Thursday, December 29, 2005

Last night, a few of us girls got together for dinner. While there, the host suggested some "relationship building" activities. She had us each write our names on a piece of paper and pass them around to each person, who would in turn right something nice about each of us. It was an interesting activity. I tried my best to write something different on each person. For instance, "Blessed"'s obvious that she's a great singer, so I avoided writing that. Instead, I wanted to pick the unobvious...something that would surprise her when she read it. I wanted her and the others to think "Hmm...i didn't know Sue thought/felt that way about me." I was pleased to get my paper back. Most of the girls wrote the same thing on mine in various ways. "I'm funny and they like how I write." I pretty much expected to see those comments because that's how I'm usually described. "Sue's so funny." or "oh...Sue, the writer?" Not that I mind either...

But one comment kinda surprised me. It was from the newest member of the group. She said, "you're a good way, of course." I hear this a lot from my friends who have known me for a long time. I never really fully understood why I get that comment a lot, and I guess in all honesty, I've never questioned why. But, when someone who hasn't been around me that long said it, I started to wonder what made me different.

It's really odd...this whole getting older thing...and for the 2nd time this week, I'm realizing that. In high school and college it was my goal to be different than other Malu kids. So hearing people tell me I'm different would have made me very happy back then. But lately, I just find myself wanting to be like everyone else around me. I don't want to be categorized as different...and I found myself on a quest today of trying to discover what sets me apart.

I'm not sure if I discovered the answer. Most of my friends don't like to elaborate on their opinions....they just say, "I don't know. You're just different." One told me that "I march to the beat of my own drum rather than that of those who try to beat it." I guess what they're trying to say is that it's not a bad thing. I never thought that it was.

I guess after 31 years of being a non-conformist, I kinda want to conform. I dont want to be an odd duck anymore. I know it's wrong to want to be like other people...I know it's weird to have an identity crisis at 31...Maybe I've lost more than a few pounds this year...maybe I've lost my mind too. I'm the girl who preached about not living "cookie cutter" lives...and now I'm trying to squeeze myself into the cookie cutter. Maybe I just need therapry...or maybe just a nap.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Sue's Favorites...

Since the year is rapidly coming to a close I thought I'd do a "Sue's Favorites" blog (in my attempt to be like the queen of TV, Oprah Winfrey) Unfortunately, I'm not rich enough to send you guys a sample of everything listed here. But, I was kind enough to post pics of each thing. Be ever-so-grateful! With that being said...My favorites:

My favorite song of 05 is "Collide" by Howie Day. I had the opportunity to see this in concert, but alas, no one to go with. Such tragedy!

I only read two whole books this year. I's a shame! Since it took me approximately 20 minutes to remember what the heck the other book even was, I decided "In Her Shoes" definitely got the award for my favorite book of 2005. I read this thing while driving, walking, etc..etc...i couldn't put it down!

My favorite movie at the box office. I watched it on Monday, and I thought it was T-riffic. Beautiful imagery...something you don't see often in a movie.

Favorite movie that I rented in 05. "Crash" is definitely one of the best movies I've ever seen. It really showed how no matter how much we try to say we're different...the human nature within us is all the same.

favorite flog meetup of 05! how cool to see almost all of us in one spot for one picture.

my favorite and most funny moment of explanations needed. =)

my favorite spot visited in 2005. dip cafe in nyc...awesome fondue lounge with THE best key lime martinis!

my favorite purchase of 2005...Mousse

My favorite picture...taken in Nassau, Bahamas.

Favorite additions to the family...Neesha and Bobby got married in February. Neesha's been a blessing to the family...especially to me because her niceness rubs off on CCL occasionally. Lauren and Joshua are just a few months (April and June) apart...I hope they're this close when they grow...

Favorite additions to the circle of friends. I don't know how Ashley and Sheryl landed Jessy and Sujith, but I'm glad they did. They're both awesome, and I can't wait to spend more time with them in 06. (Especially Sujith...Sheryl, feel free to stay home. ;)

And there you have it, folks...the best of 05!

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

The parking lot looked sparce this morning. I'm quite sure the majority of my colleagues were home nestled under warm covers smiling in their sleep because they don't have to go to work all week! I, on the other hand, was pressing snooze profusely until I had no choice but to get up and get ready else be late for work. It seems a bit hard to accept that Christams has come and gone. All that planning, buying, wrapping...and the day ends so quickly!

This weekend will also come and go in a blur. Friday night the cousins will start coming in from far and near to pay us Oklahomans a visit! I'm looking forward to it. I'm also looking forward the removal of all things sweet from this office, so I can return to my calorie counting!! As I sit and munch on cinnamon gummy Santas I think about all the weight I've gained through the holidays and shudder to think how painful it's going to be to get back on track!!

I had an interesting experience this weekend, which has led to several interesting discussions about love. I think everything changes when you get older....your expectations, your wants and needs, and your reactions. I'm not sure if everyone agrees with me. But ten years ago, I was looking for butterflies and romance. The chase and the game were fun and challenging and bad boys definitely piqued my interest. Nowadays, it's totally different. I don't have time to chase or play games...romance and flowery words/gestures aren't as important as COMMITMENT, loyalty, trust. I never really realized how age changes thing...not just your appearance, but your outlook, needs, opinions, etc.

Friday, December 23, 2005

On the Eve of Christmas Eve...

Here we are on the Eve of Christmas Eve....It's been the longest week EVER and I'm quite sure today will be a long day. My heart bleeds for those of you who are anxiously wishing away the hours at work today. I feel your pain. I've noticed that flogs and blogs have been kinda scarce lately. I know that I haven't posted in days...people seem a little blue. Isn't that odd? It's supposed to be the happiest/peaceful month of the year. But, so many people lack the happiness and peace that should be abundantly overflowing from our pores right about now.

I'm not sure what it is about December. For me, it's the time I look back at the year, and see how far I've progressed. Since I'm my own worst enemy...I typically look at how LITTLE I progressed. I think I'm just too tired to hope and dream for next vow that things will be different...that things will take a turn and start happening. This year, I have decided to kinda let go and let God.

Don't get me wrong...I'm not giving up. I'm still going to search through job ads, pray profusely...but i'm not going to beat myself up...i'm not going to get depressed...i'm not going to spend countless hours hoping and wishing...i'm just going to do the best I can at what I'm doing now, and trust that God will open doors for as He sees fit.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Every day on my way to work I listen to two morning dj' who pretends to be Santa and the other, who acts like his faithful elf. They talk to kids who call and want to give Santa their Christmas list. It dawned on me that kids are becoming more high maintenance...and more expensive. I've decided that in order to escape all the commercialism of Christmas, I will teach my children that it's better to give than receive...and devise some sort of plan to teach them this lesson. I figure I have a while to come up with this plan.

In the meantime...I thought it'd be kinda fun to make my own grown up Christmas wish list. Of course, I'd want peace on earth and goodwill towards all men. But, that's not what this list is about. This list is about pure unadulterated greed...and what I'd want for myself if there really was a Santa that flew through the night with 8 magical reindeer in order to provide me my every want and need. Here we go!...

A new car. I love my Honda CRV, but i have spent the past 7 years beating the crap out of it and now it's time to move on. An acura RS would suit me just fine. I know it's small, but I don't tote around an entourage this will be perfect!

An Anna Sui ring. I know I just discovered this last week when my fellow flogger posted hers. But, I instantly fell in love with the idea of having my own perfect shade of lip gloss attached to my finger at my hour of need. Unfortunately, I live in cowtown USA and we dont' have a Sephora store...and all the online stores are sold out.

A wristlet. I've wanted one forever, but again...Cowtown USA doesn't have any that I've seen.

A camel hooded coat at GAP. I could kick myself in the head for buying the one at Pennies...that one is gray, which is ok...but the camel one is oh so cuter, the same price and lined with hot pink!!!! can it get any cuter? I was weeping when I saw it.

Gap also has 20$ cowl-neck sweaters on sale. I shoulda jsut picked one up, but i feel like i'm being selfish when I buy something for myself at Christmas.

An all expense paid trip to San Francisco. I want to try the West Coast this year instead of my annual excursion in NYC.

That's all...see I'm not too greedy. Just kinda greedy. ;)

Friday, December 16, 2005

To Cut or Not to Cut? That is the question...

I'm having hair issues again. I'm bored with my current do, and I'd like to find something new. (I didn't mean to rhyme) My hair is currently not short and not long. So my question is...should I grow it out or cut it short? To help me answer this question, I consulted my old pictures. I decided that either way I go, I'm I might as well look into a weave. =/

In other news, it's Friday! Can I getta Ha-le-lu-jah? I'm going to spend the weekend shopping and wrapping and much I know how to party anyway. Since it's Friday, you know what that's time for my shout outz!

First shout out for this funky, fresh Friday goes out to my pupster, Mousse. She made me so proud today! She hardly touched her breakfast this morning so I was a bit perplexed. Apparently she had an upset stomach. She ran to the back door and whined!! When I opened the door, she ran out and did her business! She's learning!!!!

To my forever friend Sherry P. When I asked her how her family spends Christmas, she shared her very special tradition with me. She buys a birthday cake that says "happy birthday jesus." On Christmas morning, the babies sing Happy birthday, eat the cake for breakfast, and open their one present each from mom and dad. Santa means nothing to them!

To Sherika Jenkins James Jacob who texted me saying she made a $100 on a grant. I'm not sure what that means, but it sounds good! Congrats!!

To poor DM who is sicky sick because he's been traveling non-stop since November. My thoughts and prayers are with you. Fudge is on the way to cure ALL your ailments.

To me...for coming up with the freakin cutest Christmas Card for Christmas 05. ;)

To the Illustrious Finuji for clueing me in to the conspiracy of the "others" who are plotting to take over OKC. I will NOT be one among you! Hell no...I won't go!

To next week and all the Christmas presents that should come rolling in from the Execs!

Have a fabulous weekend!

