Thursday, September 30, 2010

Travel Thursday

In case you haven't figured it out, I'm starting trends for the days.
Monday: Must Have Monday
Tuesday: Things that make me happy Tuesday
Thursday: Travel Thursday
Friday: Fun Stuff Friday
Saturday: Something to Say Saturday
Sunday: I dunno yet.

Today is the first Travel Thursday. It is a well-known fact that I LOVE to travel. The kind of travel where you get to relax, have fun, and have no worries--and maybe see some new things.

For this first Travel Thursday I choose a place I've been to three times, but never outside of Paris. That's right--France. I'm not sure I'll be able to make it happen, but I really want to go to France next year (kind of like an eat, pray, love type of deal where I just go and think and live...but only for a week, maybe 10 days).

These are the places I would like to see:

CANNES (now, if I go for my birthday, this probably won't be an option given the insanity that is the Cannes Film Festival, but I wish I could go):

CHATEAUROUX (the chef of this restaurant, L'Escalier, is a friend that I hung out with when I lived in Spain):

LUSIGNAN (My grandma's grandma was a Lamoreaux (Andre Lamoreaux was a french huegenot who is known as the French Pilot who saved many many people, also when they fled to NY, they were a part of the underground railroad) and they originated in Lusignan):

MERSCHERS (Andre Lamoreaux had to flee Lusignan because of the oppression. He went to Merschers on the Atlantic coast (where he met and married his wife, btw)):

PLAN DE LA TOUR and PROVENCE (beautiful area--lavendar and sunflowers...ok so johnny depp lives in plan de la tour...):

MONACO (if I can't go to Cannes because of the film festival, then I will go to Monaco which isn't France, but it might as well be):

PARIS (of course, because I've never gotten to walk along the River Seine...and the mothership is on Rue de Champs-Elysees (louis vuitton) and a friend from DC lives in Paris now):

Wednesday, September 29, 2010



The laughing game very late one night during finals week freshman year of college.

And 6 years later (this past May):

I feel old.

Monday, September 27, 2010

New Design...and Name

So this weekend I decided I was very bored with my blog so I did an overhaul. New name, new design, even a new url...and kind of a new theme.

I really only blog about things that bring me joy (for the most part) so I'm going to try to tailor everything to that- "Joy". I'm trying to be more positive in life--avoid complaining and negativity.

I'm going to be funny and more subtle about it though. I'm not going to come out and say "this brings me joy because..." I'll post things and hopefully by my humor and prose, you'll get that whatever it is brings me joy.

Ok, enjoy. (No pun intended)

Saturday, September 25, 2010

This makes me laugh. a lot.

"oh bless the rain!" oh I love betty white.

Friday, September 24, 2010


Hopefully this doesn't make me sound like a lush or anything cuz I'm really not. I just occasionally like a glass of wine (preferably red) to relax or when out for dinner. I'm also kind of turned into a wino. I have an absolute favorite wine - Red Bordeaux from St. Estephe region called Chateau Calon Segur. It's been very hard to find and your best bet is to have it shipped...which is expensive. I checked to see what stores in the US are selling it and the closest place is in NJ (ironically just 15-20 minutes down the road from where I lived in Flemington--that's an annoying realization btw). So I figured "ok, I'll just have to wait until next time I go up there." Then tonight after work I decided to run by the store and pick up some sofia ( ). I wandered into the Red Bordeaux section and was just browsing when I saw this sign on what looked to be an empty wood bin that said "Last Chance" - I leaned a little and saw one bottle and then? Then I saw the label--Chateau Calon Segur 2004. I literally audibly gasped and then looked at the price and then said "screw it" and picked up the bottle and put it in my basket. I wandered around the store smiling ear-to-ear, so very happy to have my favorite, rare in the US wine...people were looking at me funny and I'm not sure the guy at the counter wanted to sell it to me. I also picked up some sofia. Which is also a fun story. there was no more on the shelf but I saw a box way up high so I made them get the ladder to get it down for me. The guy was thrilled with me lol.

