tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35802610560858878572023-11-16T06:18:27.150-05:00Isn't it midnightthe ramblings of a night owl.midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-19112042384714523332008-09-18T22:00:00.001-04:002008-09-18T22:02:22.989-04:00trick or treat.Halloween is right around the corner, which means it's time to prep. for J.'s annual Halloween bash. Last year was a helluva throw down, and I spent most of the following day half alive in a hangover induced coma. While I am not planning on partying 'til I puke this year, there is still much fun to be had. What happens at J.'s, stays at J.'s!!<br /><br />Here are a couple of shots from last year. Most of my pics are too scandalous to post (lots of blackmail worthy candids of many of you... so be nice to me or else! haha)<br /><br />I was a sexy school girl with a harry potter twist.... I'm still clueless as to what I'll do this time around.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTgIL4tAb7ggHljNCf1vM_8GGdrpbp1BWzWJtpQ-bKAz8E4Wov0ooC2gPc_bhw6YdhyjP-D-cttVwK7You3fvw1Yntyukr177O8zfGOTxOOSIGWLMvkc6_ITDTe8bnmKiW56-F7dhTU4/s1600-h/pottergirl2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247540894240522610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTgIL4tAb7ggHljNCf1vM_8GGdrpbp1BWzWJtpQ-bKAz8E4Wov0ooC2gPc_bhw6YdhyjP-D-cttVwK7You3fvw1Yntyukr177O8zfGOTxOOSIGWLMvkc6_ITDTe8bnmKiW56-F7dhTU4/s400/pottergirl2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-ZbDsaK6ewAAdHsqdbS-lHppt1OKxADRs0aPMYa7lWdnq1LECOl3uEBxHGORTnF9CneUVEEn8XAq9JuqDTtw68lF0CEkqqeUh70a1cYReoYt4t_GrZCc84vMDfLK_0VuaHXcgmvaF9I/s1600-h/101_1576.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247541978813924994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-ZbDsaK6ewAAdHsqdbS-lHppt1OKxADRs0aPMYa7lWdnq1LECOl3uEBxHGORTnF9CneUVEEn8XAq9JuqDTtw68lF0CEkqqeUh70a1cYReoYt4t_GrZCc84vMDfLK_0VuaHXcgmvaF9I/s400/101_1576.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I don't really don't know what is going on here... ;)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWV0FWghOnPvmq64pq6SNthbygUn5rHWb-x-RponwmSWM-EDv_braI3hRaCTu_zSgBuoaE97eZDQyHdWCqTAPUmbCzZe3O3VH5bucLyIrMBLRFKOfTrIlly4EenlQpYAc8rxgqTazKPI/s1600-h/101_1553.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247542833862781234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWV0FWghOnPvmq64pq6SNthbygUn5rHWb-x-RponwmSWM-EDv_braI3hRaCTu_zSgBuoaE97eZDQyHdWCqTAPUmbCzZe3O3VH5bucLyIrMBLRFKOfTrIlly4EenlQpYAc8rxgqTazKPI/s400/101_1553.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Ummm, yeah. No comment on this one. </div><br /><div>Anyone have any ideas on what I should do this year??<br /></div><div> </div>midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-686956512464226662008-09-15T23:27:00.005-04:002008-09-15T23:47:54.438-04:00spidey love. ha!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHgff2rVaeD4UbAh_mYTsY_FLSe54M8pPCpxoLXrjO6By1lp9G_Rv4SnStIi4YnIVeV3D2t7uMDR_2s4RnO1-q5_2OjBeh-KbtczBtt43iXZBuA_k1JFaQoOHlfMtr0oQ04UKjNgI5gc/s1600-h/spidey1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246455963473380242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHgff2rVaeD4UbAh_mYTsY_FLSe54M8pPCpxoLXrjO6By1lp9G_Rv4SnStIi4YnIVeV3D2t7uMDR_2s4RnO1-q5_2OjBeh-KbtczBtt43iXZBuA_k1JFaQoOHlfMtr0oQ04UKjNgI5gc/s400/spidey1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I don't really know what to say about these pictures. It's weird... perhaps a bit creepy, especially for someone who is typically terrified of spiders. But, I have certainly become quite the spidey fanatic. Ok, I wouldn't say <em>fanatic</em>... it's just that instead of knocking it down with a broom, and splatterin' his (or her) guts on my patio, I have decided to live harmoniously with my 8 legged neighbor.<br /><br />And... yesterday, when Ike's gusts threatened to blow the apartment windows in (I'm surprised my patio chairs did not end up in the pond) I thought he was gone for good. Then, as the gusts turned to a breeze, he reappeared, focused on making another magnificent web.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheyxQa7tF4qB8f4AVCG8KHi1QISFLM7_f45g0Zwui7UcxmoA4-flyUhLDitWywar4-KYTILHX5GqBwa9En7M2whKkR2XHutHkT_8rKxylbXL4NqETXaEmycqZ3ELHvjTTbxBK0ajInuBs/s1600-h/spidey2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246455778083268914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheyxQa7tF4qB8f4AVCG8KHi1QISFLM7_f45g0Zwui7UcxmoA4-flyUhLDitWywar4-KYTILHX5GqBwa9En7M2whKkR2XHutHkT_8rKxylbXL4NqETXaEmycqZ3ELHvjTTbxBK0ajInuBs/s400/spidey2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I promise I did take pictures of other things, such as the pond, ducks, kids feeding the ducks, dogs chasing the ducks, and a lady bug that landed on my toe. Tonight, however, I am only inspired to share the spider shots.