I must share this little dream here since I normally do not remember any dreams when I sleep. I wasn’t feeling well yesterday, so I went home early. I had a bit of ramen noodle, which is the epitome of lazy seeing as I had perfectly good chicken broth to use in the refrigerator. After having the ramen, I was so tired and just wanted to sleep.
Hence the dream: I remember chewing something- not gum…but had the substance/texture of gum. I was at home. All of a sudden I bit down on the substance, and one hears a loud crack! Broken tooth. I run up the stairs to the bathroom with the intention of spitting everything out and cleansing it with some salt water. For some reason, *this part I don’t understand* there were jail bars around the countertop area of my bathroom. At this point, for some reason I was still chewing on this gum-like substance when I remember breaking my back left molar. There was a door in the jail bars, which I opened up to get access to one of the sinks. I decided to do what any normal person would do- spit everything out. Something was wrong about it – I spit out all of the teeth from my lower jaw, and was spurting blood like *like I don’t know what spurts blood* and it just didn’t stop. I, being the mathematician I am, was counting the teeth as I spit them out...and there were definitely more that 16 that came out of my mouth. Odd thing was I don’t remember losing my upper teeth at all. Then I woke up with a slightly painful jaw.
I guess that the teeth mean I’m anxious about a big change…or that I need a new way of thinking about a problem to get past it. I’m a little confused on what the jail bars mean though.
Anyway, I only have one more day of work this week, which is very exciting. I think I need to give Happy car a wash, and a clean on the inside...it is starting to collect a lot of dirt.
Catch ya on the flip side.
Ack!
One- Last Thursday I went to the doctor for a physical…and hurray got a Tetanus shot. They tell you aww...it’ll only hurt for a little while. Bull-cookies. I must be the like one in hundred thousand who gets some stupid reaction that is outside the norm. Three days later, I am unable to lift my arm above my head without pain. Plus I have a wonderful red swollen *it looks like I am growing an orange off of my arm* parting gift where the nurse hit me with the needle. Needless to say, I am not a happy camper. Oh the sore throat doesn’t make life any better either.
It hit me today that my time is running out here. I really should get my ass in gear and ready for my big move. Hello!!! Wake up Theresa...all you have is a futon and a laptop. Happy- bought a new MacBook Pro. It is so sleek and wonderful. Yeah, I sing its praises. But that is off topic. I just feel very ill-prepared for this whole move. I suppose I just have an unhealthy outlook that I’ll bring everything with me...and *swish and flick* my apartment is nicely furnished, with every amenity I could ever dream off. Maybe I am just having trouble foreseeing what it is that I will want or need down there. Plus I don’t want to pack everything under the sun. I just feel out of sorts about the whole thing. Guess that means I should probably do something about that right??
Only 13 more days left of work!!!!
It hit me today that my time is running out here. I really should get my ass in gear and ready for my big move. Hello!!! Wake up Theresa...all you have is a futon and a laptop. Happy- bought a new MacBook Pro. It is so sleek and wonderful. Yeah, I sing its praises. But that is off topic. I just feel very ill-prepared for this whole move. I suppose I just have an unhealthy outlook that I’ll bring everything with me...and *swish and flick* my apartment is nicely furnished, with every amenity I could ever dream off. Maybe I am just having trouble foreseeing what it is that I will want or need down there. Plus I don’t want to pack everything under the sun. I just feel out of sorts about the whole thing. Guess that means I should probably do something about that right??
Only 13 more days left of work!!!!
Happy Update
Yeah, I figure I have had enough time to mull over my Texas trip and give a good *ie, not bouncing off the wall, hyperactive* post about everything.
First-> Jersey pride…Everyone knocks on Jersey about the smell...Jersey: the Garbage State. I think very few people have had the opportunity to drive in El Paso alongside Mexico. I pride myself in having spent time in several states, and I admit that Jersey does have its own brand of air. But sheesh, driving on I 10...that smell really takes the cake. It really takes the cake. So I don’t think anyone should say anything about Jersey until they have smelt that air straddling the US-Mexico border. With that taken care of, I should get on to more interesting topics.