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

I figured I'd better's been a while. I made my first batch of fudge last night. Oh my God...forget gold...I bet the streets of heaven are paved with fudge! I was watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory the other night, and I thought to myself that if heaven looked like that, I might work extra hard to get there. I know, I'm horrible!

Work has been entertaining as of late. Don't get me wrong, I still hate it. But funny things have been happening around here. For instance, yesterday we had a meeting about the dress code. Apparently anyone who works in the executive offices must wear suits or professional dress 6 days a week. Considering, I don't own a suit and would look like a retard if I did, this proposes a problem. Some of the girls got in a tizzy about this. And said that the men never wear jackets...they take them off. So, they said, they'll just keep a suit jacket on their chair (regardless if it matches)..if that what it takes to comply with dress code. I am wearing a jean jacket today. I am highly doubtful that this qualifies with the "jacket" attire they were suggesting. Anyway, alllllllll this to of the lawyers was kind of arguing the point. He leaned back in chair and was giving us all the differentiation between business attire and casual attire and the entire time his fly was open. I couldn't look at him in fear of DYING laughing.

Another funny incident occurred when I was riding in the elevator with this woman. Her hair looked like she got it cut with highlights, so I complemented her. She said, "thanks it's a wig." I didn't know what to say in response. 2 minutes later the door opened and she walked out and I still hadn't said anything. On the way up to my floor, I wondered why in the hellz people give out such information like that. Why wouldn't one just say thank you and move on with their lives?

Ahh well, it makes for some entertainment for me.

Friday, December 09, 2005

TGIF, people. The morning was flying by, but the afternoon is crawling by at a snail's pace. My head is throbbing to the beat of this song..."i don't want to work...i just wanna beat on a drum all day." have you heard that song? the radio station plays it on Friday, and it sticks in my head all day. =/ i've been off on track on my daily/weekly rituals lately. no words of the Friday shout outs. i guess i was getting a bit bored with things. so to spice things up, i decided fridays would be a foreign word of the day. that being said...

Today's foreign word is:
Hausfrau -german- means housewife

Now for my shoutouts:

To Snackaway snacks...As a kid, i loved oatmeal cookies with the creme centers. I haven't had one in a longggggggg time. But thanks to Snackaway, which makes creme centers out of yogurt, I get to eat oatmeal creme cookies for merely 110 calories!!

To Bubba's was my free lunch today. It's the best barbecue on this side of the mississippi.

To Scott Meacham, for issuing refund checks in Oklahoma. an extra 45$ never hurt anyone!

To Walmart, for carrying jewelry making supplies!!

To the BC...thanks to him, I have some free tickets to the Nutcracker again this year!

To my dog Mousse for learning to stay off the good carpet and for not having any accidents yesterday!

To the Illustrious Finuji for puppy sitting for me tonight!!

have a wonderful weekend, people...

Thursday, December 08, 2005

I heard a very interesting fact on the radio this morning that stemmed this blog...

John Lennon was shot dead on December 8th, 1980.
Mayim Bialik (Blossom) is now a stay at home mom.
Sean Cassidy (70's teen idol) is the writer of the TV show Invasion.
Taji Mowry (cute little bro of Tia and Tamara) plays football for a university in Georgia.
Scott Baio (happy days) directs the TV show the Parkers. He also dated Pamela Anderson!
Debbie Gibson was a playboy pinup!
Both Jack and Kelly Osbourne were in rehab
Justine Bateman (Mallory, FAmily Ties) is a fashion designer
Marie Osmond has her own doll company
Chad Allen (Our house) is gay!!!

Pretty interesting facts, eh?

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

I've been getting quite a few complaints about not updating my blog. I don't know what it is about this time of year that pushes me into slow-mo. I have no energy to do much of anything...not even write. I know it's supposed to be the season of good cheer, love, joy, peace and all that jazz...but I typically get into a royal state of funk. There's something depressing about reflecting on the past 365 days of your life and realizing that once again...your goals, dreams, and aspirations for the coming year...are exactly the same as the goals, dreams, and aspirations you had the year before...and the year before that...and the year before that...and the one before that!!!! =/

Anyway, I will end this blog with some positivity....a glimmer of hope and joy.

The top ten things I love about the Christmas season....

I love that everyone bakes on the weekends. So on Mondays people bring cookies and fudge to work so everyone can have a taste test.
I love that it's the only time of year when I can find eggnog!
I love that everyone's in a rush and the streets and stores are busy, so even if you live in a slow paced town it feels like life in the big city.
I love to see all the unique and creative decorations people come up with
I love that I have an excuse to buy ribbon and lots of it.
I love Christmas music
I love that summer clothes are on sale for under 6$

Thursday, December 01, 2005

I am sleepy. That's an understatement. I'm exhausted. The pupster kept me awake last night. While she cried endlessly, I searched frantically for a ticking clock. Finally I just took one off the wall and placed it on her carrier. Within minutes, she was fast asleep and so was I!!!

I was just about to fall asleep behind the computer when my co-worker reminded me that it was time to go down to the party. Today's AF's 45th birthday, so in honor of the milestone they had cupcakes, icecream, games and goody bags filled with toys and candy for all of us. With no time to play games, I scurried off with my goody bag and cupcake to find my officemates rummaging through their goody bags and trading toys and candy. I know what you all are thinking. "why does she HATE that job again?" I do. Enough said.

Tonight I will attempt to take Mousse for a walk, try my best to create a schedule for her, do some work that I'm behind on, and attempt to sleep at a decent hour. We shall see what all I accomplish from that list. =/

Wednesday, November 30, 2005 strange kat!

I think I'm going to hang out at the aiport more often. As I stood there leaning against a pole as I waited for my mom last night, I thought about how intriguing it would be to work at an airport. Why?...because people are so dern interesting...and where else but at an airport would you find such a wide variety of people?

Let's just take last night for instance. I was only there waiting for 10 minutes. But within that 10 minutes, I saw at least 3 characters that I would seriously make interesting subjects for short stories. But the most interesting was Felix.

I'm not sure why I chose Felix, but it just sounds like a pimp name to me. This is exactly what Felix looked like. The elevator door opened, and all i could see was a luggage cart, full of luggage. The driving force behind it was completely hidden behind the pile of suitcases. All of a sudden I saw a pair of feet slide on either side of the luggage, as if the body behind it was holding on to the cart for dear life, but the two cream alligator loafers slipped and almost lost control. Finally the feet scuffled together, and from behind the cart emerged Felix. At first, I thought he was wearing a Halloween costume, but I quickly remembered that Halloween had come and gone. Felix was wearing a light green and gold checkered suit with a long jacket and a vest. He had a green tie to match and a creme hat to match his creme shoes. I wasn't the only one who looked at him quizically. What struck me as funny was his stride. He walked around the airport as if it was completely normal for him to be dressed like a pimp in the mid-1970's, and the rest of us were stuck in a fashion time warp.

If I saw someone as interesting as Felix within the first 10 minutes at the airport...imagine what I could see in an 8 hour shift!

Monday, November 28, 2005

I'm ba-ack (again)

After 2 weeks of traveling, I'm finally back home for a while. And I must say, it feels good. I now have to somehow get myself back into the groove of being at work, watching what I eat, and running. The misery I will face of in the coming days as I re-train myself will be well worth it...considering all the fun I had. My trip to Houston was a killer. Never again will I drive 8.5 hours by myself again. Especially since I have this problem where I sleep while I drive!! I went to H-town to see my cousin Kenji Burian and attend my newest nephew's baptism. Both were very eventful. After the baptism, I discovered I locked my keys in my car. Poor Jessy, who donated her triple A card so I could call a locksmith. As we waited for triple A to show up, we both got bit by fire ants. My foot itched like crazy..but Jessy had an allergic reaction, which caused her to itch from head to toe, turn red, swell, and she couldn't breathe. Later in the ER, Mikey compared her to the scene in Hitch when Will Smith reacted similarly to sea food. Horrible situation!! But glad to report that she's much better now!

I'm currently recuperating from my travels and worrying myself sick about getting the dog TONIGHT! Will I be a good dog owner? I hope so. I have no one else to devote my time and attention too. So, I think this will be a good thing...for both of us. I hope.

Other than all that jazz, i'm still waiting to hear from the jobs. The wait is pretty much making me crazy. But what is it that they say? Patience is a virtue. Lord knows I should be the most virtuous person around...considering all the things I've been patiently waiting for. ;) So anyway, for those kind souls who have been praying over the matter...please continue to pray for me. Also...for those of you blog readers who aren't flog readers. A fellow flog sister's mom is pretty ill right now. Please keep Sibil, her mom, and her family in your prayers...that she will get through this and be able to come home soon!

That's all for now, folks!

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

I've never spent a Thanksgiving going where I wanted to go or doing what I wanted to do. It feels odd to me that suddenly, I don't have someone narrarrating my day's agenda. I get to pick! Yeehaw!! I will be leaving for Dallas early Thursday morning, where I will be spending Thanksgiving with CCL. I have been assigned the task of making green bean casserole. I have no doubt that I can make it and that it will be good. However, I know better than to think that CCL will consume the GBC without some sort of insult. Back when I was 7, I made a horrid pan-fried steak...and despite the fact that I've grown up and can now cook pretty darn well, she will never forgive me for it.

On Friday, I'm off to Houston. I have lots of cousins from both sides there, so it's always difficult to visit everyone. But, I will definitely make the attempt on this trip. My cousin Benji will be in town from Chicago. I haven't seen the dude in 12 years...which is horrid, but true. I'm looking forward to spending time with him as well as my cousins on my father's side. My cousin Mikey is the only person I know who gets excited about family get togethers. He loves family bonding, and I think that's why I love most about him. =)

It's going to be a long weekend...and a lot of driving will have to take place...but it will be well worth it. Wish me I attempt to clean my bathroom, room, vacuum, sweep and grill chicken fajitas in the span of an hour and a half. =/
Before I go, I'd like to list a few things I'm thankful for this Thanksgiving...

