When I was sixteen years old, I lost my father. I didn’t really understand that I had lost him until I was a few years older. In retrospect, I really might have lost him when I hit puberty.
When my parents got divorced, my dad stopped being my “dad,” and for a while he was a “father.” Yet, slowly, he dissolved into an estranged distant relative; the type of person you would only see during the holidays, or the odd third cousin you weren’t actually related to, but had to carry on an awkward conversation with for the sake of your grandmother.
What I lost in my father wasn’t so much him specifically, but instead it was the marred image of everything that I remembered of him - every memory he had been in - and everything that he will be absent from.
Memories of growing up… We would never fish again together and discuss the finer points of the Sunday morning comics. We will never wakeup early together, listening to smooth jazz on KSBR, while drinking coffee with too much cream. No longer does he take me garage-saling or camping or hiking. I will never again hear him call me “Poogie” from the sidelines of a soccer field.
Firsts he has already missed in my life: my first love, my first pet, my first big move, my first college degree, my first trip to Vegas, my first cigar, my first drive in the snow.
Worst of all are the milestones he has yet to miss, but will; memories we will never make. He will not be asked for my hand in marriage. He will not be there for my father-daughter dance or to walk me down the isle. He will not be there for the births of my children. He will miss me buying my first home. He will not see me receive my Bachelor’s degree.
I lost my father. Last I knew, he was living in Tennessee. I tried so hard to reach out to the man that called me “Poogie,” the man who was supposed to hold my hand and protect me from the world, the man I loved as “Dad,” respected as a “father,” and introduced as “Dave.” But, he broke my heart when I was twenty.
I wrote him a letter; gushing my heart out, I tried to invite him into my life with my words. I told him about work and school, about my love life, and about my first time moving into an apartment with friends. I was reaching out for that man I had once known.
My “father,” that strange man, used my handwritten letter as court evidence. He used my own words as proof that he was no longer legally responsible for my health insurance. He relegated our relationship to a financial burden. My health and finances were none of his concern.
Somewhere, I had lost his love. I had lost my father by his own choice and actions. I finally gave up. I lost an irreplaceable love.
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Geriatric Delights
"Tacky Treats" revised into a different story!
Geriatric Delights
Well, I was thinking about the party Cheryl hosted last Tuesday. I had a ball, of course. I mean who doesn’t love pudding and pinnacle?
And I know you enjoyed yourself; I don’t think I saw you without a cup of Jell-O in hand.
But, that brings me back to what I was wondering.
Why is it that a great-grandmother can afford to supply that much prune juice, and yet feel the need to steal a walker? What? You didn’t know?
Well, I loved the sugar-free candies she served. Sweet Delights are a Wonder Walker promotional item. I had tried them before, but I now have dentures and am grateful for their hard candy line. My dentures and I wanted more information about the walker candies.
Cheryl brushed me away. I didn’t think much of it since she was trying to host a party and get a pinnacle contest going. But, boredom killed the old lady – and I was a borderline boarded bitty.
So, I asked her suitemate if she knew anything about them. Cheryl is not a homemaker. Piper was the one who prepared the Sweet Delights, so she still had the receipts with the walker’s assembly instructions.
That’s when I saw “Larry” written in blue crayon on the receipts. I asked Piper who Larry was, but she didn’t know anything about it. She just said Cheryl brought it all in from her knitting circle.
Ooo… Ambiguous sweets! I know. Thrilling, right? But, I have to admit. I was curious about this Larry fella.
Did you every meet Cheryl’s gay friend? The one with the speech problem that moved in with her friend Ginny? The same Ginny that knits in Cheryl’s group?
Did you meet Ginny? She was the granny in the puce.
I chatted a bit with her to see if Cheryl was back in contact with Larry or something. I’d heard about some of the arguments between Cheryl and Larry. (And I can’t believe she got Ginny to take that bonehead in as a suitemate.)
I was curious if we were eating Larry’s candies. Hmm... Larry’s walker…?
But as it turns out, I was wrong.
“Larry” in the blue crayon is actually one of the male knitters from their group. And when Ginny heard that we were all eating his candies, she started laughing.
Apparently one of the other men in their group signed-off on Larry’s Wonder Walker forms without his knowing. So, when the walker was delivered, Larry paid for it and acted like he knew all about it – Even though the whole group was in on it.
Senility must go a long way in those social groups.