The flight Wednesday evening was a little crazy. The weather wasn’t very helpful. Boarded the plane in Newark, pushed off from the gate, to only sit for 45 minutes before getting clearance to get off the ground to fly to Dallas. Thank goodness I stayed on the same plane for the connection to El Paso. I probably would not have made my connecting flight then. The first 3 hours were uneventful. On the leg from Dallas to El Paso, I made a friend- a lieutenant whose unit just moved from Ft. Bliss to Ft. Hood. It made the hour flight go by really quickly. I got the low down on El Paso and all of that jazz. Look at that, I made friends with someone in under an hour…I am amazed.
Got into El Paso at 10:30 ish at night. Yeah, that would be 12:30 eastern time. I had gotten up at 5:45 that day to get ready for work. I was running on fumes. Andrew picked me up at the airport, and we got some Sonic that really did a number on both of our stomachs. By the time we decided to hit the sack, it was very much after midnight. Such a long day.
Unfortunately, Andrew had to get up for PT and go to work Thursday. So I had Thursday to myself- spent some time in the morning heat outside, had a little breakfast, watched some World Cup Soccer, made lunch, read a book, watched the financial channel *I blame my father for the urge to watch financial news at any point in the day*. That evening, we headed out to the colonel’s home on post for what turned out to be a nice barbeque get-together. I met a whole bunch of people, whom I can’t possibly remember at the moment. It was a lot of fun. We left thinking we would catch a showing of Cars. Before the movie, I got a guided tour. When Andrew says it sucks out there...yeah, it really does. The tour tired both of us out, so we nixed the movie and went back to his apartment. We enjoyed the rest of the evening in.
Friday morning, we hit up the El Paso Zoo. It was fun. I managed to avoid getting sunburned, which was very happy. It was interesting to see how the animals dealt with the heat. We then hit up Andrew’s favorite restaurant for lunch, which was yummy. Spent the afternoon inside- and got ready for a little shindig later that evening. The party was fun- met another bunch of people. *Thank goodness Andrew didn’t try to quiz me on who was who...I would have failed miserably.* After the party, we stopped for some pizza and chilled out for the rest of the night.
Saturday was a somewhat sad day. We realized the time was no longer a friend. We met up for lunch with Andrew’s friend Atkins and his wife. Good conversation, some laughs, good food. Made a little pit-stop at the mall...then hit up the super-market for some supplies. I decided a while back that I would make dinner Saturday evening. After gathering up what I needed, I set to work. I made some homemade sauce and fried up some meatballs. Dinner was some yummy macaroni with meatballs. I packed up the leftovers- so Andrew has some yummy food for when he comes back from the field this week.
Sunday was rough, rough leaving. My flight got delayed for an extra hour, which gave us a bit of extra time. It was just really hard leaving. The entire trip just seemed to fall into place. I think those couple of days were some of the most fun, enjoyable, relaxing days for both of us. Everything just felt right- that is me speaking…although I’m pretty sure Andrew feels the same way. I don’t think I could have wished for a better beginning of a relationship. Now, we see where it takes us.
In other news- only a little while longer here at work. It feels surreal. Just keep getting more and more excited about it. Oh, my tomato plants all have tomatoes growing on them. I feel like a proud parent. Grow little tomatoes grow!! I can’t wait til they are ripe, and I can make fresh sauce or something like that. Ooo lala. Other than that, I am enjoying the warm weather, and some early leave times from work.
Catch ya on the flip side.
First-> Jersey pride…Everyone knocks on Jersey about the smell...Jersey: the Garbage State. I think very few people have had the opportunity to drive in El Paso alongside Mexico. I pride myself in having spent time in several states, and I admit that Jersey does have its own brand of air. But sheesh, driving on I 10...that smell really takes the cake. It really takes the cake. So I don’t think anyone should say anything about Jersey until they have smelt that air straddling the US-Mexico border. With that taken care of, I should get on to more interesting topics.
The flight Wednesday evening was a little crazy. The weather wasn’t very helpful. Boarded the plane in Newark, pushed off from the gate, to only sit for 45 minutes before getting clearance to get off the ground to fly to Dallas. Thank goodness I stayed on the same plane for the connection to El Paso. I probably would not have made my connecting flight then. The first 3 hours were uneventful. On the leg from Dallas to El Paso, I made a friend- a lieutenant whose unit just moved from Ft. Bliss to Ft. Hood. It made the hour flight go by really quickly. I got the low down on El Paso and all of that jazz. Look at that, I made friends with someone in under an hour…I am amazed.
