Sleeping rather soon...

It is Christmas Eve...scratch that...it is now Christmas Day. I am going to crash quite soon, but I thought I would do some writing first.

*If one more pop-ad comes up while I am typing.. I think I will scream..*

Lately, it seems like days are dragging by and speeding by at the same exact time. Have you ever had that sensation, dear reader? Time is just rushing by way too quickly for my taste..but while I am going through my day, it seems to drag by.. odd, and VERY hard to describe~

Tonight, at 6:00, the dungeon was officially closed for the only day out of the year that it does so. WOOT! My schedule for the next week totally rocks, I must say. I have tomorrow off, (of course,) work Friday.. and then I have the weekend off. I work Monday-Wednesday, and then have Thursday off. Rock on!

I am so sleepy.. I should crash into my four poster comfy bed behind me very soon.

I did hear from Josh a few days ago, FINALLY! I've been trying to call him and text him for a few weeks.. and I finally got a few (rather disturbing) texts from him. But, at least I know he's alive and able to respond if I bug him enough. I really hope I get to see him on his visit home. We have had our reunion evening planned out for months!! (For you readers that don't know.. Josh is my best friend of over 18 years, and he has served several years in Iraq. He's an awesome guy, and keeps my faith in the opposite sex sometimes lol.

I am getting sleepier with every keystroke, so I think I will sign off for the night..

Peace.

Again..

I must vent my frustrations out about my computer.

I apologize.

But.. my computer might be an untimely end by being attacked by a manicure tool. Or by sudden impact on the icy interstate just a few houses from where I now sit, fighting with the stupid thing to do the simplest tasks such as checking my e-mail, blogging, or checking on MaryKay orders..

*Insert frustrated, going insane scream here*

There. Isn't this the part where I am supposed to feel a bit better?

It didn't work.

Any other ideas, dear reader? What would be some creative ways to take out my frustrations out against this computer, which is clearly the spawn of evil?

Rock It!

I absolutely MUST share with you my newest music addiction, dear readers!

In recent months, I have become a 'Drake & Josh' television addict. I absolutely LOVE that show, it has moved it's way to the top two of my favorite shows. (Only topped by M*A*S*H, of course. Actually..more like they are tied for the number one spot,but...anywhoodle.)

Yes, Yes.. I am fully aware that I am watching a Nickelodeon show, rated Y7, and I am 24 years old. But have you ever SEEN that show?? It's more hilarious than many, many of the adult sitcoms that I've seen. The humor is great, and it isn't filled with countless adult references, violence and all that stuff that laces things meant for adults to enjoy. It's refreshing. So there. I challenge you to catch an episode, (or twelve.)

Onward.

Drake Bell is on that show, and he does a lot of singing/song writing/guitar playing on the show. And he's good.

And he is my newest music addiction. If I was a pre-teen girl, and the show had just come out, I admit I would have the biggest crush on him and I'm pretty sure my walls be plastered with posters and pictures from TeenBop magazine.(Do they still even make that thing??) Alas, my era was Hanson and Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears and Christina Aquilira. (People's debuts that today's teens would not even remember!)But no, I have a perfectly nice, innocent adult liking of his music.

Check it out. I included a link to a few of his songs on playlist.com for your listening pleasure. My favorite Drake Bell song thus far is track 5, Golden Days... let me know what you think!

The Un-Balancing Act, Part 3, Spring Cleaning, and laptops

Okay, so today I was really motivated to start my spring cleaning (Who doesn't want to try to get spring here faster?)




I whipped through the bathroom like a hurricane, tossing out old bottles and organizing, cleaning and polishing. No problem. I was done with that room in less than an hour.

I opened the closet under the stairs, and it literally SUCKED all the time out of the rest of my day. I took EVERYTHING out, and managed to put enough things to the side for selling that I turned the closet into a little sewing room. (Little being the key word. It is just wide enough for my sewing table and the bench. However, long enough to fit all of my sewing notions in there, besides my maniquins.)

How exciting is that??



(well, for me anyway!)

Anyway, later in the afternoon, I was talking to one of my closer friends online, and thought I would get on Yahoo! answers to try to find her the answer of how to get into her crashed harddrive. Instead, I found the secret I have been looking for since 2005! In the spring of that year, I managed to lock myself out of my laptop because I forgot the password. Noone seemed to know how to get around that to let me back into my computer.

Noone. Many people I talked to said there was no way to get around it. My laptop was a paperweight now. (and it was for three years).



Another person actually suggested I should run over with my car. I really considered it too. Man, I'm glad I didn't follow through with that idea!

As of tonight, it is no longer a paperweight! I found a wise soul on Yahoo! Answers who gave me the simple directions that let me back into my laptop and regained my access to irreplaceable files.

YEAH!!!!



Now, for the sobering news in my hunt for better employment.

I also contacted the North Liberty Library today, and was given a similiar answer to those that I had gotten from Coralville and Iowa City. In order of consideration of any paying job there, I must have education behind me and experience. However, until then, I can volunteer.

But wait, I can't. Volunteers don't get money, and the bills require it.

I could always do what Roseanne and Dan did on their show when they were strapped for cash. Send the phone bill to the electric company, the electric bill to the gas company, and so on...

I CANNOT work for Wal-Mart for another two years, at least!! I just can't. I think my remaining shreds of sanity will be destroyed way before then.