Anyways, Larry left the walker in their meeting room and forgot all about it and the candies.
I’m not sure what persuaded Cheryl to steal them, or whether or not she’ll get caught, but we were all eating Larry’s candies on Tuesday.
How silly is that?! Wonder Walker’s Sweet Delights courtesy of senile Larry.
But what do you expect from a lady with tea cozies from Wal-Mart?
Geriatric Delights
Well, I was thinking about the party Cheryl hosted last Tuesday. I had a ball, of course. I mean who doesn’t love pudding and pinnacle?
And I know you enjoyed yourself; I don’t think I saw you without a cup of Jell-O in hand.
But, that brings me back to what I was wondering.
Why is it that a great-grandmother can afford to supply that much prune juice, and yet feel the need to steal a walker? What? You didn’t know?
Well, I loved the sugar-free candies she served. Sweet Delights are a Wonder Walker promotional item. I had tried them before, but I now have dentures and am grateful for their hard candy line. My dentures and I wanted more information about the walker candies.
Cheryl brushed me away. I didn’t think much of it since she was trying to host a party and get a pinnacle contest going. But, boredom killed the old lady – and I was a borderline boarded bitty.
So, I asked her suitemate if she knew anything about them. Cheryl is not a homemaker. Piper was the one who prepared the Sweet Delights, so she still had the receipts with the walker’s assembly instructions.
That’s when I saw “Larry” written in blue crayon on the receipts. I asked Piper who Larry was, but she didn’t know anything about it. She just said Cheryl brought it all in from her knitting circle.
Ooo… Ambiguous sweets! I know. Thrilling, right? But, I have to admit. I was curious about this Larry fella.
Did you every meet Cheryl’s gay friend? The one with the speech problem that moved in with her friend Ginny? The same Ginny that knits in Cheryl’s group?
Did you meet Ginny? She was the granny in the puce.
I chatted a bit with her to see if Cheryl was back in contact with Larry or something. I’d heard about some of the arguments between Cheryl and Larry. (And I can’t believe she got Ginny to take that bonehead in as a suitemate.)
I was curious if we were eating Larry’s candies. Hmm... Larry’s walker…?
But as it turns out, I was wrong.
“Larry” in the blue crayon is actually one of the male knitters from their group. And when Ginny heard that we were all eating his candies, she started laughing.
Apparently one of the other men in their group signed-off on Larry’s Wonder Walker forms without his knowing. So, when the walker was delivered, Larry paid for it and acted like he knew all about it – Even though the whole group was in on it.
Senility must go a long way in those social groups.
Anyways, Larry left the walker in their meeting room and forgot all about it and the candies.
I’m not sure what persuaded Cheryl to steal them, or whether or not she’ll get caught, but we were all eating Larry’s candies on Tuesday.
How silly is that?! Wonder Walker’s Sweet Delights courtesy of senile Larry.
But what do you expect from a lady with tea cozies from Wal-Mart?
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Dow Rode
Meandering your way along mist soaked dirt trails; the heady smell of wet cinnamon and eucalyptus clouds your mind. Within five minutes of exiting your car, you are transported to a world unmarred by man. It’s like you are in another place and time… Ferns shadow lichen encrusted rocks and outcroppings. Trees that speak in tongues long forgotten stretch into the mist above. In the distance you can hear the tap-tap-tapping of a woodpecker looking for its next meal. Dogwood trees add splashes of white and pink amongst the green foliage. Gliding along the trail of your choosing, you glimpse a hint of mankind: a cement tunnel is in your path. Although you know Mother Nature never intended this passage, she has nevertheless decorated the path with her beauty. Pushing aside a spindle of honeysuckle, you make your way though the tunnel…
Magically, you’re no longer in the forest, but on a sea bluff! The smell of the salt air mingles with the sagebrush. You now begin to wonder if that woodpecker you heard was instead an otter working away at an abalone shell. A wooden rail (borrowed directly from the forest) is all that separates you from the ocean. Gazing out, time freezes; there is a gorgeous deep blue lagoon below you. A waterfall is cascading from the edge of the costal forest onto the untouched white sands of the lagoon’s beach. There are no words for the beauty you have discovered…
To the right is a rocky outcropping, just begging to be climbed. You oblige and find the perfect perch to sit, absorb, wonder, and relax in the splendor before you. It is midmorning, and the sun is just beginning to pierce through the marine layer. A beam of warmth falls upon your back, and you feel as if God and Mother Nature as one have invited you to stay as long as you wish. You feel at peace.