<br /><br />Sweet dreams everyone!! ;)midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-66002085098412971072008-09-12T21:33:00.002-04:002008-09-12T21:39:57.047-04:00itsy bitsy spider my ass!So, I must be bored, because I have spent the past 30 min. researching spiders in Kentucky. The two who made my acquaintance today on the patio were <em>very </em>large and <em>very</em> scary. If I am to continue to frequent such visitors, I would like to know who they are, or more importantly, will I die if they bite me.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I can't say without a shadow of a doubt what kind they were, as none of the pictures on <a href="http://www.uky.edu/Ag/CritterFiles/casefile/spiders/spiderfile.htm"><strong><em>UK's critter files website</em></strong> </a>match their description.<br /><br />I have now stared at enough spiders to sleep knee deep in nightmares for the rest of the weekend. Hell, I might as well go rent Arachnophobia and make a night of it... or not.midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-36384527509850361972008-09-12T20:33:00.002-04:002008-09-12T20:39:08.768-04:00remember to shift yer rear.Ughhh. My blogger site is so messed up... which makes typing this a little difficult. It was like this several days ago when I logged in, and I was hoping it was a glitch and would be better the next time around. I was wrong. Still, I am back, and rather proud of myself as it has only been 5 days as opposed to 3 months! *pats self on back*<br /><br />Today was a lazy day, filled with laundry, naps, and killing spiders on the patio. Seriously, I love the view from the patio, and much prefer a pond over a parking lot. But, if we are not careful, the creepy crawlies like to set up residence.<br /><br />Aside from being lazy, I've been in a rather shitty mood. I've not been depressed lately, and I know from experience how that feels. But, anxiety has become a daily battle.<br /><br />I hate my job, and now that I have been promoted I can't walk away from the money. (Back in July I finally got my own store). For the first time in my life I am not living paycheck to paycheck (knock on wood), which used to be a constant thorn in my side.<br /><br />Even with the new pay flow and other <em>happy happenings</em> in my life, I awake every morning with an achy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I miss my old store and my old friends. I feel like the odd man out, which I suppose is for the best. I have taken on the role of "boss" fairly well, maintaining a distance that I am not used to. I never realized how much work it was going to be... how much was going to be on my shoulders.<br /><br />(J... if you happen to read this, know how lucky you are! You have a staff of people who care about you and know exactly what is expected of them. You can leave for a month, and they would hold down the fort. My store would probably burn to the ground if I left them for more than a weekend)<br /><br />Regardless, even with my growing anxiety and apprehension, I am giving it one year of my life. There is a chance (fingers crossed) that once I completely adjust it <em>might</em> become enjoyable again. Change has never been easy for me, but I'm not one to walk out on something I care about.<br /><br /><em>"There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place" - Washington Irving. </em><br /><em></em>midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-66844280209471529362008-09-07T00:31:00.000-04:002008-09-08T00:40:04.095-04:00going to the chapel.I am currently trying to drown out the incessant quacking coming from beneath my window. The new place is next to a picturesque duck pond, and occasionally a mob of feathered friends make their way to sleep beside the patio. I only wish they would lose the need to serenade each other before retiring.<br /><br />Anyways, before heading to slumber, I am making myself sit down for a long overdue post. It's been forever (again..) but what can I say other than I have been a very busy girl.<br /><br />There are more updates than I have time to share, but I suppose the most important (and somewhat shocking news... as I am still a bit in shock myself), is that I am sportin' a shiny diamond ring on my left hand. Yes folks, I am officially engaged to be married. I have held off on sharing the news here and on the other sites I call home, my only explanation being fear...<br /><br />I keep thinking the rug is going to be swept out from under my feet... it's hard to accept that I deserve to be this happy. I keep thinking he's going to change his mind and realize how unworthy I am. It would be a shame to scream at the top of my lungs that I am going to be Mr. Him... and then have to take it all back.