My Struggle

In writing this blog, I continually struggle with myself regarding what to share and what not to share.  Blog-writing is all about honesty and openness; that is what attracts readers – the ability to see inside someone else.  At least, that’s what I’ve read blogs should be about.  But, ANYONE can read blogs, which necessarily induces reticence.

By the way, I HATE the word “blog.”  It’s a very unattractive, fat word.  It lacks elegance.  I spent a whole 40 minute trip to work one day trying to create a better word for this online posting stuff.  The best I could come up with was “journlectic,” as in, an eclectic journal.  Tim was not impressed, deservedly I guess.  Journlectic doesn’t quite roll off the tongue.  What else to call it?  I guess I’ll have to consider that on another trip to work.

Ah, work, that is what I am struggling writing about, to get back to my opening point.  I recently changed jobs – moved from Treasury to Accounting.  The whole job-changing (and in my case career-changing) move is fraught with all sorts of writing-inducing feelings and thoughts.  Changing jobs/changing careers is not for the faint of heart.  You feel stupid and overwhelmed pretty much constantly, and just when you feel as if you are catching on, you post a journal entry in the wrong period and your boss can’t close the books until you fix it.  Or you fumble-finger an entry and do it for an amount 10 times larger than it should be.  Ah, my employer is so lucky to have me.

I just read a post this morning on Zen Habits with the catchy title of “The Insidious Perfidiousness of Doubts.”  And, yes, I did have to look up perfidiousness.  It was nice to know that I’m not the only one who has thoughts like this (quoted from the post):

“I can’t do it. I’m not good enough. I’d never make it. I’d only fail and embarrass myself. Why should I dare dream?”

These thoughts plague me daily, hour-by-hour, minute-by-minute.  Objectively, I know I’m an intelligent person.  If I ran across myself in the world, I would think to myself, “That girl is smart.  She can do whatever she wants and will be successful.  I wish I was her.”  But looking from the inside out, it’s a totally different story.  I have the above mentioned thoughts running through my head in a constant refrain and wonder if maybe I should go apply at Target for a cashier position.  I like helping people.  I could wear red every day.  I might be okay at that.

How to marry this external proof with the internal doubt, that is the real question.  Even though I’m very stressed about my current life change, I think that taking on this new challenge will be good for me in the long run.  If I am successful in this new endeavor, it will add more weight to the “external proof” bucket and weaken the internal doubt mantra.  I need to persevere and give it time.  I’ve caved in to my doubts too often, which is why I’m 30-something and still don’t have an encyclopedia page (I graduated from high school before Wikipedia existed) written about me, as my high-school classmates voted I would.  Giving in to doubt, I’ve not pursued many challenges and experiences.  The more I held myself back, the more power the internal voice got and the more I listened.

I do have to say though, that not listening to that voice is S T R E S S F U L.  I need to manage that better.  I know that the worst case scenario is not that bad and completely manageable (even if I did have to get a job at Target, we would still have enough money to eat and to make the house payment), but tell that to the feeling in the pit of my stomach when Lucent wakes me up at 4AM, and my mind starts racing about all the stuff I don’t know how to do and don’t yet understand.

I’m just trying to sort this all out and deduce if I’m making good decisions and living the life I want to live.  I haven’t been writing lately because I’ve been working so much, and writing about accounting is not that interesting.  But, I need to make my life about something besides work, so I need to write.  That’s a step in the right direction at least.

Pant Rant

Is anyone else annoyed by all the spandex in pants these days?  If spandex had a predictable effect on pants, I could handle its inclusion in almost everything.  I would buy pants one size too small, knowing that they will stretch out and fit perfectly.  However, sometimes they stretch out 2 sizes bigger; sometimes they don’t stretch out all.  Sometimes in the wash they don’t shrink; sometimes they shrink a couple of sizes.  Sometimes they don’t shrink the first few times you wash them, only to shrink inexplicably the 5th time you wash them, which leaves you wondering if they truly did shrink or if you got suddenly much fatter in the course of 2 days.  It’s very annoying.

On that note, I better go to bed, so I can wake up and go to the gym tomorrow to compensate for the unreliableness of stretchy, man-made materials.

Junlygamation

Herein lies an amalgamated synopsis of our busy June & July 2010.

