of a deal (literally 24 hours from first thought to final deal) we bought a bar. It's just a neighborhood bar on the Northwest side of Chicago, but it's ours! It's been a lot of work. Most of which I expected, but exhausting nonetheless. We opened the last Saturday of August and have been going non-stop ever since. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Shortly after we bought the bar I was laid off from my carpentry job. Unfortunately, not surprising with the economy the way it is, but disappointing. It actually worked out kind of well because it then gave me time to get some things fixed and cleaned at the bar before we opened the doors. I was off work for about seven weeks and was just called back the beginning of this month. So, things have definitely become more challenging trying to figure out how to balance both. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What else? Well, J & I aren't best buddies, but we have talked since breaking up early in June. I'm sure at some point we'll be able to be good friends again, but I don't see that happening in the very near future. I do hope it happens down the road because he is really a great guy. He just doesn't know how silly he is for deciding to call it quits. Whatever! It is what it is and I think we're both better for it. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Speaking of dating... I am! Went on a date Saturday night with a very nice guy. Will hopefully be seeing him again this week (Wednesday). So, we'll see what happens. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The only other thing I can think of is that I turned yet another year older on the 11th. Don't feel any different than I did on the 10th. Guess that's a good thing. I think I thought I'd be further along than I am, but all in all I'm quite content with where I am in life. Albeit a little tired. That said, goodnight.</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-40487145816965192862009-10-18T23:35:00.001-05:002009-10-18T23:35:44.171-05:00Match and Win $10,000 Giveaway<script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4a04b59bcb3262ed/4adbec9eb4ece97a/4a3bd3cd0c899804/25c11fe0/widget.js"></script>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-23096266346821265232009-08-17T23:26:00.002-05:002009-08-17T23:31:35.257-05:00Here we go again...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, things at work were going pretty well, finally. I'd been with this new company for ten weeks and a day as of today. We usually wrap up for the day at about 2:20pm and we're out the door at 2:30pm. A few minutes before two my foreman tells me to start wrapping up. I must have looked a bit confused because he then explained that I was done on that job and that I was to call the Superintendent after work. I'm sure the color drained out of my face. I knew what was coming next. So, I finish the job I was on, wrap up, return tools that I had borrowed and load up all my stuff. I ask him if I should call the super right then and I'm told no, wait until about 4pm and then call him. Oh, okay. So, I called him at 4pm. Chatted a while. Things are slow all over, no surprise. Apparently, this is most likely just temporary. Possibly off for four to six weeks and then hopefully there will be work to go back to. Could be shorter. Of course, could be longer too. Just when you think you've got life by the horns... you get stabbed in the ass.</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-81980101796895835712009-08-13T21:11:00.003-05:002009-08-13T21:14:28.251-05:00Bad Drivers<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Have you ever noticed that some drivers, while waiting to turn left, turn their wheels in the direction they're waiting to turn in? Do they not realize how stupid this is?! Seriously people! Did you not learn that you are NOT supposed to do this in drivers ed? What if I'm behind you, not paying attention, and ram right into the back of your vehicle? Where are you going to go? In the direction your wheels are facing, right? And, if you've turned your wheels that means you're going to be pushed right into on coming traffic. Does that seem like a good idea? I'm thinking not! Also, to the same people that turn their wheels in the direction of the turn, stay in your lane! Seriously! Inching out into the lane of oncoming traffic... seriously STUPID!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Done ranting. Thank you!</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-60009121275826193452009-07-03T16:33:00.002-05:002009-07-03T16:39:24.129-05:00Life... what a roller coaster!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, I found out that the reason my mouth hurt so bad for so long was because I had dry socket. Wasn't that a joy! The dentist said he had it when he had his wisdom teeth pulled so that made me feel a little better. It wasn't anything I had done wrong. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I got a job! A real live carpenter job! And a UNION carpenter gig at that! I've been there a month so far. I can't believe how time flies. It's been an adjustment for a number of reasons. First, it's hard getting back into the swing of things when you've been out of work for ten months. Let's pray that NEVER happens again (unless it's by choice). Second, this company is totally different than my last company so it's been a whole new learning experience. Which is a good thing. I like learning new things. Now I'm trying to work on being as fast as humanly possible so if/when layoffs come again hopefully they'll want to keep me as long as possible.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm single again. It's been 2+ years since I've been single and it's a little strange to say the least. It is what it is though. It came as a bit of a surprise. Not only to me, but to everyone. I think I've handled it extremely well. Thank God for being employed at the time so I had no reason to sit around and wallow. I've actually done very little of that. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, I'm on to bigger and better things. I'm working, I'm single, I'm actually quite happy. As my brother said a couple of days ago, "Good things to come!" I agree with him! So, until then... I'm off to see the fireworks at Grant Park!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happy Forth of July!</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-89333926488908122442009-05-18T23:17:00.003-05:002009-05-18T23:22:13.108-05:00Damn mouth still hurts<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, on the 11th I wrote a blog complaining about how badly my mouth was hurting. I'm here to announce that the damn thing still hurts! Badly! Okay, may be exagerating a very little bit. It still hurts enough to get my attention and really annoy me. I find myself sitting with my hand across my cheek because A) it somehow makes me feel better and B) if my hands are cold it's like a cold pack (yes, I sometimes get that cold). I quit taking the vicodin on Friday. I suppose this indicates that it's not hurting nearly as bad. I can pretty much control the pain with advil so I suppose that's better. It seems to really kick in to pain mode later in the evening. Like now for instance. It sucks. I'm tired of it! I don't go back to the doc until Thursday morning. I hope to hell it quits hurting by then. It's been twelve and a half days... will this pain ever end!?</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-53518289896787889222009-05-15T23:59:00.003-05:002009-05-16T00:02:36.527-05:00Spinning<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, last night I was out to dinner with some of the ladies that I used to knit with when one of them says she might have a job for me. Woo-hoo! Side jobs are wonderful! She tells me that one of her aunts needs her stairs repaired. That's easy enough. Then goes on to tell me that this same aunt is a knitter and spinner. Ears perk up... definitely sounding interesting. So, she says that another aunt suggested that we barter. I fix the stairs at no charge and the knitting/spinning aunt teach me how to spin at no charge. I think this sounds like a fantastic idea! So, I tell her that I'm all for it. The only requirement is that the aunt would have to buy the materials for me to fix the stairs. I then would of course buy my own roving to learn to spin with. I gave her my e-mail and phone number so hopefully I'll hear from her. I would LOVE to find someone to teach me to spin! Yea! Exciting!</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-23093190828988181532009-05-15T23:47:00.002-05:002009-05-15T23:58:55.400-05:00BC Pills<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm a bit irritated by drug companies and insurance companies. This isn't anything new, but it was thrown in my face again while I was watching the news and it really pissed me off. I heard on the news (or on a commercial during the news) that phiszer (not sure how it's spelled) is going to give away viagra to men that have lost their jobs. Are you fucking kidding me!? This seems like the least of their worries, don't ya think? Why does this piss me off so bad? Well, let me tell ya. It used to be that drugs like viagra and cialis were covered by prescription drug plans (the insurance companies). Covered. Really? Is it that important for a man to get hard? I mean, seriously, I know everyone (most everyone I think) enjoys sex, but should a drug that makes your dick hard really be a covered/paid for medication? I've been on and off birth control pills for the last seventeen or so years and I don't recall any insurance company ever picking up the tab for that. So, they'll pay for a man to be able to have sex, but they wont pay for a woman to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. How does that seem right? Is it more cost effective for an insurance company to pay for the prenatal, postnatal and life long care of a new human? It seems that paying for birth control would be much more cost effective in the long run. Maybe I'm just bitter because the cost of my birth control (each month) has recently gone from $64 to $75. Yes, I pay $75 per month for the convenience of not getting pregnant. When I was gainfully employed it was annoying, but doable. Now, it sucks. It would seriously cost me less to get knocked up, let the insurance company pay for the pregnancy and the kid and apply for state aid. Okay, I know it wouldn't cost me less than $75 a month to raise a kid, but it's just so fucking mind blowing that they'll pay for and/or hand out free viagra-type drugs, but not for birth control. Am I the only one that finds this wrong?!