Discoveries to Love

Saturday, August 19, 2006

I wouldn't admit this outside Blogland, but I spend a lot of time on the internet at work. I don't know if this is OK or not. I do my actual work, I guess I have a lot of down time. I struggle with the guilt (Out, out damn guilt!!!) everyday.

A few new favorites I wanted to share:

RESCUE ME



I've never been interested in fire fighting, firefighters maybe:-), but there is something about this show that makes me watch every week. Surprise of the week: My sster contemplated being a volunteer firefighters. I'm still chewing on that.

PAWEL JONCA


The Seed, 2003

No clue where I found this guy. I find him inspiring with his combination of detail and humor. Beautiful, beautiful images.

DEVA PREMAL

accidentally discovered her 'dakshina' album. This woman has an truly amazing, pure and healing voice. Move over Enya.


NATALIE DEE




I know I've already featured Natalie in "Borgasm", but this woman is f^$&#*@ hilarious. Check out her blog for some good reading and a picture of Tom Cruise as a woman.

Throwing an Onion

Saturday, August 12, 2006

I read this "story" today on The Onion website. It's pretty dark , but hella funny.

Teen Drowns Right In Middle Of Grief Counselor's First Date In Two Years

August 11, 2006

ANKENY, IA—In a turn of events local grief counselor Maggie Hedrick described Tuesday as "typical" and "[her] life in a nutshell," the 32-year-old’s first date since entering her 30s ended abruptly Sunday when the lifeless body of Washburn High School sophomore David Schiller was found in nearby Big Creek Lake.
Enlarge ImageGrief Counselor

"The waiting is the hardest part," says Hedrick. "At least David's parents don't have to go through that."

Schiller, who could literally have chosen any other day in the last two years to achieve a reported blood-alcohol level of .22, fall out of his canoe, and ingest three gallons of water, opted to drown on the one evening Hedrick had plans to meet and have dinner with an actual single male.

"Why is it no one ever jumps off a building or dies in a car crash when I’m stuck playing solitaire at home?" Hedrick said. "I pulled weeds from my garden all day Saturday. Where were all the drownings of teenaged boys with their whole lives still ahead of them then?"

While Hedrick acknowledged that no one is ever prepared for a tragic loss of the magnitude of Schiller’s death, she said she should have nonetheless seen it coming, given her personal luck. "Helping family members through the grieving process is never easy," Hedrick said. "But it’s especially heartbreaking when you have to ditch a handsome guy who also happens to like early-20th-century architecture."
Teen Drowns Teen R

Schiller

Emergency rescue teams, working with what Hedrick called "speed and efficiency on a level I’d never before seen from them, of course," recovered Schiller’s body less than 40 minutes after Hedrick and substitute teacher Jeff Lindenbaum, 30, met for dinner at a local seafood restaurant. Approximately 15 minutes later, Hedrick received a call from Ankeny police summoning her to the scene of the accident, as if her immediate presence would somehow bring Schiller’s bloated, waterlogged corpse back to life.

A report issued Monday by the Polk County Coroner’s Office put Schiller’s time of death somewhere between the moment Lindenbaum arrived at Hedrick’s residence with a bouquet of fresh flowers at 6:34 p.m. and the very instant both realized that the other also had wishes to someday raise a family at 6:58 p.m.

"I don’t want to sound insensitive, but David’s parents will have the rest of their lives to mourn the death of their only son," said Hedrick, who claimed to have a "pretty good idea" how Howard and Janet Schiller felt when they heard the news. "Initial denial of a tragedy is a natural and understandable human impulse. What’s another two or three hours, in the grand scheme of things?"

"Don’t get me wrong, it would’ve been a whole different situation had the date been going badly. In fact, I would have probably welcomed Schiller’s death if that had been the case," Hedrick added. "But Jeff and I were really hitting it off."

Although Lindenbaum left a message on Hedrick’s voice mail late Sunday night, he has not called again since, leading Hedrick to fear that a rare opportunity for a serious relationship may have been "totally blown."

"David’s death has affected not only those who knew him, but also those who had never even met him," Hedrick said. "Not even once."

"I don’t know exactly how Howard and Janet are handling this, as I’ve been too busy wondering if Jeff will ever call me again to actually pay attention, but I imagine they must feel responsible on some level," continued Hedrick. "While it’s just a hypothesis, there’s a possibility that if both parents had paid more attention to their son, I would be getting laid right now."

"What a tragic waste of a night," she added.