In early June Tim and I, all dressed to the nines:

went to a wedding in Muscatine, and then stopped in downtown Davenport on our way home.  Of course we hit up our favorite tasting lounge first.  On our way there, we saw this amazing sky over downtown Davenport:

The beautiful sky lasted long enough for us to get a beer and then walk to the Skybridge.  By the time we hit the sky bridge, the sky was taking on a more ominous quality:

We hung out on the bridge until we felt the wind hit it.  The bridge started to sway underneath us, so we got the heck out of there.  We exited the bridge into a full-on rain storm.  We ended up having to sprint from the Radisson to our car, parked by Great River. Running in heeled sandals is not fun a’tall.

Since we were all dressed up, Tim tried to get some good pictures of us.  I have a disorder wherein I cannot keep my eyes open while getting my picture taken.  So we have a vast collection of pictures that look like this:

When I consciously try to keep my eyes open, I look as if I’m crazy.  Click on the picture below – it will enlarge, and you’ll be able to see what I mean:

Poor Tim.

Now, I’m fast forwarding a few weeks.  When Nate and Rachel were back, we drove up to Monticello, intending to canoe.  We got rained out both Saturday and Sunday.  So on Sunday we went to the Grant Wood Art Festival instead.

Attending The Grant Wood Art Festival is somewhat of a tradition in our family.  We used to always go on Sunday after meeting.  Actually, at one point the festival was on both Saturday and Sunday.  That was so long ago that I was in the face painting stage/kid tent stage.  I think I made a paper plate doll head with yarn hair and everything.  Back in those days, the festival was super awesome.  The first awesome thing about it was that, as an elementary student at Strawberry Hill, we had the chance to draw a picture that would be used on the buttons used to gain entry to the festival.  That was always super exciting.  I don’t think my drawing ever got chosen, but that was just due to the poor taste of the judges, I am sure.

The second thing that made the Festival awesome was that you could take a bus tour around Stone City, which is this super neat little town northeast of Anamosa, Iowa where Grant Wood started an art colony.  Several years ago, the bus would take you ALL over town, even to the burned out Green mansion.  You could get out of the bus and walk around the ruins of the limestone mansion.  It was such a cool thing to see.  One never sees stone ruins in the Midwest.  Eventually, however, they stopped letting you get out of the bus – you would just drive by the ruins, craning your neck to see as much as you could.  Then they stopped taking you past the ruins all together.  I think the ruins have actually been torn down now, which is so sad.  It was  just a portend of things to come, however.  After decades of having the festival in Stone City, the festival had to get moved to downtown Anamosa because the new owners of the 3 story barn that was the heart of the festival no longer wanted the festival on the grounds.

A Grant Wood Art Festival not in Stone City is just wrong.  The organizers did their best to make the event engaging and interesting, but attending a “festival” in a community center cannot measure up to one held in the magic of Stone City.

Plus, it was raining.  Buckets.

Hopefully some day the new owners of the barn will have a change of heart, and the festival can move back to its homeland. In the meantime, we’ll have to comfort ourselves with this:

It is easy to see why Grant Wood chose Eastern Iowa to found a colony.  It’s super serene and beautiful.  This photo was taken in my parents’ front yard.  Every time I visit their house in Monticello, I feel as if I’m in the Shire.  I’m re-reading the Lord of the Rings trilogy right now, and I’m afraid that what was true for the Shire in the book is also true of Iowa – there is no safe place from the long arm of Sauron anymore, not even in our beautiful heartland.  But, I digress.

Here is another picture of serenity to get your thoughts off the somewhat imminent (probably) destruction of our peaceful lives by greedy, evil leaders (aka Sauron).

We finally did get our canoe trip in.  Benny came back the last week of the month, and I took Friday off, and we hit the Maquoketa river.  It was a perfect day, and we had an awesome time.  I’m glad we got the trip in when we did, because with the dam breaking at Delhi, who knows when the river will be safe for canoers again.


My garden is producing fruit.  I’m pretty amazed that it is, because most of the plants look like something growing in the Dead Marshes.  I don’t know if they are getting too much sun, not enough sun, too much water, not enough water, not enough soil, or what.  They are mystifying me.  But, we’ve gotten some good peppers and small tomatoes from them, so I count the bucket garden a success.

Lastly, but not leastly, I’ve started a new blanket. This one is for the Benny Boo.  He wanted it long enough so that he can tuck the blanket under his feet.  Consequently it is NINE FEET long.  It is going to take buckets of hours to get it done, but it will be a thing of beauty and function in the end.  I know Benny will use the heck out of it.  The blanket is going to be a mix of Peruvian Print and Heather Grey.  I haven’t done any rows with Heather Grey yet; I’m too enamored with the Peruvian to switch colors.  I love variegated yarns – they are a joy to crochet with.  They keep it interesting, too, because you never know which two colors will meet up.

