so i went to nyc, i did the interview, i stayed with a complete stranger, i rode the subway alone :), and i made it back ok!
i think the interview went really well but only time will tell!! she said it can take anywhere between 3-6 months, but that shes never seen it take longer than 6! (lucky me!)
anyway ill keep you posted. other than that things are ok :)
Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
NYC
so i booked the ticket for nyc.
i am contemplated doing those sublet/temp housing thing at someone's apt vs. staying at a hotel. its half the price! i just dont want to get murdered.
she seems legit she has a cat and is a director...has her own website and what not. if i was gonna kill someone i wouldnt list my website address on my craigslist posting. it has pictures and everything....
any thoughts? is this a legit way to go??
advice?
i am contemplated doing those sublet/temp housing thing at someone's apt vs. staying at a hotel. its half the price! i just dont want to get murdered.
she seems legit she has a cat and is a director...has her own website and what not. if i was gonna kill someone i wouldnt list my website address on my craigslist posting. it has pictures and everything....
any thoughts? is this a legit way to go??
advice?
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Rain boots
I bought rain boots, I have been wanting them for some reason. They finally came in yesterday, today God blessed us with an awful rainy day. Coincidence? I think not! God is on my side :)
Crocheting...
so i need a hobby. ive always wanted to learn how to crochet nows the time. the only problem is i always want to spell it crotcheting. not sure why, im just a weirdo i guess. well i think we already knew that.
so i already promised my sister this would be my first project: 
ok ok not really thats from one of my moms old crocheting mags.
this is my real first project:
im not being selfish, im making something for myself first so that if it sucks noone will have to be ashamed to wear it!frankstein...(graphic)
Ok so i promised my oh so fabulous friend that i would explain my stitches. if any of you know me, you know im clumsy as hell and that if anything happens its likely gonna happen to me. that means if ever givent the opportunity to ride a semi-dangerous ride at one of those pop-up parking lot carnivals i would nicely decline.
anyways so i was walking in my parents house, it was late and i was wearing heels (problem numero uno), had a had a beer or two (sure who doesnt), were my arms full (of course im practically a pack mule). well for the average person this may mean nothing but for a girl like me this is a recipe for disaster!
i slipped, fell, and without my arms to catch myself landed right on the right corner of my glasses. they of course broke (under the weight of my lithe frame :)) and the serrated heavy plastic commenced to slice into my face. when i realized what had happened i was stunned i was dripping bright red blood. i rush over to the mirror and see this! (graphic!)
I am thinking certainly this cant be real! and I split my new glasses to fuuuuuck!
So i decide to just try and control the bleeding and see what we can do about it in the morning. i go to bed get up and it still looks the same!!!
oh shit but im such a wimp i dont want stiches!! as my mom will tell you when i was 6 the doctor tried to give me stitches on my forehead after i feel on the playground and split my head open. i didnt want them so i wailed for 15 mins straight and instead i got a nice huge bandage and scar to deal with for the rest of my life!
thankfully i have very good friends :) and one suggested i go to the doctor before the window of opportunity of stitches closed and i was left with another huge scar and certianly would be unmarriagable at that point. i took her amazing advice and thankfully got the stitches (almost cried like a baby dont think that old guy put in enough anesthesia) and lessened the likelihood of an awful scar, not to mention i think it would have taken months to heal the other way!
so now i look like this:
Well really i look like this:
So noone at work has noticed :) Woohoo ill try not to die skiing, pray for me
anyways so i was walking in my parents house, it was late and i was wearing heels (problem numero uno), had a had a beer or two (sure who doesnt), were my arms full (of course im practically a pack mule). well for the average person this may mean nothing but for a girl like me this is a recipe for disaster!
i slipped, fell, and without my arms to catch myself landed right on the right corner of my glasses. they of course broke (under the weight of my lithe frame :)) and the serrated heavy plastic commenced to slice into my face. when i realized what had happened i was stunned i was dripping bright red blood. i rush over to the mirror and see this! (graphic!)
I am thinking certainly this cant be real! and I split my new glasses to fuuuuuck!
