There's this commercial here for some ghetto cell phone company that annoys the crap out of me. Picture this: a blue screen with a cell phone in the middle and the only sound the comercial has is the most annoying factory ringtone that exists. That's all there is, a cell phone, some text, and the ringing. This goes on for a full 30 seconds. Everytime the commerical comes on, it wakes up Lilo. Grrrr.....
30 second commercial spots are expensive. I don't know who thought this commercial was worth that much money, but whoever it was must have been on crack.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
School Again
Wow, yeah....so I'm going back to school for my Masters in Education. I never really intended to stop with my bachelors, but when I got pregnant with Lilo I kinda figured that was the end of school. Actually, that was fine with me, because by the time I'd finished in Madison, I was so sick of college that I never wanted to see the inside of a classroom again. And now, while I'm really enjoying staying at home with the babe, I know that someday I'm going to want to get a job and earn some cash so she can go to college someday. And, let's just face it, not many companies are eager to hire someone with a degree in history. Yeah, I can read, I can write, and I can analyze texts, but so freaking what. Soooo...I need something else.
When I was a kid, I always wanted to be a teacher. My parents, however, thought that being a teacher was a waste, and that I should go on to do something that would make me lots of money. You know, like doctor or lawyer....and my mom is *still* on me to be a nurse. Seriously, I called her and told her I was going back to school for education and she tried to talk me into going to nursing school instead. Yick. I admire all you nurses out there....I couldn't do it. Yick, yick, double yick. I digress. Anyway.
I'm doing my degree online at Western Governors University. I'm always kinda skeptical about these online universities...I'm always reminded of those mail order degrees you see on TV. Anyway, I've really researched this one and it is legit and accredited, and even applauded by many reputable organizations, like Google and Dell. Most of the program is done online (duh), but I will have to student teach for 4 months, as well as travel to Utah to defend my thesis and do oral comps. Which scares the bejesus out of me, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it, I guess.
Anyway, 2-3 years from now I might have another degree. Or, knowing me, it could be six years. Heh. Either way, I start in a week.
When I was a kid, I always wanted to be a teacher. My parents, however, thought that being a teacher was a waste, and that I should go on to do something that would make me lots of money. You know, like doctor or lawyer....and my mom is *still* on me to be a nurse. Seriously, I called her and told her I was going back to school for education and she tried to talk me into going to nursing school instead. Yick. I admire all you nurses out there....I couldn't do it. Yick, yick, double yick. I digress. Anyway.
I'm doing my degree online at Western Governors University. I'm always kinda skeptical about these online universities...I'm always reminded of those mail order degrees you see on TV. Anyway, I've really researched this one and it is legit and accredited, and even applauded by many reputable organizations, like Google and Dell. Most of the program is done online (duh), but I will have to student teach for 4 months, as well as travel to Utah to defend my thesis and do oral comps. Which scares the bejesus out of me, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it, I guess.
Anyway, 2-3 years from now I might have another degree. Or, knowing me, it could be six years. Heh. Either way, I start in a week.
Friday, April 14, 2006
My Favorite Easter Memory
During Spring Break my freshman year of high school, my dad and I went to Mississippi to visit my great Aunt Sandy. Aunt Sandy lived way out in the sticks, and going to her house was always fun for me because I had always lived in the city. I looked forward to visiting her because it seemed like there were always people around and other kids for me to play with. Spring Break was of course over Easter, which is why I happened to remember this particular incident today. It is my favorite Easter memory, however twisted that may be.
Aunt Sandy lived in what I would call a shack. It was what my dad calls a shotgun house: if you shot through the front door, the shot would go straight out the back door. Id never heard of such a thing; Im convinced it is a *southern thing*. I think there were about ten people staying in her little house for the week. Three of Aunt Sandys kids had come to visit: Mitch, along with his two daughters, Connie, with her two sons, and Merlene, a daughter she had given up for adoption and had recently been reunited with, as well as Merlenes daughter, Candy. Gary, another of Aunt Sandys kids lived across the road. All of us kids slept in one room, camped out on the bunk beds and the floor. The adults got the living room. It was a whole lot of fun with everyone being together.
Easter morning I woke up early. I could hear the adults all talking at the dining room table, and being the curious teenager that I was, I listened in. At the dining room table was Aunt Sandy, her four kids (Gary, Merlene, Connie, and Mitch) and my dad. The next thing I hear coming from Garys mouth is, I want to tell you all something. Im in love with my sister (Merlene).