That is a random bunch of stuff, but there’s been a lot to write about lately.  I need to start posting more often and more succintly.  Some day…

Too fast, so goes my life

Again, it’s been forever since I’ve posted.  It’s ironic – the busier I am, the more I have to write about, but the less time I have to write.  When I have time to write, I don’t have anything to write about.

It’s been another busy weekend, on top of a busy month.  Nate & Rachel visited in early June, and we had an awesome, jam-packed weekend with them.  We had one weekend off, and then we had more visitors – my brother, his girlfriend, and Tim’s brother.  We spent the 10 days visiting Mom and Dad, chilling on the back patio because the weather was the most perfect weather I have ever seen, playing Bags on the awesome Bags setup Benny built, drinking lots of microbrews, playing Euchre and Settlers of Catan, canoeing, watching the misty galaxies float by in Monticello, and dodging spinning firecrackers that tried to attack Mom and me.  Our cooler saved us and has the battle scars to prove it.

This was our first weekend guest-free, but Tim was driving shuttles for the JD Classic, and I was bringing our household back in order.  It went by in a flash.  I did get to run yesterday, which felt great.  Amazingly enough, 10 days of brats, beer, and pretzel M&Ms kind of jacks up the body.  I feel one million times better after running yesterday and walking today.  I think my posture has even improved.  I know my mental disposition has.  I woke up out-of-sorts today – I blame it on the clouds and loneliness.  One day to myself after a busy, full week is perfect.  Two days is too much.  I missed the Teems.  I forced myself to get out and walk (I couldn’t muster up the energy to run), and the birds, and the trees, and the breeze cleared up my head and put me to rights.

Hopefully I’ll find some time this week to get my writing caught up with my thoughts and activities.  I have so much to write about – Star Wars in Concert, my new purse, the new blanket I started crocheting, the table my brother and dad are building for me, the Fair I want to go to, the books I want to read and have read, the movies we watched, the trials and happiness of living in a small house, the joys and frustrations of trying to raise tomatoes, the best pajama shorts ever, etc. etc. etc.

But now it’s tea-time, and I need to finish Fellowship of the Rings.  Good night until I have another pocket of time, energy, and inspiration.

Busy Busy Weekend

I have been a reticent poster as of late.   I have not been lazy however.  Nate & Rachel visited last week, and we broke world records  for doing the most activities in one weekend:

Friday

Exotic Thai for supper

Harlans for bfast

Paddle boats at West Lake

Café Fresh for lunch

Klemme Klassic Kar museum

Bike ride to Duck Creek Lagoon

Supper at Boat House

Channel Cat ride to Moline

Beer at Bier Stube

Loop Bus ride to John O Donnel

Attended the baseball game

I can’t show the picture I really want, of the fattest kid EVER!!!  With the biggest hair EVER!! So I’ll show none a’tall.

Loop Bus to East Village to pick up car

Saturday

Drove to my parents in Monticello for canceled canoe trip

Cable Car in Dubuque

Walked to the Shot Tower

Supper at Houlihans – Mom and I split a pitcher of Georgia Long Island Iced Tea, eek

Sunday

Packed up the coolers only to cancel the canoe trip again

Drove to Anamosa – walked through antique shops

Breakfast at Opera House

Attended the Grant Wood Art Festival

Went to the library to view original artwork from GW’s day

Went to Stone City, had snacks and drinks at the General Store

Back to Monticello

Back to Davenport for pizza and Blues Brothers

We have tons more good pictures from the weekend.  Once Tim gets them tagged and added to my computer, I’ll post a link to a Picasa web album.

It was a great, busy weekend.  I’m sad that it’s over.  But, fortunately, Benny, Steven, and Molly are coming next weekend, so we’ll get to run through the list all over again!

And the weekend comes, the weekend comes (and goes)

Friday night Tim and I headed up to Mom and Dad’s.  It was a beautiful drive to Monticello, and it was great to see Mom and Dad again.  Seems like forever since we’ve been up there.  We had a good time – had supper together, played Tick (I think Mom won again, as usual), helped Mom tag some scrubbies and koozies for her upcoming craft show, and ate some of mom’s delicious jello cake (which she made especially for Tim since he always helps her with her computer stuff).