So anyway, here it is:

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Law School Picks

Ok, the law school list has been narrowed down to 8 plus 4 safeties. The top 8 are good schools that are well-respected but still allow for a student to actually have a life outside of school. I won't say which are my safety schools, but you could probably figure it out pretty easily. I will say, though, that I am pretty sure UConn is my #1 choice...unfortunately it's also the most expensive at $60,000 a year (for the first year and then it's $40,000 for 2L and 3L). And I know it may seem strange, but Emory (which is actually an esteemed law school) actually falls beneath the safety schools in my mind, but I figured I should throw it on the table.

Ok, please give me your opinions if you are familiar with the law schools/areas.

In no particular order (except for #1):

1. UConn (Hartford, CT)
2. Fordham (NYC)
3. Georgetown (DC)
4. Villanova (Philly)
5. Pace (White Plains, NY)
6. Case Western (Cleveland, OH)
7. Boston (do you really need me to tell you where this is?)
8. Hofstra (Hempstead, NY)
9. Quinnipiac (Hamden, CT - New Haven)
10. Pepperdine (Malibu, CA)
11. Emory (Atlanta,GA)
12. Univ. of the Pacific (Sacramento, CA)

Now, you don't really need to tell me where you want me to go...I am well-aware that the San Mateo people will want me at UoP, the socal people will want me at Pepperdine, Cleveland/MI people will want me at Case Western, and everyone in NJ/NY/CT will want me at the NY/CT/MA schools. But if you want to reaffirm that you want me closer, I won't stop you haha :) - I like feelin the love.

Happy Birthday Mumsies!

It's mumsies' birthday. She's 39...again. haha ok, she's not...she didn't have me at 14. But she's not old either, she did have me in her twenties. oh man...i just realized she had my brother at my age. wow...I could do it if I had to, but I'm not ready to have a kid at 25.

Anyway, it's her birthday and she is thankfully out of the hospital and able to spend today at home. Her new home in NY (near Lake George). I love her new town and wish I lived a lot closer...I used to only live about 3 1/2 hours but than I had to move. Maybe I'll get to move back up there one day, that'd be nice...or at least closer than an 18 hour drive. You can really tell just how much I like Atlanta, can't you? hah

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


So I'm watching that new show "melissa and joey" and the house is definitely the Step-by-step house and the basement is the home improvement basement.

I have a photographic memory...


Girl's Night Out in Hollywood Fall 2004.

First time I ever hung out with my infamous sophomore/junior roomies and Sara. It was an eventful night. We were completely stopped on the freeway for I don't know how long because some guy was threatening to jump off an overpass. It was a fun night though...we kept ourselves pretty well entertained in the car and then later out of the car. If you think I'm totally crazy (in a fun way) it's pretty much because of these girls' influence. :)

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Just Purchased

The office only has Maxwell House. And even if it has cream and sugar, it tastes nasty and I have decided to go back to drinking coffee black.

When I lived in CA, I got Coffee Bean pretty much everyday of senior year (sophomore and junior year I worked at the campus coffeeshop so I never paid for coffee). Unfortunately, they don't have Coffee Bean outside of socal. I do not know is franchised now and a million cazillion times better than starbucks. Anyway, I have to buy it when I go out there on business, or I can buy it online. My cousin in LA bought and mailed me a big tin of CBTL's vanilla powder (they make their vanilla lattes with powder not syrup) and I tried to ration it...

So anyway, since I just cannot stand to drink the maxwell house anymore, I decided to go to the coffee bean website ( and get some of my favorite coffee. I saw the above -- Black Forest. Now, they always make a Black Forest Ice Blended (has chocolate and cherry flavor) but that is chock full of calories and sugar. So now, fore a limited time, they have created a Black Forest flavored coffee. I cannot wait till it arrives! It'll be nirvana...

