Friday, July 31, 2009

Storage Incident

So, I have a storage unit... and the other day I went and got some summer clothes (we are having a very late summer this year). And, I find a box of nice work shirts and figure I can use them. I bring them home and start taking them out of the box and laying them out to assess and remember the long forgotten shirts from my storage.

As I am laying them out I notice this big clump of something... what the heck is it?! It looked like a birds nest made of material. I get closer so I can really see it without touching it and I realize that it is material from the shirts I am pulling out of this box. Hmmm... how is that possible? I look closer at the shirts... yup... it's from them. There's a nice hole in almost every one of the shirts.

Then I start to get nervous... Is there something in the box I am pulling these out of? There doesn't appear to be anything in the wad of material, but I'm not too sure yet. I grab a hangar and push the wad to the floor nothing falls out of it. I guess that's good. I tip the box and cautiously pull out my formal bridesmaid dress that I spent a bit of money on to only wear once and keep in storage. Well, thankfully no holes in it, but there are stains.... GREAT! Now I can't sell it on craigslist. I guess it was not going to go on craigslist anytime soon... BUT... I now have to see if I can get it drycleaned so that perhaps someday I can post it on craigslist... -- and the listing will read -- pretty blue formal dress, worn once, housed a few mice and was peed on in a few spots, was dry cleaned, so no big deal, you will probably only wear it once and keep it in storage anyway.

Ok, getting back to the box. I pull the dress out and freak out about the stains and then I carefully peek in the box. Granted I am not afraid of mice -- no, really, I'm not, I had them as pets as a kid -- I wanted to make sure that whatever mice where in the box were not rabid and were not going to jump on me and give me reason to have a rabies shot for the second time in my life ((another story for another time)).

Ok, all that suspense for nothing! I guess that's good. No more rabies shots for me - they really hurt by the way. Nothing but mouse poo... ew!

To top off my lovely story the storage company will not reimburse me. But they can give me some traps if I stop in the office. You know what?! NO!! I'm not going to put mouse traps in my storage unit so that I my clothes can then smell of dead mice. And I'm not going to get rid of the bodies myself. And I'm not going to kill the poor little mice that so innocently ruined my things. I guess it's time to find another storage unit.

Thursday, July 30, 2009


is overrated...

kinda kidding? I just don't feel like blogging lately... I have nothing good to say or interesting to say... so I'm not going to hog up the internets with mindless thoughts... like this one...

Friday, July 24, 2009


I love to drive. I'm not sure what it is... but it relaxes me. It keeps my mind off of things that are bugging me and helps me to think more clearly. I love exploring new places - just as long as I don't get lost. And lost I do get... but I won't go there... Sure it might be entertaining to you, but I've got a long drive on my hands today and I don't want to think about that right now. All I want to think about is the nice relaxing feeling I get from the view of the road among the trees and grassy inbetween thingy... what's that called.... um.... I forget. You know what I mean. I love listening to music too. Surprised? What's wrong with me and silence? I just don't like it. I think it makes the narrative voice in my head audible... You know the one that reads everything out loud to you even though you can clearly see what the sign says. The one that yells at you for turning here when you should have turned there... The one that tells you to pull over and ask someone - no seriously pull over! - even though you strongly believe you are going the right way. Yeah that one... I like to drown it out with music! It can be so annoying sometimes. I think the only time I like that voice is when it mocks people in a Sponge Bob voice. :) Then it's pretty cool!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

July 23, 2009


It's your birthday. I hope you are having a good day. Remember that time we surprised you by having your birthday party a week early? That was fun. I think you thought something was up, but you weren't absolutely sure. And you always know when something is up. Kind of like how you guess the ending to all of the movies we watch...haha. I think you were wearing your flying monkeys shirt that day...which made me chuckle because it so fit the day. "Don't make me get my flying monkeys"'s my birthday party and you'd better not tick me off! You should wear that shirt every birthday... except that it makes me think of those ugly things and they scare me... I digress... Back to your birthday. Do you feel any older than yesterday? I always try to think about weird things like that. How old do I really feel? Did I feel the same way when I was 12 years old as I do now? I know I've had to change my perspective at some point, but when exactly? Will I feel even different at 30, 50, or 70 than I do now? Will I feel that I've spent my time wisely? Will I feel any wiser than I was years before? Then I start to think, why think about all of this? It's my birthday and I just want to have fun! So tonight I hope you have fun! Don't think too much about how old --er young-- you are and try to have a great time.