I also tried to help Mom organize her computer files.  They are currently all stored in her Downloads folder!  We made some progress, and I got introduced to Amigurumis, which are these awesome crocheted toys/dolls.  My mom even has a pattern for crocheted Brain Slugs (from Futurama).  Mom is going to make one for Tim, complete with a chin strap, so he can wear it on his head, in true brain slug style.  Maybe I’ll have to brush up on my crocheting skills, so I can start making these awesome toys.  So far, I’ve stuck to super simple blankets, all made with an easy-to-do slanted shell stitch.  Here is my most recent blanket, which I made for Lucent:

Mom found a bunch of this beautiful, super-soft green yarn at a thrift store, and it made a perfect blanket for Lucent.

We went to bed Friday night to the sound of wind playing the chimes, ala Twister.  We awoke Saturday to a super misty and beautiful morning.  I took a few pictures, but the camera cannot truly capture how pretty it was.

We got home from Monti around 3:30, and I was completed exhausted and hungry.  We tried out Kimchi Teriyaki at Five Points for supper, based on a recommendation from a friend.   We are looking for a GOOD Chinese restaurant, but they all taste the same – oily, salty, fried food.  Sometimes HyVee can be super good, but it’s not consistent.  We were hoping to find a consistently good place.  We thought Kimchi was just okay. Next time maybe I’ll work up the courage to try one of their Korean dishes.  They looked good, but I was wary because I’ve never eaten Korean, so I wasn’t sure what to get.

I don’t know if it was because I didn’t sleep in my own bed Friday night, or if my body rebelled against all the simple carbohydrates, but after supper, I was just super duper tired.  We watched 4 or 5 episodes of Archer (which is hilarious and super inappropriate).  I think we ended up going to bed at 7:30!!!  I didn’t wake up until 7 Sunday morning.  I was super tired all week.  Hopefully that 12 hours will get me back up to speed.

Sunday was a typical, nice, relaxing Sunday.  We went to the gym, bought groceries, did laundry, watched The Wrath of Khan – the usual.

And then the weekend was over.  I wish I lived in the alternate dimension where people work Saturday and Sunday and have Monday through Friday off.

Cocoa Beach

Tim and I returned from Cocoa Beach on Friday, around 5PM.  We had an excellent trip, but it sure was nice to get back home again!

Here is a link to my Picasa Web Album with a few pictures from the trip.

We got off to an inauspicious start on Saturday.  Tim went out to load up the car, only to discover that the battery was dead.  *Somebody* (me) left the lights on all night.  I swore up and down that kids must have gotten into the car and turned the lights on as a prank.  I couldn’t have left the lights on – the car buzzes at you if the keys are removed from the ignition, and the lights are left on.  Anyway, it wasn’t a big deal – Tim jumped the Civic, tossed the cables in the car, and we took off.  After an uneventful 12 hour drive, we rolled into Kennesaw, a suburb of Atlanta.  We got supper (the first of many very unhealthy, late meals) at The Varsity.  It reminded me of Maid Rite, only much brighter and huger.

When we woke up on Sunday, it was raining lightly – no big deal, we figured it would burn off.  It didn’t.  It rained all the way to Florida.  It got so bad at one point, that we pulled off and watched an episode of Futurama on my iPod Touch.  We waited about 1/2 an hour and took off again, rolling into Cocoa Beach around 6PM on Sunday.

We stayed at La Quinta Inn – Oceanfront.  It is a really nice hotel – right on the beach, nice p0ol with “Tiki” bar, accepts pets for no additional fee, each room has a balcony with a view of the ocean, and the rate was reasonable for an oceanfront property.  Despite the weather, I wanted to head out to the beach and check it out ASAP.  Fortunately, Tim turned on the TV and discovered that we were under a tornado warning!  We went to the Front Desk to see where we should go.  As the whole lobby area was surrounded by glass, they directed us back to the bathroom in our room.  We anxiously watched the news and the thrashing palm trees outside our window – I made some last calls to my family, told them I loved them, gave Benny my purse collection should we not make it back, etc.  About 6:45 the warning expired with everyone and everything in Cocoa Beach intact.  The rain didn’t let up until about 1:30PM on Monday, however.