I'm thankful that despite the fact that I live in an evil world...where no one knows exactly what can happen at any given time...the Lord has kept me safe and sound.
I'm thankful that my sister and I were able to give my mom her very first birthday cake!
I'm thankful that I have 3 precious children in my family who are healthy, ingenious, and beautiful!
I'm thankful for my friends who make me smile even when I don't want to.
I'm thankful for my insane, yet entertaining family...far and near!
I'm thankful to God for giving me a something to be passionate about!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I'm ba-ack

I just received a call from a very important person in India, Mr. DM...he told me that I needed to get on the ball and post some pictures from my trip to the I thought I better oblige.

I've been back for 3 days, and I still feel like I'm swaying. It's really weird. I've heard people say that you have "sea legs" after a cruise, but I never fully understood that term till now. I had a few short days with no worries, and now i'm back to the rat race. I had an interview yesterday. It was the most I've ever been questioned in an interview...questions ranging from what's your favorite what was the worst professional decision you've made? =/ please pray for me folks.

however...the memories of paradise still linger in my mind....

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Tuesdays version of Friday Shout outz...

Today is my Friday since I'm out for the rest of the week! I know you will be desperately sad, but I have no time to put up the word for the day. I'm running around like a chicken with no head to get my b-znass taken care of before I go.

In honor of my Friday...I shall give you my Tuesday version of Friday shoutouts!

To Tuesday...the checker at Hobby Lobby, who undoubtedly has spent her entire life listening to people mock her about her name. Why? Why would parents do that?

To the best pharmacist in Okc, my pal, Ruby...for ordering me Sea Bands since no other pharmacy in town carried it!

To the cast and crew of 2911 for the 2nd week in a thoughts and prayers are with you.

To DM in Banglore...I don't know how I'm gonna live for 3 days with out reading your blogs.

To, which allows me to make dinner reservations online! i love it!

To all of you suckaz...that still have to work Wednesday-Monday.

oh oh oh...and best of all...TO MY LORD JESUS! I made it to step 2 of the interview process for the job I've been trying to get!

Monday, November 14, 2005

aplomb \uh-PLOM\, noun:
Assurance of manner or of action; self-possession; confidence; coolness

Because of her training and skill she was very aplomb.

Is it jsut me or do Mondays come around so quickly? The good thing about this week is that I only have one more day before my vacation. So technically, this is my Thursday and tomorrow is Friday! Yeehaw. I would have loved to know about my job situation prior to leaving, however at this rate, I don't really think I'll know anything till after Thanksgiving. I will survive.

I don't think I was at home for more than 5 minutes on Saturday, which was A-ok with me. Sunday was jam packed too, but I was able to make a run to Blockbuster last night and rent a really heart-wrenching documentary. It's called "Born into Brothels." It's basically the story of a photographer who spent time in Calcutta's Red Light District...with children of prostitutes. She taught them everything about photography, and raised grant money by selling their pictures in art gallery showings. It was absolutely art changed their lives...if even for a brief moment. It gave them hope. If you haven't watched it, please rent it!

Friday, November 11, 2005

I feel good...cuz it's FRIDAY!

puissant \PWISS-uhnt; PYOO-uh-suhnt; pyoo-ISS-uhnt\, adjective:
Powerful; strong; mighty; as, a puissant prince or empire.

I serve a puissant God, and everything is possible with Him on my side.

Good Friday to you all...I am in much better spirits today. I have finally realized that I need not worry because God is on my side. With that being said, no more whining about my work woes. I know He is going to see me through this situation. I called the lady that I talked to yesterday. If you'll remember, I completely jacked a phone interview with her. I called her to "touch base" since I hadn't heard from her yesterday. (I just knew that her lack of response was because of my horrible interview). However, she explained that she hadn't finished phone interviews and would let me know today. I think I've done all I can...showed her I was now it's in God's hands. Meanwhile, I have another interview today, but I am kinda iffy about whether I want this one or not. So, anyhoo..we shall see how it goes.

On to my shout outs for this Friday...

To next Wednesday!!! My suitcase is packed and I'm ready to go. Bahamas here I come. I can't wait to feel the sand between my toes (shut up, Sheryl) and the waves nipping at my ankles (cuz i wont be going any deeper than that!)

To Sherry P, my first event planning customer!!!

To having my BF in town this weekend and next week till I leave...let the good times begin!

To the cast and crew of 2911...good luck and God's've reached "the week before" will be living and breathing 2911 and my heart goes out to you all!! I'll think of you when I frolic on the beach. ;)

And that's all for today, folks. have a wonderful weekend. I have to spend the evening deciding what to wear to a wedding. why do we girls do that? It's not like all eyes will be on us, anyway? It's usual focused on the chick in white.

Thursday, November 10, 2005


laudable \LAW-duh-bul\, adjective:
Worthy of praise; commendable.

I didn't give a laudable performance on my phone interview today.

Well folks...I had a phone interview today. Except I didn't know it was going to be a phone interview. So, I freaked out because I sit out in the open where everyone and their mothers can hear what I say on the phone. So, if I had known the lady was going to do a phone interview, I would have waited till I was at lunch in the comfort of my office, the CRV to talk to her! So, she asked me questions, and I nervously replied. But, it was worse than that. I had 50 second pauses between words where I was trying to remember the English word for ORGANIZATIONS! oh my about SCREWING UP! Now, the next step is an in person interview...if I make that far, it will truly be God's grace and nothing else. It's hard to think about anything else other than my non-laudable performance this morning. =( But, as the good word says..."if God is for you who can be against you?" So, I'm just praying that the good Lord is for me!

Ok, let's talk about something else, shall we? So we can get my mind off my non-laudable performance. I was thinking about how much "stuff" I do in the car besides drive. Normal people juggle driving and talking on their cell phones. That's not so much of a challenge and still relatively safe. But me? I'm a total multi-tasker. I put on make up and drive, read and drive, and eat cereal and drive. Let me tell you, i love those bowls with the straws attached. I know theyr'e for kids...but they come in handy when you're driving and eating cereal. That way you don't have to tilt the bowl and cover your eyes when trying to drink milk.

ok guys, this isn't working. i'm still thinking about...u know what. =/ I have to get out of my current situation. It's so bad that "Hoo" the BC's groundskeeper has noticed that my current state of funk is a serious one. He called me this morning and said, "Hootie, when you go off to the Bahamas, you need to think long and hard about what you want to do. I don't want you to come back and sound as bad as you do now. You only have 2 good days in a week and the rest of the days you sound like hell."

Pray for me, folks.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Reminiscing about the college crew...

oneiric \oh-NY-rik\, adjective:
Of, pertaining to, or suggestive of dreams; dreamy.

My trip to the Bahamas should be an oneiric paradise!

I was reminiscing today about my college days. My mother wonders why I'm not hooked up as of yet because back then I solely hung out with guys. But what she doesn't understand is that I wasn't one of those girls who had a throng of guys around because they were attracted to me like bees on honey. Instead, I was just kinda one of them....and this is why all of them are married now..but not to me. ( offense, guys). I know there were other girls on campus, but I guess I couldn't relate. I was definitely in that tomboy stage until my mid-twenties. (Strange, I know) I always used to buy my shirts from Structure. ( weird!)

I remember vividly when the guys first invited me to go to lunch with them. I felt like I was finally being inducted into the brotherhood. We sat at Taco Bueno...and I listened intently while they talked about various stories of how they lit fire crackers. (so enthralling, right?) At one point, something humorous was said, and I laughed. Or should I say...I snorted. It was the first time the guys had heard me snort. It was the first time a snort had accidentally leaked out. I stopped abruptly...and so did they. They all just kinda stopped and stared at me. But, then after a few seconds, they proceeded with their nonsense...and I hung out with the brotherhood ever since.

Now my brothers are married with children. In fact, last week I went to one of the guys' house, and his little girl was tugging at his pant leg, saying "daddy, daddy"...and it was so strange to me. How is it that time has flown by so fast? Weren't we just sitting at taco bueno yesterday?...Laughing, talking, and snorting amongst each other? Now all of a sudden there is a tiny little human calling you daddy?!? It was a surreal moment.

Luckily, when I was 24 or so...I realized that it was time to start behaving like a girl. I began making gal pals and became engulfed in the drama of the sisterhood. =) Sisterhood...or brotherhood...I am a pretty lucky girl because I have great friends. They accept me and love me...snorts and all!

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Following Suja's Lead...

nosegay \NOHZ-gay\, noun:
A bunch of odorous and showy flowers; a bouquet; a posy.

I told Sheryl to order nosegays for her bridesmaids boquets, and she had no clue with they were.

Following SujaK's lead today with a twist. I figure half of the stuff on surveys no one cares i picked the top few interesting questions from each portion and answered ....

Where were u born? Chicago, Illinois...the home of awesome people like Jeesho!

Memory? I'm not sure this is my favorite memory, but it's definitely a funny one that comes to mind. When me and Sheryl thought lake Hefner was only 4 miles around...and tried to walk it and then discovered it was 10 miles around and had to call Sonia to pick us up! =/

Favorite cousins ?
This is so easy....Susan T. aaaaaaaaaahahahaha, sorry CCL!

Friends you spend the most time with? Finuji, my neighbor!

Who is the ______ person you know?
Craziest…Lisa, my cousin
Loudest ....Lisa, my cousin
Most trustworthy ...Sonia, her mouth is a steele safe
Ditzy...Sherika Jenkins Jacob
Smartest...DM sister
Funniest...Sheryl, Lisa, and Billy
Talented: Mikey Mathew
Most creative: Sybil
Most mature: DM
Hottest guy...JT. ;)
Best to joke around with...DM and Billy
Best person for advice...DM and Sonia
Person you tell everything...Sonia, Sunu A, Lisa, and Susan T
One you can’t stand...Sonia, SunuA, Lisa, Susan T know

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This or That

Random ?’s
How many people do you trust with your life? 1
What’s your biggest regret? No regrets...learned a lot from every stupid thing i've done.