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br />Getting off my soap box now. kthxbai</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-7272574934461730842009-05-15T23:45:00.002-05:002009-05-15T23:47:31.965-05:00Schools out for summer!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">School. It's officially over for this semester. Thank goodness! It was a LONG semester. However, on the plus side, I earned two A's (Social Science and Humanities) and a B (Math). So, my GPA is currently 3.75. Guess I'm smarter than everybody thinks! Either that or I just know how to fool people. ;)</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-58431223310027941232009-05-14T00:56:00.002-05:002009-05-14T01:24:55.380-05:00School is OVER... almost<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, after dealing with the wisdom tooth drama last Thursday I realized that I had a final that night in my social science class (which I loved every minute of). Fantastic. In pain. On heavy drugs. Taking a final (that I hadn't studied for). Priceless. So, I studied for an hour or so before heading off to class. I also had a paper due in the same class that night. No worries on that one. I had it written on Wednesday because I knew that with the tooth drama I would not be up to writing a paper Thursday afternoon. Thank God I thought ahead for a change! At any rate, I went to class. I turned in my paper. I took my final. I actually felt pretty confident once I was done.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, that's one class (out of three) done. Praise God!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This past Tuesday I had another final. It was for my humanities class. My humanities class that tortured me all semester long. While I'm sure the professor is a nice man outside of school... he sucked at school. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Holy hell! I can honestly say that I don't think there was a single person in the class that liked him. It took everything in me to drag my ass to class twice a week. I read all of the required readings. I completed all the required homework. I wrote the paper... I got a C. I don't get C's. I get A's. That hurt a bit. I could have rewritten the paper, but I had lost all heart when it came to this class. It sucked the life out of me. Every time I tried to participate in discussion I was shut down. I missed two classes throughout the semester. The only reason that number wasn't much higher is because I believed I needed the attendance credit to carry me through to the end. Oddly, the last week and a half of class the prof decided to let me participate in class. He actually told me I couldn't answer his questions one night because I knew all the answers and he wanted other people to participate. I shit you not! I almost fell off my chair! So, as I said, this past Tuesday was the final for this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hellacious</span> class. I studied. A little. I was so disheartened by this class that it was all I could do to force myself to study. Apparently it paid off. I got 128 out of 129 questions right. That's roughly a 99%. That's obviously an A. Knock me over with a feather! So, within about ten minutes of finishing the final he had my grade posted online. I got an A! How the hell?! I even asked him, just to verify, if that was accurate. He said, "You got an A, why are you so surprised?" How do you respond to that?! "Well, since you usually ignored me and tore my paper to shreds, I just thought..." Yeah, I wasn't going to say that. I just said thank you, made 30 seconds worth of small talk and went on my merry way. Holy Hell! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, I took three classes this semester. Two traditional (on campus) and one online. So far... two A's (in the traditional classes). The verdict is still out for the online math course. I have until 11pm today (the 14<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>) to take the final online. Then... I'm done! I'd love to say I'm expecting another A, but it'll be more likely that I'll get a B. I'll update when the verdict is in!