I Can't Wait for What Tomorrow Brings!

Half Empty:

After a restless night of tossing and turning, I woke up this morning only to realize that I had overslept by forty minutes. I usually leave for work about thirty minutes after I wake up, so needless to say I was running a bit late.

Off to work!

While rushing to work, I noticed that my car was sounding a bit funny. The engine seemed to be working really hard, and a slight “tick-tick-tick-tick” sound was coming from under my hood. Oh well. Must drive on. As I took a curved off-ramp, my check oil light lit up on my dashboard. Oh well. I’ll just buy some oil on my way home and top off my car.

I was about three miles from work when all of a sudden, my battery light turned on. Then off. Then on. Then off again. On. Off. On. Off-on-off-on-off-on-off. It stayed off.

What the hell was that?!

I arrived at work eight minutes late. If anyone knows me, they know that I HATE to be late. Ever. For anything. Hate it. Oh well. I continued to my desk to trudge through a fairly uneventful day at work. Eight hours later, it was time to go home.

I got into my car, put the key into the ignition, turned the key- nothing. My car wouldn't start. I guess that’s why the battery light went on. A couple of my co-workers were outside by my car, and one of them had jumper cables in their car, so they jumped my car, and voila! We have power! I thanked my hero of the moment and drove off. My original plan for after work was to drive home, pick up my camera, and head over to Brook’s house to work on an art project. I decided to give Greg a call to give him the heads up about my car acting up. He said that my battery may just need to be cleaned and he had the tools in his car, so I could meet him at his work and he could clean up my battery. This sounded like a good idea, so I gave Brook a call to reschedule our art date, and headed downtown to Greg’s work. That turned out to be quite an ordeal.

As I was heading into the tunnel towards downtown, my car decided to act like it was possessed by the devil- which, by the way, I wouldn’t put past the lime green bastard. This car has tried to cut my arm off with it's window, and it’s locks have actually drawn blood from one of my passengers! But I digress…I was heading into the tunnel when my ABS light went on. Then off. Then on. Then my airbag light went on, my screen that shows what gear my car is in turned off, my radio turned off and my speedometer kept jumping from fifty to zero to twenty to five and back to zero mph’s. Now, I don’t know much about cars, but I suspected that this was not good.

I made it to Greg’s work, parked my car and let my husband work his magic. I guess he needed his top hat for his magic to kick in, because after a couple failed attempts to jump my car (again), it started up for a little while, then let all of it’s lights, bells and whistles flare up (again)- and die. Greg let me drive his truck home.

I swear to God my car knows whenever I make a large purchase, because every single time I spend a lot of money (or come into a good amount), no more than three days later does that crappy bug have some kind of problem that puts me deeper into debt! This time the purchase was plane tickets. Ever since I’ve paid off my car (which was in November), I have been looking forward to having one less monthly payment, but I have probably put more money into repairs over these last nine months than monthly payments would have cost me. Stupid bug. I want to keep it until it dies, but that time seems to be creeping closer and closer. Or I just may drive the blasted thing off a cliff- that is if I can start it.


Half Full:

After an active night of finding the perfect sleeping position, I woke up this morning about forty minutes after my alarm was supposed to go off. It was so nice to wake up naturally for once! I got to work a little late, so yay- I got to work eight minutes less today!

On my way to work, my battery light and check oil light went on. It’s so reassuring to know that the safety features in my car still work. Thank you, car, for reminding me it’s close to oil changing time!

Work was fun today! I started making GIANT boards that say CHEESE, MEAT and DELI. They’re going to go above the cheese, meat and deli sections in the store. It’s so wonderful to be able to let my creative juices flow at work and use my imagination!

When I got out of work, I headed towards my car and was greeted by my friendly coworkers. They’re so nice. Then, I tried to turn on my car and wouldn’t you know it- the darn thing wouldn’t start! I guess it was just fate’s way of letting me spend more time with my nice coworkers. Luckily, one of my favorite coworkers had jumper cables in his car, so he gave it a quick jump and voila! We had power! As I made my way home, my dashboard decided to put on a show for me! It flashed all of it’s pretty lights and made it’s fancy speedometer wave hello to me! I thought it would be nice to share this experience with Greg, so I met him at his work and showed him all the lovely tricks my car could do. He thought it was nice, but he had to go back to work, so he jumped my car again and it started up! Then my car decided to do an encore performance and let the lights go off again. Hooray! I guess Greg thought this was a nice show, so he told me he wanted to keep my car, and he’d let me drive his truck home. I love driving his truck- it makes me feel tough!

All in all, it was a wonderful day!

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Last weekend my sister visited me. This is a momentous occasion because she finally had an opportunity to go on a trip without her kids. Now don't get me wrong, I love my neice and nephews to death, but it was nice to finally have some long overdue "grown-up" time with Erica. Not that we act like grown-ups, but you understand what I'm saying.