So Cold

While it may be 93 degrees outside, it is probably 23 degrees inside. And no, we don't have control over our own A/C level at work. I'm going to go as far as saying it's colder than the barn was at RevGen. I can't even focus because I'm cold. I wish I could work with mittens on. I grabbed a zip-up hoodie to wear while at my desk but it's not really doing anything.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Amelia Pond:

Quincy Adams Oyster:

Amelia is my new niece. Actually she's my only "real" niece. My brother and Zach just adopted her from the ASPCA in NYC. She is a pug-beagle. (Quincy's mine) ...I bet my parents never expected to have 2 granddogs instead of grandchildren when my brother and I hit the mid to late twenties hahaha

Not like tv...

TV seriously glamourizes hospitals. Walking around Cleveland Clinic, I couldn't help but wonder what those young residents do in supply closets and after their shifts...(thank you grey's anatomy). The Clinic is so nice and a lot like Seattle Grace (greys) that you wonder if McDreamy and McSteamy are going to pop around the corner. And while that stuff actually really does happen (well, not the mcdreamy/mcsteamy part, sadly), I've decided that real hospitals are nothing like tv.

My mom's heart surgery went well and finally at about 9pm, we were allowed to see her. Tim (my stepdad) and I went back first. I've watched enough ER and Grey's Anatomy in my life to know what to expect. I know exactly what my mom is going to look like back in the I was prepared. Oh I was so not prepared. It would've been better if she was not somewhat awake because than she wouldn't have been feeling the pain. At that point, she was breathing on her own but still had the breathing tube so that was painful...and then the nurse wouldn't give her any more pain meds because they were trying to get her to the point where they could pull the breathing tube. I've seen my mom in some serious emotional pain, but never this much physical pain. She was practically writhing in pain and then getting frustrated with it which made it worse and then her machines started going off...and then I freaked out. Not outwardly--inwardly. You know how some people get shocking news or something awful happens, or they witness something, or are so afraid that they get sick? I was just about there. I thought I was going to throw up any second...the nurses are working to calm her down enough to take out the tube and her machines keep going off and I can see all this and that's when I thought I was going to pass out. Then the nurses/doctors shut the curtain and sent us back to the waiting area. I love my mom, but I couldn't get out of that ICU fast enough...I couldn't handle seeing my mom in so much pain. About 30 minutes later they let us back in but I stayed in the waiting room and let my brother and grandma go back in to see her. She was better and was being doped up. I went back in the morning to see her and she looked 100 times better--still not good, but better. She lit up when she saw me next to her bed...and didn't even remember the night before--probably a good thing she doesn't.

I left Friday early afternoon to drive back to Atlanta. Yesterday morning I got to talk to mom for a couple minutes. I'm not sure what she said because I couldn't understand or hear her very well, but she is definitely getting a little better everyday. She is able to sit up in the chair and take some short walks. If she keeps progressing, they will probably release her tomorrow (Tuesday).

Thursday, September 16, 2010

It's gonna be a late night. We got word that my mom was taken into the operation room to begin the surgery, but the major part - after all the incisions and doctor-y stuff-hasn't even started yet...and it's 4:20. I walked around the place a little...walked into the children's wing and wow that is just heartbreaking.

I'll be getting out of the hospital for a little bit though. I'm having dinner with Krissy, an old friend I haven't seen in a long time. I think at this point my mom will still be in surgery by the time I get back to the hospital after dinner.

Cleveland Clinic

I'm at the Cleveland Clinic where my mom is getting her heart surgery done. She has to have her aortic valve replaced and while running pre-op tests on Tuesday they found an aortic aneurism that has to be taken care of. I'm not sure what's involved in that...if they surgeon removes it or what it is even...but I know it's bad if it bursts. She's already told the nurses that they better not try to keep coffee away from her while she's in the hospital cuz if they do it won't be pretty. lol now you know where I get it from.

She is in pre-op area and we can visit her 2 at a time. Tim (my stepdad) and I went in first and then I went in again with Jeof (my brother) and then my grandparents went in and now just Tim is back there. When they take her up to the OR (which is supposed to be at 12:30) we can all go back together to see her.