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ooh-ooh! Since I'm rambling about school! I was reading in the e-mail Carpenters union newsletter that I get every couple of weeks that my school (which is part of the Chicago Community Colleges) offers courses geared toward earning associates degrees in environmental technologies and building energy technologies. Why is this a big deal? Well, I'm in construction and currently unemployed. So, I went back to school to a) make good use of my time off and to b) make myself more marketable. So, rather than just getting a general associates degree I might as well make it in something that has to do with the construction field. And, since green building is the wave of the future, not to mention something that I'm very interested in, what's not to love!? I'm going to wait until the summer semester is under way and make an appointment with an advisor to see where I stand and what I would need in order to attain this goal. I'm very excited about it! </span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-89837176070155705592009-05-11T16:45:00.003-05:002009-05-14T00:56:28.023-05:00My fugging mouf hurts!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I had my lower right wisdom tooth pulled last Thursday. It was impacted and they pretty much had to chisel it out. I didn't think it would be a big deal. After all, I had already had my upper right one removed and it didn't hurt a bit. Ha! Was I in for a BIG surprise! Thursday afternoon my mouth hurt... A LOT! And that was WITH the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">vicodin</span> the doc gave me. Shit! So, I loaded up on Advil too and that seemed to help. So, for the last five days I've been alternating between <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vicodin</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">advil</span> to try and keep the pain under control. Actually, I've been trying not to take anything, but that's not working out so well for me. Think it's counter productive actually. I'm just too stupid to figure that out. Anyway, I called the dentist's office (a surgical place) today and asked if this was normal. Informed that it was and that in another day or two it should ease up and I'll start getting back to normal. Holy Hell! A whole week! My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mouf</span> and jaw hurt so bad I could almost cry! I said almost! I have a high <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tolerance</span> for pain, but this thing is kicking my ass! Oh well, had to vent. Going to find the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">vicodin</span> now. Cheers!</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-80053468995651571422009-05-05T22:47:00.004-05:002009-05-05T22:49:19.111-05:00So Proud...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm so easy. Seriously! I just figured out how to put the status bars with my works-in-progress (WIP's) on the right side of the page and I had to write about it. LOL It took me a while to figure out where the hell to put all the code, but I figured it out! I'm not as dumb as people think I am! Really, that's just an act. If people knew my IQ I'd have to start acting like a grown up. :)</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-36975951965671486552009-04-28T15:30:00.004-05:002009-04-28T15:37:39.439-05:00Bally's & the YMCA<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have actually worked out at Bally's a couple of times now since I re-upped my membership. Can you believe it!? I should've gone today, but I was running errands with my Mom and then had some reading to do for school. Will definitely go tomorrow! I actually like going. It makes me feel good. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, I mentioned once before that I won a three month family membership for the local Y. I had J talked into joining with me. It took three weeks, but I finally got him to go with me and sign up. Woo-hoo! We're official members of the YMCA now! The next trick will be actually getting him over there. I'm excited! They have three swimming pools! I'm an okay swimmer, but J used to swim competatively so that'd be a great workout for him. And! They have raquetball courts. I'd love to play again! And J says he has a raquet too! I'm going to dig mine out this week and hopefully I can get him to play with me next weekend. Hell, if I can get him to go at all that'll be a major improvement. I wish he were a morning person. I'd drag my weary ass out of bed every morning if I could get him in the gym before work. We talked about it after we signed up and he knows that it would pump him up for the day, but he's by no means a morning person and reminded me of that. Sigh. I'll come up with something. I just want him to get healthy. It would make him feel so much better. Baby steps! We've gotten this far and it's definitely further than I thought we'd've gotten by now. We're definitely on the right track.