<br /><br />Still, everyday I wake up, and he is here loving me just as I am... a silly girl, with more hang-ups, quirks, and fuck-ups than any man should have to put up with. Of course, he isn't perfect, and I wouldn't want it any other way. He never gave up on me, and by the grace of something bigger than the both of us, we found our way back home. Sappy? Yes. Do I care? No. :)<br /><br />He's out of town for a couple of weeks. I am going a little crazy without him. I forgot how much I hate to sleep alone. Lucy on the other hand loves it, and is currently stretched out on his pillow, happy to have a whole side of the bed to herself. She pricked her paw earlier with my Obama '08 button (it's a good thing cats can't vote, cuz he may have lost one there) hehe... i know, i'm a dork.<br /><br />This is where I begin to ramble, so instead I will say g'nite and return very soon to share more <span style="font-size:+0;"></span>ground breaking news in the life of c. lou.<br /><br />buenas noches.midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-64158904081734749562008-07-16T22:45:00.000-04:002008-07-16T22:45:37.609-04:00wishful thinkin'I visited a friend this evening who lives about an hour away. On the drive home, I really started itching for a road trip. Yeah, the whole idea of a vacation sounds appealing, especially since my recent vacation consisted of packing, cleaning, painting, and the grand finale of moving.<br /><br />But, I sometimes find the drive there to be just as much fun as the destination. At this point, I could care less where I end up. I'd be perfectly content to be cruisin' down some road or another, with the setting sun, windows rolled down, my fav. tunes playin', and good company by my side...midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-36334837514336783762008-07-10T22:35:00.006-04:002008-07-12T23:49:27.804-04:00i kissed a girl<em>... and I liked it </em>:)<br /><br />Yeah, it's been forever again. Kiss it!!! Life has been crazy, scary, happy, and fabulous. I have much to say, but am not in the mood to be in front of the computer. Still... for those of you who've been complaining that whenever you stop by, there is nuttin' new to see, I thought it was time for a post.<br /><br />This one is dedicated to Andrea (and Nick who sent me the link to this song, cuz it so fondly reminded him of <em>something...</em>) *winks* Remember, <strong><em>my</em></strong> birthday is right around the corner!! HA!<br /><br />I give you, Katy Perry's "I kissed a girl"<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-jFKW4vrCw&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"></embed>midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-16871513931921167602008-05-11T20:08:00.001-04:002008-12-09T14:30:01.635-05:00to all u mom's out there...Happy Mother's Day!<br /><br />I don't know where I would be without mine.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4A659ISrTpV4rhspITDwWoldygxIgKswWlaLW41Cb07EZAKZDZLqBtjDRQX0ewPVhAxrcfcMgE3RG8kq86GikswGI53bgni0V8WQDGAOnLLVqxUNA9-GCyDvPitr_LuseVI56OAjFzto/s1600-h/CHRISTY_MOM_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199275112609974898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4A659ISrTpV4rhspITDwWoldygxIgKswWlaLW41Cb07EZAKZDZLqBtjDRQX0ewPVhAxrcfcMgE3RG8kq86GikswGI53bgni0V8WQDGAOnLLVqxUNA9-GCyDvPitr_LuseVI56OAjFzto/s320/CHRISTY_MOM_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6K9MwF6Alyc8uo-vjo5nnZWLJ2FYLrkrzHL0qezTMHte3cKILspKZ1rKTZd8ajiBQ02hCDl7bAwoiaUkYiE6nqy-dr-SpfbAKyuPqD-p_94n30tvQpkq-MXdOT5Gf_P4MkGjXZ8HcBrs/s1600-h/CHRISTY_MOM_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199274979465988706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6K9MwF6Alyc8uo-vjo5nnZWLJ2FYLrkrzHL0qezTMHte3cKILspKZ1rKTZd8ajiBQ02hCDl7bAwoiaUkYiE6nqy-dr-SpfbAKyuPqD-p_94n30tvQpkq-MXdOT5Gf_P4MkGjXZ8HcBrs/s320/CHRISTY_MOM_1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-43690279584531628662008-05-07T20:45:00.000-04:002008-05-07T20:45:31.307-04:00tell me lies.Checked my e-mail before heading to work this morning ... dad has sent me the link to this video. I've actually seen it posted several other places the past year. Let's make it one more.<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EYI7JXGqd0o&hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed>midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-10477086476020381082008-05-06T18:19:00.001-04:002008-12-09T14:30:01.819-05:00my new baby.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKtRuqI9BDysZYVAfzQsaR_JjxmIax0X55JwOQa13rd3oUkqvWBtRbf9ns3EsnM7gjvOJ_Svg-nFBs-FGo3vzKcFpi7xxzNprTWRY2gRqVaAJlYaETDQNbSV4XgenNzB4J7xHSgxGMWGo/s1600-h/ipod-touch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197391461983654498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKtRuqI9BDysZYVAfzQsaR_JjxmIax0X55JwOQa13rd3oUkqvWBtRbf9ns3EsnM7gjvOJ_Svg-nFBs-FGo3vzKcFpi7xxzNprTWRY2gRqVaAJlYaETDQNbSV4XgenNzB4J7xHSgxGMWGo/s320/ipod-touch.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ok, so it's not an actual <em>baby</em>. But, it is my new ipod touch and ... I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT!!!!