I also found out that I have to be checked for Bicuspid Aortic Valve Disease because I was diagnosed based largely off of my mom's diagnosis of Mitral Valve Prolapse which turned out to be a total misdiagnosis. Now it's worried that I also do not have MVP but actually a bicuspid aortic valve.

This is a picture of a normal aortic valve:

This is a picture of a bicuspid aortic valve (that my mom will have until they replace it with a normal one):

Now my mom's bicuspid aortic valve was stenotic and while it's supposed to open 5 millimeters, it only opens 0.8 millimeters so the blood isn't getting out and her body has a seriously lack of oxygen. A lot of the issues I have--dizziness, shortness of breath, lack of pulse (not complete lack obviously) are all symptoms of a bicuspid aortic valve so now I have to be checked. I hate going to the doctor. All they ever do is fight with me or treat me like I don't know anything. I'm definitely glad I don't ever have to go to hunterdon medical healthcare system again so I should be diagnosed better now. When I get around to it, I'll be going through Emory for heart stuff...but after I do the half-marathon because I don't want anyone telling me I can't do it. I lived through the LA Marathon, I'll live through a half-marathon.

But even if I'm diagnosed, I don't necessarily have to have this surgery my mom's least not until my 40's or 50's and by then they won't even have to crack open my chest to get to the heart...they're perfecting a process to replace aortic valves through the groin. Sounds painful to me, but a much better and safer option so I'm not worried.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

"More importantly, Shelties need "mental exercise." These bright dogs cannot just sit in the backyard and do nothing. To be happy and well-behaved, they require mental stimulation such as advanced obedience, agility, herding, or challenging games you play with them, even if it's just fetching balls and finding hidden toys."

Ummm...the person that wrote this has not met my dog. "cannot just sit and do nothing"--Quincy's favorite activity is laying on the couch. He doesn't even just sit--he lays down. "requie mental stimulation...challenging games...fetching balls..."--I've seen Quincy chase a ball once. ONCE. And that took a year to accomplish. And he doesn't fetch. He'll chase (slowly) the ball, sniff it, and then continue on to the couch where he will lay and do nothing.

So, really, I have a dog who acts like a cat. Which is perfect for me. Although when I see people running with their shelties, I get jealous because it's impossible to run with Quincy. He hates running. It's hard enough getting him to go for a walk unless it's chilly outside. Just chilly--not hot, not warm, not cold - but chilly. If it's anything but chilly, I get him out and walking long enough to do his business and then he "drags" me inside.

Aces for dinner, F-minus minus for breakfast

Not to toot my own horn, but I really can cook amazing dinners--I love cooking french food especially and my Ratatouille is awesome.

However, when it comes to cooking breakfast, I got nothin. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Nunca. Because I just really really cannot stand the smell of eggs, bacon, and/or sausage cooking, I never cook breakfast. My breakfast, if I eat it, consists of Special K with berries, or Captain Crunch--depending on my mood. This morning, though, I thought, hey, why not? and I attempted to make eggs and sausage (I had sausage in the freezer so I could make some bangers and mash one day). I failed. Miserably. First of all, I know I hardly ever eat sausage but I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to be black and crunchy/chewy. And I don't think eggs are supposed to be rubbery and chewy. The dog didn't even want any of the sausage and that's saying something cuz he's obsessed with meat. He goes crazy when he smells meat. So I give up. I don't even really like the taste of cooked breakfast food, so I give up. I'm going back to cereal tomorrow. Whoever I marry is going to have to cook his own breakfast if he wants it.

Monday, September 13, 2010

So I lent my mom my copy of 'Eat Pray Love' (and I didn't even go through my instructions for being nice to books) to read because she had wanted to see the movie, and she is taking it with her to the hospital this week (if you don't know, my mom is having open heart surgery to have her aortic valve replaced this week). I don't think I have ever seen my mom read a fictional book. Ever. She reads, but just counseling and non-fiction Christian books. I'm so happy she's branching out to fiction :)


So I've always liked the name Kate, Katy, Katherine - and Cate, Caty, Catherine. It'd be nice to name my daughter that one day...but I can't. Two of my cousins - one on each side of the family - have named their daughter katelynn. They are both "katie". So, no katy for me. I prefer the "katy" spelling.