We discovered that there is not a whole lot to do in a beach community when the weather is bad.  We got breakfast at a lame coffee shop (Cocoa Beach does NOT have good food, BTW), bought some flip flops at Ron Jon’s, got soaked while walking through Lori Wilson park, and returned to the room.  When the rain finally started to recede, we got on our bathing suits and hit the beach for about an hour.  Tim wore his hoodie and read from his Sony eReader.  Obviously, he is not much of a beach person.  I attempted to read (I’m reading Daemon by Daniel Suarez), but I kept getting distracted by people watching.  The people watching was EXCELLENT!  I wish we had our camera on the beach with us because there was this tall white dude with a belly who had on the very teeny tiniest pair of speedos I have ever seen.  He had absolutely no butt at all.  It’s a good thing the elastic was holding up.  He was absolutely  not self-conscious in the least.  I was envious of his complete disregard for any one else’s opinion.  It was fascinating.  He was just one of many interesting people to watch.

For supper we went to the 3rd restaurant of the day that was closed on Mondays.  We tried to go to Simply Delicious Cafe & Bakery for breakfast – closed.  We tried to go to Roberto’s Little Havana for supper – it closed at 3 on Mondays.  We tried to go to Seafood Atlantic for supper – it was closed on Monday and Tuesdays.  Florida was really starting to tick us off.  We ended up going next door to Grills Seafood Deck.  We sat outside, got the fish of the day (Mahi Mahi for me and tuna for Tim), which was tasty, and had a couple of Konas.  Despite having to protect our heads from the aggressive black birds flying about, we had a very pleasant supper.

The weather on Tuesday was beautiful – mid 70s and sunny.  We packed up Lucent and headed to Orlando.  We dropped Lucent at the Pet Care Center at SeaWorld and took off exploring.  We split a roasted turkey leg, which was delicious albeit super sticky and greasy, saw sharks, manatees, killer whales, dolphins, exotic birds, sting rays, etc.  We got to see the Believe killer whale show.  It is completely amazing what those whales can do.  The people portion of the show is pretty lame, but the whales were amazing.  They break-danced, for goodness sake.  They also had an excellent sense of comedic timing for splashing unsuspecting mom-togrophers down in the Soak Zone.  About 7 minutes into the show, the trainers had to take a break from the normal show because one of the whales was not doing what he was supposed to.  The trainer explained that when the whales don’t behave as trained, they take a break, let the whales play, and then see if they are ready to perform.  We wondered if they were being extra cautious because of this.  The show resumed after a few minutes, and it was definitely worth the wait.  We also caught a side viewing of the dolphin show, which involved Cirque du Soleil-type acrobatics and costumes and huge, exotic birds.  We didn’t get a seat in the auditorium, so we couldn’t see everything, but it was still fun to watch.

After our full day at SeaWorld, we picked up Lucent and walked back to the car.  As we got closer, I used the remote start key fob to unlock the car.  When I pressed the button, the fob just buzzed at me, as if it couldn’t find the car, even thought I knew we were just yards away.  My heart sunk as I realized why the fob wasn’t working – the battery was dead again.  The buzzer in the Civic that tells us the lights are on was broken.  That’s what happens when you get reliant on technology – you get screwed when it doesn’t work.  We have roadside assistance through our insurance company, so I called them, and within 20 minutes a super nice guy from Pop A Lock was jumping our car, and we were off to the Cirque du Soleil show.

We were running a little late, so we skipped supper and just grabbed a beer at House of Blues and chilled for a while listening to the live music.  We queued up for the show at 8:30PM and made it into the show right on time.  The show was tremendous.  I really can’t use enough superlatives to describe it.  It had amazing trapeze artists, acrobats, trampoline artists, singers, musicians, freestyle bikers (one on a BMX bike and one on a mountain bike), jugglers, etc.  The show was only 1.5 hours – you would think that for your $90 ticket price, you would want more entertainment, but Tim and I both agreed that 1.5 hours of the show is about all your senses can take – the stage is constantly full of colorful movement and gravity defying stunts.  There is no way to even begin to see everything that is happening.  It was absolutely amazing.

The weather on Wednesday was excellent again.  Tim and I spent the whole day on the beach – Tim huddled under the shade of the umbrella and me basking in the sun (under multiple layers of sunblock).  Again, Tim read his e-Reader, and I sat on the lounge chair with Daemon in  my lap, watching the people and the ocean.  The water was pretty cold, but I eventually got in anyway.  I only get to the ocean once every other year or so, so I have to take advantage.  As I waded out to the breaking waves, something hit my neck.  I looked up, and saw that a huge bird was trying to snag me with fishing line!  I swatted away the line and saved myself.  I body surfed the waves for about 15 minutes, and then spent the next hour trying to warm up.

We got some sushi and Thai for supper and then headed out to the Pier for some couples shots (see the photo link), some Presidentes, and some ocean watching.  It was a very relaxing end to our vacation.