</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-4471026829096079692009-04-21T01:15:00.003-05:002009-04-21T01:23:47.945-05:00Three weeks of dieting... ugh...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, on April 4th J and I weighed in after a week of dieting. He lost 12 pounds! As a matter of fact... so did I! Awesome day! I was definitely more excited for him than I was for me, but wont deny that I thought I'd done pretty damn good myself. So, we continue doing what we're doing and after two more weeks we weigh again. This past Saturday, April 18th, we headed over to our friend Barry's house to do the official weigh in. I'm pretty sure before we get there that I've gained some weight back. No particular reason aside from the fact that I'm a bit lazy. So, we get there and I have indeed put 4 pounds back on. Oh well. Not the end of the world. I need to keep the other folks in this little competition guessing, right? :) So, J gets on the scale and he's lost another 12 pounds! He's my hero! That's 24 pounds in three weeks! I can't even begin to explain how proud I am of him! He's doing phenominal and he's not complained once since we started. Imagine how much he could possibly lose if he was exercising! We're joining the YMCA this coming weekend. I won a three month family membership so he's getting sucked in with me. I was looking at their web site a couple of days ago and they have a lot to offer. I'm really looking forward to it. Hopefully once we start going he'll actually <em>want</em> to go. Who am I kidding? I need him to drag me over there the first time. I'm such a damn chicken shit! Once I get over there at least once (maybe twice) I'll be much more comfortable with the idea of going alone. We'll see what happens. Hopefully it'll be another healthy change for both of us.</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-84775909857393148682009-04-03T01:55:00.003-05:002009-04-03T02:03:36.538-05:00Sleep... or the lack there of<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm not sure what my problem is, but I can't get myself to go to sleep at a normal hour. I used to, but ever since I got laid off (six and a half months ago) I can't. I would love to be back on a normal schedule, but it seems as though when everyone else is going to bed, I'm just geting my second wind. It's starting to drive me insane. Well, maybe not insane, but a little batty. I never thought I would say that I actually miss getting up at 4:30am for work. Hell, who am I kidding? I miss work! A crazy thought when you actually have gainful employment. I don't even know where I'm going with this. It's two minutes to two in the morning. I wanted to go to bed an hour ago, but there's always just one more thing I want to look at online or I just absolutely have to check my e-mail one more time. Who am I kidding!? No one is up sending me e-mails in the middle of the night and nothing I want to look at online can't wait until tomorrow! This blog is a perfect example actually. I didn't have to write this. I could've just gone to bed. Maybe I'll try that now. Maybe...</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-66431017552679498712009-04-01T00:40:00.003-05:002009-04-01T00:57:02.184-05:00I got on a scale<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBcddUS0xnt34MO2FM6Be-tv8NR250rW2XIgvf6YsjSMBk9k-7JRvGQ9g7Q6EzIQPVeVOFzBuIYyvL6ZC9nQP5QayMl6UPXvC5x5lPiPSm6SRiKLbLZ6JrP61k_1HlRaOX4jGcCcKQqlG/s1600-h/Pink+Sweater+5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319597734272875234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaBcddUS0xnt34MO2FM6Be-tv8NR250rW2XIgvf6YsjSMBk9k-7JRvGQ9g7Q6EzIQPVeVOFzBuIYyvL6ZC9nQP5QayMl6UPXvC5x5lPiPSm6SRiKLbLZ6JrP61k_1HlRaOX4jGcCcKQqlG/s320/Pink+Sweater+5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, a friend of ours decided that a bunch of us should get together and do our own biggest loser. Each of us are going to put in $50 and after three months the person who has lost the highest percentage of weight will win the pot. Most of us weighed in this past weekend. I think there are supposed to be ten of us. $500 in the end would be nice. Although, losing some much needed weight would be nice too. However, since I'm still out of work after six months, I could use the money in a major way! Anyway, my brother, Bubba and I went and weighed in Sunday afternoon and it's official... I'm fat! Holy hell! How did this happen!? Ten years and one week ago I weighed 300+ lbs. I can't give an exact number because I honestly don't know what it was. The most I was ever weighed at was 292 lbs, but I know I gained at least eight pounds after I got on the scale that day. Nine years ago today I weighed approximately 150 lbs. I shit you not! I looked hot! It was probably five years ago (if that) that I was down to 125 lbs. Didn't look hot (although at the time I thought I did)... looked sick (and I have pics to prove it)! LOL So, I would guess that last year at this time I was probably 175-180. Not ideal, but not the end of the world. Hell, at that weight I was still