Oh well. I've got other names though so nothing to worry about. Just none of my cousins better use the names Abigail or Molly. I claim them. None of you family members can have them. I already gave up Isabelle and Katy, I won't give up anymore and I will name them one or the other regardless of whether there's already one in the family.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Tomorrow's not "burn a koran" day

This is a doozy and long.

I am not Republican (nor am I Tea Party that just needs to go away). I am not Democrat. I am not Libertarian. I would say that I am Independent but that is technically a separate party altogether as well. So, I am nothing. I’m not getting all Nietzche on you, I’m just saying that politically, I am nothing. I tend to gravitate more towards Republican, but I don’t like to define myself as Republican. Except when I really think about it, I’m not nothing. My identity is not in a political party. My identity is in Christ. When I vote and when I discuss/debate politics, I come from the perspective of (forgive me for this over-used phrase, but it just works) “What would Jesus do, how would he think and react?” There is ONE word that comes to my mind immediately when I ask that question—LOVE. God is love.
This brings me to the current event happening/not happening on Saturday in Florida. Terry Jones, a pastor of a small church, is planning on burning a bunch of Qurans (Korans) on the anniversary of 9/11. He says God wants him to do it. Hmm…really? If Jesus was on earth today, do you really think he would be standing next to you tossing Qurans into a fire? Cuz I don’t. That would be an example of hate. God is not hate. God is love. Jones calls church goers that won’t join him “yellow-bellied” and that “our nation is in ruin spiritually.” You know what? Yeah, our nation is in spiritual ruins, but creating this kind of division is only going to make it worse. Jones has never even read the Quran. Regardless of the book, if you haven’t read it, you have no right to burn it. It’s like people burning Catcher in the Rye because they heard it was an immoral book—they don’t really know but that’s what they were told so into the fire it goes.
Is Islam wrong? Does the Quran teach jihad? Yeah it does. Abortion is wrong too but even the strongest supporters of pro-life stuff condemn those that blow up clinics and murder the doctors. Yeah, Islamic jihadists terrorized us 9 years ago. The Quran teaches that—teaches hate (and something about lots of virgins in heaven for good guys). You know what DOES NOT teach hate? The Bible. The Bible—God—teaches love, turn the other cheek. Yes, we need to stand up for what we believe in—for what is right…but we need to do it out of love. The Bible says to love your enemy. It doesn’t say, if your enemy smites you and attacks you, turn around and do something mean right back.
If you read up on Jones, you’ll probably find that he’s not a man you would want to follow. His own daughter (adult) calls him cultish and oppressive. Other former members agree. One said something interesting that caught my eye-"He wasn't a pastor who takes care of everyone," Diana Breuel, a church member in Cologne, told a German news agency. "He didn't project biblical values and Christianity, but put himself as a person in the center of things." He doesn’t put God in the center of what he is promoting with the burning. He’s really putting himself in the center. Look how spiritual HE is. HE was lied to. HE is going to go ahead with the burning. What about GOD? Mr. Jones, I don’t care what YOU think. I care what God thinks.

Another aspect of this whole Quran burning event is the problem it is causing and will cause. Already, with even just the suggestion of the burning, an effigy of Jones -- wrapped in an American flag -- was burned in Afghanistan, and Muslims in Indonesia have rallied outside the U.S. embassy threatening violence if any Korans are burned. See, it’s not about Jones being burned in effigy—it’s the fact that he’s being burned in the American flag. To the world, Jones is an example of America. He’s not just bringing acts of violence and hatred upon himself and Christianity—he’s bringing it upon all of America. I am not catholic and don’t usually pay attention to the Vatican, but their response of this burning as “outrageous and grave” is true. Jones is calling it “Burn a Koran Day”—NO 9/11 is NOT burn a Koran day. It’s 9/11 Remembrance Day. Do not take away from the lives that were lost. As someone who could’ve lost her father in the towers that day, and as someone who wasn’t sure what was going on or where her father was—if he was at the offices that day, I can tell you how I feel—how probably a lot, if not most or all of the victims and victims families feel about this burning the Koran. It’s stupid. It’s childish. It’s self-seeking. It will only bring on more terrorist attacks—it already has brought on more terrorism and the burning event hasn’t even happened yet. I hope and pray that this burning doesn’t happen because America could not take another 9/11.