Then, all of a sudden, you hear laughter and running feet. Two young boys spring out of the tunnel. The wooden railing becomes a jungle gym as the boys’ parents step up behind them. Muffled awe drifts up to your ears from the adults. Meanwhile, the boys have begun to dig their initials into the fence with their Cub Scout survival tools. The husband and wife share a tender glance, and then shuffle their brood further down the trail.
The momentary lapse into reality reminds you of other trails and paths yet to be personally discovered by yours truly. But, before you clamber back down to the path, you take a mental picture – a postcard for your memories. Then slowly wander back to your car, whistling a song you don’t know the words to.
Magically, you’re no longer in the forest, but on a sea bluff! The smell of the salt air mingles with the sagebrush. You now begin to wonder if that woodpecker you heard was instead an otter working away at an abalone shell. A wooden rail (borrowed directly from the forest) is all that separates you from the ocean. Gazing out, time freezes; there is a gorgeous deep blue lagoon below you. A waterfall is cascading from the edge of the costal forest onto the untouched white sands of the lagoon’s beach. There are no words for the beauty you have discovered…
To the right is a rocky outcropping, just begging to be climbed. You oblige and find the perfect perch to sit, absorb, wonder, and relax in the splendor before you. It is midmorning, and the sun is just beginning to pierce through the marine layer. A beam of warmth falls upon your back, and you feel as if God and Mother Nature as one have invited you to stay as long as you wish. You feel at peace.
Then, all of a sudden, you hear laughter and running feet. Two young boys spring out of the tunnel. The wooden railing becomes a jungle gym as the boys’ parents step up behind them. Muffled awe drifts up to your ears from the adults. Meanwhile, the boys have begun to dig their initials into the fence with their Cub Scout survival tools. The husband and wife share a tender glance, and then shuffle their brood further down the trail.
The momentary lapse into reality reminds you of other trails and paths yet to be personally discovered by yours truly. But, before you clamber back down to the path, you take a mental picture – a postcard for your memories. Then slowly wander back to your car, whistling a song you don’t know the words to.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tacky Treats
So, the second assignment for my creative writing class was to pretend that I was one neighbor talking to another about what I knew about that Laura chick and her pastry theft. So, here goes it!
"Tacky Treats"
Well, I was actually thinking about the brunch Laura hosted last weekend. I had an absolute blast, of course. I mean who doesn’t love breakfast burritos and board games?
And I certainly know you enjoyed yourself; I don’t think I once saw you without a mimosa in hand.
But, that brings me back to what I was wondering.
Why is it that a woman can afford to supply that much champagne, and yet feel the need to steal a dessert?
What? You didn’t know?
Well, I absolutely loved the pastries she served. Apparently Butter Braids are a well-known school fundraiser item. I’d never heard of them before, and I have the feeling my thighs are grateful for that. But, my sweet tooth and I wanted more information about them.
Laura sort of just brushed me off. I didn’t think much of it since she was trying to host a brunch and get some games going. But, curiosity killed that cat – and I was a hungry kitty.
So, I asked her roommate if she knew anything about them.
Apparently Laura is not much of a baker. Nancy was the one who actually prepared the Butter Braids, so she still had the wrappers with the baking instructions out.
That’s when I saw “Tom” written in red Sharpie on the wrappers. I asked Nancy who Tom was, but she didn’t know anything about it. She just said Laura brought them in from her office.
Ooo… Mystery pastries! I know. Exciting, right? But, I have to admit. I was now curious about this Tom fellow.
Did you every meet Laura’s ex-boyfriend? The one with the gambling problem that moved in with her friend Heather? The same Heather that works in Laura’s office?
Did you meet Heather? She was the little artsy gal in the purple.
I chatted a bit with her to see if Laura was back in contact with Tom or something. I’d heard about some of the drama between Laura and Tom. (And I can’t believe she got Heather to take that bastard in as a roommate.)
So now I was curious if we were eating relationally tainted desserts. Ew. Tom pastry…
But as it turns out, I was completely wrong.
“Tom” in the red Sharpie is actually one of the Vice Presidents from their office. And when Heather heard that we were all eating his Butter Braids, she started laughing hysterically.
