Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Now, I am a child of the '80's... I remember Rainbow Bright quite well, and while I was flattered in a way by the comment, I didn't resemble Rainbow Bright in any way... I turn beat red, and tell Bess, "I'm going to the car." My way back to the car was an adventure all in itself. Cars honked, people waved, and children screamed in excitement. One couple walked past my car (while I was sitting inside) and actually paused, stared, and walked away. I was mortified. I called Anita and proudly said, "I feel like a retard." Anita laughed, and I did too. On to the party we go.
Varis wore a bathrobe brown in color, with flip flops and a long wig. Right as we're about to walk out the door, he says, "Tina, cut my hair real quick." I would like to say, for the record, that I should be a hair stylist. I simply took the wig in a handful, and cut below my fingers. Varis's wig then took on a "Victoria Beckham" type look. Short in the back, longer in the front, slanted ever so slightly. It was beautiful. It was a moment... :)
The party was fun. We got home around 10, which was early, but I was tired of being Linda Carter, and everyone else was tired of their new identities. That was my moment. If I can track down someone at the party who took all the pictures, they will be soon to come..
Love you all! :)
now...on to more important things. i'm addicted to this stuff:
to me, bangor means the mall, the mall means victoria's secret, victoria's secret means me buying 5 new pairs of underwear. what you see before you is one hundred dollars worth of "girl boxers." since matt is the only one who ever sees them (similar laundry schedule) and he usually makes some playground "eww..." comment, i decided to share my collection with you. enjoy!
halloween pictures to come.
oh, and just in case you were wondering what i look like today, i guess it has been a while:
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Because of working so much, I had failed to buy a Halloween costume. I had a few ideas, all of which I'll share, but I just had been rushing around so much that I never made it to purchase anything. Needless to say also, money was another large issue in my costume crisis. I even went as far as to google home-made costume ideas. None of which proved worthy of my expectations. I had hoped to be one of the following: a devil (who even knows why I picked that), an angel (I really just wanted to wear the wings...) a witch, or a gangster. I think the reason why the majority of my costume picks circled around angels, devils & witches was a deeper rooted issue. Mom never let me even fathom the possibility of being a witch or devil out of jest. My childhood costumes consisted of fairies, Princess Leia, cheerleaders, old ladies (which was one of my favorites that we used Mammaw's moo-moo and Betty Doofle's wig), Rose from Titanic, etc. All were fictitious or playful characters, but none centered around witches or anything along that line. Even though it was to be playful and not malicious, it was still never allowed. I was leaning seriously towards an angel or a gangster this year, but with it being so close to Halloween, I had given up the prospects of finding anything decent this year.
I had come home and was (oddly enough) watching an old horror movie on AMC while talking to Anita on the phone. Anita had said, "Tina, let me call you back, I have to run in somewhere and as soon as I leave I'll call you back." "Ok Anita," I said to her and myself as I continued to watch Halloween 2. The house was quiet, which is very unusual being as there is several guys that live here. Normally I hear football games, pots and pans clanging, or occasional high-fives and "YES" being yelled in the background. But, I still paid it no attention. Suddenly, the door to the room flies open, and in walks Kiel in a Ghostbusters costume. He played the part well, freakishly well. He had the whole ensemble. Even the equipment designated for a Ghostbuster that was hanging like a backpack on his back.
This was alarming on so many levels, be it as Halloween is several days away. Yet, I said nothing and stared in astonishment. He then takes on hand from behind his back and hands me an odd looking costume. I see brightly colored patterns, symbols, and colors. He says to me, "You didn't have time to go shopping, so I got you this.....
This is the exact picture of the costume on the bag he handed me. Now while I do not have the boobs to meet the expectations of the costume, and it will never ride that low on my chest anyway, I began laughing hysterically. I completely lost it when he interrupted my laughter and said, "The only problem is, it's missing it's tiara and the gauntlets meant for your wrists... Target was a mad-house.. I think someone must have swiped them..." I really couldn't contain myself now... Just then, my phone rings, and I see it's Anita. I'm still laughing when I answer. Anita says, "Are you still laughing from Granddaddy's freaky day?" (which is a story for another time..) "No Anita, I'm laughing because Kiel just ran into the room dressed as a GhostBuster and handed me a Wonder Woman costume..." Anita then begins laughing... It was, indeed, a moment.