History For One

Saturday, August 05, 2006

I am always amused when I read back over my blog/journal entries. Always. It gives me self-esteem a little boost, too. On paper I'm well thought out, intelectual and humouros. I've had a hard time feeling like that in real life, so it's good to know I haven't lost it somewhere. Highlights of the past round include:

Completely forgettiing that my nipple being bitten by a horse. See May 2005, I didn't make it up, promise.
Laughing at the agony I felt breaking up with Aidan and my list after list of resoning. I think I might be over it and from now on naked time is a must.

Four Things Times Nine and then Some

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Honest to Goddess truth: I like reading the "About You" Surveys, but I despise filling them out. I think I may have once sometime during college? (Hahaha...That's an excellent answer to any question you don't want to really divulge.) Thatgirl had recently posted this and I actually feel compelled to fill it out, enjoy!!

A) Four jobs I have had in my life
1. Receptionist at a Yoga Studio
2. Director of a Girl Scout Camp
3. Medical Assistant at a Choice Clinic and Planned Parenthood
4. Glorified Baby sitter (i.e. subsitute teacher, outdoor rec manager, dorm parent)

B) Four movies you would watch over and over that no one would ever guess:
1. Babe
2. L.A. Story
3. Waynes World 1 and 2
4. Napoenln Dynamite

C) Four places you have lived:
1. Michigan (Holly, East Lanising and Clarkston)
2. Illinois (Chicago)
3. Texas (Austin, Dallas)
4. California (Lake Tahoe-ish)

D) Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. Coupling
2. Girlfriends
3. Friends
4. Arrested Develpoment

E) Four places you have been on vacation:
1. Cozumel (Eat, Sleep, Lay on Beach Topless)
2. Rome (Amazing), Paris (Hot), London (Old Stuff Overload)
3. Yellowstone, Big Bend, Adarondacks, Gila, Tahoe
4. Washington, D.C. (Hands down the worst family vaca. ever)

F) Four websites you visit daily:
1. Yahoo
2. Myspace
3. IBM Texas Employees Federal Credit Union
4. Nevada County Library

G) Four of my favorite foods:
1. Gluten-Free: cake, doughnuts, pies, cookies, pasta (I have Celiac Disease)
2. Salmon with steamed veggies and rice
3. Any type of berry
4. Ice Cream (organic of course)

H) Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Having amazing sex
2. Swimming
3. Dancing in my living room
4. Hiking with my dog

I) Favorite Sports:
1. Hockey (To watch)
2. Skiing (In winter)
3. Hoseback Riding/Rock Climbing (In Summer)
4. Hide and Seek, Sardines and Red Rover (Because they never get old)

I don't know where J-Z is, so I made up some of my own.

J) Four place you've had sex besides your bedroom:
1. On the Beach
2. In the Media Room
3. At a Party
4. In a Shower

K) Four embarrasing moments:
1. Throwing up on the bus in 4th grade
2. Throwing up at my best friends 13th birthday party
3. Professional Bull Riders Competion (Reno, NV)
4. Temper Tantrum at Mammoth Ski Resort (Not pretty, but really funny. In my defense skiing with numb feet is impossible)

L) Four People you would like to meet:
1. My Soul Mate
2. Ani Di Franco
3. Dr. Alfred Kinsey
4. The First Woman President

M) Four things that make you feel like a kid again:
1. Dancing
2. Making that "squeaky" noise with your straw
3. Hanging out with my siblings
4. Camping

N) Four things you would like to do before you expire:
1. Pay off my school loans
2. Buy three houses
3. Live guilt free
4. Be a good person

O) Four personality traits you cannot stand:
1. People who are always the victim
2. Laziness
3. Any centric thinking
4. "I'm right your wrong" type of people

P) Four Personality Traist I admire about people:
1. Honesty
2. Courage: To do the right thing or to change themselves for the better
3. Kindness
4. Their ability to laugh at themselves

Q) Four pets you have had:
1. K.C. (dog)
2. Smugde (cat)
3. Fiore (dog)
4. Mixie (cat)

R) Four Pet Peeves:

1. Spitting
2. People who don't read signage
3. Bad Parenting
4. Messy Closets

S)Four things you look forward to this month (August):
1. Paying off my credit card bills
2. A weekend in Napa
3. Hanging out with my sister
4. Sleeping in and/or doing yoga


I only got to "S", my days of getting to know you/ice breakers are fading. Namaste.

Loopy History

Cleaning out the e-mails and found this one:

Scott,

I sent a mass e-mail to tell everyone this, but you
are special and get a personal e-mail. Hahaha. I
just didn't want you to be out of the loop. I moved
again. To California. Crazy huh? Been here about a
week. It's snowed 20+ inches. Fiore loves it. I love
it too. The job in Dallas wasn't for me. I can't
spend 10-12 hours in a kitchen and work 70 hours a
week. It's just not me.
Let me know what is up in
your side of the country. Take care.