Apparently one of the other brokers in their office signed Tom up on a fundraiser form without his knowledge. So, when it came time to collect the money, Tom paid for them and acted like he knew all about it – Even though the whole office was in on it.
Chutzpa must go a long way in brokerage.
Anyways, Tom left the pastries in their office freezer and forgot all about them.
I’m not sure what persuaded Laura to steal them, or whether or not she’ll get caught, but we were all eating “hot” pastries, so to speak.
How tacky is that?! Stolen dessert.
But what do you expect from a lady with lawn flamingos?
"Tacky Treats"
Well, I was actually thinking about the brunch Laura hosted last weekend. I had an absolute blast, of course. I mean who doesn’t love breakfast burritos and board games?
And I certainly know you enjoyed yourself; I don’t think I once saw you without a mimosa in hand.
But, that brings me back to what I was wondering.
Why is it that a woman can afford to supply that much champagne, and yet feel the need to steal a dessert?
What? You didn’t know?
Well, I absolutely loved the pastries she served. Apparently Butter Braids are a well-known school fundraiser item. I’d never heard of them before, and I have the feeling my thighs are grateful for that. But, my sweet tooth and I wanted more information about them.
Laura sort of just brushed me off. I didn’t think much of it since she was trying to host a brunch and get some games going. But, curiosity killed that cat – and I was a hungry kitty.
So, I asked her roommate if she knew anything about them.
Apparently Laura is not much of a baker. Nancy was the one who actually prepared the Butter Braids, so she still had the wrappers with the baking instructions out.
That’s when I saw “Tom” written in red Sharpie on the wrappers. I asked Nancy who Tom was, but she didn’t know anything about it. She just said Laura brought them in from her office.
Ooo… Mystery pastries! I know. Exciting, right? But, I have to admit. I was now curious about this Tom fellow.
Did you every meet Laura’s ex-boyfriend? The one with the gambling problem that moved in with her friend Heather? The same Heather that works in Laura’s office?
Did you meet Heather? She was the little artsy gal in the purple.
I chatted a bit with her to see if Laura was back in contact with Tom or something. I’d heard about some of the drama between Laura and Tom. (And I can’t believe she got Heather to take that bastard in as a roommate.)
So now I was curious if we were eating relationally tainted desserts. Ew. Tom pastry…
But as it turns out, I was completely wrong.
“Tom” in the red Sharpie is actually one of the Vice Presidents from their office. And when Heather heard that we were all eating his Butter Braids, she started laughing hysterically.
Apparently one of the other brokers in their office signed Tom up on a fundraiser form without his knowledge. So, when it came time to collect the money, Tom paid for them and acted like he knew all about it – Even though the whole office was in on it.
Chutzpa must go a long way in brokerage.
Anyways, Tom left the pastries in their office freezer and forgot all about them.
I’m not sure what persuaded Laura to steal them, or whether or not she’ll get caught, but we were all eating “hot” pastries, so to speak.
How tacky is that?! Stolen dessert.
But what do you expect from a lady with lawn flamingos?
Monday, January 24, 2011
Creative Writing!
This is my first entry for my Creative Writing class!
Sinful Sweets 1/24/2011 9:34 AM (Laura Latterman)
On Saturday, I stole a pastry. No, I take that back. I stole two pastries. Now, this is not like a morning cartoon show where the rascally rabbit steals a cooling pie from the window sill. Instead, this was me liberating two frozen and forgotten Butter Braid pastries out of the freezer at work. I would love to say I cooked them and gave them to a homeless man, but I really just served them to my friends for Sunday Brunch.
One of the brokers in my office played a prank on a fellow broker by signing him up on a coworker’s school fundraiser form for Butter Braids. So, when time came to pay for the pastries, the prankee was caught completely off guard, but paid for them anyways. But, since he was not expecting the pastries in the first place, they then sat in the freezer at work for six months.
My theory is that I was really doing him a favor. His forgotten sweets were taking up room in the freezer with no hope of rescue from permafrost. And, if by chance, someone were to have reminded him about the Butter Braids, then he’d sorely remember being the butt of the prankster’s joke, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth instead of the sweetness of pastry.
All that being said, I know that it was technically wrong to take and enjoy that which was not mine, yet I feel no remorse in savoring and sharing those tasty morsels of pastry goodness with my friends. As the saying goes: waste not, want not. The pastry was going to waste, and I wanted it.