To end my day wonderfully, I also got to hold a long conversation via phone with my wonderful boyfriend. Yeah!! That man makes me so very happy! 35 minutes of full, actual conversation (and plenty of 'I love you's'!). I can't wait to see him once more.

So, that was my day, in a (longish) nutshell...

Dear readers.. Tell me your thoughts, your crazy ramblings!

Are you as impatient for spring's arrival as I am?

What do you do to whittle away your time?

What's the last thing you found yourself doing a happy dance for? (mentally, if not physically?)

What should I do about my employment????

Don't forget the kudos and subscribing! You know those things on my writings make me so very happy!

Aquateen theme song...

ekkkk, they changed the Aquateen Hungerforce theme song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..... I love that show, but the theme song is so odd now... I hardly get to catch the show, so who knows when they really changed it..

Anyway, the first one was much MUCH better...

that is all, back to your regularly scheduled programming!

What a wonderful night...

I had the day off, and so slept in for the first time in I don't know how long. I woke up about noon, dealt with a few things around here and then talked to Marsha on the messenger a bit. About 3:00, I hopped in the shower. Around four, I went over to Jeff's. I missed him terribly after being apart for a few days. This week has been hellacious, but it has started to cool down. There is still things to worry about, and I do. But I don't want to.. I know it probably will all work out. I just worry to much I suppose...
Anyway..... We ended up going to Kirk and Marsha's, and then went to the video rental place. Never did I think that spending what feels like an eternity in a rental place would be fun. Jesus, I was ready to go after less then ten minutes. Kirk and Marsha took awhile finding what they wanted though.

We had a pleasant dinner of steaks and mashed potatoes. they were talking about different things through dinner, so I didn't get a chance to get any feedback on what I was going to bring up.. there is always another day though. After that, we watched a movie. i didn't catch the name, but it had to be the most boring movie on the planet. I'm not just being complainy today, Jeff thought so to. K&M wanted to watch V for Vendetta after that, but we headed home. it's freaking cold outside!!!

After we arrived back home, we curled up for a few minutes of television, then he went to the gas station. After he came back, we cuddled some more, and that led way to an amazing time! It was WOW.......

I started to fall asleep watching TV, so i came home. And now, forty-five minutes later I am typing this really boring description that doesn't do my day justice. Every moment together with Jeff is amazing and better then the moment before. I think I may try to spruce it up tomorrow. I should go off to bed now...

seana

Deadbeat Fathers

Deadbeat Fathers
I just rewatched an episode of Fresh Prince of Bel Aire that hits very close to home. Before you groan about the show, which I love, this is a very serious episode that makes me actually start to cry, especially with the ending scene. Before going any further, here's the episode recap:

Originally aired: Monday May 9, 1994 on NBC

Will's natural father shows up out of the blue. While Will is thrilled Phillip and Viv are suspicious. Spending a few fun days with his father, Will can't see him for what he really is and begins to believe in him again. After having a few fun times with Will his father has to hit the road again and promises he will be back for Will to go with him. When he leaves without Will, Will realizes that his uncle Phil is the real man in his life.

The script from the final scene that I found thankfully on Google that really makes it hit home because it is EXACTLY how I feel and describes my relationship with my own absent father, down the the number of years he was completely out of contact:

Will: Hey, you no what, you ain't got to do nothing, uncle Phil. You kow, ain't like I'm still five years old, you know? Ain't like I'm be sitting every night asking my mom "when's daddy coming home," you know? Who need's 'em? Hey, he wasn't there to teach me how to shoot my first basket, but I learned it, didn't I? And I got pretty damn good at it too, didn't I, uncle Phil?
Phil: Yeah, you did.
Will: Got to do my first date without 'em, right? I learned how to ride, I learned how to shave, I learned how to fight without 'em. I had fourteen great birthdays without him; he never even sent me a damn card. THE HELL WITH HIM!! (pause) I didn't need 'em then I won't need 'em now.
Phil: Will,...
Will: No, you know what, uncle Phil? I'm get through college without him, I'm get a great job without him, I'm marry me a beautiful honey and I'm having a whole bunch of kids. I'm be a better father than he ever was. And I sure as hell don't need him for that, 'cause it ain't a DAMN THING HE CAN EVER TEACH ME ABOUT HOW LOVE MY KIDS! (long pause) How come he don't want me, man?


My father was, and is, a complete loser for me. I managed to have him off and on the first few years of my life, when he dropped off the planet it seemed. Fourteen years later, and two or three secretly mailed letters from myself to him during middle school, I got a letter from him saying 'time flies huh? I always MEANT TO call or write, but didn't have the chance.' Turns out that the same time I lost my father's attention and love, he remarried and two other little girls got the love from my father that was MINE. His wife (now ex) found my letters hidden in his drawer while doing some spur of the moment spring cleaning and told him he needed to contact me. That was six years ago, and our relationship has been sporadic at best. Last time I talked to him, I thought I would call him to tell him I was in a minor accident, and he didn't even ask if I was okay. All he said was 'well you learned a lesson didn't you'?

Yeah, I learned a lesson alright. I don't have my father's love, never have, and never will. My mom's ex fiancee was more of a father to me then my own ever was. My childhood best friend's father was more of a father to me, and my neighbor's father was.

But why am I denied my own father's love???