So i decide to just try and control the bleeding and see what we can do about it in the morning. i go to bed get up and it still looks the same!!!
oh shit but im such a wimp i dont want stiches!! as my mom will tell you when i was 6 the doctor tried to give me stitches on my forehead after i feel on the playground and split my head open. i didnt want them so i wailed for 15 mins straight and instead i got a nice huge bandage and scar to deal with for the rest of my life!
thankfully i have very good friends :) and one suggested i go to the doctor before the window of opportunity of stitches closed and i was left with another huge scar and certianly would be unmarriagable at that point. i took her amazing advice and thankfully got the stitches (almost cried like a baby dont think that old guy put in enough anesthesia) and lessened the likelihood of an awful scar, not to mention i think it would have taken months to heal the other way!
so now i look like this:
Well really i look like this:
So noone at work has noticed :) Woohoo ill try not to die skiing, pray for me
christmas adventure
so not sure if you all heard but i had the brilliant idea of taking my cat with me to Arizona to visit my sister ms. justice out in AZ. almost all of my family has decided to break normal tradition and spend Christmas at ms. j's new house. well my cat is a lover, def not a fighter, well a lover when he's ready to be loved (like all cats really).
anyways so i think I'm really clever (although very nervous) and decide that ill just slip the little guy a micky (well in the form of children's benadryl which i stupidly entrusted my mom to buy for me and she bought the grape kind which i think added to the whole fiasco I'm about to blog about).
so on the way there i give him the pill in a greenie's pill pocket, basically a cat treat that is suppose to disguise the blasted thing. well he literally chews it once and spits it out. he's totally like "wooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaahhhhhhh that ain't chicken and livers, its grape chicken and livers." he knows from word on the street that grape chicken and livers is the equivalent of a roofie!
what a bastard....but i think some got into his system bc by and large he was sedated as we got to the airport. i had to pull him out of the carrier and walk him through the metal detector with me, which he was ok with. the staff there weren't equally ok. one commented "that's not a cat that's a mountain lion." of course, the cat resented the remark and i kinda thought it was a compliment, i mean mountain lions are pretty bad ass, they will tear your ass up! he had no problem the rest of the way, chilling at the airport bar while my family enjoyed an adult beverage. i mean how many cats can say they've been to a bar!!! (and I'm not talking about eating out of a bar's trashcan!)
anyway despite my paranoia and constant opening and closing of the zipper on the plane to touch and make sure he was still alive (so much so that it prompted my sis to say "stop or you ll break the zipper") he did pretty well.
it was the way back where he really enacted his revenge. he refused to take any of the roofie! even when i tried to force feed it to him, i mean dont get me wrong hes a strong cat, fighting for his life he thinks....man it didn't end pretty for me. i was covered in scratches and more than that i knew i had gotten him worked up which killed me bc i knew he was gonna get even further worked up on the plane. well as soon as i tried to take him out of that carrier, he spread his four paws in the four corners of the carrier and held on for dear life....when i did finally get him out, i literally looked like one of those cartoons that has the cat attached to her head! he was not happy! and to make matters worse the damn security guards were sooo witty, "so did you sedate that thing?" wtf do you think I'm wearing the fucker like a hat!! i mean isn't it obviously that we are both pretty stressed and could do without the overtly snide comments...
well he got on the plane and got home and then went promptly to my parents bed and fell asleep for a few hours, jet lag or whatever you call it in the cat world. i don't think he'll be traveling for awhile...but who knows he might have already booked an int'l flight!
anyways so i think I'm really clever (although very nervous) and decide that ill just slip the little guy a micky (well in the form of children's benadryl which i stupidly entrusted my mom to buy for me and she bought the grape kind which i think added to the whole fiasco I'm about to blog about).
so on the way there i give him the pill in a greenie's pill pocket, basically a cat treat that is suppose to disguise the blasted thing. well he literally chews it once and spits it out. he's totally like "wooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaahhhhhhh that ain't chicken and livers, its grape chicken and livers." he knows from word on the street that grape chicken and livers is the equivalent of a roofie!
what a bastard....but i think some got into his system bc by and large he was sedated as we got to the airport. i had to pull him out of the carrier and walk him through the metal detector with me, which he was ok with. the staff there weren't equally ok. one commented "that's not a cat that's a mountain lion." of course, the cat resented the remark and i kinda thought it was a compliment, i mean mountain lions are pretty bad ass, they will tear your ass up! he had no problem the rest of the way, chilling at the airport bar while my family enjoyed an adult beverage. i mean how many cats can say they've been to a bar!!! (and I'm not talking about eating out of a bar's trashcan!)
anyway despite my paranoia and constant opening and closing of the zipper on the plane to touch and make sure he was still alive (so much so that it prompted my sis to say "stop or you ll break the zipper") he did pretty well.
