This One Time, When I Was Going to get Married...

Update in the News Section.

Put the Lime in the . . . Liquor

It was a pretty uneventful day at work for the most part, especially since I wasn't supposed to be here today.
Who can complain about extra money when they just bought almost 40$ of pizza and such the night before? The tiramisu was so strong I almost swear it was laced with Kahlua.

Anyway.

Aside from the normal explaining to people I am the business center, not the business office/accounting. Today I ended up going above and beyond the call of duty. I helped inventory liquor that came in for an event a day early. The driver almost forgot to mention that the Fransican Napa was left at the office since the label was messed up. I didn't think that the staff here at the hotel would be so gratified that I was helping out.

And it's locked up, so no Jim Beam for j00.
Thankyouverymuchandhavagoodday.

First We Put On Our Shoes . . .

Yay.
I'm sure I'll get over the smell of novelty in a couple of months.
Anyway.

Bare minimum of details, because everything makes sense in context and I don't really think it matters at this point who I impress as long as I don't get complacent.

The world is an aggravating and facinating place and it makes sense to very few people. Most people get by on accepting the quirks and rolling with the punches to go after self-fullfillment. Let's try to go a step beyond that, people. Go for an active sense of curiosity and harmony rather than playing dodgeball when you see that blur coming for the midsection.

On that note.

On Books: Shortened for your pleasure and convenience to a seperate post.

On Reading: Shortened for your pleasure and convenience to a seperate post.

I'll add more later, I'm getting bored with trying to catch the tendrils of my thoughts.

KI out.

Post Recovery:1

I tried pressing an orchid this past week. The hotel has them in the bathroom, and one of the blooms slipped off. It was so pretty I wanted to save it. A couple petals are still pretty, but its a pinkish white now instead of pink and paper thin. I feel a little sad that I couldn't have done better, albeit that an orchid is way too curly to press properly.

Post Recovery:8

John, dont know if you remember, but I was going to go to AAI too aftere finishing up one year at MTSU. Instead I went to FS in Orlando with my then fiancee. We figured up the cost/time and despite the huge lump sum it was for the degree there, it would be better than spending four or whatever years in Atlanta.

Got done there, went home for two months, family drove me crazy and I moved to Fl w/then-fiancee's family. I tried for over a whole year to get a gaming job ... I even got a postcard from Blizzard. No bites. Not even an interview. I made two demo reels.

When it came down to it, I was still sending out reels and working at WalMart so I could be independent still of family back in TN. CAshier, customer service, pharmacy.. then that brings me to this spring having worked 14 months for WalMart (damn them to hell).

I lucked up on an audio visual company that loves me enough to set me up with suits and overtime now and then and is closer to home. I work inside of a five diamond resort by the Atlantic ocean.

I still have my car, and I swear, I'm slowly fighting my way up the salary ladder to come up profit instead of loss every month. This was the first month since we moved into our apartment last September.

I feel lucky I'm actually in a postition where I can move to use my degree. Working at WalMart and dealing with people on Medicaid... it made me afraid I wasted so much money and time. I dont feel like a piece of leather stretch over a drum frame ready to snap in pieces.

I love my job, and my chances look good, but at the end of the day- I want to be home quicker than I can get off the job to be with my husband. That is what is important to me. If I come to some moderate sucess later in life, that's kinda cool. But I want to be a good wife first that can clearly recall when she was 21 and walked with her husband in the twilight talking about going to Ireland, the Quinalt Rainforest, Scotland, and taking up fencing one day.

Life is too short to waste on work and tiny ass apartments. Its good to dream and waste your day with someone you love. Go and kiss your wife, John. Friends and love are more important.

Post Recovery:2

On my drive to work I saw a motorcylce (one of the ones with the hardcase panniers on the back) in front of me. It looked like he/she had a small blond girl seated behind judging from the blond hair whipping in the sea breeze.
Then a flash of red catches my eye- a deep red ... stole or cape?? Curiosity drive me closer.
Lo. A christmas Miss Piggy was securely fastened onto the rear fender of the motorcycle, cheerily bobbing and smiling across A1A.
Dumbfounding and hilarious.

Post Recovery:7

"So here I am, this college graduate with no job, hanging out in our apartment all day playing free games online instead of being intelligent and/or productive, getting fatter by the second, and still wishing I’d had more friends in high school. " [Quoted from what will be an unnamed source (okay I used to go to school w/them)]

Gee, I have no idea what that means.

And I realize, with that in mind, I had DEPLORABLE taste in music until I met my husband. Who introduced me to Jude, INXS, Coldplay, SEven Nations, Extreme, Jimmy Page and Robert Plant... I used to like techno and Celine Dion and thought that I listened to the Matrix soundtrack was hot stuff. bleh.

Post Recovery:6

I still cut up the 6 pack thingies on canned stuff.. that is until we stopped buying sodas because it was too expensive. Then because my husband can't have anything with artifical flavors in it.
Then we found out that aluminum can be linked to alhteimers?
When will the madness end? Can I just die from age without thinking of limiting what I consume just because corporations want to serve me candy in margartia glasses edged in cyanide?

Post Recovery:3

So moving from Orlando to back home in Erin... if it didn't fit in what I realized was my depressingly small Ford Escape, it was either given away, thrown away, or sold. Period.
I was stupid.
Moving down to Orlando, my fiancee, his friend (our roomate for a year), and myself rented a Uhaul. A disaster of an expereince in and of itself- and cost 800$. Ew. However, if was a small thrid world country inside. Score. It was a diesel guzzling air killer. Ew. I wasn't old enough to drive it so said roomie did. Score. It didn't go faster than 58 miles per hour the entire trip. Booo.
So we didn't want to repeat that.

I ended up selling some of my less endeared paperbacks for spare change avowing to repurcase them later in hardback. I still haven't and feel slightly bummed by it. Despite the fact I dont have a bookshelf now and all books are in a closet or in the back of said suv. I feel like a betrayer to these books. Or like a pimp-in the non-fashionable way.

I also kick myself for tossing my fountain and a statue of a wolf my mother gave me. Fountain is no longer made by homemedics and statue... was cute and hell if I know where to get one again.

I hate our apartment. I hate the people who live in our complex. I hate the architect who designed the deceiving and alluring facades. I wish bad things on that establishment-after I move this fall. And it will get a bad review on forrent.com

Post Recovery:5

I love Johnny [Depp]... but I don't think I want to see this trainwreck. Tim has always been a talented guy.. but this is like merging Nightmare before Christmas with Chocolat. I dont think we're drugged enough to go with that.

Oh yes, and whomever cut that trailer and chose the music needs to be SHOT. Before he produces offspring and contaiminates the gene pool.

Post Recovery:4

Good dead artist song - Let Your Shoulder Fall Matthew Jay
http://star-ecentral.com/music/sleeve/notes.asp?file=archives/sleeve/2003/10/1/MatthewJay&date=10/1/2003
Can't find the original link I had off VH1 or MTV.

JUDE!!!!!
I thought I heard my husband saying something about a new album. Unsure- he could have been looking for one. He takes to browsing around on the Apple Music store sometimes and has me listen to clips of awesome music and we don't buy. Damn tease.