HUGS!
Keem

I feel like I need to justify recent actions, but only to myself. I have two jobs now. I work 80 hours a week now. 40 of them in a kitchen. The only excuse I can come up with is that Dallas is a hole and I was depressed. I feel better about myself, my life and my direction. I'm puzzled really. Something, so unhappy then is reaonable and exciting now. I never would have guessed.

Word of the Day

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

I suscribe to the word of the day on my Yahoo! account. Yes, I am a word geek and proud of it!! I've know all the words of the day for the past seven years. Today I was suprised I had never heard this word, but I think its a great adjective.

The word of the day is:

phlegmatic
definition: (adjective) sluggish and unemotional in temperament.

I like it because it sounds a lot like phlem. Not that I like phlem. But the word itself is very good at describing itself. I'm picturing a nasty cold that is sluggish to leave your nose. A person with a goober green aura (ick). Someone or some thing with a negative cool factor. ie said person walks into room and the cool factor drops to a negative scale. Exapmles include my sisters old roomate and Hitler.

The J1 Polsih guys from work are having a party tonight. I can't wait. I was promised where would be dancing!

1-2, Cha cha cha!

Quoting the Dead

Thursday, June 29, 2006

i have a confession: I have been advoiding my blog. Actively advoiding. My coping mechanism is to intenalize my thought and feelings. I guess I've defaulted. I know the importantce to "venting" to blogland. I just suck at taking care of myself.

In the news, my parents turned fifty. They were insanely young when they had me (a mistake/blessing) at 22. My mom still says condom as a swear word. Divorce is also said as a swear word. Come to think of it, I don't think she's ever said "gay" either.

I threw them a birthday party. A suprise birthday party. I think my stomach deserves an award for the shit I put it through the last couple of months and espically the last week.

First, I lied waaaaayyyy toooo much to the 'rents to pull this thing off. Second, it was wayyyyyyy toooo easy to lie to them. I did make easy on myself, I kept it mostly real with a bit if tweaking here and there.

When you are a kid you think that you can get away with lying, but you suck at it because you are six. When you're an adult however, it's not hard to do, but the guilt, oh, the guilt. I felt really bad for my parents.

I'm sitting in the parking lot at Hobby Lobby, two blocks from my parents house. I'm talking to my dad. I'm supposedly in LA waiting for my plane. I felt like a superhero with three different identities. I don't think I could ever work for the CIA or even be an actress. I have a hard time figuring out who I am on a daily baisis. Playing a part would be no good.

The party went over very well. Both of my parent were suprised. It was exactly how I imagined it.

I'm so glad it's all over, but at the same time....I keep wondering:

What the hell do I do now?

I don't really have anything to stress about. Money is good. Bills are mostly paid. I have a place to sleep and food to eat.

What a long strange trip it's been....

Spring Cleaning

Sunday, June 18, 2006


A couple of updates. Enjoy.

"32 Flavors"

Thursday, March 30, 2006


Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
and I'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you're going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said

both my parents taught me about good will
and I have done well by their names
just the kindness I've lavished on strangers
is more than I can explain
still there's many who've turned out their porch lights
just so I would think they were not home
and hid in the dark of their windows
til I'd passed and left them alone

And god help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a pheonix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying back

I'm not trying to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and I would like to state for the record
I did everything that I could do
I'm not saying that I'm a saint
I just don't want to live that way
no, I will never be a saint
but I will always say

Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
and I'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you might find you're starving
and eating all of the words you said

Better Prospective

Friday, March 24, 2006

I found place. I feel a gillion times better. Everything else will fall into place. I'm pretty sure about that.

Just Remembered

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

It's "Eye Candy" Wedsenday. Ok, that isn't offical, but I need distraction in my stressful state. Internet=Distraction.

My sister and I watched "Pride and Prejudice" the movie. Not the 6 tape A&E version. I have to say I missed him. I missed Colin Firth. So here he is.



I was hoping to find him in a kilt (Check SFH Blog), but then I realized that he's English not Scotish. So here are a couple more:




and click here to see the best ones.

Hmmmm....

I just clicked on the next blog button just for fun. I got a whole lot of fun and porn on juliasloveguide.blospot.com. I'm really not sure what to think: My lucky day or Blogspot Smut?

For the record I'm undecided on the whole porn issue. Good, bad, other? Who knows?

A Little Bit...

...stressed that is. Or, should I say: STRESSED!!!!!