So, this year, it has been decided for me. As fate would have it, I will be Wonder Woman, accompanied by a GhostBuster. As I thought about it more, I realized it was actually quite fitting. The past year has been trying, to say the least as all of you know. My year has been filled with turmoil, Mammaw's funeral, Dad and Mom's display at the funeral as well as there all around behavior, Brown Recluse Spider Bites, and only more disappointments from there. There has been its share of good as well. My family this past Christmas, getting to know Donna Jean and Curtis, buying a car with the help of Anita, and watching us all become closer despite the loss of Mammaw. It hit me all of the sudden when I remembered Anita's comment on Jessica's blog for "AHHHH". "Doing the right thing is hard, but it does pay off eventually." Wonder Woman does the right thing, despite her faults. It was almost like God was whispering to me, "Keep doing the right thing, even though it's hard." While it may be odd that a flashy Wonder Woman costume made me think of this, it's still what I thought. Never in a million years would I have thought to be Wonder Woman. But it was interesting how it played out.
Just thought I would share my odd moment... haha. I expect to see pictures of everyone's Halloween experiences and costumes... :)
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
in class we discussed eric schlosser's chapters of fast food nation that expose the meatpacking industry for the horror show that it really is. my students were all over this (after some teacherly prodding), but they just couldn't get over one particular story from the text.
in describing chicago's packingtown of the 1960's, schlosser mentions one incident in which an employee fell into a vat of some sort and was made into lard which was then sold to unknowing customers. jason (loved him from day one, strict mainer in every sense of the word) raised his hand after his classmate references this incident.
"yes, jason," i said, waiting for the brilliance that would surely follow.
he began slowly with furrowed brow, "i'm just wondering...are you made into lard, or is it more like chunks of man in my lard? i'm not really familiar with lard myself."
the entire class, including me and pat, lost it. i then attempted to answer his question by explaining that since customers didn't know, i would doubt the "chunks of man" theory. however, not being familiar with lard either, i then began to conjecture about a straining process that would remove the "chunks" and the discussion degenerated from there. another student chimed in with, "would your clothes become lard too?" again, i referenced my ridiculous (read: completely made up) straining. we laughed all the way through the rest of class anytime another wayward student tried to make a point along the lines of, "it's better than being made into lard!" hilarious.
fast forward two hours when i go to talk to pat about what she witnessed and what she thought. first question: "who was the guy by the window in the red..." my answer: "oh...that's jason." her response: "oh, i absolutely loved him. right right right."
me too, pat. me too.
btw, she said the students were serious but not scared. love it. she also said that for a class period after an "i'm disappointed in you" lecture, they were surprisingly upbeat and willing to participate.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
i found your entry and decided to read through it and do the editing that you, no doubt, would have done yourself if given the opportunity. i corrected the title and kept moving. i got hung up at your self-depricating paranthetical confession but realized the claim was unfounded and moved on. i resisted the urge to respell "fricken" to the more widely accepted "friggin'" but decided that, alas, neither are probably anywhere near the oed and will, for that reason, not be held against us. i realized the erroneous spelling of "napoleon" actually lended more to the comedic effect and thus revised my previous revision to your title. after much overthinking, it dawned on me that i was doing just that. what i failed to recognize is that this blog entry (and every other) is not a 101 paper. we are not advancing claims or proving theses. there are no supporting points or bits of analyzed evidence from some nobler text. additionally, i came to the conclusion that while i might not really be helping my students, who are still determined to fail each of their papers and my class en toto, they are helping me. and not in a mr. holland's opus way, in a "never let go" titanic way. you see (silly awkward 101 metaphor ahead, save yourself now), my students are on the door floating in the icy water. i, poor but strikingly handsome and shabby chic, have attempted to show them the world outside their dorm rooms, i have drawn them pretty pictures and given them a voice. in return, they climb up on the door and say the things i need to hear. things like "i am going to take this draft more seriously" and "i know what i've been doing wrong." as soon as i get excited, they let me go. let my icy body slip below the surface of the water. thanks, kids. thanks a lot. so...you may ask what this has to do with the blog or life in general, but i think what it really boils down to is a girl on the edge. on monday i returned 11 failing papers and asked them to resubmit on wednesday. they are on the door, holding my hand. and i'm hopeful. tomorrow at noon, i will know whether i have a chance of making it into the boat. also, and this is just a little thing (read: really big thing), pat is observing my class tomorrow for the first and possibly only time. your timing, pat, is perfect. bring popcorn.