Got into El Paso at 10:30 ish at night. Yeah, that would be 12:30 eastern time. I had gotten up at 5:45 that day to get ready for work. I was running on fumes. Andrew picked me up at the airport, and we got some Sonic that really did a number on both of our stomachs. By the time we decided to hit the sack, it was very much after midnight. Such a long day.
Unfortunately, Andrew had to get up for PT and go to work Thursday. So I had Thursday to myself- spent some time in the morning heat outside, had a little breakfast, watched some World Cup Soccer, made lunch, read a book, watched the financial channel *I blame my father for the urge to watch financial news at any point in the day*. That evening, we headed out to the colonel’s home on post for what turned out to be a nice barbeque get-together. I met a whole bunch of people, whom I can’t possibly remember at the moment. It was a lot of fun. We left thinking we would catch a showing of Cars. Before the movie, I got a guided tour. When Andrew says it sucks out there...yeah, it really does. The tour tired both of us out, so we nixed the movie and went back to his apartment. We enjoyed the rest of the evening in.
Friday morning, we hit up the El Paso Zoo. It was fun. I managed to avoid getting sunburned, which was very happy. It was interesting to see how the animals dealt with the heat. We then hit up Andrew’s favorite restaurant for lunch, which was yummy. Spent the afternoon inside- and got ready for a little shindig later that evening. The party was fun- met another bunch of people. *Thank goodness Andrew didn’t try to quiz me on who was who...I would have failed miserably.* After the party, we stopped for some pizza and chilled out for the rest of the night.
Saturday was a somewhat sad day. We realized the time was no longer a friend. We met up for lunch with Andrew’s friend Atkins and his wife. Good conversation, some laughs, good food. Made a little pit-stop at the mall...then hit up the super-market for some supplies. I decided a while back that I would make dinner Saturday evening. After gathering up what I needed, I set to work. I made some homemade sauce and fried up some meatballs. Dinner was some yummy macaroni with meatballs. I packed up the leftovers- so Andrew has some yummy food for when he comes back from the field this week.
Sunday was rough, rough leaving. My flight got delayed for an extra hour, which gave us a bit of extra time. It was just really hard leaving. The entire trip just seemed to fall into place. I think those couple of days were some of the most fun, enjoyable, relaxing days for both of us. Everything just felt right- that is me speaking…although I’m pretty sure Andrew feels the same way. I don’t think I could have wished for a better beginning of a relationship. Now, we see where it takes us.
In other news- only a little while longer here at work. It feels surreal. Just keep getting more and more excited about it. Oh, my tomato plants all have tomatoes growing on them. I feel like a proud parent. Grow little tomatoes grow!! I can’t wait til they are ripe, and I can make fresh sauce or something like that. Ooo lala. Other than that, I am enjoying the warm weather, and some early leave times from work.
Catch ya on the flip side.
Paying for it
I am not going to lie. I feel like crap today. Must be the higher power deciding to punish me for the enjoyable weekend I had.
Friday was an exciting day. I made a trip to IKEA, which is now officially my favorite place for random gadgets and furniture. To be honest, I do now know why all of a sudden I actually enjoy looking at furniture. It has always been a chore. I suppose the upcoming freedom that has inspired me so. But while I was perusing the merchandise, I found so many things I wanted. I restrained myself and only picked up a futon. It was fun trying to see how it would fit in Happy Car. But it managed to work itself out.
I met up with everyone(Beck, Rusty, Cris *hurray*, Josh, Scott, Steve, James, and a couple of people I really should remember their names...but alack I do not) to celebrate Rusty’s birthday. Lots of fun, laughs, dancing, and drinking.
Umm, Saturday. Yeah I don’t think I did a thing on Saturday. I watched some movies and did some cleaning. Oh, I did my first picking from my herb plants. I got a lot of huge basil and massive quantities of parsley. They smell absolutely delicious.
Sunday was absolutely wonderful. I called up Athena to go to the Seafood Festival in Belmar. The day was perfect- 70ish blue skies…little puffy clouds here and there. We enjoyed the weather, the food, and the beach. I remembered to put sunscreen on my face, which is awesome. Yeah. I returned home only to have my arms look like lobster claws. Hurray, for them being bright red.
I suppose part of my feeling horrible is due to the sun exposure. But Sunday was too amazing to not be outside. Second, probable culprit is having three to many zeppoles yesterday. I can not get enough of that fried dough. I just feel my arteries waving little white surrender flags. I can only imagine the number of years I have decreased my life by eating those scrumptious treats. Thirdly, my long Monday schedule switched. I now start an hour later. Yes, to anyone else that would be amazing, not I. The extra hour has thoroughly wiped me out. In other words, I am a cranky cranky me. At this point I couldn’t give a flying rat’s behind if you need math help today. I am sunburned, working 12 hours, and really just feel totally uninspired to do one damn thing this week.