Some that I know are for this burning. They say it’s an act of faith and standing up for Christ. I just don’t agree. And I’m not a bad, unchristian person for it. I’m not giving in to political correctness. I’m trying to follow what I believe God’s biggest message to be. LOVE.

Who needs the UK ones?

How did I not know about Prince Carl of Sweden?? He's 10 times better looking than prince william and prince harry put together!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Missed GPOYW

hahaha no this isn't me...but it is pretty darn close to me during the bouquet toss at weddings. And I know what you're thinking (other than how awfully mean the bride is for making those girls wear such hideous bridesmaids dresses, and other than hoping that bridesmaid didn't wear the shower flip-flops during the ceremony) - it's not desperate, it's just being pro-active.

Hot and Cold

Not the song...although there have definitely been a few guys in my life that fit the song quite well.

When I'm getting dressed in the mornings, I tend to forget that while it is very hot outside, my office is cold. Today is one of those days. I know that it will be humid and hot when I leave the office so I throw on a sleeveless blouse and go. Now I am cold and can't do anything about it. I should probably bring in a sweater or something to keep at work.

I can't wait for this weekend. I'm going to attack the spare bedroom where everything is stashed. I'm going to just start tossing/donating. If I didn't wear it in the past year it's going byebye. This does not include shoes. I may wear some shoes very rarely, but they still look pretty on the shelf. I should really go through the boxes stashed in the closets too...childhood stuff that's taking up space. I really need to decide whether I really want the stuff or not. The box of stuffed animals could probably go...and let's face it, when I do have my own kids, I most likely won't give them any of my old things to use/play with so why am I holding onto them? I move too often to keep lugging this stuff around.

Bill Gates Gives 11 Rules about Life

Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!

Rule 2: The world doesn't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.

Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

Rule 11 isn't necessarily true. Well you should be nice to nerds, but I've not had to work for one yet. I've only worked for 2 businessmen, the US Deputy Attorney General, and a DOJ Director (also lawyer), and let's face it--those people were never nerds, they were the popular kids. But the rest of the rules are all true. I've been out of high school for over 7 years and I still don't make $60,000. In fact, no one from my high school class makes that much. No college-mates either...unless you count the ones that already had a lot of money from acting or modeling (hang out with a former child actor's quite an experience...) I just like these rules. Kids in high school and even college don't seem to grasp reality. I can say that because I didn't. When you're a kid and you see adults doing whatever they want and adults having freedom, you long for it...then you become an adult and you long to be a kid again. Life is hard. Bills have to be paid, cars gassed up and on insurance, you have to feed yourself, buy your own clothes and stuff, budget your sucks. And then you see a wrinkle (doesn't matter if it's tiny). Good thing I had my quarter-life crisis at 24 and starting only using anti-aging skincare.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Face Lift

Just watched an episode of Nip/Tuck (season 2) has guaranteed that I will never get a face lift. At least not unless they completely overhaul the procedure.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010


I feel like I'm in a dream--like I'm going to wake up any minute...but I'm not asleep.

Life is unexpected--sometimes that's good and sometimes that's bad.

Some news was dropped out of the blue this weekend--the kind of news that slaps you across the face and leaves you speechless. And I'm just a bystander. I don't even have to live through what the news was. It's not my place to speak of the specifics so no, I'm not really going to say anything about it. It was shocking and I've been through denial, anger, hurt, regret, sadness, and am now in a sad/compassionate state of mind over a couple friends' lives.