my classroom looks nothing like this.
oh, and, my students are certainly not doing that horrible gasping sob when they let go of my hand. that's for sure.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
i don't want to give away my super sweet costume choice, but i will tell you what i have rejected.
i have rejected dressing as the wicked witch of the west, even with the offer of one of those creepy flying monkeys.
i have rejected dressing as hera, even with the offer of my very own zeus.
(we would have both worn slightly more)
i have rejected dressing as a pirate, even with the offer of my very own cross-dressed wench.
(have you picked up on the fact that matt wanted to do a group thing? i say group b/c we both openly refuse the "couple" word.)
luckily, we got over ourselves and we are now dressing quite independently of one another. i think he's going to be winnie the pooh, which is just a little too close to reality, if you ask me. and there is no way in hell that i am dressing like anything resembling a pig or a tiger, so he's out of luck.
hopefully the pictures from the halloween party will be to your liking. :)
My back doesn't hurt anymore... :)
Oh, in response to Amanda's Halloween inquiry: here's what we might be fore Halloween. (For those of you who don't know) Kiel's roommate Von (who is very tall and large) is going to be dead Tupac Shakur; Varis is going to be Dr. Dre, Torrence (Varis's cousin) is going to be Snoop Dog, Kiel is going to be Eminem, and I would be Kim Mathers. However, we might abort that idea and I just might be an angel. Who knows. But that's my idea... I think Amanda should be a 30's Gangster. That would be hot...
Lemme know what you decide for your costume Manda.
Hello all. I'm having a moment, so every one run with it. I am sharing in the tiredness of Jessica. I got off work a few hours ago and my back is killing me in a very real way. Perhaps I have disrupted a nerve, or maybe I have a ruptured disk... All in all, my back is on fire. I know I sound a little whiny, but I just had to say it. Plus, I think I'm losing vision in my left eye, but only when I drive at night. Maybe it's time that I follow the doctor's instructions by wearing those glasses he gave me all those years ago. The Grubbs' Vision Emparement has taken over... Not to mention, I came home and began the oddesy that is the laundry pile, cooked dinner, washed dishes and cleaned the room. I am exhausted. The best part is: it all starts over again tomorrow morning.
Adulthood is overrated...
Love you Manda, Jessie, Nita, Theresa, Kevin, Donna Jean, Curtis, Trav, Granddaddy & everybody else.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Bananas #4011.... :) Wish me luck and keep me in your prayers!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
i'm not paying for heat, but that's good, because i'm not getting any either! i mean, don't get me wrong, it's right there and i'm sure it works, but that's as far as our relationship extends. the lack of heat combined with my lack of pajamas (they are binding! and there are scientific studies that show that people sleep better when they are not bound in such ways. i don't argue with science.) anyway, the lack of heat combined with my lack of pajamas makes for some interesting mornings in which i curse myself, maine weather, cold sheets and alarm clocks that are across the room. mind you, it's not quite cold enough to have the heat on all the time, so little miss has not really bothered to call the landlord about this pilot light business. well, today i asked our resident mainer if he could show me how to do it. he is not so convinced he can handle it, but he is convinced that i am crazy for not having turned it on before now. it was then when i started evaluating my situation. "oh yeah, i turned my on last week" they tell me in my office. really? really? it's not that cold at all. what could be the difference between their environment and mine? ah...yes...it's all coming together now. i've been trying to fulfill a generations old dream of "fifty, if it'll go!" that said, i'm not even close. right now it's seventy. no heat. very nice, i think. it's when it dips down to sixty-five, sixty that i really start questioning my sanity. but...alas, i think i will call the landlord tomorrow. after class and such. nope, i won't either. class gets out at 7:30pm and they will be long gone. well, thursday! mmm...maybe not...eh, i'm not worried. if ninety year old women can survive at fifty, then i'm sure i can too! better chilled and preserved than asphyxiated. i hate gas heat. my new nemesis. alright, i'm back to 101 planning. stop thinking about me naked!