Who was your last hug? My niece, Missa

What do you
Want? a new job
Need...a new job
Crave ...Taco Bueno
Think about ALL the time...getting a new job
Like looking at ...job ads
Wish...that I could get a new job current job

Almost Done
Any last thoughts...this has made me realize that I want, need, wish for, think about getting a job way too much!!

Monday, November 07, 2005

propitious \pruh-PISH-uhs\, adjective:
1. Presenting favorable circumstances or conditions.
2. Favorably inclined; gracious; benevolent
Sentence: I hope this will be a propitious week for me.

Monday again. It comes so fast. I have a lot to look forward to this month, however my work woes are getting the best of me. On Friday, I was walking out of work with this lady, and as soon as our feet hit the pavement of the parking lot, she jumped as high as her 4 foot 5 inch self could jump and yelled, "Yesssssssssss, it's Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She's been here for 26 years. It was a horrifying thought to me. Living like this day in and day out for weeks, months, years. I shudder to think about 26 years.

Anyway, so as I was saying...I have lots to look forward to if I could just get past my current situation. BF comes to town on Friday. We are going to try out a posh, new cafe in the art district here in OKC..where we will be sporting all the cute "New York-ish" clothes we bought on our visit to the Big Apple. ;)

Then, next week...I'm Bahamas Bound!!!! I'm so excited despite the news of the recent pirate attack on one of the sister ships of the carnival cruiselines. I figure we'll be sailing on US waters, so I should be farely safe from pirates. I can't believe pirates still exist. I wonder if they are the "others" on the island in Lost. Hmmm...I wonder what pirates look like. Not that I'd like to run into one and find out.'s Thanksgiving. Typically Thanksgiving is farely boring because I never go anywhere, and God knows no one comes to Oklahoma. But this Thanksgiving, the maternal unit will be visiting my sister. This means, I have the house to myself for an entire week! Yee to the Haw! I will be hosting a little pre-thanksgiving feast for all the friends Wednesday night. And then Thursday, I'm headed south for a Thanksgiving with CCL and gang. After which, I will be driving to Houston to see my namesake cousin and the new baby, as well as my cousin on my mom's side who I haven't seen in a good 12 years. Wow!

Yes, exciting times are ahead...if only I could be excited about them!

Friday, November 04, 2005

dapple \DAP-uhl\, noun:
1. A small contrasting spot or blotch.
2. A mottled appearance, especially of the coat of an animal (as a horse).

Sentence: I have a dapple on my forehead from when I ran into the wall as a kid.

It's Friday. And in 7 hours, I can rejoice. Till then, I will just keep praying that I can survive the day.

I don't have many shout outz this week...

To God for getting me through yet another week of the rat race.
To DM for being able to fly all the way to India in first class because he's officially a business man now.

And that ends my shout outs for the week. Last night on the way home, I listened to this radio dj tell this story about how he was in an elevator and sneezed and a fart popped out also, and he was completely mortified. Then all these callers were talking about embarrassing situations. So, I thought I would share my own...and a few others.

My most embarrassing situation is when I visited the Mar Thoma Church in Chicago several years ago. I went to the bathroom and came out, walked all the way up the stairs, through the sanctuary, sat down in a pew, and stood during various times in the service. Finally, when I was about to leave...this kid comes up to me and says..."your dress is stuck." Sure enough, the bottom of my dress was stuck in the waist band of my hose. In other words, I was flashing the entire church! I was mortified and haven't been back to Chicago since!

Here's another funny friend Sheryl being the dope that she is was boarding a plane one day. The hostess stretched out her hand toward Sheryl (for the ticket) and Sheryl shook her hand. Then the hostess said, "uhh, I need your ticket." I witnessed the entire thing...and thought "what a moron!" When I tried to call her out on her moronic behavior, she insisted that she shook the lady's hand on purpose in order to be funny. (whatev!)

My other friend...who will remain nameless for this story...did an equally moronic thing. It was at a hotel in houston. I was pretty pissed off about something, and in order to relieve my stress, she suggested that we go chillax in the sauna. When we got there, I decided it was way too hot. But she jumped in. There were a few guys already in the sauna. So it was her, 3 guys, and my feet. (no comment Sheryl) I was wondering why the guys were staring at her hypnotized for some reason. But, suddenly it made sense to me when one guy floated over to her and said "you might want to stay under water because we can see through your shirt." Needless to say, my brilliant friend had worn a white tee with no bra! aaaaaaaaaahahah...

Got an embarrassing story?

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

How to make a brotha blush...

subfusc \sub-FUHSK\, adjective:
Dark or dull in color; drab, dusky.

Sentence: During the winter months, I resort to wearing subfusc colors.

It's Wednesday, weigh in Wednesday, and I'm crazy nervous. I'm not sure why, but my scale showed that I gained weight. Could it be my wool skirt? I hope so. In other news...I have no other news, per se. A funny incident did occur in the elevator this morning that I would like to share.

I was in the elevator with an older woman (gray hair and in her late 50's) and a young, rather attractive black man who was dressed to the nines today. In my head, I'm thinkin..."damn, brotha sure do look good." Just then, as if she was reading my mind...she told him, "you sure do look nice today. then again, you look nice every day. your mother taught you well." he chuckled an uncomfortable chuckle as he stared at his feet and muttered thank you. Then he assured her saying, "I don't look nice every day. Sometimes I'm a scrub." To which she replies, "well everytime I see you you look nice, and I can tell you enjoy looking nice because you're always trimmed and looking good." At this point, I was somewhere in the corner of the elevator dying of embarrasment. Luckily, the elevator doors opened and the blushed black guy left.

After which, the older lady turns to me and says, "i think I embarrassed him." Uh, yah...u think? Then she said,"but that's okay, I'm old. If I were young, he woulda thought I was flirting with him." News flash, I think he thought you were flirting anyway.
But, I gotta give props to the ballsy lady who spoke her mind. The fine brotha will remember her more than the girl in subfusc colors cowering in the back corner of the elevator.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Halloween...a recap

alpenglow \AL-puhn-gloh\, noun:
A reddish glow seen near sunset or sunrise on the summits of mountains.

Sentence: As we climbed up the mountain side, we stopped in awe to admire the alpenglow.

I have to write about the festivities of last night to give you all a good chuckle or two. I got home last night to see that the M.U. (maternal unit) had already neatly arranged the candy in a bowl...all prepared for trick-or-treaters. She had one bag of chocolates open on one side of the bowl and one bag of gum filled the other side of the bowl. I proceeded to put stickers (the Jesus loves you labels I made) on the candy bars. In fear that I was opening up more bags of candy, the MU ran into the kitchen to see what I was doing. After realizing I was not "messing up" her arrangement, she relaxed and settled back in to watch the news. Mainly out of curiousity, I had to ask her why she didn't just open all 3 bags of chocolate. What was she saving the other two for? For us to eat? Afterall, I'm watching my intake and she has this wouldn't be a smart thing to do. Her reply? "I'm just saving."

I shrugged and started dinner. It wasn't long before the doorbell rang, and I yelled out to her that her friends arrived. She grabbed the candy and said, "Juth a minute..." towards the door. The kid at the door says, "I like bubble gum." And instead of giving him an extra one (which is what the kid was hoping for), my mom says..."I already gave you one."

At that point, I was thrilled when my niece called me to ask me if I would take her and my nephew trick-or-treating. It beat listening to my mom the stingy grinch all night with these kids...despite the fact that we had a whole stash of candy still unopen! So, I headed over to my brother's house to find my niece, the karate kid and my nephew, mr. pumpkin head all ready to go. Marissa had offered Andrew a crash course on Halloween etiquette, which he sampled on me when I gave him the first stash of candy (that I snuck out of my mom's carefully calculated bowl). Andrew looked straight up at me, held his bowl in front of my face, and said, "twick o tweat" as if his life depended on it....followed by a "thanku" when he heard the candy hit the bucket.

Taking him out to do the real thing was a different story. If any of the houses had decorations in front of the door, the boy freaked out. His sister would then coax him to the door step by reciting their mantra..."we gotta the candy"...As soon as he got the candy he took off running down the drive at high speeds and practically jumped into my arms saying, "I'm scared of that pumpkin!" (pointing at the jack-o-lantern lit up the doorstep). I asked him how he could be scared of a pumpkin when he was a pumpkin. His explanation was very simple. "i'm a cute pumpkin. that one's scary." Kids...gotta love em'.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Happy Neewollah!

immolate \IM-uh-layt\, transitive verb:
1. To sacrifice; to offer in sacrifice; to kill as a sacrificial victim.
2. To kill or destroy, often by fire.

Sentence: On Halloween, the evil lurk in order to capture a pure soul who they can immolate for Satan.

Ahh,'s Halloween...and a dreary, foggy, rainy, cold day in perfect! How can a holiday that is so fun be considered so evil. It's not fair, I tell you. This is the one day a year that you can wear pajamas and curlers to work and be considered cute and acceptable! I guess I will be staying at home to pass out candy to the varmants today. I better see some cute costumes or I'm going to give out coal. Oh wait...that's Christmas. The Illustrious Finuji asked me what she should say to trick-or-treaters when they come to her door saying "trick or treat." I told her that the customary response is "smell my feet." But she didn't buy that. Wouldn't it have been funny if she had??? Buahahah!