<br /><div>Seriously folks, it's pretty freakin' cool. And yeah, it would have been nice to just get an iphone and be done with it, but the phone is a couple hundred dollars more expensive, and the Internet fees and whatnot are more than I can afford right now. </div><br /><div>The ipod touch comes equip with everything the iphone has (including Internet connection) only without any monthly fees. I can get online anywhere there is a wi-fi connection. Sweet!</div><br /><div>It's extremely user friendly and has more than enough space for the things I want. I've already loaded 300 songs and over 100 pictures and have not even used up 2 G yet (mine is an 8 G total). </div><br /><div>Ok. I'm done. My apologies for the excessive rambling and bragging. I've just fallen in love with the little thing and am sooo happy to have an mp3 player again (I hope the person who stole my pink Zen Micro is choking on it as I type this!)</div>midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-81175548919618267242008-04-11T21:50:00.002-04:002008-04-11T21:53:36.185-04:00boo!<em>My blog layout is still a snow scene?</em> ... wow, it really has been awhile since I've been on here.<br /><br />It's been about 6 weeks, and there is no way for me to thoroughly update without a ridiculously long post. But, I'll at least highlight some of the random/fun things that have happened over past few weeks.<br /><br />* I put in a 2 month notice to my apartments that I will not be renewing my lease this summer. The notice does not go into effect til May 1st. Apartment hunting will begin shortly, and as of now I will be keeping Steven as my roommate... *grins*<br /><br />*Drove 6 hours to Cleveland... did <em>not</em> find Drew Carey, but did run into an angry blizzard who caused me to get lost in the great lake city for 2 hours. The street signs were ALL covered in snow, so the few people who told me to turn right on Euclid were not much help. Thanks anyways! I managed to find my hotel by midnight.<br /><br />* My mp3 player (which to those who know me well, it was like a second child), my CD player/radio, and numerous Cd's were stolen from my car. I cussed and cried, but I'm the idiot who left my door unlocked. I am now driving 'round town in silence, singing and talking to myself.<br /><br />* I saw Celtic Women in concert at the Louisville Palace Theater. It was amazing!!!! Plus, if you have never been to the Louisville Palace, you don't know what you are missing. It is absolutely beautiful, and could easily upstage any act gracing it's stage.<br /><br />*Jay may have convinced me to play softball (which is crazy considering the only sports I have ever been good at were basketball and volleyball ... and that was years ago).<br /><br />* I may be going to California this summer with Miss A! She is considering going to graduate school out west, so we thought we'd make a vacation out of it. If that falls through, we are still going to head up to Chicago and take the town by storm! It doesn't compare to California, but we may not be able to afford plane tickets. Either way, there is fun to be had!<br /><br />I'll stop there. My head is buzzing with all the little comings and goings of life recently, not all of them being blogworthy. I suppose it was somewhat of a half-assed update, but at least gives evidence to my still being alive and well ;) Hopefully, I will be on more, giving my blog the love it deserves (which <em>probably</em> means gettin' rid of the snowy background).midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-4484982759810917962008-02-19T23:14:00.000-05:002008-02-19T23:14:43.656-05:00so sue me...I am officially the biggest dork in the world.<br /><br />Yes folks, it is rumored (and has been for a couple of weeks now) that The New Kids on the Block are reuniting.<br /><br />My reaction: Hell yeah!!!<br /><br />My <em>very first</em> concert was NKOTB, and I wouldn't doubt if my dad suffers from hearing loss after that fun-filled night 19 yrs ago. I made a sign that proclaimed, "I love Donnie 4-ever," and screamed so loud that my voice was but a whisper for several days. I also pouted on the ride home, pissed because they were sold out of Donnie t-shirts so I had to settle for Jordan. <em>The injustice!!!<br /></em><br />Anyways, I'm very aware that their music was silly bubble gum confection, and I doubt that anything they release now is gonna blow people away and land them on next year's Grammy's.<br /><br />Still, I'm looking forward to seeing the fab-five from Boston make an appearance again.<br /><br />Until then, here's a little walk down memory lane ... there were thousands of videos on youtube to choose from, but this was always one of my favs. Plus, Donnie is shirtless and when I was 9, well that was like watching porn ;)<br /><br />Warning: A hazardous amount of 80's hair, shiny sequins, silk shirts, top-notch dancing, and some heart stopping pelvis thrusts @ 2:32.