My lovely roomate has infomed me that she wants to live alone. She told me this a week ago. Our lease ends April 1st.

I have a full time job and no money. This could be explained if I had a drug, alcohol, gambling, shoe addicition. I don't. So I now have another job. With the man. Starbucks. Ok, they are still the man, but they have really good benis and they work with my other commitments. I get to arrive at work at 4am and drink all the coffee I want.

I am not a nice person sleep deprived and strung out on caffiene.

My previous employer (cough) forgot to take out for my federal taxes. My 1040EZ is all kinds of messed up from this.

My sister's car broke down. I get to play chauffer in my non existent spare time.

I wish I was in a better mood.

Really I promise I'm a nice person.

Lucky Me

Thursday, March 16, 2006

I have my sister's computer for the evening. I'm supposed to be doing taxes (Blar). Of course, bloggin is much more fun. It hard to stay away. It's been over a month. Blogland I miss you.

I just had an over whelming sense of guilt. I thought about what I wanted to write, but then I thought "That's not nice, you shouldn't say anything."

In defiance of my deep seeded guilt I will say it. There are many other things I haven't done in the past month. Having happy fun naked time, doing the hibbity dibbitty, enjoying naptime, etc. It's actually been more like five months. I broke up with the boyfriend at the end of January. You do the math.

I am at a crossroads here. Do I vent my frustrations of my previous relationship to the deep sea of blog? Who will read this? Will he read this? He can. Should that stop me? Is this helpful behavior or just an attempt to keep holding on? Do I even have a right to say (maybe possibly tarnished) things about my ex eventhough I ended the realtionship?

The problem is I did do the breaking up. It sucked. A LOT. I have not allowed myself the space to really recover. I feel like I should just be able to get over this. Move on the next day, right? It was my choice I should embrace it!!

There was an intensty in our relationship that left an abundance of psychological carnage. For both parties involved. That sucks, too. I know how much that this must of hurt for the other party involved. I have an empathy envelope that is truly inhibiting the recovery process.

Fuck it. My therapist appointment isn't until next week.

The thing is, I left that relationship because I had no identity. I didn't have much going into and I felt more lost than ever in the last months of our realtionship. Could I have stopped it? I didn't even know that it had happened. I'm not sure how or why or when. And the bigger problem is how do I get it back?

Ok that's only partly true. I know how it happened. Part of it was the sex. I can't apologize. The nice girl part of my wants to badly, but I need to leave this behind. I will say nothing more but this: I have a true identiy in my sexuality. I love that part about myself. I like sharing this part of myself with other worthy people. I feel that is the least poisioned and healthiest part of my psyche. I understand that the person you are with has thier issues and own needs. However, when someone does not want to have sex with you yet they are (supposedly) attracted to you feel ugly, unwanted and hideous. I feel hideous, unwanted and unattractive. The one part I felt confident and healthy about I couldn't even express. What little self esteem I had has been dissolved. I had nothing left.

My deepest fear is that I will be called shallow and selfish for this choice. And in my fucked up little world, I guess I would be. I'm trying to change that world thoes rules that I didn't make, but had to obey just to survive. There is no thriving or living in the world I came from. Just pain, survival and getting by.

I can't do that any more I can't. I might not be the nice girl anymore.

Ohio

Thursday, February 09, 2006

I never thought I would be writing a post about Ohio. Why? Well, Ohio is lacking in many many ways. I can count on my hand the number of cool things there are to do in Ohio.

#1 Cedar Point
#2 The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame/Museam
#3 Lake Erie (Minus the Zebra Mussels. Oh, I wouldn't eat anything you catch.)
#4 My Aunt lives there?
#5 Well, I couldn't even come up with five.

It's pretty darn boring and unexciting. People living in Detroit make fun of Ohio. Most of Midwesterns do too. It's sad.

But who do people from Ohio make fun of?* I was blown away when my co-worker born and raised in Ohio (By the way, Detroit was a vacation destination for them growing up.) Laid into, very very passionately: The Amish. Yes, the Amish. She went off on the Amish! I couldn't believe it! The Amish.

Now, I will say she had a point that no culture or sub-culture is a perfect Utopia. We have a view that the Amish have chosen a "better/purer" life. Which may not be the case, but picking on the Amish, just dosen't seem fair. They have a culture that has sustained itself without the all technological hoopla (or most of it).

I'm still a little confused about all this. Ohio and the Amish, I never would have thought.

*This is, of course not based on fact, just recent suprising experience.

Living Single

Thursday, February 02, 2006

I am offically single again. It's public. I broke up with the boyfriend.

I would like to give you the play by play, but the truth is break-ups suck and this one wasn't really any different.