Anyhoo...on to my subject for the day. People who PR their flogs. I really have no problem with the fact that people want to gain more readership. It's cool to use various venues to advertise blogs. I, myself have done some PR work for my friends blogs. However, here's what I think is HILARIOUS. I know a certain someone...who shall remain nameless...who used to dawg on bloggers. I mean, at one point in time, it was far beyond him/her to become a member of the blogosphere. But now? Not only does he/she blog daily, PR his/her blog site, but he/she is also a CC!!! For those of you who don't know what a CC's a individual who counts comments, or a comment counter!!! Now THAT makes me laugh. I just 4 words for this individual...I TOLD YOU SO! Blogs are addictive...writing and reading them! It's just interesting to know what's going on all around the blogosphere and capture small glimpses into the lives of random strangers! Bloggers aren't nerds!...we're just folks with things to say...who enjoy the limelight once in a while. ;)

Sunday, October 30, 2005

The MU and the TV

I accomplished the one thing that I set out to do this a new tv. I will no longer be forced to watch distorted green people or listen to my mother's constant complaining about the tv not working. Or so I thought...So, Friday night the Maternal Unit (which we will refer to as the MU) and I went TV shopping. We went to 3 different stores before we found one that we liked that was reasonably priced. We buy it (no interest till 2007) and bring it home. Yes, I lug the tv out of the back seat and drag it into the house...only to see that the idiot from the circuit city warehouse gave us the wrong tv. so guess who had to wake up early on Saturday to drag the tv back into the car and drive it back to the store? You guessed it...

After the whole tv mix up was rectified, I called Billy over to help me move the old monstrosity of a TV. However, there was one slight mother has no intention of trashing it. Instead, she wants to keep it in her room, where it will sit and collect dust for the next 20 years. As if storing a dead tv isn't bad enough, she went nutso on me because I threw away the manual to the old tv. I tried to argue the point with's USELESS to keep a manual to a tv that is dead. However she insists that "someone" might want to fix it one day. Who this "someone" is...I have no idea. But if i ever meet him/her...i will tell him/her not to be dumb and spend thousands of dollars fixing a dead tv when they can spend the same thousands on a brand new one that is high definition!

As for the peace I thought I would be enjoying now that there is nothing to complain about. That is non-existent. Now, the MU is searching through sales ads to seek out better TV deals so she can complain that we got swindled on an over priced tv. as we speak I hear her saying that circuit city is now running a special that is no interest till 2008. Ahhh...the joy never ends..i tell ya.

Friday, October 28, 2005

don't push me cuz i'm close to the edge....

malediction \mal-uh-DIK-shun\, noun:
A curse or execration.

Sentence: Some people believe strongly in the power of a malediction, however I believe that if one is saved by the blood of Jesus, no malediction can come upon him.

It's Friday. Can I getta...Hallelujah? It's been a long, arduous week...and in 45 minutes, it will be all over!! I spent $110 on my window that the idiots broke today. (Just how I wanted to spend a chunk of my paycheck today.) Bleh...anyhoo, it's your favorite time and mine...SHOUTOUZ.

to SunuK who has prayer meeting at her house this weekend. We all know how moms get when hosting prayer meetings. it is THE social event of the year to them, which only means one thing....they get their Hanes Her Way all twisted about any and everything and you will have hell to pay!

to Billy TS who said the funniest comment of the week this week. I mentioned that I was going to stop by his house and he said, "very well. Garnett (their dog) will greet you at the door and guide you into the viewing area." maybe it's just me, but I thought that was friggin hilarious.

to my first event planning gig scheduled for December. Baby Shower madness shall begin!

to People Magazine for making my 30 minutes on the treadmill virtually painless.

to my maternal unit...for FINALLY breaking down and agreeing to go new TV shopping TODAY!! no more watching abnormally wide green people!!!

To this weekend's time change...Fall backwards!...more sleep!!!

To DM & SM from talking me down from the edge of insanity this week. You'll have 1.5 days of me not whining before we're on to a new week. =/

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Never fear...the word for the day is here!

mawkish \MOCK-ish\, adjective:
1. Sickly or excessively sentimental.
2. Insipid in taste; nauseous; disgusting

Sentence: because of my mawkish personality, I have saved every rose petal I've ever gotten and contained them in an intricate, porcelain trinket box.
Well guys, suddenly is no longer available. Tragedy, I know. If the website is up and running later, I will post a word for the day. I sat watching a re-run of Lost last night on my jacked up TV. I should rephrase that entire sentence. I sat LISTENING to a re-run of Lost last night cuz of my jacked up TV. I figured since it was a re-run, I'd stay at home instead of watching at the home of my good friend and neighbor, the Illustrious Finuji. I realized that Lost is my entire reason to live on Wednesday nights. Sad, yet true. So, without it, I was pushed into a deep, contemplative chasm of depression. It's just been that kind of week. At this very moment, I feel like I'm at Ferrara's Bakery (in Little Italy in NYC) standing in front of glass counters filled with cream-filled pastries, deep, dark chocolates and milk,creamy ones too, tarts, and truffles. Yep, so many options, but all I really want is Johnny Carino's chocolate cake...something so easy and so not accessible because they dont have JC's in NYC!! Does that make any sense? Probably not because no one knows what is in my head but me. I guess what I'm saying is that right now I'm in a point in life, where I have certain options...none of which seem too appealing to me. All I want is something seemingly simple...yet so difficult to obtain. *sigh*

I just got tickets to see a Ballet..."Dracula's Revenge." This is one of the perks of working with the BC...when no one wants tickets they go to whoever does. Not that the OKC Ballet is something to get so excited about...but hey, it's excitement for me. I decided that I would share my good fortune with my friends who are moms. I figured they could use a little 2-hour escape from reality just as badly as I could. Plus, the times I get to hang out with them are few and far between. This due to the fact that they have lives, and little varmants that rely on them...and I have...well, I have...yah, so I don't have anything but the decision of what baked good to eat from where. So,...hopefully they can all come and we can take a fabulous upshot and a good time will be had by all. =)

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Scary Stories that'll give you the creepy crawlies...

bruit \BROOT\, transitive verb:
To report; to noise abroad.

Sentence: Since Halloween is near,it seems as if ghost stories are being bruited every time I turn on the radio.

I guess the last few weeks of October bring out people's interest in hearing ghost and goblin tales. Lately, it's all I've been hearing a ton of them on local radio stations. Listeners call in with their own tales or they vehemently proclaim that there are no such thing as ghosts. I'm not sure how you guys feel about the subject. But, personally...I believe ghosts are evil/tortured spirits. I'm too scared to watch the movie Emily Rose because it's a true story, and i know there is truth in demon possession. Some people argue that the demon possessed are crazy, but satan and his cronies do roam the's their stomping grounds. I guess I tend to believe it more because I've seen demon possessed people with my own eyes. And trust me when I say, it was FRIGHTENING.

I've also experienced ghosts. Let me tell you the first tale. I used to sleep with some sort of music on...I would play the same song over and over on repeat until I woke up in the morning. One night I selected the remix of the song "Sailing"...I believe Chris Christopherson was the originally singer, but don't quote me on that. Anyway, my point is..the song was sung by a man and the remix was also sung by a man. In the morning, I awoke to a woman singing the song. It was so sounded like she was outside my window. At times, she forgot the words so she kinda hummed along. I looked out the window, but no one was there. I sat in bed, fully awake, and listened for a while as she sang (out of pitch) and hummed along. Finally I realized just how creepy it was, so I turned off the song...and she stopped.

Another ghost story I have was when I went to Washington DC in March of 2004. We stayed at a hotel that had 2 wings. One was very old and historic and then the new, modern wing. We stayed at the new, modern end, but ghosts can walk. So, I was in bed with my arms hanging off the side, and I hadn't fully gone to sleep yet. I felt someone tugging on my arm. A bit freaked out, I tucked my arm under my cover, and tried to go to sleep. I wanted to tell my mom, but I knew she'd run out of the room, bang on my sister's door, and cause a big scene. As I lay there, trying to sleep, I felt like someone was climbing on top of me. It was such a heavy feeling. And whoever/whatever it was had my mouth covered. I couldn't even open my mouth. So I kind of let out a weak moan/growl for help. My mom heard, and asked me what was wrong. Instantly...the heaviness was removed from me. I quickly covered my head with the sheets and fell asleep praying. It was so frrr to the eaky!

So those are my two ghost and goblin stories. Do you believe in spirits? Do you have a story?? If so, please share!

Monday, October 24, 2005

What's Chub got to to do with it?

loquacious \loh-KWAY-shuhs\, adjective:
1. Very talkative.
2. Full of excessive talk; wordy.

sentence: I've always longed to be a loquacious girl who could ease her way through a crowd and feel comfortable in any social situation.

It's Monday. In the words of Destiny's Child, "Here we we go again." Before I go on with my daily rant, let me take this time to congratulate Nina and Toby on their engagement. It's so nice to see best friends take their commitment to each other one step further into nuptial bliss!! I wish you guys a lifetime of love and happiness....

Speaking of marriage...a friend of mine told me this weekend that a friend of her's (who I hardly know) told her that perhaps I should grow out my hair, which would probably help with the chub factor in my face. I was a bit perplexed by the guy's suggestion. My friend said that the guy was suggesting ways that I could improve myself, so I can get married. I didn't know if I should be grateful or offended. Instead, I decided to stay perplexed.

I'm sure Tina Turner wouldn't mind me butchering her song for this...but, "what's chub got to do... got to do with it?" I spent a lot of time looking at pictures of myself evolve over this past year. I look at pictures from February and shudder to think I let myself go like that. To me, it's not about how I looked but how out of control I was. When I compare pictures of myself now...I do indeed look different, however the thing that has changed the most is my self control. The fact that I've lost close to 40 pounds has not changed my marital status. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This is why there are fat women who are in love with wonderful men at this very moment. And, this is why seemingly beautiful women are single. It takes more than just one's figure to make them attractive... No matter how hard we try to hide it under make up and stylish clothing...heart and soul matter.

So, to the friend of the friend who suggested I grow out my hair....I appreciate the fact that you made a suggestion to help me out of my nuptial funk...but it's about more than my round face. Long hair...short face is round and my cheeks are chubby and that's never going to change. The only thing that's going to help me is if someone sees me for me...and likes me regardless of my many imperfections. I will continue to be the best me I can possibly be...this entails taking care of myself physically, mentally, spiritually, and financially.