<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuiypvLQmvY&rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed>midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-37933617461539233962008-02-10T14:15:00.000-05:002008-02-10T14:20:34.294-05:00lazy sunday.I normally find these quizzes silly.<br /><br />Who cares? It's a lazy Sunday and I can do what I want ;)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/3321"><img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/timeofday_quiz/twilight.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Your exact moment of the day is always changing, because the sun never sets at exactly the same time. You are the romantic moments just after sunset when it's still light enough to see your way around outside, and the sky is a blend of reds, pinks, purples, and blues. At this time of day, the light has a special way of making even rundown buildings looks like works of art. You're like that, too – you're always finding beauty and magic in unexpected places. Not only will you wish on the first star you see, somewhere inside, you actually expect that wish to come true"midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-45547461718543623402008-01-06T01:25:00.000-05:002008-01-06T01:44:23.675-05:00crumbling rock.Compared to this time a year ago, I am in a <em>much</em> better place. I have higher self-esteem and am more comfortable in my skin (which may be due to losing weight?) Most importantly, I have learned to keep my emotions in check; I have become a rock of sorts, staying strong for my family <em>and</em> for myself.<br /><br />Tonight, however, I feel like saying, "Fuck that!"<br /><br />I am soooo tired of holding everything inside.<br /><br />I have enjoyed becoming the comforter and the confidant. I keep my problems on the back burner so that my friends have the freedom to bring their burdens to me, without having to worry about my own fragile status.<br /><br />But, the thing is... I <em>am</em> fragile.<br /><br />I hate myself for that.midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-53226308832778467382007-12-30T01:17:00.000-05:002007-12-30T02:35:54.169-05:00patriots and pot roast. yummy.<a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v735/christylouwho/?action=view&current=TomBrady.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/christylouwho/TomBrady.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Tom Brady + sweaty helmet head + scruffy face = Perfection! ;)</strong><br /><br />Today I made pot roast with potatoes, carrots, and onions. Decided it was too yummy not to share, and invited my parents over for dinner and a Patriots game. I wasn't sure I would be able to lure my dad away from his precious widescreen television, but he caved and we spent a fun-filled evening at my apartment.<br /><br />I <em>love</em> watching sports with my dad. I am the eternal pessimist, and he remains the cool and constant optimist. I'm ashamed to admit I'm always the first to wanna throw in the towel:<br /><br />"Oh my God, they are gonna lose!!" is my typical outcry, accompanied by pacing and several stomps.<br /><br />"Sit down, daughter. They are not gonna <em>lose</em>... " is always his stern but calm reply.<br /><br />He says it like it's written in stone; a sure bet. Of course there have been countless times over the years when he has been wrong (don't tell him that), but when he's right I always like to extend a little credit his way.<br /><br />I'm not sure how much he enjoys watching games with me though, especially since my mom and I can't help but make repeated references to just <em>how darn cute </em>Tom Brady is. I do believe "yummy" is my favorite word when his face pops onto the screen.<br /><br />Things have been tough for my family the past several months. So many things have gone wrong, our lives wanting to unravel at the seams. It's been very difficult to keep my emotions in check, but I have remained a constant rock...<br /><br />Last night was good times... another reminder of how much I love my family.<br /><br />(And I'm sure the Pats victory over the Giants <em>may</em> have contributed to the above mentioned good times)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">photo courtesy of espn.com<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-90536494601761338802007-12-20T00:06:00.000-05:002007-12-20T00:47:59.599-05:00pointless dribbleI am so unbelievably bored right now.<br /><br />I don't feel like watching television... I don't feel like watching one of the many movies I borrowed from Jason... there are no books calling my name... I already wrote in my journal earlier, leading to a few lines of pointless dribble. I also spent a lazy hour talking on the phone to several friends, checking in and sharing a laugh or two. I'm sure they are asleep now.