Saturday, March 21, 2009
For the birds
KT,
I have met you on a few occasions, but I just read your blog and realized that we have a lot in common.
1) Your post on who would play with you in a movie-Lauren Graham. The "monkey monkey underpants" clip is uncannily similar to my stream of consciousness existence. Also, I love the Gilmore Girls.
2) You can be a science teacher now and I want to someday.
3) We both love food and talk about it too much.
4) I think I grew up next door to the "burnin up" kid.
5) I didn't think Mandy Patinkin was loved by others my age.
My question to you...
Who is your best friend and what is the best memory that you have with them?
Friday, March 20, 2009
bloggity blog blog
Do you ever get a word stuck in your head? I never did until a girl I went to high school with told me that she gets the word "parenthetical" in her head. Now, I get the word parenthetical in my head.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
My first place
I lived away from home in college. Freshman year I had a girl living with me 1st semester and we were best friends, but she moved out. I got a new roommate 2nd semester but she was in a car accident so the only part of the room that she occupied was a small portion of the closet. (She was out for the semester healing and I only wore her clothes on a rare occasion). Sophomore year, a friend and I decided to live together but the fine folks at UB told us that the only room available for us to share was a quad so we lived with 2 other girls. One was pledging a sorority and she took it very seriously that she couldn't talk to us, even in the room alone. One listened to that Uncle Cracker song over and over and over. I fought with the girl I was friends with halfway through the year so we stopped talking. Junior and senior year I lived in on campus appartments with my own room and some roommates I liked and some I didn't.
The first place I had that I could call home after moving out of my Mom's house was a small one bedroom apartment on Richmond ave in Buffalo. I didn't like the teeny tiny kitchen, but aside from that it was good. Sure, there were centipedes EVERYWHERE and my upstairs neighbor threatened to call the cops anytime I had someone over. The steam heat whistled all night long in the winter and the door to the building wouldn't close in the summer. The fridge made all of my food taste and smell like freon and my bedroom ceiling collapsed on my bed (the only new piece of furnature I bought when I moved in), but the place was great.
I was in walking distance of any place I needed to go. Sunday mornings I would walk to the Lexington co-op (the real one, the one that was on Lexington) and buy a newspaper and milk in a glass bottle that I would return the next week. In the spring I would go for jogs all around the neighborhood to get in shape and look at the houses. In summer I would have given up on the running, but I would still go for walks and look at houses. I had no control of the heat, so in order to warm up in the winter I would plug in the iron and put on my bathrobe and iron myself. It sounds painful or weird but it feels great! I had a lot of depressing birthdays at that place, but the thing I remember most about them is friends coming over to be with me on porch that was no bigger than my bathroom is now.
The last fall that I lived there was the fall of the October surprise storm. I got home from work and fell asleep reading by candlelight. Dave came home with Burger King and we ate before huddling for warmth in bed. I got up the next morning to go to work and put on sweatpants under my work pants, a sweatshirt under my button down shirt, and walked out to get in my car and go to work. After I woke up Dave to get the tree off of my car and he made the *smart* decision that I should not be driving the saturn anywhere that day, we had breakfast on the coffee table. We had a can of sterno that we toasted marshmellows on and tried to boil water on to keep us warm. We then took his truck all around the neighborhood to see all of the fallen trees.
The place itself wasn't big or nice in any way, but I loved it because of the things I remember doing when I lived there. I wouldn't want it back, but I do miss it.
The first place I had that I could call home after moving out of my Mom's house was a small one bedroom apartment on Richmond ave in Buffalo. I didn't like the teeny tiny kitchen, but aside from that it was good. Sure, there were centipedes EVERYWHERE and my upstairs neighbor threatened to call the cops anytime I had someone over. The steam heat whistled all night long in the winter and the door to the building wouldn't close in the summer. The fridge made all of my food taste and smell like freon and my bedroom ceiling collapsed on my bed (the only new piece of furnature I bought when I moved in), but the place was great.
I was in walking distance of any place I needed to go. Sunday mornings I would walk to the Lexington co-op (the real one, the one that was on Lexington) and buy a newspaper and milk in a glass bottle that I would return the next week. In the spring I would go for jogs all around the neighborhood to get in shape and look at the houses. In summer I would have given up on the running, but I would still go for walks and look at houses. I had no control of the heat, so in order to warm up in the winter I would plug in the iron and put on my bathrobe and iron myself. It sounds painful or weird but it feels great! I had a lot of depressing birthdays at that place, but the thing I remember most about them is friends coming over to be with me on porch that was no bigger than my bathroom is now.
The last fall that I lived there was the fall of the October surprise storm. I got home from work and fell asleep reading by candlelight. Dave came home with Burger King and we ate before huddling for warmth in bed. I got up the next morning to go to work and put on sweatpants under my work pants, a sweatshirt under my button down shirt, and walked out to get in my car and go to work. After I woke up Dave to get the tree off of my car and he made the *smart* decision that I should not be driving the saturn anywhere that day, we had breakfast on the coffee table. We had a can of sterno that we toasted marshmellows on and tried to boil water on to keep us warm. We then took his truck all around the neighborhood to see all of the fallen trees.
The place itself wasn't big or nice in any way, but I loved it because of the things I remember doing when I lived there. I wouldn't want it back, but I do miss it.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Who would play me in a movie?
Me, of course.
I have been told over the years that I look like a number of celebrities. Fortunately, none of them were Rosanne Barr. The most flattering: Christie Brinkley (I was 10), Elizabeth Shue (I was 16), and Tea Leoni (I was 23). I haven't been compared to any celebrities in a long time. I would like to say that I was able to look in the mirror and see exactly what these complimentary people saw, but I never did. True, I am blond and blue eyed, but I think it stops there.