Friday, October 21, 2005

lexicon \LEK-suh-kon\, noun;
plural lexicons or lexica \-kuh\:
1. A book containing an alphabetical arrangement of the words in a language with the definition of each; a dictionary.
2. The vocabulary of a person, group, subject, or language.
3. [Linguistics] The total morphemes of a language.

Sentence: The kids in my church have a distinct lexicon that outsiders do not understand.

TGIF!!! I made it...survived another week. There is a cool, crisp feel in the air, which means that Fall has finally fallen upon Okc. I'm elated.

I will take Scorpsy's lead once again with the 55 words of fiction. I had a good time doing it on Anna's post for Sepia.

The city lights shone brightly through the haze of rain and fog, neither of which could slow the pace of life. People hurried on foot while cars waited impatiently for lights to turn colors. My eyes followed them intently, until I looked away from the photograph and hesitantly returned to my mind-numbing tasks at work.

So that was fun. Now for Friday's shoutoutz:

To the bastards who broke into my car...thank you for making me spend 115 useless bucks on your stupidity. You broke into a car that doesn't even have a CD player, CDs or anything else valuable except a brownie pan!

To Mousse..for charming me with her cute lil self. Now my mind is riddled with confusion as I decide whether I should get her or not. Sorry CCL, but I'm 98% sure I will.

To SunuK for admitting she took the remote control with her to school. You're the ONLY person who made me laugh today.

To Jennifer Weiner for writing a book that held my attention for a solid week! That's the first book I've read within a week's time since my old college days of Literature. Now I'm excited to see the movie!

To discovering what a mimosa is...I can't wait to try it.

To weekends and all the nothingness they possess!

Thursday, October 20, 2005

I needed a tocsin, indeed!

word of the day:
tocsin \TOCK-sin\, noun:
1. An alarm bell, or the ringing of a bell for the purpose of alarm.
2. A warning.

sentence: If only I had installed a tocsin in my car, which would have alerted me of last night's intrusion.

I heard them last night...the loud thump of bass in their car, the doors shutting, and their sounds of motion in my driveway. I thought it was my overactive imagination getting the best of me. I closed my eyes, and I could see the legs of the "others" walking through the jungle, dragging Walt's teddy bear along with them. I almost felt as if I was in the jungle too, creeping beneath the plush green leaves...watching breathlessly as they passed. I opened my eyes and convinced myself that I wasn't hearing what I thought I was hearing. I was just letting my mind scare me because I had watched a freaky episode of Lost.

So, while I convinced myself of this...they shot out the window and unlocked my car door. They pilfered through my things, opened my glove box, and undoubtedly thought, "damn...this girl is messy." They didn't steal anything except my comfort and trust.

I got to my car this morning and noticed the driver's side door slightly ajar and a window was shot out. Upon opening the door, I noticed that things were not as I had left them. My heart nearly stopped when I saw the garage door opener still in its' place. For a brief moment, I thought of what all could have happened...and stopped and thanked God for his protection. I then called the only person I knew who would know what to do.

Upon Billy's advice, I called the cops. I'm waiting for them to call me back and take a criminal report. Nothing was stolen, but it just feels weird. Someone was in my car. Someone was touching my things. Someone was thinking "damn this girl is messy"...and it's not someone I know.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005


pelf \PELF\, noun:
Money; riches; gain; -- generally conveying the idea of something ill-gotten.

Sentence: Everyone knew that the pelf she suddenly attained was from the work she did afterhours as she walked scantily dressed on Lincoln Boulevard.

The other day I called someone a coconut. She didn't know whether she was insulted or complimented. I tried to explain that it was neither an insult nor a compliment...just a statement that she obviously didn't understand. For those of you who don't know what a coconut's a person who is Indian on the outside, but 100% American in the inside. The person in question tried to convince me she was Indian by blurting out some malayalam words, which she totally butchered. Finally, I asked her why she felt I was insulting her...why she felt that she had to defend herself to prove my statement wrong. I told her there was nothing wrong with being a's just the way she is and that's just how it goes. Then she wanted me to explain WHY I think she's a coconut. I began to explain that she doesn't know a thing about Indian culture, traditions, can't intelligably speak the language, and...last but not least...she hates Indians. If that isn't a coconut, I'm not sure what is.

I think she might have had a tinge of guilt at that point until I pointed out my theory of how she became a coconut. My theory is that most coconuts...not all, but most...become this way because of their parents. I think I shared this theory in my book (I'm not sure because it's been a long time since I read it)...Parents came to America, and were so hell bent on keeping "tradition"...that they didn't teach us culture. They taught us tradition as culture. Most of us either grew up accepting these traditions or turning completely against them. But in our minds, it wasn't tradition we were turning away from it was "culture." Sadly, our culture has been lost to us. We were never taught the beauty of Indian art, literature, music, etc. The food is perhaps the only taste of culture we have received.

I'm happy to say that this coconut is trying to rectify the situation. She told me she bought this book about a form of massage that was originated in Kerala. Mothers have apparently been teaching their children this massage technique for generations. Oddly enough, it's something I never heard of. But when it comes right down to it, there's a ton of things about India and the Indian culture that I've never heard of. In a way, my conversation with her was a challenge to take time to really know my culture...not just traditions.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall...(and i don't mean the season)

word of the day:
votary \VOH-tuh-ree\, noun:
1. One who is devoted, given, or addicted to some particular pursuit, subject, study, or way of life.
2. A devoted admirer.
3. A devout adherent of a religion or cult.
4. A dedicated believer or advocate.

I'm a votary of the show Lost.

Tuesday. Day 2. I have already screwed up majorly this week by forgetting my good friend Billy's birthday until 11 pm last night when it dawned on me. I wish there was a way to make it up to him. But alas, the only thing I can do is to publically say I am a wretch! Hopefully he will find it somewhere in his big heart to forgive me.

Other than my royal mess up for the week...I also already made a royal fool of myself for the week. I was walking back to the building from lunch with my nose in a book. Somehow my foot got caught in my pant leg since my pants are always so long, and I went crashing to the ground. This girl came running to my aid, which merely embarrassed me more. I tried to cover it up with comments like..."perhaps that knocked some much needed sense into me." The wounds I suffered are as follows: a bruised shoulder along with a strawberry..or is it called a raspberry? shoulder is black/blue and red....a small raspberry/strawberry on my cheek, a scraped knee, and a new pair of pants that are nearly torn at the knee. lovely..i know!

The sad news for the day is that I'm completely re-thinking Mousse. CCL emailed me AND called me pleading with me to heed her warnings. Apparently Labs need lots of attention and are extremely playful, which CCL thinks does not match up with my personality. She believes I will end up getting annoyed with the dog and neglecting it, which will make the dog misbehave and start digging holes, in turn pissing my mom off...she will then kill me and Mousse. I'm afraid CCL didn't paint a pretty now I'm beginning to wonder. Perhaps I should re-think my position on this and research this whole dog thing a bit more. I will go see the pups though...and I will fall in love with Mousse and be broken hearted...that's for sure.

That's all for now...maybe more later...

Monday, October 17, 2005

Following Scorpsy's lead...

7 things I plan to do before I die:

1). Have a family
2). Write full time
3). Travel to every continent
4). Be the ideal weight for my height
5). travel the world extensively.
6). By an old home and renovate it
7). Bring at least one person to know Christ

7 things I can do:

1). make bead bracelets
2). bake brownies
3). make homemade salsa
4). Speak Ong language fluently
5). watch random people and create interesting stories
6). get ready in 7 minutes flat
7). be funny if necessary

7 things I cannot do:
1). sing.
2). socialize in a crowd of strangers
3). stay awake while driving home from work
4). watch a full episode of desperate housewives
5). hang out alone
6). calle married people unless truly necessary
7). let my nails grow

7 things that attract me to another person:

1). eyes
2). good smile
3). sense of humor
4). good conversationalist
5). deep thinker
6). avid reader
7). humility

7 things that I say most often:

1). so what else
2). what the
3). about done?
4). well, alrighty
5). dern
6). hey kid
7). later

7 People I want to do this:
1). CCL
2). Flog girls (those that remain...)
3). Mattie
4). Dains
5). Billy
6). Alex
7). Sunu K

Me and Mousse...

word of the day:
aberrant \a-BERR-unt; AB-ur-unt\, adjective:
Markedly different from an accepted norm; Deviating from the ordinary or natural type; abnormal.

sentence: Sometimes I feel as if I have aberrant personality when comparing myself to those around me.

Well, it's Monday again. I spent some time in prayer before I got ready for work this week, and I told God I couldn't take one more week of the rat race. I told him that this week, I needed to see a light at the end of my tunnel, an open door, a cracked window...something. I believe He will hear my prayers.

Other than that, this weekend was uneventful. I overslept/chickened out of the race. I know, I'm a loser as my CCL repetitively told me on Saturday. I'm very aware. I should have just tried, but I felt a bit unprepared since I didn't run much last week. I will work harder this week and aim for a run sometime this spring. Instead, I spent the weekend tending to 2911 matters, which is what I'll be doing from now till November 19th.

I got an email from Fins today, informing me that Mousse was born this weekend. She has 9 brothers and sisters...she had 11, but 2 died. I'm going to go see her some time this week, when she's strong enough to open her eyes. Hopefully the Maternal Unit will come along and be smitten by her...and thus, unable to say no to her. I had a long talk with my neighbor who agrees that a chocolate lab would be a great addition to the family since they make really good watch dogs. I really hope my plan succeeds...I'm already thinking of the fun Mousse and I will have...the long walks, the games of catch, and watching Lost together. Fun times...Mousse will be my companion and my BF...she will help me hate on the dog whose name rhymes with Hoco. Me and Mousse...I love it.

In other news...I'm nearly done with new book I'm reading. I plan to go see the movie version with the kid cousins this week...they wil be on Fall Break. Geez, fall break, spring break, christmas break, thanksgiving break...i don't think these kids do enough work to necessitate all these breaks! But, I could sure use one once in a while!