I am holding out that the rest of today will fly by, just for the students’ sakes. I just feel like I am getting more and more aggravated by the moment and I am not quite sure how to slow it down. I think tomorrow night I will hit up the St. Matt’s Carnival eat more zeppoles and anything else fried I can get my hands on. If anyone wants to join, I would love the company.
Desperately wishing for a nap or some other pleasant distraction.
Friday was an exciting day. I made a trip to IKEA, which is now officially my favorite place for random gadgets and furniture. To be honest, I do now know why all of a sudden I actually enjoy looking at furniture. It has always been a chore. I suppose the upcoming freedom that has inspired me so. But while I was perusing the merchandise, I found so many things I wanted. I restrained myself and only picked up a futon. It was fun trying to see how it would fit in Happy Car. But it managed to work itself out.
I met up with everyone(Beck, Rusty, Cris *hurray*, Josh, Scott, Steve, James, and a couple of people I really should remember their names...but alack I do not) to celebrate Rusty’s birthday. Lots of fun, laughs, dancing, and drinking.
Umm, Saturday. Yeah I don’t think I did a thing on Saturday. I watched some movies and did some cleaning. Oh, I did my first picking from my herb plants. I got a lot of huge basil and massive quantities of parsley. They smell absolutely delicious.
Sunday was absolutely wonderful. I called up Athena to go to the Seafood Festival in Belmar. The day was perfect- 70ish blue skies…little puffy clouds here and there. We enjoyed the weather, the food, and the beach. I remembered to put sunscreen on my face, which is awesome. Yeah. I returned home only to have my arms look like lobster claws. Hurray, for them being bright red.
I suppose part of my feeling horrible is due to the sun exposure. But Sunday was too amazing to not be outside. Second, probable culprit is having three to many zeppoles yesterday. I can not get enough of that fried dough. I just feel my arteries waving little white surrender flags. I can only imagine the number of years I have decreased my life by eating those scrumptious treats. Thirdly, my long Monday schedule switched. I now start an hour later. Yes, to anyone else that would be amazing, not I. The extra hour has thoroughly wiped me out. In other words, I am a cranky cranky me. At this point I couldn’t give a flying rat’s behind if you need math help today. I am sunburned, working 12 hours, and really just feel totally uninspired to do one damn thing this week.
I am holding out that the rest of today will fly by, just for the students’ sakes. I just feel like I am getting more and more aggravated by the moment and I am not quite sure how to slow it down. I think tomorrow night I will hit up the St. Matt’s Carnival eat more zeppoles and anything else fried I can get my hands on. If anyone wants to join, I would love the company.
Desperately wishing for a nap or some other pleasant distraction.
Columbia: A First Look
This past week I took my first trip down to South Carolina. Twelve hours in the car with Dad was well- a wonderful oldies music sing-fest to be quite honest. We managed to find a couple decent rest stops on the way down that chop up the trip nicely. The regular Strasburg, VA stop (the one we stop at when seeing my bro in Blacksburg) and a second stop in Statesville, NC. So the driving was more like 4.5 hours, 4.5 hours, and another 2.5 hours. What is great is that it one doesn’t have to remember 18 different roads to get from here to there.
Once we got to Columbia, we hit up a restaurant called the Mellow Mushroom that my parents had tried when the stopped in SC a couple of weeks ago. Our waiter actually remembered my father from the previous trip. Food was very yummy. Good pizza joint, which I will need to remember to frequent, not to mention a nice selection of beer. We packed it in early because we were both exhausted.
We started the next day by hitting up the SC bookstore. Yeah, I like bookstores. My father loves bookstores. We got a full complement of head-ware. I got my much wanted Cocks hat. Yes, the hat has the word cocks on it. I am fully aware of that. Also for the giggles, I picked up a shirt that says- Cocky is my homeboy. Yeeaah, the mascot’s name is Cocky the Gamecock.
Apparently, the school was running freshman orientation that day as well. *One of the very many orientation sessions- they run them through the month of June.* You don’t know how tempted I was to just jump right in to one of the tours and feel like a freshie. But I restrained myself, plus I really didn’t have the time before looking at the first apartment.