wearing a size 12 so the sky was not on the verge of falling. So, on Sunday, my fat ass weighed in at 201.5 lbs. Are you fucking kidding me!? I'm over 200 lbs!? This is what being out of work does to a carpenter. Well, a lazy carpenter at least! Shit! So, it's a good thing we're doing this biggest loser thing because my size 14's are starting to get a bit snug... oh and they're warn out and falling apart too. So, I need to lose weight so I can get into jeans that aren't falling apart. Not to mention that I'd really like to be healthier and back at my fighting weight. I'm aiming for 160. If I can go a little under that... awesome! If I'm 165 that's okay too, but not more than that! I've worked too hard to get healthy to let myself get fat again!</span> So, I've already started the South Beach Diet and I re-upped with Bally's yesterday. My goal is to hit the gym a least three times a week (I'm aiming for more than that to be honest). I'll make an effort at posting milestones, etc. No guarantees as I'm totally lazy! Oh, and the pic above is me taken within the last week. Looking like ASS! Rolls everywhere and what's with the freakin' bandana!?</div>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-84009365926276066752009-03-27T23:42:00.003-05:002009-03-27T23:47:31.840-05:00RIP Tony<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So yesterday I was on my way into school and was mindlessly checking my e-mail on my cell phone. I received an e-mail from one of the guys I used to work with that informed me that another coworker of ours died. What a shock to the system! He was a super nice guy. I know not everyone got along with him, but I did. We actually worked pretty closely for a number of months before he was transfered to another job site. I'm not even sure why I'm rambling about it here.</span> I think that because of all the phone calls and e-mails that have transpired in the last 30+ hours it's just weighing heavily on my mind. I feel really bad for his Dad (he found him). The whole situation just sucks. That is all. K Thx Bai.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-15699556629778196392009-03-18T00:50:00.002-05:002009-03-18T01:04:03.096-05:00Happy St. Patrick's Day! (Beannachtam na Feile Padraig!)<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, as I was sitting in my first class of the evening and thinking about how today kind of sucked I wrote this... with every intention of putting it right here. So, here it is...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am in such a pissy mood! I'm irritated with J and I'm annoyed with my mother. Oooh-Oooh! And I have something stuck in my thumb. It's been sore for days like the skin was cracked, but there was no crack. I just found the spot where there's something under the skin. I'm thinking it's metal. Joy! Will have to cut it open and dig it out. Anyway, I'm stuck in class tonight. Though, even if I didn't have class, I'd still be doing nothing - at least I don't think I would be doing anything. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm pissy because my lips are chapped. That is so annoying! What else? I'm pissy because I still don't have a silver claddagh to replace the one I lost two weeks ago. That really annoys me and makes me mad. (It really, really does. Probably shouldn't, but it does!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I left my cell in my truck. Guess I don't need it while I'm in class, but I still wish I had it. Not pissy about it, but wish I had it nonetheless. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'll try not to be pissy tomorrow.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That's where it ended. Suffice it to say, the phone was not in my truck. The phone is gone. Now I'm a wee bit pissy about the lost phone thing. Will work on getting it replaced in the morning. Here's the one bright spot of my pissy day. I called my brother to tell him about my phone and ended up meeting up with him for a corned beef and cabbage dinner at an Irish pub (a poor excuse for an Irish pub, but a pub nonetheless). After a pint of Guiness and dinner we went to another Irish pub. This one was more Irish, but they weren't playing Irish music. Hello!? People! It's St. Patrick's Day for crying out loud! Play Irish music in the Irish pubs! What's the matter with folks?! Anyway, had a nice time hanging out with my big brother. So the day wasn't complete crap. :) </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'll still try not to be pissy tomorrow.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">May those that love us, love us. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And those that don’t love us, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">May God turn their hearts. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And if he doesn’t turn their hearts, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">May he turn their ankles, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So we’ll know them by their limping.