This quote from Chuck Swindoll really sums up how I'm trying to approach the news, the friends, the whole situation:

“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.”

And it's a quote that works for everything in life too.

Also in a addition to attitude, I'll add prayer. Without a positive, uplifting attitude and a mind and heart of prayer, we'll never get through even the smallest of trials that life brings.

Friday, September 3, 2010

oh for the love of...

Hah I can't say that phrase without chuckling. One time awhile back I was texting my friend Simon and he said something about how he's so good looking or something to that effect and I replied "oh for the love of pete" and he replied, "no, for the love of simon" haha so now I always stop and remember the easy-going, fun, banterish friendship we once had when I say that phrase.

Anyway, so it's Friday and this weekend is a long weekend because of Labor Day on Monday. However, I have an agreement that I wanted to get in today but had a question so I called the lady at the company, Jill, and the number wasn't working so I sent an e-mail. It was 2:30, people should still be at work right? Nope. I get an out of office reply but it tells me if I need assistance to contact this other lady, Nicole. So I sent an e-mail to that lady thinking well if she's handling Jill's work today, she'll be there. Nope. I get an out of office reply telling me if I need assistance to contact Jill. Then she gave the main office number and said to ask for corporate services. I call the number, ask and get transfered. Voicemail. OH FOR THE LOVE OF PETE/SIMON!!!

haha oh well, if Jill isn't there till Tuesday, the agreement wouldn't be processed till then anyway. I just think it's ridiculous in a funny way. I'm thinking the ladies might want to coordinate a tad bit better next time.

Guardian Angels

I came to two realizations this morning:

1. My guardian angels (plural, I require more than 1) are seriously overworked.

2. I'm really not a very good driver. (unless I have minors in the car with me--don't worry Gateway parents, I always drove very carefully when your kids are in my car)

I can't even tell you how many times I should have totaled my car or ended up at least in critical condition. I know without a doubt that I have guardian angels because there is no other reason for my being alive. It also leads me to believe that I still have a purpose on earth to meet and as a result, I exasperate God and He's up there sighing and shaking his head, covering his face with his hand telling my guardian angels to bloody keep me alive and well (God has a British accent fyi) because I still have a purpose to fulfill.

My driving is ok--I'm an excellent offensive driver. I can cut the middle between to semi's on a two lane highway like a pro. I'm just not always a smart driver. Again, I can cut the middle b/w two semi's on a two lane highway like a pro. I'm also not always very alert. I have stopped texting/facebooking/etc while driving (for the most part), but I'm just not always aware of my high school I hit the Frenchtown Bridge while driving across it (I was sober), I tore off the skidplate on an ice pile, I lost control on black ice and did what you aren't supposed to do and nearly ran into a house (ask sean, he was there), I wasn't paying the best attention and ended up hitting a guardrail in New Mexico going 70 miles an hour. Now that one should've totaled the car and me, but ya know, angels are aces. Then there's all the times in college I just shouldn't have been behind the wheel of a car. The times I accidently ran a red light and barely missed being broadsided by big trucks. And this morning, I was driving and there's this section that the middle lane switches from oncoming and going depending on the time of day. This morning it was oncoming but I wasn't even paying attention. I really should be dead right now...but it was like the cars were going through me not crashing into me. It was only like 5 seconds worth but it was crazy. My guardian angels deserve a raise.

Now tonight I'll be driving through the night by myself to visit my mom. And I hope none of the worriers in my family read this before tomorrow or else they won't get any sleep. lol But they don't need to worry because I got angels that clearly are former FBI and CIA agents.

Scanner from Dark Ages

The scanner is slower than a caveman pushing a square-wheeled wheelbarrow. No joke.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Check This Out!