UPDATE: the maintenance man has been to the apartment and the heat is rolling. it's quite lovely. my sheets are no longer painfully cold. good news :)
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Almost a month ago, I went canoeing (the spell check keeps stopping me on that one but not offering any other suggestions.. You all get the drift) in the Dismal Swamp in Gates County, NC. Kiel and I drove out there one Saturday afternoon. Now me, I'm picturing a beautiful clear lake with lovely scenery. When we got there, I asked Kiel, "How did you hear about this place?" Kiel's response was, "Bull told me about it." That should have been my first warning sign. "Bull" as he is known to his friends, is Kiel's soccer buddy. His real name is Thomas, but for some odd reason everyone calls him Bull. He even has "Bull" tattooed to the side of his neck. For the longest time, I thought that was his real name until I inquired one day and I learned the truth. But, I digress.
We pull up, and I see nothing but trees and a log cabin.. Off in the distance is a Porter Pottie, and then I see the canoes hanging up on posts. We get to the place where we have to pay, and it's only two dollars to canoe around for how ever long you wish. This should have been my second warning sign. We get a canoe and we start following the other people to the "Launch Area". Still, there is no sign of water. A man hands us life jackets, and then that's when I spotted it. A LARGE sign catches my eye. It reads "DO NOT FEED THE ALIGATORS. DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH THE ALIGATORS. DO NOT MAKE SUDDEN MOVEMENTS IN THE PRESENSE OF AN ALIGATOR. PADDLE ON!!" I am alarmed, and I tell Kiel about the sign. He reads it and says, "Where are we???" Well put Kiel, well put. Third warning sign...
We reach the launch site, and all at once my fears are confirmed. The water is a thick green color. Not just slightly green, but algae, pond skum green. My heart begins to race, and I immediately start telling Kiel, "We can't fall in..." He laughs, and launches me in the water.
Now keep in mind, I have never canoed before. NEVER, not once in my life.
We launch ourselves, and begin paddling. We were supposed to be following the orange markers in the water. However, Kiel had other plans. "Let's go this way.." he said as we paddled off the path we were supposed to follow. We had a cooler of Gatorade and Nabs.. Maybe 6 of each. I kept this in the back of my mind as we paddled. This is when I noticed that I didn't see land ANYWHERE. The water stretched for as far as I could see. Scary trees lurked over the water and patches of lilypads were all we saw in the distance. Everything looked the same. This was the beginning of losing our way.
Two hours pass.... NO SIGHT of any other canoers. I looked at Kiel and said, "I think we're lost Kiel.." "No, we're not lost. We have to go back that way to get back to the launching sight. I'm positive." Kiel says. Another hour passes. We paddled in circles for almost 4 hours I think. We passed two men fishing at a point, and asked them which way was back to the launching sight. They stared at us in a very curious way, almost as if we looked appetizing...There facial expressions alarmed me. They looked at us and pointed in the direction of where we came from. "It's back that way." (insert extreme country accents in the response) All I could hear in my mind was the theme song from Deliverance. It was scary. Kiel looked at me and said, "Ok we're not going that way." The sun was frying our skin. With no shade in sight, all we could do was try to paddle back to where we came from. I pictured a scene from Lake Placid. A giant aligator was going to engulf our canoe and swallow us whole. My mind was beginning to race. Right then Kiel spoke up and said, "Save whatever is left in the cooler.. We might need it." This comforted me little at best. I then began to invision us on the cover of People Magazine. "Couple found in the Dismal Swamp after two day Search. Survived on Nabs, Gatorade and lilypad roots."