it was the way back where he really enacted his revenge. he refused to take any of the roofie! even when i tried to force feed it to him, i mean dont get me wrong hes a strong cat, fighting for his life he thinks....man it didn't end pretty for me. i was covered in scratches and more than that i knew i had gotten him worked up which killed me bc i knew he was gonna get even further worked up on the plane. well as soon as i tried to take him out of that carrier, he spread his four paws in the four corners of the carrier and held on for dear life....when i did finally get him out, i literally looked like one of those cartoons that has the cat attached to her head! he was not happy! and to make matters worse the damn security guards were sooo witty, "so did you sedate that thing?" wtf do you think I'm wearing the fucker like a hat!! i mean isn't it obviously that we are both pretty stressed and could do without the overtly snide comments...
well he got on the plane and got home and then went promptly to my parents bed and fell asleep for a few hours, jet lag or whatever you call it in the cat world. i don't think he'll be traveling for awhile...but who knows he might have already booked an int'l flight!
whats my problem
so back in the day, and by that i mean just last may (2009) i was totally jazzed and ready to move off to some foreign land in another state or country or anywhere that i could get a job. not only was i ready to move i was thrilled to do it.
fast forward 8 months and im sitting on the cusp of possibly that. although i am currently employed in what i would consider an "ok" job, earning what i would consider a "decent" salary, i have still been papering the country-side with applications. i have recently had a few interviews and one which i have scheduled for jan 22 in nyc.
so im here in sa thinking, why havent i booked my flight? whats wrong with me that now afterall the talk and the gaunlet ive thrown down i dont want to go? ill admit im scared. it would be starting over again. i am 27, not old by any standard (atleast i hope) but old enough to know that by now i want a savings account, i want a house, i want a circle of close friends, i want a family one day. starting over in a new city certainly doesnt proclude that by any means but it just seems like nyc was what i was using to run away. it was running away trying to forget things and one particular person that remained back in texas. i could start fresh, reinvent, find myself in a new way.
in these past 8months since graduation, i think have reinvented, i think i have challenged and found myself, i think i have left that person in the past. is this why nyc doesnt hold the same appeal? i no longer have the rose colored glasses that i once held and now see it as inpractical decision, especially financially.
the benefit to moving there would be obviously to work at a health department, somethign i think would be great for my career. there aint no health department like a manhattan one :) but i know next to noone there, some friends from college i havnet spoken to in years and dont even feel comfortable enough to call up for a room to spend the night. in texas i have friends, friends i would do anything for and who would likely do the same for me. i have the prospect of love, although entirely premature and not the reason i would stay, it is a consideration....
i thought blogging would help clear my head and to be honest it helps. it seems ive self-sabotaged bc flight prices keep goign up which only furthers my rationale against it...something is holding me back. i dont want to be a coward and not go just bc i know noone there because i think i could make a life for myself anywhere, im just weary of what i leave behind....
please feel free to comment and let me knwo what you think, thanks for letting me get this off my chest.
fast forward 8 months and im sitting on the cusp of possibly that. although i am currently employed in what i would consider an "ok" job, earning what i would consider a "decent" salary, i have still been papering the country-side with applications. i have recently had a few interviews and one which i have scheduled for jan 22 in nyc.
so im here in sa thinking, why havent i booked my flight? whats wrong with me that now afterall the talk and the gaunlet ive thrown down i dont want to go? ill admit im scared. it would be starting over again. i am 27, not old by any standard (atleast i hope) but old enough to know that by now i want a savings account, i want a house, i want a circle of close friends, i want a family one day. starting over in a new city certainly doesnt proclude that by any means but it just seems like nyc was what i was using to run away. it was running away trying to forget things and one particular person that remained back in texas. i could start fresh, reinvent, find myself in a new way.
in these past 8months since graduation, i think have reinvented, i think i have challenged and found myself, i think i have left that person in the past. is this why nyc doesnt hold the same appeal? i no longer have the rose colored glasses that i once held and now see it as inpractical decision, especially financially.
the benefit to moving there would be obviously to work at a health department, somethign i think would be great for my career. there aint no health department like a manhattan one :) but i know next to noone there, some friends from college i havnet spoken to in years and dont even feel comfortable enough to call up for a room to spend the night. in texas i have friends, friends i would do anything for and who would likely do the same for me. i have the prospect of love, although entirely premature and not the reason i would stay, it is a consideration....
i thought blogging would help clear my head and to be honest it helps. it seems ive self-sabotaged bc flight prices keep goign up which only furthers my rationale against it...something is holding me back. i dont want to be a coward and not go just bc i know noone there because i think i could make a life for myself anywhere, im just weary of what i leave behind....
please feel free to comment and let me knwo what you think, thanks for letting me get this off my chest.
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