Why? Honeslty, I outgrew the realationship or the realtionship wasn't growing as fast as I needed. "It's not you it's me" guised as another phrase.

I'm much sadder about the whole thing than I thought I would be. Eventhough, I was the breaker.

I'm not glad to break-up with someone, but the timing was right espically since rest of the week has been a blur.

The Mighty Escort died. Stranded on the side of the road. It wasn't worth fixing it. So, I found myself wearing the first time car buyer hat. I would like to flat out (Well, at least in cyber space) tell my father he was wrong, the car I got was a good deal and I even talked the dealer down from the asking price. I went with my intuition and feel good about my decision. Being informed is good, but there is a balance between the brain and the gut.

I am now the proud owner of a 2001 (new to me) Subaru Impreza Outback. I guess I'm in love again!! At least I know the break-up probably won't happen until after I pay it off (ouch).

PS-There needs to be a better phrase than break-up. It sounds like you had a realtionship with a china tea cup, not a person. Dissolved? Clean up? Downsized? Any suggestions?

One Love

Thursday, January 26, 2006

My parents are in town. That means a lot to the peeps out there who have acutally met my parents. Or better yet: Been yelled at by my father or stuffed full of cookies by my mother. The long and short of it.

A couple weeks ago I battled with a week long depression. My remission has been excellent lately, but the holidays brought on some blues. Honestly, I would take a shitty week over the mind numbing years that I've previously experienced.

Depression? Parents? Where is this all going? Today has scientifically proven that my parents make me depressed. I can't escape the bleakness. It's amazing that I've never made this connection before.

Synopsis:
Mom-- She was raised to be the perfect wife and mother. Doting and sacrificing everything for her husband and children. She has no identity. She can't decide what pants to wear.

Dad-- Recovering Acolholic. Starting over career. Template type A personality. Busy but only really distracted. Really, really, really, lucky that his children still talk to him.

Three minutes into the movie it you know nothing good is going to happen. (Thinking of Mystic River, Godfather, Monster?) I grew up in this plot. Sad, sad life where people are strong armed by expectations and obligations. Happiness is a luxury.

Harshly critical? Maybe. But I see it objectivly. It is what it is. I can only change and improve myself. I am truly sad that I see my mother and father as older people in my life, not my parents. Strange and true.

I'm just glad I have an appointment with my therapist tomorrow.

Sunday Bloody Sunday...

Sunday, December 11, 2005

I am in pain. My back/hip area is fucked up. It's the kind of pain that makes you nausea. Looking forward to standing for eight hours straight at work tonight. In a bit of a funk also. Not sure why. It could be the ass numbing pain, but I feel like it's more. The word restless is coming to mind. Hmmm...

BORGASM

Thursday, December 01, 2005

It rained today. It is very exciting. Here rain will become snow and snow in Tahoe equals money. Everyone needs money. Whooohoo Rain!!!

It hasn't rained here in about 4 months. I live in the desert 6500 ft above sea level. Rain makes things green and grow. Everyone likes pretty green trees. Yay Rain!!!

My car broke down. Today. Why today? Because it is fucking raining and colder than Billy Graham at a GLBT mixer. Everyone hates car trouble.

There are certian words that you do NOT want to hear when you are having car trouble. Words like: Brakes, wiper fluid, air pressure, trunk are neutral and register minimal dollar signs in your brain. However words like: transmission, heater coil, radiator and alternator are not good.

I got the "a" word. Yep, my alternator is fucked.

The most ironic part is that this part new plus labor is about as much as I paid for my POS 1988 (and a half) Ford Escort hatchback.

Currently, I am stranded at work with my boyfriend. I'm barely hanging on to my sanity waiting for the inevatable Borgasm.

We Intterupt Your Daily Blog

Friday, November 04, 2005

I am not dead, I have not fallen off the earth. I didn't run away to Bali, Greece, of India. I am alive and mostly well. I promise.

My fater called me this morning. He's called me twice in the past week. I realized that this was bad. He never calls. Ever. I'm glad he's concernced.

Fishy and Gina's phone message have gone from "Hey, what's up..?" to "Where are you... and then something about a police report"

My ex (twice), brother (twice), roomate from college (four times). The list is distressing.

Thank you so much for the love. I'm sorry I haven't been able to talk. Bad cell phone reception, evening work schedule and a resurgance of my depression have contributed to a "Don't want to do anything" mind set.

I'll hopefully be getting a computer in a week or so. And I now have a desk to put it on. I guess I've gotten used to moving that a I'm at a lost in my new (improved) stationary life.

 
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