<br /><br />I'm not sleepy (maybe because I'm actually <em>off work </em>tomorrow and my body knows if I stay up late I can sleep in)... I don't feel like roaming mindlessly online. I tried to play Word Racer on Yahoo, but after 30 minutes of losing I'm now <em>here</em> pecking away on my blog. Silly really, considering I don't have much to say.<br /><br />Perhaps I should be content in my boredom. There were several days this week when I would have given <em>anything</em> to be lying on the floor, chin propped upon pillow, having nothing in the world to do. My kitty, her bandaged paw stretched out beneath the Christmas tree, seems very comfortable in my current nothing-in-the-world-to-do state.<br /><br />So, I will lay here quietly, enjoying this peaceful midnight hour. Hopefully sleep or a brilliant idea will find me soon...midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-26297766416328608092007-12-17T22:54:00.000-05:002007-12-17T23:35:01.680-05:00i can't wait to have kids :)<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMbww-nCVQg&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMbww-nCVQg&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-67400486550878460472007-12-12T22:54:00.000-05:002007-12-13T14:42:07.595-05:00oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree...I was still in a very festive mood this evening, and I decided to express my jolly holiday mood by decorating my apartment balcony with lights. It feels a little late in the season to be stringing up outdoor decor, but it turned out quite ... festive ;)<br /><br />I then busted out my <em>piece of crap</em> digital camera, and snapped a few shots of my cozy Christmas tree clad living room. I call my camera such derogative names because my pictures continuously turn out blurry. (I asked for a Canon Powershot for Christmas ... I'm keeping my fingers crossed!!)<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/christylouwho/tree5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I would have ventured outside to showcase my colorful balcony, but my fingers were already numb from untangling lights in the cold :)<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/christylouwho/tree1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now, I just have taking all the products of my jolly holiday mood down in less than a month... oh well.midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-88784011584003538252007-12-12T00:29:00.000-05:002007-12-13T00:01:52.239-05:00ho, ho, hoI can't believe it's already the middle of December. Work has pretty much taken over my life, but that's retail for ya during the holidays. I <em>should</em> be going to bed right now, especially since I have to be back at work at 8 in the morning (I just got home from work at 11 ... it's a never ending cycle...)<br /><br />I don't even feel sleepy, which amazes me. Thankfully, as hectic as things have been, I have to say this holiday season is a <em>major</em> improvement to last year. My stress levels have been very manageable and I have yet to become tired of the constant blast of Christmas music we are subjected to at work. Who needs a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">karaoke</span> bar when you've got a packed audience of co-workers and customers ;)<br /><br />*silly girl sings and dances*<br /><br />"I love those J. I. N. G. L. E. Bells .... those holiday J. I. N. G. L. E. Bells..."<br /><br />For the first time in years, I truly feel in the holiday spirit. My Christmas tree is up and decorated with a hodge podge of ornaments: ornate glass balls, homemade crafts from my childhood, candy canes, and even a picture of my cat. I also plan on dressing up the balcony of my apartment with lights and bows.<br /><br />All I need is a Santa hat and a mug of spiked egg nog, and this girl is good to go!!midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-77134088668860074162007-12-10T22:39:00.000-05:002007-12-10T22:49:48.135-05:00apologizeI am currently obsessed with this song...<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs&rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br />I'm holding on your rope,<br />Got me ten feet off the ground<br />I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound<br />You tell me that you need me<br />Then you go and cut me down, but wait<br />You tell me that you're sorry<br />Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...<br /><br />It's too late to apologize, it's too late<br />I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late<br /><br />I'd take another chance, take a fall<br />Take a shot for you<br />And I need you like a heart needs a beat<br />But it's nothin new<br />I loved you with a fire red-<br />Now it's turning blue, and you say...<br />"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you<br />But I'm afraid...