Love you Mom!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Dear Fatty

Comment by Neonmouse 07.22.2009 1:14 pm

Cancer Sucks! I admire your courage and strength as you go through this difficult time. When my brother was little he once asked my mom why we are here and she answered, “to love each other as much as we can.” It looks like you and your family are doing just that. I have lost some friends and famiy to cancer and I vow to keep loving those around me as much as I can. Oh, and did I already mention CANCER SUCKS!

((I spelled family wrong, but I'm sure fatty won't mind))

(((a correction from my mother: my brother asked, "why are we here if we are just going to die anyway?"...double oops!)))

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Cancer Sucks!

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Sorry that fit was sparked by a blog that my mother keeps reading and that I am trying to avoid reading but I can't...

That's all, you can go back to what you were doing now.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Flying Brains

I've only ever flown once in my entire life... I know it seems strange that I grew up on an air base and have never flown until I was in my twenties. I never really had the need to fly anywhere and years ago it was cheaper to just drive. That was when gas was a dollar something a gallon. However, the one and only time I flew, I think I had an ear infection... scary stuff. I thought my ear was going to explode and that my brains were going to fly out and splatter on the guy next to me. Sounds gross, but that's what it felt like... So now, I am thinking about flying agian but all that comes to mind is brains on the guy next to me. And perhaps I've seen a few too many news stories about planes that has me not even wanting to think about flying right now. I'm going to fly anyway. I'm determined that if everyone and their baby does it... why am I afraid? It's no big deal... right? Well, this time I will have some support. The last time, I flew by myself. BUT - even though I will have support, I am determined to be ok and act like it's nothing new. Until my brains start flying out of my head... then I think I'd have every right to freak the heck out.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Beach Boys and Chuck E. Cheese

My dad and I were driving in my car and were listening to the Beach Boys song, "Surfin' USA." I have to laugh because everytime I hear that song I feel like I am 5 or 6 years old again and listening to the puppets on the Chuck E. Cheese stage sing "Surfin' USA." My dad says the song reminds him of Teen Wolf... but I think that's boring. Haha. I can still see the puppets... I really can't think of the Beach Boys when I hear that song. In fact, a lot of their songs I associate with those goofy puppets... because they sang a lot of their music. A search provided me with the band's name: The Beach Bowzers... too funny. The puppets don't look like the ones I remember though... and I have a photographic memory so....

here's the interesting link to my past...

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Burnt Popcorn

I'm not too keen on the smell of burnt popcorn, but it does make me hungry for regular (non-burned) popcorn. Or even the popcorn flavored jelly bellys!

Yes, someone burned popcorn in the office today... and NO it wasn't me! It was some other poor person who tried unsuccessfully to follow the time on the package instead of listening to the pops.

Now my hair's gonna smell like burned popcorn... I love how my hair picks up whatever scent is in the air... The time it smelled of burnt bagels I wanted to cut it all off!! That doesn't make for a pleasant purfume. Take my word for it. <--- does anyone else think of Reading Rainbow whenever anybody says this?? LOL!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Shapes in Clouds

Sometimes I think the clouds mock our earthly existence by forming shapes familiar to us but yet still abstract enough that we can't be too sure that is what we are really seeing. We run around trying to get stuff done and make it here and get this there - all the while they are up there floating by us at such a relaxed pace that I can't stand it sometimes. I love the days where I can be still and watch them move while I do nothing. Those days don't come very often, but when they do, I enjoy every minute of it. It's like the clouds have to keep moving, but I get to stop and just be. Yet when I stop, that's when I see the shapes that are familiar to me. They are there, yet they are whispy and ever changing. It's like a reflection of our existence... reminding me that I need to start moving again.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Independence Day

I have a feeling that we are so far removed from that day that we no longer have the strong feelings of patriotism that were felt the days after our independence was gained. So, today, tomorrow, and this weekend, I am going to be thankful and somewhat patriotic.

I am thankful that I live in a country where I can freely write how I feel. Where I have a choice. Where I am not fearful of losing my freedoms or my rights. Where I have the privilege to not have to worry about my freedoms or my rights. Where I have great opportunity for higher education. Where I have full access to a wealth of information from many resources. Where I am protected from crime, scams, and fraud. Where I am free to watch, read, or listen to whatever I choose. I am so thankful today. I am glad that America is independent and I am proud of how far we have come as a nation.

To show my appreciation, I will continue to educate myself, to listen, to vote, and to exercise my freedoms. Thanks.