We decided to leave Cocoa Beach at 8AM in the morning, hoping that would get us through ATL before rush-hour struck.  We were horribly wrong.  We hit ATL at 3:15 and ground through the city for the next 2.5 hours.  I had heard that Atlanta traffic was bad, but I didn’t appreciate how bad it truly is.  I think it will be years before either one of us is ready to face city traffic again.  It’s absolutely ridiculous.

We made it to our hotel in Nashville around 9PM and back to Dport at 5PM on Friday.  Tim and I both agreed that while traveling to new places and seeing new things and people is interesting, coming home from being away for a few days is even better.  It is so sweet to be back at home, back in our own bed, back in our relaxing routine.

Surrealizm

Tim and I, along with two of our other couple friends, attended an Alex Reymundo show at Penguins Comedy Club last night.  Alex, and the opening act, Beck Something?  Something Beck?, were actually pretty funny.  Of course, there were the typical, endless sex jokes, and the language was atrocious, but my stomach hurt from laughing so hard.  The funniest moments were the extemporaneous ones – where the comedian would go off on a tangent based on something happening unexpectedly.  All-in-all, it was a good show.  I could have done with 90 fewer b.j. references, but Tim helped me understand the reason for those.  The comedian is constantly trying to keep the rowdy, bucket o’ beer drinking audience engaged, so he constantly has to dumb down the comedy  in order to prevent himself from getting heckled to death.  Drunk frat boys think penis references are the bees knees, I guess.

A very odd thing happened at the show, however.  As I was watching the comedian, I would start to space out and feel as if I was watching TV in our living room at home.  Then, suddenly, I would remember that I was 10 feet away from the live entertainment, in a room full of strangers.  It was a little disconcerting, and it made me feel kind of anxious.  What was even stranger was that Tim experienced the exact same sensation!  I think it’s caused by the darkened room, coupled with the predictable laugh-track response after each joke.  It was unsettling.  I still really enjoyed the show, but next time I think I’ll ask to sit in the back.  I always feel more at ease when I’m close to an exit.

Still no post including the watercolor pictures, I know.  Again, I solidly blame Tim.  I don’t know how to get the pictures from the camera onto my computer, and I don’t want to know how.  I balance the checkbook, and Tim transfers the pictures.  That’s just how it is.

We actually had a pretty productive day today (outside of not making my promised post).  I updated our check book and budget, booked our hotel rooms for the trip to Florida, did some laundry, went  to the gym, did a little shopping (I got 2 dresses for our trip.  Hopefully someone I know will get married or have a party, so I will have more than one opportunity to wear them), and got groceries.  Not bad for sleeping in until 8AM.

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Man, I haven’t written a post in a long time.  Actually, I take that back, I have started and not finished several posts – one about Legend of the Seeker, one about Crazy Heart, one about my new Philosophy products that are messing up my skin, and one about the architectural rendering in watercolor class that I’m currently taking.  I actually plan to finish that last post; I am waiting for the Teems to download our February pictures, so that I can actually post pictures of my pictures.  According to Tim, people like pictures in posts.

Hopefully this weekend I will get a real blog post done.  But, I felt I owe my 5-7 readers an explanation for my absence.  I guess I didn’t really explain why I didn’t complete any of those other posts, though.  Regrettably, I think it boils down to sheer laziness.  Putting words together in a coherent, witty fashion is difficult, and when I get home from work, I really just want to eat supper, sit next to Tim on the couch, and watch Community and Bones all night.  I know that’s what I’ll be doing tonight.

So, stay tuned for the super awesome post this weekend about my first art class in 15 years.  It’s going to be super delightful and engaging.  And, if you’re lazy like me and don’t want to actually put forth the effort to READ, you can just look at the pretty pictures.

Google’s Voice of Insanity

Tim somehow finagled invitations to Google Voice, one of which he sent to me.  I set it up on my cell phone, and now all of my voicemails are transcribed and sent to me via text message and email.  Google’s voice recognition software must be a little stupid (or maybe it’s the bad cell phone sound quality), as you’ll see from the following transcribed voicemails:

Did day and to find out if you saw the ground hog shadow give me a call when you get a chance you got my view.

Hey go pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up the got back itself.

And this one’s my favorite:

This is very any other long Gloria, My name is Trudy, an appetizer juices.

I need to get more friends, so more people will call me, and I’ll get more crazy messages from the droid minds over at Google.