Sinful Sweets 1/24/2011 9:34 AM (Laura Latterman)
On Saturday, I stole a pastry. No, I take that back. I stole two pastries. Now, this is not like a morning cartoon show where the rascally rabbit steals a cooling pie from the window sill. Instead, this was me liberating two frozen and forgotten Butter Braid pastries out of the freezer at work. I would love to say I cooked them and gave them to a homeless man, but I really just served them to my friends for Sunday Brunch.
One of the brokers in my office played a prank on a fellow broker by signing him up on a coworker’s school fundraiser form for Butter Braids. So, when time came to pay for the pastries, the prankee was caught completely off guard, but paid for them anyways. But, since he was not expecting the pastries in the first place, they then sat in the freezer at work for six months.
My theory is that I was really doing him a favor. His forgotten sweets were taking up room in the freezer with no hope of rescue from permafrost. And, if by chance, someone were to have reminded him about the Butter Braids, then he’d sorely remember being the butt of the prankster’s joke, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth instead of the sweetness of pastry.
All that being said, I know that it was technically wrong to take and enjoy that which was not mine, yet I feel no remorse in savoring and sharing those tasty morsels of pastry goodness with my friends. As the saying goes: waste not, want not. The pastry was going to waste, and I wanted it.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Snow!
That's right boys and girls! It's finally snowing in Denver. And it's gross and wet and blowing sideways. I'm so excited. We got our first snow on Nov. 12th, but it's snowing again today.
Last week I just had a crud of a time. I was having trouble at work, stressing about school, adjusting to the weather changing, dealing with people's moods, etc... I seriously wanted a do-over. Instead, I found ways to cheer myself up.
Day 92
11-11-2010
Do Not Shave
Honestly, this was incredibly easy to accomplish, seeing as how I don't shave everyday...
Day 93
11-12-2010
Get a Hobby
I took up jewelry crafting. I made some bottlecap charms, decorated a few lockets, and decorated the back of a necklace. I had a lot of fun doing it too. They turned out super cute. I'll have to take pics. Two of the lockets were little bibles that I decorated for Tim and Danielle. :0)
Day 94
11-13-2010
Bullshit Day
I emailed out sick from my exam. I actually felt sick to my stomach and was in the most foul mood on the face of the planet, but still... I feel guilty. Which made me feel more ill. I was in bed until 12noon that day with my cats.
Day 95
11-14-2010
Buy a Newspaper and Only Read the Ads
Well, I get the paper, so it's a little like cheating... But, whereas some days I actually read through the paper to find out what's interesting, this Sunday I just took out the ads and tossed the rest of the paper.
Day 96
11-15-2010
Ego Control Day: It's not all about you!
Nancy had a bad day at work... So, I took her out to cheer her up. She couldn't decide if she wanted a burger or pasta for dinner, so we went to Chile's and split both. Then we swung by the Robusto Room to say hi to Jason and I bought us a round of Lemon Drop shots. Then we went and got her Cheesecake and headed home to watch Castle. Thankfully, I enjoyed everything that I did with her, even if it wasn't "my" day. :0)
Last week I just had a crud of a time. I was having trouble at work, stressing about school, adjusting to the weather changing, dealing with people's moods, etc... I seriously wanted a do-over. Instead, I found ways to cheer myself up.
Day 92
11-11-2010
Do Not Shave
Honestly, this was incredibly easy to accomplish, seeing as how I don't shave everyday...
Day 93
11-12-2010
Get a Hobby
I took up jewelry crafting. I made some bottlecap charms, decorated a few lockets, and decorated the back of a necklace. I had a lot of fun doing it too. They turned out super cute. I'll have to take pics. Two of the lockets were little bibles that I decorated for Tim and Danielle. :0)
Day 94
11-13-2010
Bullshit Day
I emailed out sick from my exam. I actually felt sick to my stomach and was in the most foul mood on the face of the planet, but still... I feel guilty. Which made me feel more ill. I was in bed until 12noon that day with my cats.
Day 95
11-14-2010
Buy a Newspaper and Only Read the Ads
Well, I get the paper, so it's a little like cheating... But, whereas some days I actually read through the paper to find out what's interesting, this Sunday I just took out the ads and tossed the rest of the paper.
Day 96
11-15-2010
Ego Control Day: It's not all about you!