</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-24907372198707874142009-03-15T15:33:00.002-05:002009-03-15T15:43:58.841-05:00Am I an ass?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">About a week and a half ago I was making meatloaf. I took off my claddagh (Irish) ring and put it in my sweatshirt pocket. The next morning when I put my sweatshirt on again the ring was gone. Double Damn! So, after I got home from welding all day I searched high and low for it. No ring, but at least the kitchen was clean and shiney. I then proceeded to search the rest of the house. To no avail. So, after pouting a bit and wondering what to do, I decided to go buy myself a new one. Now, the problem with this is that you're not supposed to buy your own claddagh ring. Apparently, you're also not supposed to ask for one either. My boyfriend, who is not Irish, says to me, "You can't buy your own!" To which I reply something to the affect of, "I know, but I need a new one." He offers to buy me one and I say thanks, but no thanks. I didn't want him to feel obligated to get it for me. So, later I appologize for being a snot and tell him it was a really nice offer, but he doesn't have to do that. He says he wants to. Okay. Guess I should just say thank you and take him up on the offer. That was last Sunday. He said he probably wouldn't have time to go to the store I wanted to get it from during the week and I said that was fine. We could go next weekend (now this weekend). Well, it's about twenty minutes to four and the store closes at five. I'm guessing we're not going again this weekend and I'm sure he wont have time to go during the week once again. Am I pissed? Yep! Does that make me an ass? I have no idea. And quite honestly, I don't care right at the moment. I'm just pissed. I want a new ring! I haven't been without a claddagh ring on my finger since I was probably 13 or 14 years old. That's 20 years! My finger doesn't know what to do! So, now I'm debating just going to the store today before they close and buying my own damn claddagh ring and being done with it. Will that make him feel like an ass. Unlikely. Would more likely go unnoticed unless I pointed it out to him. Would be even more likely that if I didn't keep bringing up going to the store that he would forget he ever made the offer. Damn I'm pissed! Was hoping this blog would get it off my shoulders and make me feel better. Didn't work... still pissed!</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839250110304564193.post-70026029071647063862009-03-11T18:55:00.002-05:002009-03-11T19:04:11.838-05:00March as I know it so far...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just a random note full of ramblings...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There's absolutely NOTHING new and/or exciting happening so far this month. Let's see if I can pull something out of me arse... I got my new FOID card. That's exciting. Can now buy ammunition again. I bought and received my new knitpicks knitting needles. They came in the mail yesterday. They're f'in awesome! I can't wait to really use them. So far I've just fondled them and stuff. I got a Harley t-shirt from Belize. That's pretty cool. It was a gift for dog sitting. Can't beat that! I made an attempt at cleaning the second floor of the house today. That's going to take more than a day, but at least I got the ball rolling. I figure if I work on it a little everyday (or every other day) I'll be done before you know it! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wrote a paper today for my Humanities class. What a waste of brain power. The class, note the paper. I write kick ass papers. Will be interesting to see how he grades. I have another paper due for my Soc class next week. Not too worried about that one. Going to try and start sooner than the day it's due. I do that. Always. Okay, always with the exception of this humanities paper. I did it the day before. Woo! Guess I shook the procrastination bug! Wont let that happen again! Damn me! Procrastinate or die! Sounds like a union saying. Wait, that's Unite or Die! lol I was close!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Okay, speaking of unions. I have a union meeting tonight. I kind of dread them. Mine are boring and only recently did more than two people start speaking to me. I guess that's why I'm still going. The more I go the more people talk to me. Membership has its priveledges! :) So, maybe I'll get luck and win the 50/50. I could use a couple extra bucks in my pocket. Or, mabye they'll have a job for me. That would be even better! Wont get my hopes up though. Will take my check book. I think it's time to pay dues. Don't want to get booted out for something as silly as forgetting to pay dues. Rather be early than late. Guess I don't procrastinate in that department.</span>Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263950760038645232noreply@blogger.com0