Friday, October 14, 2005

Word of the day:
sinecure \SY-nih-kyur; SIN-ih-\, noun:
An office or position that requires or involves little or no responsibility, work, or active service.

The work I did last year at the branch office was sinecure, which is why the office shut down.

Ahh it's Friday...the sweetest day of the week. And, 4: 45 will be the sweetest time of the sweetest day of the week. I really need to do something about the rat race...I feel it sucking the life blood out of me. I have resorted to only appreciating one moment in time in the entire work week...and that, my sad.

No time to dwell on the sadder aspects of my life. Today is Friday!...and thus, I have to do my shoutouts..or shoutout, I should say...I only have one...and that goes to...

DM for providing me with another funny/funky,fresh blog to read when I'm bored.

Other than that I'd like to talk about the "issues" in my life right now. My friend Fin told me her co-worker is selling labs. The mom is a blonde...and the dad is a chocolate. I've been really wanting a chocolate lab. I know if my CCL reads this she will say I'm uncapabale of caring for a dog. She's right...I'm not much of a pet person. But I do love big dogs...I hate tiny ones that names rhyme with Poco. Anyhoo, I'm hoping for two things...that my mother will agree to having this dog share her abode. Secondly, I'm really hoping that a chocolate lab will be in the mix. If so, I will name him/her Mousse. Get it?? Chocolate Mousse. =) If not, I might settle for a blonde and name her Brooklyn...after NY of course. ;)

The next issue is tomorrow's 5k. I'm not ready for it. This was supposed to be a prep run for the DC race. However, that has been canceled...apparently a family that doesn't blog together doesn't jog together either. (our site is dying!) So now...I'm running this race and I am wondering if I'll even make it through alive! Please cross your fingers for me!!

I saw the cutest shirt on this was a part of my one purchase a month to become a more fashionable sue! but for some nutty reason my CC address doesn't match up with the address i gave them despite the fact it's exactly the same!...thus i can't buy the shirt. I'm totally bummed, but i guess it's a sign that perhaps i shouldn't buy it since I bought a shirt at h&m this month. =/

Last but not least...2911. For those of you who don't know...2911 is the name of the play I wrote for our youth fellowship (OPYF). Last year, DM was the president of the youth fellowship and I got suckered into helping out with things all throughout the year. It was totally killing what little social life I had so I vowed that I wasn't going to be as involved this year. So much for that. I find that most of my weekends and weekdays for that matter are scheduled around play practices and such. Y'day was the first practice I atteneded and I was quite blown away by these kids. I wanted to pass out oscars. They are doing a phenominal job. Unfortunately, I will miss the final presentation because I'll be in the Bahamas...which completely sucks. It was really awesome to see them performing words I'd written. I can't wait to see it all come together...unfortunately, I'll have to settle for the DVD version.

Have a wonderful weekend guys!

Thursday, October 13, 2005

word of the day:
conurbation \kon-uhr-BAY-shuhn\, noun:
An aggregation or continuous network of urban communities.

Sentence of the day:
I have no idea how to use conurbation in a sentence? (does that suffice?)

Thank God it's Thursday! One more day to get through and then I'm home free!!! This is a really a sad way of life. Anywhoo...I must give my shoutout to the new blogger in the BF's hubby and my very own BF #2. Check out his funky, fresh blog at .

Ok, I did my PR work for on to my mind numbing banter for the day. Actually, my mind is so numb, I have no banter today. =/

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

A stroll throught Time Square

word of the day:
gewgaw \G(Y)OO-gaw\, noun:
A showy trifle; a trinket; a bauble.

sentence of the day:
Chinatown is full of cheap gewgaw.

I realized this weekend how much of a pessimist I am, and I was a bit ashamed. We were in Time Square and there was an artist on the side of the road spray painting a city scene. He had a crowd around him, and we were all in awe of how easy he made it seem to create such fantastic art. His face looked sullen and serious and each movement he made with his hands and the spray paint was done with such familiar ease that it was almost robotic. When he finally finished, he held it up to the crowd and everyone clapped and oohed and awwed, and then a smile came over the painter's face. His eyes seemed to light up with pride and for that brief moment everything seemed worth it to him.

I walked along silently for a while thinking about the painter. I felt somehow sorry for him. My friend JU walked beside me, and I took it upon myself to vent. I told him that I felt sorry for the painter....because he almost seemed sad when he was painting. I mean, do you expect me to honestly believe that his heart's desire is to sit on a street corner and paint the same scene over and over again?...All so someone tourist can pay a mere 15 bucks for his work of art? How does he feel knowing his art is worth 15 bucks? Yet, at the's that 5 seconds of crowd appreciation that must keep him going...that fuels his inspiration...that makes him smile.

However, JU had a completely different take on the situation. You see, he's a born optimist. He said when he saw the guy painting, he thought about how he was spending each day doing something he loves...that surely it wasn't the 15$ that brought him back every night but the love of his art and the appreciation he received for it was indeed his fuel. JU said that painting that city scape every night...with the twin towers towering over the rest of the buildings...was a way for him to express himself and his loss/sorrow he felt for the city he loves.

I defintely like JU's theory better. It made me feel happier for the guy and for myself. I guess in a lot of ways I compared the guy to me. His painting was my writing letters for BC, my freelance gigs on topics I know nothing about, and my blogs. I guess in a way listening to JU's theory made me grateful for the opportunities I do have to share my writing with others. I may not be able to sit at home and write books full time...but I need to be more optimistic about the things I'm doing right now while I continue to plan for the future.

Yep...this is what I learned on my stroll through Time Square.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

oops...i forgot

word of the day:
palpable \PAL-puh-buhl\, adjective:
1. Capable of being touched and felt; perceptible by the touch; as, "a palpable form."
2. Easily perceptible; plain; distinct; obvious; readily detected; as, "palpable imposture; palpable absurdity; palpable errors

sentence of the day:
Give me one palpable reason as to why I should give you a second chance?

I forgot my word for the day...forgive head is not functioning properly today.
I'm back from my trip to New York. *sigh* I knew I was back to Oklahoma when I saw a woman on the plane from DFW to Okc wearing a black Halloween sweater with pumpkins crocheted all over it. My heart sunk as I thought, "no one in NYC would ever wear that!" This was the first time I really took notice of NYC fashion. I love how the people there just layer clothes and make things "work." I went to this store called H&M...I'm not sure how New Yorkers feel about that store, but considering the fact that it was so busy...I'm guessing it's pretty popular. Anyway, the clothes were so cute, but I almost felt like it was too fashionable for me. I'd look ridiculous in it! I'd see something on the hanger and think "ehh, what's so great about that?" and then see someone in the dressing room would come out in it and it looked terrific! There is some sort of fashion independence there. People just wear whatever and it looks friggin awesome. Here in Okc it's entirely different. There's a set style. You rarely see anyone wearing things that are different than the norm, yet still be considered fashionable.

Finuji and I started playing a game at Laguardia airport as we waited to board. We played "guess the New Yorker" was so obvious who was from NYC and who wasn't...all you had to look for were pointy-toed shoes, high heels, flashy hand bags, and the confident stride. I think we were all totally inspired by fashion. And now we're going to try to be more cautious of it. I definitely don't want to get wrapped up in wanting to buy Prada or wearing high fashion brands. But, i do want to experience fashion freedom...making unlikely things work...and being different from the norm. the only problem with that is that there are no stores comparable here in okc.

I guess for now, I'll wear my usual teacher gear until I get to my goal weight...then I'll worry about being fashionable. =/

Friday, October 07, 2005

SHIZOUT OUTS...(blognapped from SunuK)

ok folks...
i'm in less of a grumpy mood. i figure why stress about crap you can't control? That being said...i'm so inspired by sunuk's Friday shoutouts...that i decided to make my own Friday shoutouts. snuk, sorry for thieving your idea of sheer brilliance!

let the shoutouts proceed....

#1 to SunuK for coming up with this unbelievably great idea and for making me laugh each and every single day with her antics on her blog. long live proudy!

#2 to my new pink purse given to me by my good friend and neighbor the illustrious finuji! i think i'm in love with it!

#3 to getting off of work early for two days in a row!

#4 to Gabe and Abbie for singing me the best Happy Birthday Sue Aunty I've heard in my entire life.

#5 to turning 31 and realizing that whether it sucks or not...that's what I am so I just gotta get on with it...I've got 365 days to do something magnificent before I turn 32 and realize 31 was a total wash.

#6 to the flog girls who will be meeting tomorrow night despite the chaos caused by commenters.

#7 to my CCL for using the world wide web to bafoon the hell out of me. January 27/28th isn't too far away...and it'll be my turn!

#8 to the University of Texas at Austin...Crush OU, please!!!!! (I have no loyalty)

#9 to for teaching me great words this week..."onus, sempiternal,inchoate,beneficience,

#10 to the creators of Lost...I would be lost with out you!

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word of the day:
onus \OH-nuhs\, noun:
1. A burden; an obligation; a disagreeable necessity.
2. a: A stigma. b: Blame.
3. The burden of proof

Sentence of the day: The onus of repairs is stressing me out.

I'm leaving in a few hours, and I should be in a good mood. But, instead, I'm so grumpy. If someone looks at me wrong...I'm gonna mentally jump down their throats! Everything in my friggin house is falling apart RIGHT NOW. So of course, my mom thinks I need to be at home finding repair men or accompanying her to buy this new crap instead of traveling. God forbid she take care of that on her own. So now I know...beyond a doubt...that with everything broken around the house, she'll have nothing to do about sit and stew about how i abandoned her in her hour of need.

Earlier this week it was the water heater. I was sitting at work...minding my own business when I got a crazed phone call from her..."water is coming out...heat...water...heater...water heater!" apparently the water heater erupted and spewed a load of water into the garage. Remaining calm, i advised her to open the garage, and back out the car while i called the plummer. meanwhile...she should find a neighbor to help her turn off the water. i called the plummer and what did she do? well, instead of taking my advice she calss 911. what do they tell her? CALL A PLUMBER. After a day/night with out water...that is now finally fixed.