Just a quick note- Kate, a friend and sister of a close longtime friend started recording with a new band (she's the female vocals for Station 153 on the album--the worship band I used to sing with a lot). I love it. Totally different from Station (not that I don't love Station, it's just totally and completely different). It's "schizophrenic rock irish blues pop" as they describe it. At first it sounds like Gloriana, but then it get's a different vibe. They're called "Down From The Summit" and they're on facebook.!/pages/Down-From-The-Summit/143959535641786

"Like" it.

(You'll have to copy/paste because it's not linking correctly)
Mom: "Unfortunately my breeder mice didn't cooperate all that well and my research is short about 6 homozygotes"...

Me: Did u ever try viagra for the breeders?

Mom: We work them pretty hard. Their gestation period is only 3 weeks and a male is already in their cage before they give birth to try to catch them post-estrous to foster yet another litter! It's just that there's only a 25% chance to get homozygotes and then many of those don't live to adulthood. mom's a mouse pimp. But a very smart one.

She is just 6 homozygote mice (I believe they are the one's with the Huntington's Disease gene or maybe they all have the gene and these are the ones with the disease) and a big long paper away from her Ph.D. in Neuroscience. I'm so proud of her.

I often don't understand 90% of what she says when she talks about the science though. See, I don't do science. Never have. In college I was required to take a science class with a lab so I took astronomy. And even then I waited until my last semester of college to take it. Astronomy was a tough class to get into--everyone wanted to take it and there was only 1 or 2 classes a semester. It was a total copout. I never even opened the book. Our labs were to stand outside and look up. Our term project was to watch a constellation move throughout the semester and record it but since I went to school in LA, you couldn't see the stars through the smog so the prof gave us a website that told us where the constellation was each night. It was a joke. But I got an A. :) I never opened my macroeconomics book either (or paid attention in class) and I got an A...but my brother was friends with the professor. That worked well.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Weekend please come...

I'm excited and the next 2 days just need to go fast. I get to see my mom this weekend. I haven't seen her since my birthday in May.

I had been planning to go to RevGen in jersey--although this year I'd actually have to work as a volunteer. Last year I pretty much had a VIP wristband since I was paid office help all summer and didn't have to actually do anything when it came to the actual festival. That was nice. I rode around on the golf carts and hung out in the VIP tent and backstage. This year I would've been back to volunteering with MC Support (aka, friends of the founders' son volunteer group), but I decided I would rather spend the weekend with my mom before she has her heart surgery in a couple weeks.

So this weekend with my mom. Yay! Also Quincy will be meeting Bentley for the first time. I'll try to take ought to be pretty funny.


So this week's GPOYW is from 2nd semester junior year when I interned at the Department of Justice in DC. I choose this picture because the blurred girl on my right modeling starbucks cups with me (don't ask, I def don't remember why) is Katie. We didn't hang out a lot, but she's pretty funny and fun from what I remember. She informed me on Saturday (gotta love facebook) that she just started a job in midtown Atlanta. She went to Palm Beach Atlantic in FL (and no, she and Simon don't know each other, according to really they might know each other lol) but is now in Atlanta. And, while we don't live in the same area, it's not that far so at least now I know someone here. That's exciting. Never move somewhere where you don't know anyone. Unless it's a small town in Europe.

No Sleep

I did not sleep at all last night. It was like I was high. Which frankly, I probably was. I basically fumigated my apartment last night (bugs in Atlanta are nasty). I find one bug and I wig out. So I spread dust, vacuumed and sprayed. EVERYTHING. I even vacuumed my bed. I hoisted the vacuum up onto it and vacuumed. Unfortunately the spray is extremely strong...and the pesticides made me high...and since I sprayed at about 7:30pm, there was no sleep. Even now I'm still not tired. Well, I'm started to get tired, so somewhere around 2 or 3 this afternoon I'm probably going to completely crash.

Although now I know that whenever I have to drive through the night, I can just sniff extremely strong cleaning products to stay alert instead of drinking gallons of caffeinated drinks and still falling asleep. That's probably a bad idea...considering the fumes did set my heart off. That was weird...I should probably wear a mask next time.

You're still picturing me standing on my bed vacuuming, aren't you?