Nancy had a bad day at work... So, I took her out to cheer her up. She couldn't decide if she wanted a burger or pasta for dinner, so we went to Chile's and split both. Then we swung by the Robusto Room to say hi to Jason and I bought us a round of Lemon Drop shots. Then we went and got her Cheesecake and headed home to watch Castle. Thankfully, I enjoyed everything that I did with her, even if it wasn't "my" day. :0)
Monday, September 27, 2010
Goldfish!
Day 45
09-24-2010
"Primal Scream"
After work, I went and cleaned my old apartment. I vacuumed, dusted, swept, scrubbed and mopped. All in an effort to be over and done with the place and to get my full deposit back. Once I was finally done, I hopped in my car, all gross and sweaty, and got on the highway. I went to grab my chapstick from my makeup bag only to come back with bright red fingers. One of my lipsticks had the cap fall off and I had lipstick (bright obnoxious red) EVERWHERE. I then put on my flashers, pulled over to the side of the highway, and SCREAMED bloody frickin Mary until my head hurt a little. Then, I calmly wiped off my fingers, closed the tainted makeup bag, and headed back on my way. I felt better after that.
Day 46
09-25-2010
"Go on Strike"
Which I happily accomplished by skipping school. That's right. I played hooky. Why? Because I really wanted more sleep, and I felt that my mental well-being was more important than the educational institution. Besides, every single day I resent how expensive it is to go to school and yet how much I dread it. Why the hell should I have to pay for (or in my case take out student loans to eventually pay for) something I don't even enjoy. There should be programs out there for BA via Work Equivalency and by passing an exam. Like when working high school students drop out and get their GED. I deserve a GBA in Administrative Assistance. Okay, so, now that I feel guilty for skipping a day of school, I'll get off my soapbox and chill out.
Day 47
09-26-2010
Today I was to count my blessings. According to Benrik's sliding-scale, I counted 78. Apparently, I am quite blessed. Which makes me laugh to say aloud, because I usually say that I'm "quite blessed" in regards to the girls if ya know what I mean. ;0)
Day 48
09-27-2010
"Downsizing Day: Today fire someone from your entourage."
I turned in my keys for my apartment at One Dartmouth Place. I told them how happy I was to have them out of my life. I feel so much better now. Now I get to wait a month to call and check on my deposit. I should be getting $200 back between my move-in deposit and my pet deposit. Those mfers better pay up!!!
~ Laura
09-24-2010
"Primal Scream"
After work, I went and cleaned my old apartment. I vacuumed, dusted, swept, scrubbed and mopped. All in an effort to be over and done with the place and to get my full deposit back. Once I was finally done, I hopped in my car, all gross and sweaty, and got on the highway. I went to grab my chapstick from my makeup bag only to come back with bright red fingers. One of my lipsticks had the cap fall off and I had lipstick (bright obnoxious red) EVERWHERE. I then put on my flashers, pulled over to the side of the highway, and SCREAMED bloody frickin Mary until my head hurt a little. Then, I calmly wiped off my fingers, closed the tainted makeup bag, and headed back on my way. I felt better after that.
Day 46
09-25-2010
"Go on Strike"
Which I happily accomplished by skipping school. That's right. I played hooky. Why? Because I really wanted more sleep, and I felt that my mental well-being was more important than the educational institution. Besides, every single day I resent how expensive it is to go to school and yet how much I dread it. Why the hell should I have to pay for (or in my case take out student loans to eventually pay for) something I don't even enjoy. There should be programs out there for BA via Work Equivalency and by passing an exam. Like when working high school students drop out and get their GED. I deserve a GBA in Administrative Assistance. Okay, so, now that I feel guilty for skipping a day of school, I'll get off my soapbox and chill out.
Day 47
09-26-2010
Today I was to count my blessings. According to Benrik's sliding-scale, I counted 78. Apparently, I am quite blessed. Which makes me laugh to say aloud, because I usually say that I'm "quite blessed" in regards to the girls if ya know what I mean. ;0)
Day 48
09-27-2010
"Downsizing Day: Today fire someone from your entourage."
I turned in my keys for my apartment at One Dartmouth Place. I told them how happy I was to have them out of my life. I feel so much better now. Now I get to wait a month to call and check on my deposit. I should be getting $200 back between my move-in deposit and my pet deposit. Those mfers better pay up!!!