We paddled for another thirty minutes until finally we saw the markers again. I said a quick prayer of thanks and breathed a sigh of relief. We put the canoe back where it belonged and headed back to the car. It was starting to get dark. We sat in the car for a minute to digest the events of the afternoon. Kiel looked at me and said, "I didn't want to say anything, but I didn't think we were going to find our way back. No wonder people just disappear in the Dismal Swamp. Everything looks the same!" I knew he had been thinking it the whole time, but that's a man for you. Never the first to admit at being lost or expressing worry.
That's how we almost died in the Dismal Swamp.... FYI- Don't go to Gates County to canoe.... More adventures are sure to come. I love you all and I miss you Manda, Jessie and Travis! :)
Monday, October 8, 2007
i have also started working for the Office of Safety and Security on campus, as a shuttle driver and a dispatcher (15 hours a week and 21 hours a week starting after fall break! yeehaw!)
well, as if that were not enough... i decided to work for the Pioneer Catering Service on campus. So, this past Friday and Saturday were our Crimson Celebration for homecoming. Friday I spent 7 or 8 hours driving around a golf cart with a flatbed on the back full of baked beans, steaks, chicken, potato salad, macaroni salad, soda, tossed salad, a bucket of dressings that kept spilling, etc, etc, etc... these things had to be taken from the kitchen at the cafeteria down to the big top tent in the middle of campus for dinner... it was amazingly fun and i got paid to drive around a golf cart... it was a lot of work too though... i was so tired afterwards and my feet hurt like big dogs and my calves were sore too... haha. but anyways, i had a great time and i can't wait for another banquet so i can do it again...
(the cart was just like this one only it didn't have the rail all the way around the back... haha [the result however was only ONE pan of baked beans all over the parking lot- other than that the only casualty was a field hockey corner flag but that's a whole different story :)])
oh yea, just so you know... all ya'll in VA--> I'll be seeing you on Friday afternoon/night. Fall Break is October 15th and 16th which is this Monday and Tuesday coming up, so I am skipping class on Friday to come home for the long weekend. (I just wish Mandi could be there too...)
Saturday, October 6, 2007
"and, like, such as"
good thing she went on the today show to clear everything up. the difference between this girl and the today show cast is that the reporters have actually said something coherent in their lifetime. "yes, definitely."
oh...this is good stuff!
"well, my friends and i know exactly where the u.s. is on maps" (she must have my shower curtain too!)
good luck with those academic goals there, katlyn :)
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
I got to church early to do some last minute little things. There were a few other people there too. So we're talking and I'm working and I ended up in the back of the youth house - of course by now everything is not looking exactly how it really is - when in walks Keifer Sutherland. So yea I'm surprised but he starts just talking to me like we know each other. Come to find out way back in the day we did. In fact we may even be related! The connection is Kentucky and we talk laugh interact - no big deal. So then all the sudden Tom Cruise joins to group. We continue talking and even reminiscing (sp?) - very weird at this point - and of course we tell them about the scavenger hunt and they want to go. I don't know why but I guess we still had plenty of time before everyone would be there so we - me, Keifer, Tom and several others - head out back to the camper. So we hang and talk just like everything's normal. And then I fall asleep. I think we all fell asleep. All the sudden I woke up and realized it was after 7:30!! So we ran out and saw that everyone had arrived for youth group but they were just milling around with no concern. I was thinking there is just no way we still have time for the scavenger hunt but I kept saying Kiefer Sutherland and Tom Cruise are here. Meanwhile, I hear music playing in the youth house and then I'm told it's Josh's group playing. Right around there is when the dream ended. Bizarre. No late eating. No Entertainment Tonight or anything similar. Definitely bizarre. Any ideas?