It was a perfect weekend, filled with lots of Portland and Pacific Northwest activities. We hiked a trail near Mt. Hood, attended a fun bike festival, went out clubbing and even explored some lava tubes. All in all it was a memorable weekend, made even more special because I got to share it all with my sister.

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Oh what a fun time I had while my sister was in town! I'll share some stories and some pictures, but for now I'll- wait- gonna go- it's my sister!

I love her.

haiku

wasted time online

so now i'll write a haiku

it's about nothing





I've spent most of my afternoon online so my inspiration levels are at a dreary low right now. I feel like I should make sure I keep this thing updated, but I guess I shouldn't force anything out, because I'm sure a forced entry (much like this one) will result in absolute tripe.



Who would want to read tripe? I know I wouldn't.



One interesting discovery was at dictionary.com. The word of the day is "chichi"



From dictionary.com:



chichi, adjective:Affectedly trendy.


"Going in gangs to those chichi clubs at Maidenhead."-- E. Taylor, Game of Hide-&-Seek


"Whether the chichi gender theorists like it or not, sexual duality is a law of nature among all highly evolved life forms."-- Camille Paglia


"The sort of real delicious Italian country cooking that is a revelation after so much chichi Italian food dished up in London."-- Daily Telegraph, January 22, 1969


"[Judith] Hope -- who lives in East Hampton, where the Clintons have a lot of chichi friends -- has been getting ink by the barrelful with her regular interviews quoting conversations with the first lady, on subjects ranging from Senate ambitions to summer and post-White House living arrangements."-- Washington Post, June 4, 1999


From the French word that literally means "curl of false hair"; used figuratively in the phrases faire des chichis, "to have affected manners, to make a fuss"; and gens à chichis, "affected, snobbish people." Sometimes spelled "chi-chi."





Now I know the correct pronunciation is "shee-shee" and not a phonetic "chee-chee". But, having grown up in a half latin family, and since I have the maturity level of a twelve year-old boy, "chee-chee" was always translated to "boobie". Regardless, I kept substituting "boobie" for "chichi". It made me giggle.



Ladies and Gentlemen, you have just been subjected to tripe. Congratulations.

I'm full. I'm loved.

To be fed, is to be loved.

Oh how I am loved.

Let me tell you about my birthday weekend.

Birthday number 27 will definitely be one to remember. I had to work that day, but as a birthday present to myself I decided not to work hard, and it was nice. I got to chat with my mom on the way home (yes, I’m one of those bastards that’s yapping away on their cell phone while they’re driving- sue me). When I arrived home, I walked through the front door only to be welcomed by not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR dozen roses! Greg had bought a shit ton of roses for me! Not only were there roses, but there were also two presents and a card! I am loved. Greg had to work that day, so we had spent all day Friday together for my birthday. When I saw what he had left for me, I was truly surprised.

And now for my evening…

At first I didn’t really want to do anything out of the ordinary for my birthday, but my friends insisted on making dinner for me, and let me tell you, they did not disappoint. For anyone who knows me, you’ll know that I love to eat. I love to eat crap. Bacon, hot dogs, crab- you name it. If it’s made with fat or unidentifiable body parts, I’m all over it. Well, my friends really know me. They prepared a glorious feast! Bacon and crab casserole, veggies with bacon blue cheese dip, bacon wrapped dates, chili cheese dogs and chocolate peanut butter brownies. All mine, bitches! But that’s not all! Instead of a birthday cake (I mean, we already have peanut butter brownies, so who needs a cake?) they brought in a whole crab decked out with a birthday message and a candle!

We ended the evening out on Brook’s deck, having deep and philosophical conversations.

Who am I kidding, we talked about pooping and peeing in our pants…..or for some, pooping into paper bags- great story- you should hear it some time.

It was a perfect day. Thank you to Greg. Thank you to all my girls for the gifts and the dinner. And thank you to everyone who called or texted or messaged or thought, “oh, it’s Krisha’s birthday.” It’s nice to be in your minds, even if I don’t know it.

Hello

So....



I've officially joined the bandwagon of bloggers. I've been wanting to do this for a while, but procrastination and self-consciousness were getting the better of me. I have fought through the procrastination, but to fight the self-consciousness, I think stepping into the wonderful world of blog will be part of my plan of attack.



I'm not sure if anything I have to write about is remotely interesting (damn you self-doubt! you're already popping up!), but I'm gonna do it anyway. There really aren't very many people that truly know me, and even though I'm probably not going to divulge every dirty little secret, this open forum will let a lot of people in my life perhaps see a side of me that they never knew about. Maybe not. I'll just start writing and we'll see what happens from there.



Hmmm....I don't really know how to end these.