<br /><br />It's too late to apologize, it's too late<br />I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late<br /><br />It's too late to apologize, it's too late<br />I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late<br />It's too late to apologize, yeah<br />I said it's too late to apologize, yeah-<br />I'm holdin on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground...midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-29783889129387824682007-12-01T00:36:00.000-05:002007-12-01T00:50:47.904-05:00in honor of the astute, peter griffin...... here are some random things that really "grind my gears":<br /><br /><center><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/christylouwho/untitled.jpg" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br />* People who don't use their turn signals. I am <em>not</em> a mind reader.<br /><br />* While at work, people approach me and ask, "excuse me ma'am, do you work here?" (I wear an apron with the name of the store on it, <em>and</em> a name tag)<br /><br />* The commercial ads I frequently have to sit through <em>repeatedly</em> while watching movie previews and music videos online. I get enough on my television.<br /><br />* The fact that no matter how many times I have tried to make coffee, it always tastes like crap.<br /><br />* People who talk during a movie, specifically obnoxious teenagers. But, I will even extend this theatre no-no to my own friends and family who insist on asking me questions during the movie like I'm a freakin' psychic...<br /><br />* The cast of <em>The Real World</em> on MTV. I'm not a huge fan of reality television, but I've been watching <em>The Real World</em> since it's first season in 1992. Originally the show <em>did</em> bring together a very "real" and eclectic group of early twenty somethings. Now, it seems they are cookie cutter party girls and frat boys. Yeah, it's full of drama and controversy, and I understand the public's love of "pretty" people. But ... it's not even close to the real world I live in.<br /><br />* Speaking of MTV... I'm fairly certain MTV stands for MUSIC TELEVISION. Hmmm... I don't remember the last time I saw music videos on MTV. Sure, there's the pop driven TRL which features the favorite videos of 13 yr. old girls. But, that's about it. If you watch t.v. at my parents', my dad has MTV labeled as "NOT MTV". It apparently grinds his gears too :)<br /><br /><p>Alrighty. I feel better now. The bitching has ceased ... at least until the next edition of "You know what really grinds my gears??" ;)<br /></p>midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-57452713344051650312007-11-25T19:44:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:30:02.065-05:00i'm dreaming of a white christmas.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK09P27zrQmqFKceiWPJPz4uJIFBvRs1Yy5AIop9F5reOIoBKI2XbHRgCVrA5ZWJgUDByQiBO8fPLZZ-2d25jVt4BtJPfxImDIuz0PtJPOw5ObkI2lfOxO2KxjV8TclgKQPu8qgyyzj30/s1600-h/white+christmas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK09P27zrQmqFKceiWPJPz4uJIFBvRs1Yy5AIop9F5reOIoBKI2XbHRgCVrA5ZWJgUDByQiBO8fPLZZ-2d25jVt4BtJPfxImDIuz0PtJPOw5ObkI2lfOxO2KxjV8TclgKQPu8qgyyzj30/s320/white+christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136944471221143714" /></a><br />My phone rings. I don't answer because I have not been so comfortable and relaxed in a long time. I know it's Jess calling to guilt trip me into going out with her yet <em>again</em>.<br /><br />It rings a second time, and knowing how persistent she is, I decide to go ahead and answer.<br /><br />"'ello"<br /><br />"Hey. What's goin' on?"<br /><br />"Nothing much. Covered up on my couch watching <em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0047673/">White Christmas</a></em>"<br /><br />"What?"<br /><br />"Uh, I'm watching a movie while laying on my couch covered by a blanket. Is there anything else you don't understand?"<br /><br />"<em>White Christmas</em>, huh. Never heard of it."<br /><br />"You're kidding, right?"<br /><br />"Nope. Is it a new movie?"<br /><br />"Hardly. But, I can't believe you don't know it. It's a holiday musical starring Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, Rosemary Clooney. Hell, you love her nephew George ... and they hail from Kentucky. Is it still not ringing any bells?"<br /><br />"No. But, I don't like musicals."<br /><br />"Well I <em>know</em> you know the song, <em>White Christmas</em>. It was actually first featured in the movie <em>Holiday Inn</em>, which came out 12 years before <em>White Christmas</em> the movie."<br /><br />*silence*<br /><br />I then broke into song, doing my best to capture Bing's holiday classic (I didn't hear any dogs howling so it must not have been too bad)<br /><br />"Yeah, I know that song. Never knew it was a movie."