~ Laura
Monday, September 20, 2010
Mega Blog Part 6
Day 37
09-16-2010
"Today, Eat and Run"
I'm morally opposed to a dine'n'dash scenario. I'm trying to figure out how to go about this without being penalized at all. The problem with eating and running, is that whatever you ordered comes out of the tips of your server. So, was thinking maybe sit down somewhere and order a cup of coffee, then once it's arrived, ask where the restroom is, and then surreptitiously leave. And, whilst I might be able to concider how to accomplish it, I still just don't feel okay doing it. :0(
Day 38
09-17-2010
"Defy Superstitions"
Well, I walked under the tallest wooden ladder I've ever seen indoors at work. The Victor, the building engineer, was changing lightbulbs and that ladder just did not look sturdy. But, just to goof with him and Larry, the security gaurd, I walked under it. Other superstitions mentioned in the book include whistling inside the house and placing your keys on the table. I've never heard those two, but I'm pretty sure I do them every day. Also, I own a mostly black cat. ;0)
Day 39
09-18-2010
"Everyone has a favorite dinosaur"
Saturday my geology class had a field trip to Dinosaur Ridge, Red Rocks, and Triceratops Trail at Fossil Trace. I saw dino foot prints, petrified bones, palm frond imprints, raindrop indentations, and a ton of sunshine. I got some great pics! I'm still a fan of the Brontosaurus, though.
Day 40
09-19-2010
"Measure your bicep"
My right arm measures at 13.5", and I can say that a good majority of that is actually muscle. Woo-hoo! Benrick thinks I'm average. Meh.
Day 41
09-20-2010
"Today Walk Barefoot in the Grass"
So, I ended up at Kate's Wine Bar in Old Town Littleton after work. I didn't want to go home yet, and I just really wanted to have a glass of wine. Jason called and ended up meeting me up there. It was a nice way to finish up the work day. I went home and was domestic for a while, and just before hopping in the shower, I went down the stairs off the back deck and stood in the grass. I couldn't stay out for too long. We'd been having thunder storms and I didn't feel like getting struck by lightening. In fact, while at the wine bar, there was a lightning strike that must have been ridiculously close because it sounded like a cannon. It scared the entire restaurant! Anywho, I managed to go to bed early, finally, and got a wonderful nights' sleep.
~ Laura
09-16-2010
"Today, Eat and Run"
I'm morally opposed to a dine'n'dash scenario. I'm trying to figure out how to go about this without being penalized at all. The problem with eating and running, is that whatever you ordered comes out of the tips of your server. So, was thinking maybe sit down somewhere and order a cup of coffee, then once it's arrived, ask where the restroom is, and then surreptitiously leave. And, whilst I might be able to concider how to accomplish it, I still just don't feel okay doing it. :0(
Day 38
09-17-2010
"Defy Superstitions"
Well, I walked under the tallest wooden ladder I've ever seen indoors at work. The Victor, the building engineer, was changing lightbulbs and that ladder just did not look sturdy. But, just to goof with him and Larry, the security gaurd, I walked under it. Other superstitions mentioned in the book include whistling inside the house and placing your keys on the table. I've never heard those two, but I'm pretty sure I do them every day. Also, I own a mostly black cat. ;0)
Day 39
09-18-2010
"Everyone has a favorite dinosaur"
Saturday my geology class had a field trip to Dinosaur Ridge, Red Rocks, and Triceratops Trail at Fossil Trace. I saw dino foot prints, petrified bones, palm frond imprints, raindrop indentations, and a ton of sunshine. I got some great pics! I'm still a fan of the Brontosaurus, though.
Day 40
09-19-2010
"Measure your bicep"
My right arm measures at 13.5", and I can say that a good majority of that is actually muscle. Woo-hoo! Benrick thinks I'm average. Meh.
Day 41
09-20-2010
"Today Walk Barefoot in the Grass"
So, I ended up at Kate's Wine Bar in Old Town Littleton after work. I didn't want to go home yet, and I just really wanted to have a glass of wine. Jason called and ended up meeting me up there. It was a nice way to finish up the work day. I went home and was domestic for a while, and just before hopping in the shower, I went down the stairs off the back deck and stood in the grass. I couldn't stay out for too long. We'd been having thunder storms and I didn't feel like getting struck by lightening. In fact, while at the wine bar, there was a lightning strike that must have been ridiculously close because it sounded like a cannon. It scared the entire restaurant! Anywho, I managed to go to bed early, finally, and got a wonderful nights' sleep.
~ Laura
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)