I have been told over the years that I look like a number of celebrities. Fortunately, none of them were Rosanne Barr. The most flattering: Christie Brinkley (I was 10), Elizabeth Shue (I was 16), and Tea Leoni (I was 23). I haven't been compared to any celebrities in a long time. I would like to say that I was able to look in the mirror and see exactly what these complimentary people saw, but I never did. True, I am blond and blue eyed, but I think it stops there.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Something to brag about
Meh....I am not feeling very braggy right now. Too much bad shit is going on around me for me to feel very awesome. A guy I work with just died, a girl I work with was just cheated on, another girl I work with just lost a parent, another is dealing with her sister who just had a stroke, and my boss was just demoted to my job. I tried thinking of things to boost my spirits. This post could have been a great opportunity for me to turn that frown upside down, but instead I keep thinking about things that I am good at that aren't necessarily good things.
For example, I am really good at pretending that I like my job. I don't like it at all. I am really good at making my employees think that I care about my job. I don't. I have a great defense mechinism that consists of being cold and harsh. I pretend that I am some tough cookie, but I am not. People think that I am really good at customer service which is great because it is my job, but I hate pretty much every customer that I come in contact with.
Actually, something good did come out of this. I just reinforced that my job is what is keeping me from being happy and being myself. Okay, lets try this again.
Something to brag about. What was I good at before my life was consumed by work? I am great at public speaking, acting, memorizing things, teaching, thinking, loving, laughing, empathizing, being objective, eating popcorn and singing. I should listen to myself more often.
For example, I am really good at pretending that I like my job. I don't like it at all. I am really good at making my employees think that I care about my job. I don't. I have a great defense mechinism that consists of being cold and harsh. I pretend that I am some tough cookie, but I am not. People think that I am really good at customer service which is great because it is my job, but I hate pretty much every customer that I come in contact with.
Actually, something good did come out of this. I just reinforced that my job is what is keeping me from being happy and being myself. Okay, lets try this again.
Something to brag about. What was I good at before my life was consumed by work? I am great at public speaking, acting, memorizing things, teaching, thinking, loving, laughing, empathizing, being objective, eating popcorn and singing. I should listen to myself more often.
Monday, March 16, 2009
What I am good at
I had a hard time coming up with something for this topic. I am pretty good at a lot of things, but nothing remarkable that would make for an interesting blog. I realized though that there is something that I do better than most. I forget a LOT of things.
I forget movies right after I see them, I forget where I put things, and if you ask me to remember something for you, there is a pretty good chance I won't. The key to being able to forget anything is to always be in a thought process of your own. For example, if we are getting ready to go somewhere and I see an empty box of vegetables on the counter, I will consider whether I have eaten enough vegetables and dairy that day which will lead me to wonder if ice cream counts as a dairy serving when it is so sweet but it might count because cats would eat it and I like cats although I will not likely own one because I like dogs better even though they bark like the ones that live next door but that may all be in how you raise them just like children are a product of their environment and will I be a good mom? This is only an abridged example of a possible thought process but you can see how if you ask me to get some toilet paper at the store while this is going on in my head, I might forget.
I do this pretty much all day every day, especially when I am tired, hungry, or full. The moral of the story is, be sure that I am paying attention if you ask me for something.
I forget movies right after I see them, I forget where I put things, and if you ask me to remember something for you, there is a pretty good chance I won't. The key to being able to forget anything is to always be in a thought process of your own. For example, if we are getting ready to go somewhere and I see an empty box of vegetables on the counter, I will consider whether I have eaten enough vegetables and dairy that day which will lead me to wonder if ice cream counts as a dairy serving when it is so sweet but it might count because cats would eat it and I like cats although I will not likely own one because I like dogs better even though they bark like the ones that live next door but that may all be in how you raise them just like children are a product of their environment and will I be a good mom? This is only an abridged example of a possible thought process but you can see how if you ask me to get some toilet paper at the store while this is going on in my head, I might forget.
I do this pretty much all day every day, especially when I am tired, hungry, or full. The moral of the story is, be sure that I am paying attention if you ask me for something.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
best re-meal ever
I enjoy food so much that I don't have a best ever meal. I, unlike others I know, do not associate food with good memories. The reason that I like food so much is not because it reminds me of great things, it is because it tastes good. I don't have a "one occasion" that I would redo to make great.
Instead, I will discuss the best foods ever. I thought that Kraft macaroni and cheese was one of the best foods until I ate it last night and it was so heavy I wanted to barf at 430 in the morning today. I like brownies but they give me heartburn. Nestle's chocolate chip cookie recipie really can't be beat. I like my mom's meatloaf but Dave doesn't like ground beaf so I don't get to enjoy it much. I also love popcorn in case I haven't discussed this yet.
It has taken me far too long do type this because I am drunk. I will retire and try harder tomorrow. Sorry fans, Amanda
Instead, I will discuss the best foods ever. I thought that Kraft macaroni and cheese was one of the best foods until I ate it last night and it was so heavy I wanted to barf at 430 in the morning today. I like brownies but they give me heartburn. Nestle's chocolate chip cookie recipie really can't be beat. I like my mom's meatloaf but Dave doesn't like ground beaf so I don't get to enjoy it much. I also love popcorn in case I haven't discussed this yet.
It has taken me far too long do type this because I am drunk. I will retire and try harder tomorrow. Sorry fans, Amanda
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