<br /><br />*heavy sigh*<br /><br />I decide <em>not</em> to venture out with her, choosing to remain on my couch happy and relaxed. I eventually fell asleep with Irving Berlin's melodies dancing through my head.<br /><br />I must seem like an alien to some of my friends. But, I can't help it if they have no taste for the pleasantries of old movies and simpler times.<br /><br />I'm hosting our holiday work party at my apartment next Sunday evening. Little do they know I plan to torture them with Christmas movies and music galore. Although, the eggnog will most likely be spiked making the torture not quite as painful...midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-56662301514816715542007-11-19T19:54:00.000-05:002007-11-19T20:04:00.120-05:00the blog readability test....... can KISS my ass!! ;)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="cash advance" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/high_school.jpg" /></a> <p><small>Get a <a href="http://www.cashadvance1500.com/">Cash Advance</a></small></p>midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-30885527471140094582007-11-19T13:44:00.000-05:002007-11-19T20:02:34.655-05:00the calm after the storm.This past weekend was <em>supposed</em> to be relaxing. I had Thursday through Sunday off from work - my last bit of peace before the madness of the holiday season begins.<br /><br />Unfortunately peace was nowhere to be found. My grandmother has been in the hospital since Friday, and I had to play host to several family members, including a very adorable but hyperactive 2 yr. old (<em>Excellent</em> birth control I might add...)<br /><br />I love my family and I'm glad we are able to come together when the chips are down. Even so, I will never understand how they always manage to create stress and chaos. Perhaps this is the purpose of the family unit - to keep us on our toes.<br /><br />Of course, the weekend was not a complete waste! I <em>now</em> know how to jump start a car and also mastered the technique of blowing up air mattresses with a hair dryer (I don't particularly recommend this method ... it caused some sparkage <em>and</em> I blew a fuse which turned the refrigerator off, a fact that was not discovered til the morning after. Oooppps!)<br /><br />Thankfully, my grandmother is going to be o.k. and will hopefully be going home tomorrow. I am also thankful that most of my family will be leaving this afternoon ;)<br /><br />She had a heart transplant 10 years ago, and while her new heart is still in tip-top shape, other areas of her health are beginning to falter. She is my last living grandparent, and I can't imagine not having her in my life. Most importantly, she is the glue that holds my crazy family together, and I'm worried that when she is gone we will become disconnected...<br /><br />At least I get to spend some <em>more</em> quality time with 'em this Thursday. Yay! ... a day filled with screaming kids and a feast to spoil my regime of healthy eating. Oh well.<br /><br />My poor apartment is now peaceful but in a state of disarray. I decided to take my final sick day today, giving myself a moment to breath and straighten up.<br /><br />It looks as though my date with R&R will have to wait 'til after Christmas.midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580261056085887857.post-4883046281888233022007-11-15T00:26:00.000-05:002008-12-09T14:30:02.392-05:00under the harvest moon.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTWg2MXXbW9RpL-q_SpU4nSrURRsaVH3V2n2Jq31v61gjIxXnOjm_JOuvtMioZUA_-PyOtc2pSmfHPM4fmeS99wNydFawvWy_Ad9bYAZbTk7T3nNY6JhvYtMFvb27ww7IqQGjPcbVAvgE/s1600-h/Harvest_moon.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTWg2MXXbW9RpL-q_SpU4nSrURRsaVH3V2n2Jq31v61gjIxXnOjm_JOuvtMioZUA_-PyOtc2pSmfHPM4fmeS99wNydFawvWy_Ad9bYAZbTk7T3nNY6JhvYtMFvb27ww7IqQGjPcbVAvgE/s400/Harvest_moon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132940934636046402" /></a><br /><br />Before this night owl heads to the comfort of her bed, I am reminded of my favorite poem which is much appropriate for the season. Although, according to Wikipedia the <em>real</em> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvest_moon">harvest moon </a>made it's appearance back in September. Oh well...<br /><br /><br />UNDER the harvest moon,<br />When the soft silver<br />Drips shimmering<br />Over the garden nights,<br />Death, the gray mocker,<br />Comes and whispers to you<br />As a beautiful friend<br />Who remembers.<br /><br />Under the summer roses<br />When the flagrant crimson<br />Lurks in the duskOf the wild red leaves,<br />Love, with little hands,<br />Comes and touches you<br />With a thousand memories,<br />And asks youBeautiful,<br />unanswerable questions.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg 1878-1967<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />I <em>love</em> it.midnight owlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00032412081842045675noreply@blogger.com3