It's a blustery day and I'm in love with so many things:
Fall colors
HRC bumper stickers
Neck ties
Vancouver, British Columbia
Phone chargers
Instant coffee
Craig's List
Trick-or-treating
Rain boots
Oh, and the U2 concert was pretty rockin'.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Say Wha?
"I filled it REALLY high so that when I finish, I have EXTRA chocolate milk."
Jason just poured chocolate milk on his Apple Jacks cereal. I told him it was a bad idea, but he was pretty determined. And nobody stops Jason when he's determined.
He never ceases to amaze me (or make me laugh).
Jason just poured chocolate milk on his Apple Jacks cereal. I told him it was a bad idea, but he was pretty determined. And nobody stops Jason when he's determined.
He never ceases to amaze me (or make me laugh).
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Warm and Fuzzy.
You know, I just got a happy feeling and I thought I'd blog about it considering that most of my posts in the past few months have been a testimony to the roller coaster ride of my unemployment. Right here and right now, I am feeling supported and loved. I have people looking out for me! I have friends concerned about my employment status and my well-being. I have a family that only wants the best for me.
It's a good day. The sidewalk says so.
Monday, October 26, 2009
I'm Gonna Have A Really Clean House When I Grow Up
And that's the truth.
My roommate ate all of my candy. So even though it's late and I've applied for 6 jobs tonight (it's Sunday, mind you) and I realllllllllly want Milk Duds, there is no way I'm going to be able to eat them because they are gone. Finished. Deceased. Digested.
And I spilled water alllllllll over the kitchen tonight.
It's been dandy!
I am ready for....SOMETHING. But apparently, the universe would rather that I rot in my old apartment with no money, no friends, and no motivation. I suppose this means I need to learn...SOMETHING. As my friend Annie B would say, "Gah." Or "Gah!"
That's exactly how I feel.
OH, and STOP PITYING ME! I don't have a goddamned job and suddenly, it's like everyone has a carte blanche to feel sorry for me, here. I don't want your stinkin' sorrow. I don't want you to say in your little fairy voice, "Oh Kelly, it will get better....I promise!!" And then all the butterflies and puppies and rainbows came out to play and EVERYTHING was better.
NO! I just want a little acknowledgment that times are shitty and this sucks and I'm doing stuff and that's it. I just want a back rub and someone to sit with me while I endure the "bad economy." Wanna know how many times I've heard that for the reason I don't have a job? Enough times that I'd have 12 MILLION jobs for each uttering of the phrase.
Don't test me. I'm not in the mood.
My roommate ate all of my candy. So even though it's late and I've applied for 6 jobs tonight (it's Sunday, mind you) and I realllllllllly want Milk Duds, there is no way I'm going to be able to eat them because they are gone. Finished. Deceased. Digested.
And I spilled water alllllllll over the kitchen tonight.
It's been dandy!
I am ready for....SOMETHING. But apparently, the universe would rather that I rot in my old apartment with no money, no friends, and no motivation. I suppose this means I need to learn...SOMETHING. As my friend Annie B would say, "Gah." Or "Gah!"
That's exactly how I feel.
OH, and STOP PITYING ME! I don't have a goddamned job and suddenly, it's like everyone has a carte blanche to feel sorry for me, here. I don't want your stinkin' sorrow. I don't want you to say in your little fairy voice, "Oh Kelly, it will get better....I promise!!" And then all the butterflies and puppies and rainbows came out to play and EVERYTHING was better.
THE END.
NO! I just want a little acknowledgment that times are shitty and this sucks and I'm doing stuff and that's it. I just want a back rub and someone to sit with me while I endure the "bad economy." Wanna know how many times I've heard that for the reason I don't have a job? Enough times that I'd have 12 MILLION jobs for each uttering of the phrase.
Don't test me. I'm not in the mood.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Funny You Should Joke About Toilet Water...
I got up early on Sunday morning to walk Greenlake with a friend of mine. Jason and I had tickets to the Seahawks game, so I figured I'd be back in time for a fast shower and we could be ready to go pretty quickly thereafter. After a lovely trot around the lake, I was refreshed and renewed for the day. I arrived at my apartment, opened the door, and immediately heard "KELLY? KELLY?" in a muffled voice coming from the bathroom. I put my stuff down on the table and made my way to the noises. As I opened the door, I could barely hold back a laugh as I realized that Jason, completely in the nude, was standing over the toilet and gripping onto something in the tank while dirty toilet water covered the floor of the bathroom.
"I've been standing here for 15 minutes," he cried. I was practically hysterical...but I was smart enough not to let it show. He was pretty traumatized. I let the tank fill back up (he was holding onto the tube which fills the toilet tank, scared to let it go in fear that it would continue to flood the bathroom) and took all of the towels off of their respective racks to sop up the floor. It took 7 towels to wipe up the mess as well as 3 hand towels, some random paper towels, and the bathroom rugs to boot.
Luckily, my roommate was doing her laundry later in the day.
"I've been standing here for 15 minutes," he cried. I was practically hysterical...but I was smart enough not to let it show. He was pretty traumatized. I let the tank fill back up (he was holding onto the tube which fills the toilet tank, scared to let it go in fear that it would continue to flood the bathroom) and took all of the towels off of their respective racks to sop up the floor. It took 7 towels to wipe up the mess as well as 3 hand towels, some random paper towels, and the bathroom rugs to boot.
Luckily, my roommate was doing her laundry later in the day.
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