Ooookay. Yeah. I wish you could have heard everyones reaction. Ill sure never forget it. There was a whole lot of swearing and a whole lot of drinking to follow (yes, on Easter morning). I guess its not completely as bad as it sounds. The first time Gary had met Merlene was, in fact, earlier that week, so its not like they grew up together. And, they did have different dads. But still. Yuck.
Gary and Merlene actually ended up getting married in Gatlinburg a year or so later. They were together until Gary died of a cocaine overdose in 2002. Merlene went on and married a preacher and lives in Tupelo now, I think. Yeah, I get the irony.
I tell this story much better in person. Its a great story to tell at a bar; somehow its even funnier when alcohol is involved. I dont remember what we did the rest of that Easter, but I will never forget that morning. It is my favorite Easter memory.
Aunt Sandy lived in what I would call a shack. It was what my dad calls a shotgun house: if you shot through the front door, the shot would go straight out the back door. Id never heard of such a thing; Im convinced it is a *southern thing*. I think there were about ten people staying in her little house for the week. Three of Aunt Sandys kids had come to visit: Mitch, along with his two daughters, Connie, with her two sons, and Merlene, a daughter she had given up for adoption and had recently been reunited with, as well as Merlenes daughter, Candy. Gary, another of Aunt Sandys kids lived across the road. All of us kids slept in one room, camped out on the bunk beds and the floor. The adults got the living room. It was a whole lot of fun with everyone being together.
Easter morning I woke up early. I could hear the adults all talking at the dining room table, and being the curious teenager that I was, I listened in. At the dining room table was Aunt Sandy, her four kids (Gary, Merlene, Connie, and Mitch) and my dad. The next thing I hear coming from Garys mouth is, I want to tell you all something. Im in love with my sister (Merlene).
Ooookay. Yeah. I wish you could have heard everyones reaction. Ill sure never forget it. There was a whole lot of swearing and a whole lot of drinking to follow (yes, on Easter morning). I guess its not completely as bad as it sounds. The first time Gary had met Merlene was, in fact, earlier that week, so its not like they grew up together. And, they did have different dads. But still. Yuck.
Gary and Merlene actually ended up getting married in Gatlinburg a year or so later. They were together until Gary died of a cocaine overdose in 2002. Merlene went on and married a preacher and lives in Tupelo now, I think. Yeah, I get the irony.
I tell this story much better in person. Its a great story to tell at a bar; somehow its even funnier when alcohol is involved. I dont remember what we did the rest of that Easter, but I will never forget that morning. It is my favorite Easter memory.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Nothing too much
Donald finally got a full-time job *whew*. I was starting to panic...the balance in our savings account was getting sadly low. So he's working at Dyatech
doing some accounting crap that goes WAY over my head. Whatever...it pays the bills :o) He's going to keep working at his beloved bowling alley, too...plus he's looking for a third shift job. You'd think he *likes* working or something. Nah, we're just trying to pay off some bills so we can buy a house.
Why didn't anyone tell me that Sonic's limeades were so freakin' good? I've been going to Sonic for years and years and had never tried a limeade till the other day. And now I'm hooked. Lilo and I go the park everyday, and on our way home we stop at Sonic. Evil I tell you.
Speaking of Lilo, she has a doctor's appointment tomorrow for her shots. *tear* I think it will be more traumatic for me than her. Her pediatrician is in Hattiesburg, and Donald wants to go for Mexican when we're done at the doc, but I have a feeling lil Lilo is going to be too cranky to hush in a restaraunt. We shall see.
doing some accounting crap that goes WAY over my head. Whatever...it pays the bills :o) He's going to keep working at his beloved bowling alley, too...plus he's looking for a third shift job. You'd think he *likes* working or something. Nah, we're just trying to pay off some bills so we can buy a house.
Why didn't anyone tell me that Sonic's limeades were so freakin' good? I've been going to Sonic for years and years and had never tried a limeade till the other day. And now I'm hooked. Lilo and I go the park everyday, and on our way home we stop at Sonic. Evil I tell you.
Speaking of Lilo, she has a doctor's appointment tomorrow for her shots. *tear* I think it will be more traumatic for me than her. Her pediatrician is in Hattiesburg, and Donald wants to go for Mexican when we're done at the doc, but I have a feeling lil Lilo is going to be too cranky to hush in a restaraunt. We shall see.
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