First apartment- I have one word for it- Dumpy. It was not well kept at all. Yes they had washer/dryers in the units, but they were extremely tiny. By tiny, I mean tiny. I think it was smaller then half of the suite in Witwer sophomore year. Not to mention the fact that I had to pay utilities on top of the rent :oP. I think the only saving grace was the 10 minute walk to the Math building. And even that was bad, because it was almost a 45 degree steep hill to get there.
Second apartment = Great. I am will pay through the nose for it, but it really is great. Fifth floor. Utilities included. 200 square feet bigger than the first apartment I looked at. Parking space, pool, fitness center. There is even a little balcony- maybe I’ll keep a little garden out there. 5 minute walk to the Math Department. Across the street from the police department and the library.
The campus was beautiful. For having made a decision without actually seeing the place I was quite proud of myself. There is green everywhere. Trees, grass- shaded areas. While walking around you could just feel the history *okay maybe, it isn’t quite the right history* but history nonetheless. The buildings just had a character about them- like they had seen just about everything, warm and welcoming. I guess I had almost the same feeling as I used to walk around Dickinson’s campus. There is just a wealth of prior knowledge that you can feel in the campus.
I guess that is my little snapshot of Columbia. I think I will really like it there.
By the way it is really boring here at work. It is very dead. I hope that tomorrow things will be pick up with the start of the second session.
What else is going on- Beckie’s birthday is Wednesday. Hurray birthday!!! Try to hang out with Rusty and Cris- hurray for Cris being up from FL. This weekend is the big Seafood Festival in Belmar. I think I’ll be hitting that up, maybe get some of the gals from work in on the fun too. Maybe I’ll start packing for Texas :::wink-wink:::.
Once we got to Columbia, we hit up a restaurant called the Mellow Mushroom that my parents had tried when the stopped in SC a couple of weeks ago. Our waiter actually remembered my father from the previous trip. Food was very yummy. Good pizza joint, which I will need to remember to frequent, not to mention a nice selection of beer. We packed it in early because we were both exhausted.
We started the next day by hitting up the SC bookstore. Yeah, I like bookstores. My father loves bookstores. We got a full complement of head-ware. I got my much wanted Cocks hat. Yes, the hat has the word cocks on it. I am fully aware of that. Also for the giggles, I picked up a shirt that says- Cocky is my homeboy. Yeeaah, the mascot’s name is Cocky the Gamecock.
Apparently, the school was running freshman orientation that day as well. *One of the very many orientation sessions- they run them through the month of June.* You don’t know how tempted I was to just jump right in to one of the tours and feel like a freshie. But I restrained myself, plus I really didn’t have the time before looking at the first apartment.
First apartment- I have one word for it- Dumpy. It was not well kept at all. Yes they had washer/dryers in the units, but they were extremely tiny. By tiny, I mean tiny. I think it was smaller then half of the suite in Witwer sophomore year. Not to mention the fact that I had to pay utilities on top of the rent :oP. I think the only saving grace was the 10 minute walk to the Math building. And even that was bad, because it was almost a 45 degree steep hill to get there.
Second apartment = Great. I am will pay through the nose for it, but it really is great. Fifth floor. Utilities included. 200 square feet bigger than the first apartment I looked at. Parking space, pool, fitness center. There is even a little balcony- maybe I’ll keep a little garden out there. 5 minute walk to the Math Department. Across the street from the police department and the library.
The campus was beautiful. For having made a decision without actually seeing the place I was quite proud of myself. There is green everywhere. Trees, grass- shaded areas. While walking around you could just feel the history *okay maybe, it isn’t quite the right history* but history nonetheless. The buildings just had a character about them- like they had seen just about everything, warm and welcoming. I guess I had almost the same feeling as I used to walk around Dickinson’s campus. There is just a wealth of prior knowledge that you can feel in the campus.
I guess that is my little snapshot of Columbia. I think I will really like it there.
By the way it is really boring here at work. It is very dead. I hope that tomorrow things will be pick up with the start of the second session.
What else is going on- Beckie’s birthday is Wednesday. Hurray birthday!!! Try to hang out with Rusty and Cris- hurray for Cris being up from FL. This weekend is the big Seafood Festival in Belmar. I think I’ll be hitting that up, maybe get some of the gals from work in on the fun too. Maybe I’ll start packing for Texas :::wink-wink:::.
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