Today...I get another call. "the TV is finally gone." For months our TV has been seriously jacked. The picture was so messed up that I didn't even know who actors were unless I could tell by their voices. So, I called a few TV repairmen...all of which said it'd be a lot of time and money...and we'd be better off buying a new one? I suggested my mom take care of this this weekend since she is retired and would be so bored with out a tv. she going to listen? nope. why? she needs me to go with her.

I'm quite sure that between now and the time I leave the stove which has been jacked for the past year...(one of 4 burners now work) will also break. So she'll be with out TV and food...and I can feel guilty for the next 2 days while I'm on my mini-vacation.

As if that's not bad enough..I HAVE A PAPER JAM NOW!

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Happy Birthday Dear Sue Aunty...

word of the day:
sempiternal \sem-pih-TUR-nuhl\, adjective:
Of never ending duration; having beginning but no end; everlasting; endless.

Sentence: Today I stop to think about life and realize it is not a sempiternal cycle of events and happenings, so I must cherish what each day has to offer.

Man, that sentence made me laugh. It was cheesy and dramatic..just the way I like it. I'm 31 today. Am I enjoying it? Not so much. Being 30 is kind of fun. It's a "special" birthday...30's kind of a hip age although I whined and moaned about turning 30 also. But 31? Man, I've crossed all lines of hip and cool. I'm just old now. O-L-D old. On the bright side...(I'm searching REALLY hard to find a bright side)...I came to work to find a delicious cookie cake on my desk, along with a very cute picture frame(bought specifically to hold a picture from my fantabulous weekend in nyc), and I had many calls this morning from my vonderful friends. It all began at 11 pm y'day when Sheryl did her ritual birthday call honoring EST since I claim to be born in New York. This morning the birthday calls continued from my 3 BF's...Billy, BF(Sonia), and Sherry. Sherry's call was extraspecially sweet because I said Hello and her two little ones, Gabe and Abby (2 and 1) sang me their rendition of "Happy Birthday Dear Sue Aunty." It was the sweetest thing I've ever heard(challenge to CCL to get Ethan and Lauren to sing me a duet!) Anyhoo, so although birthdays suck because of the getting older aspect, the acts of "beneficience" are most enjoyable. Oh..oh...not to mention...NYC TRIP IS A LITTLE OVER 24 HOURS AWAY!!---yeehaw!

After going down memory lane with Sheryl a bit yesterday...and listening to her wheeze and laugh like a hyena with an ocassional pot belly pig snort here and there...I realized that life so far has had its definite downs and disappointments...but i've also had a good time along the way...lots of things to look back at fondly and crack up about. ;)

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

word of the day:
beneficence \buh-NEFF-i-suhns\, noun:
1. The practice of doing good; active goodness, kindness, or charity.
2. A charitable gift or act

Sentence: I need a random act of beneficence to get me through this day.

After six years of waiting for an opening to become available in the department of my dreams, I ended up not getting hired for the job. I was told that I was one of the top two choices, which doesn't make me feel any better about the rejection. Why wasn't i the # 1 choice? Because the other person had better accounting skills...who knew that'd be so necessary in creative services?

To say that i'm completely crushed and heart broken is an understatement. I'm currently choking on the ball of emotions that's lodged in my throat. I'm looking forward to the lunch hour when I can unleash my tears and mourn properly in the confines of my car.

Do you ever feel like you're chasing your own tail? I feel like that...Actually, I can't remember a time when I haven't felt like that. Sometimes I just want to stand outside, look up into the sky with my arms extended and scream..."WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?" I know, I know...think happy thoughts...NYC...yah, yah...Flog meet up...right, right...I'll be happy. I'm just not happy AT ALL right now.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Weak and Heavy Laden...

word of the day:
inchoate \in-KOH-it\, adjective:
1. In an initial or early stage; just begun.
2. Imperfectly formed or formulated

Sentence: I'm beginning to question my inchoate decision.

I have a headache. I just got back from a little excursion to go find BC's car at the airport. On the way back, I rolled my windows down in my car and decided to enjoy the last day of warm weather before the cold front rolls in. The music was blaring and the wind was whipping around my crazy curls when all of a sudden I smelled the faint odor of burning rubber. It was as if someone had hit my panic button. Suddenly I remembered how my tire needed to be changed urgently, and I shouldn't be driving on the highway with my car. And where was I? ON THE HIGHWAY. I pulled over to inspect my tire...and my friend "Hoo" was driving down the highway just about that time and saw me pulled over. He frantically came to a screeching halt on the side of the road, jumped out, and said "well, hootie...what the hell happened?" I started blubbering about burning rubber, bad tires, and somewhere in there threw in an "I'm scared." That's all he needed to hear...he told me to follow him and then proceeded to air up my tire. All the while he was lecturing me about how I desperately need a set of new tires, something about tread, and wearing away. I hateeeeeeeee car problems. I know, I know...girls can do anything boys can do. But this girl can't deal with car the thought of going to get four new tires has increased my blood pressure and the overall pressure within my head. wah, wah, wah.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Escape from the daily grind on the horizon...

effulgence \i-FUL-juhn(t)s\, noun:
The state of being bright and radiant; splendor; brilliance.

Sentence: I have missed the effulgence of the morning because I woke up an hour late, arrived at the office to see that the coffee pot spilled over, and discovered I accidently deleted the rolodex on my computer.

Good Monday to you all. The sentence above shows you how my Monday began, however I do not intend to let it carry on this way. No, this is a much anticipated Monday. New opportunities are on the horizon, and I'm going to "carpe diem." Not to mention...just 4 more days till my trip to my favorite city on the planet! I've obviously got reasons to be excited.

I have an interview today!! I've been waiting for this opportunity to open up for six long years! It's to work within the department of my dream....CREATIVE SERVICES! Doesn't that just sound fun?? So, if you're reading this...please say a prayer for me today!

Friday, September 30, 2005

u mean u don't spell segway that way?

Word of the day:
segue \SEG-way; SAYG-way\, intransitive verb:
To proceed without interruption; to make a smooth transition

Read Suja K's blog first, and it will segue into my blog.

I can't believe that's how you spell segway...when I first saw this word, I thought "what the heck does seg-you mean?" I feel as shocked as I did when I discovered that outfit isn't spelled alphet. shocking, i tell u!

The question of the day:
If you could eat dinner with three people (alive or dead), who would it be?

I know most people say Jesus as their #1 person. But to me, Jesus isn't a person, He's a divine being. I wouldn't want to eat dinner with Him because I'm not worthy of such an honor. So if you don't mind...I'll pick 3 mere mortals for this dream dinner.

#1 My dad...However this might not prove to be such a good choice. I would want to ask my dad a zillion questions...and he always used to have this strict rule about not talking while you eat. So, most likely...I would just end up annoying him, and he wouldn't have such a great time. But regardless, I'd definitely want him at this special dinner because he was the most special person I've ever known.

#2 My BF...She would be the first person I would call after such an amazing dinner. So, I might as well just invite her and let her be a part of it, so I wouldn't miss any details when explaining it to her. Plus, she's pretty dern special if this is a dinner for special people, it wouldn't be complete unless she was there!

#3 JJ Abrams...I have no idea if he's special or not. I'm sure his wife would like to believe so. But, i have more important matters to discuss with him. Like..."Lost"...WHERE ARE THESE PEOPLE?!? Afterall, I spend a lot of sleepless hours on Wednesday night considering this very question. It would be great to discuss it with someone who actually has the answers!

and for dessert...Antonio Sabato Jr of course! (and I wouldn't mind if the rest of the guests left at that point) ;)

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Why ask Jeeves when you can ask Sue?

WORD OF THE DAY: jocund \JOCK-uhnd; JOH-kuhnd\, adjective:
Full of or expressing high-spirited merriment; light-hearted; mirthful.

IN A SENTENCE: I find Billy S. to be extra-specially annoying because of his jocund personality.

I was sitting at my desk inspecting the chocolate teddy graham I was about to inhale. Something about it looked so oddly familiar. Then I realized's the bear's gut. Oddly enough, it looks just like the one I'm trying to get rid of. These were the deep thoughts running through my mind before the phone rang and interrupted me.

Thank God for caller id. The number on it was familiar which means I didn't have to go through my office shcpeel of identifying the company or myself...and I didn't have to make my voice sound like I was smiling. Instead I did my usual, barely-gotta-pulse "hello." It was Sheryl on the other end. I mentally prepped myself for her. Why? Because she always has a question for me. Most people consult "ask Jeeves"...but Sheryl's version is "Ask Sue."

This began many years ago...I was working at Hyded Drug Store before it turned to Eckerd Drug Store, which finally became CVS while I was in college. Sheryl was a mere kid...with very abnormal rashes and other unrelated health problems. Every time something was wrong with her she would come and ask if I was Dr. Quinn Medicine woman. Somehow, I always had an answer for her...they were my best educated guesses, which she accepted happily. I always felt so smart...and it was a great ego boost, but soon the questions were becoming more and more complex. I was so frightened that one day the question would be way out of my realm of knowledge and hypothetical "Sue, my cranial articular major has discombobulated...what do i do?" Finally, I just had to tell her..."Sheryl, I'm not a pharmacy major...i don't know the answers!" She was shocked and dismayed, and asked me how i was ever able to answer her questions in the first place...and I said they were just my best guesses.

I guess since then, i've always been the "Ask Jeeves" in her life. My educated guesses were better than she continued on asking me the most random of random questions. Yesterday it was what kinda catchy kiddy phrase could she come up with for an activity about cows. Today it was where she could find fake tatoos for cheap. Tomorrow I'm sure it'll be something else I have no clue about...but i will not let her down. I will either guess an answer...or BS one so good that she won't know the difference!