Tuesday, May 29, 2007May the Dream be With You
Maybe it's a being sick thing, or maybe it's just that my mind is always suffering from some sickness or another, but I had another one of those weird-ass dreams last week. At any rate, I'm even more convinced now that my dreams are telling me I was a superhero in a past life.
See, in this latest dream, Mr. Honey and I were Luke and Leia from Star Wars. And we were hiding from the bad guys. So we had some friends who were helping us, and every time we got to a new place, which was inevitably a bedroom, our friends would come to us and tell us that we needed to move on, that it wasn't safe to stay in one place. And so, Mr. Honey/Luke and I/Leia would move on to the next bedroom, where the process would repeat itself over and over again.
Aside from the whole "further proof that I was once a superhero" thing, I think this dream indicates that I believe one day Mr. Honey will live up to his dream of being Han Solo. He just has to go through the phase of being Luke Skywalker first. Or, it could mean that when we watched the last fifteen minutes of "V is for Vendetta" while we were in Savannah a week or so back, my mind subconsciously started thinking about Natalie Portman in Star Wars, which led to it following the path back to the original Star Wars movies (as in the ones that were made first, not the ones that come first in the story's chronological order), and at the same time I was reading a book about people climbing into bedrooms, and so I linked the two together to create an entirely new storyline that only made sense to me while I was unconscious. And some people think I'm normal... can you imagine?
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Friday, May 25, 2007Likes and Dislikes
What makes Honey happy: job prospects for when we move in a couple months
What makes Honey unhappy: flying with a head cold to an interview (Pleased to meet you, sir and ma'am. A-choo! Would you like to shake my hand and offer me a job? A-choo!)
Happy: Car upgrades. Mitsubishi Eclipse for a day, anyone? Vroom vroom vroom!
Unhappy: Jack Sparrow Maps. (You know, ones that don't point north, or worse yet, that do point north, but only some of the time.)
Happy: Not getting lost anyway
Unhappy: Being away from Mr. Honey and the kittens
Happy: Coming home to Mr. Honey and the kittens
Unhappy: Airport human traffic (don't congregate in the middle of the aisles, people!) and rush hour car traffic (do you really think the left shoulder of the road was made for you to use in traffic jams while the rest of us sit patiently and wait for you to kick up dirt, rocks, and tire treads onto our non-moving vehicles while you use any horizontal surface available to fly past us and leave us hating you?) making the drive home twice as long as it should be.
Happy: Delta. Love 'em or hate 'em as an airline, I live for the free Biscoff cookies they serve in flight.
Unhappy: Not flying Delta, which is exactly how I flew this week, and thus only being offered pretzels.
Happy: I didn't pay for the ticket
Unhappy: I also didn't ask if they could give me a root beer, which would've been fantastic for the burping on the descent back into the airport, which could very well have cleared my ears when chewing gum and inhaling nasal sprays didn't work
Happy: It's Friday
Happy: It's my last Friday at my current job
Happy: I'm wearing a Life is Good t-shirt under a Hawaiian shirt
Happy: It's a slow day, so I'm also reading a romance novel at work
Happy: It's a 3-day weekend
Happy Memorial Day Weekend!
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Thursday, May 24, 2007Quote of the Week
Honey: "I don't want to work for a living. I just want to get paid for making people happy."
Mr. Honey: "You should be a stripper."
It's a good thing I love that man's sense of humor. :)
Sorry for the short hiatus - real life has reared its ugly head this week. If I get a few spare moments at work tomorrow, I'll elaborate. Happy almost Memorial Day Weekend!
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Friday, May 18, 2007Let's snark about manners
Has anybody else noticed a distinct lack of manners in the world lately? Or is it just me?
I got chewed out yesterday by someone at work who wasn't clear in his request for what he wanted in the first place, who then wanted to yell when I provided him with an option he didn't like. Why is it easier to throw a fit than to politely ask for the changes you need made?
I thought poor manners were perhaps restricted to those entities in life we call "drivers." It's easy to get frustrated with some nameless, faceless person in the green truck who cuts you off in rush hour traffic, when the only thing that suffers is your own blood pressure and possibly the brakes on your car. But now we've taken it and made it personal, to the point that you can get snarly with anyone you want because you've got the freedom of speech and the world has taught you that You are Special and You are the Most Important Person. Yep, You are a MIP. And the world needs to know it.
A few months back, the Associated Press did a report on today's fresh crop of college students. The basic premise of the report is that today's college students have been raised to have the highest levels of self-esteem ever seen. Fantastic, right? We all feel good about ourselves. Woo-hoo! But what's it do for society as a whole when individuals feel that they're better than everybody else? Less productive team work. Less empathy for the plight of your fellow man. Shorter relationships. In short, a society of individuals who care less about helping each other than any previous generation.
I think this is directly related to bad manners. Think about it. If I'm the most important person in the world, why should I lower myself to speak with kindness to anyone? Then they might get this big head and start thinking they're more important than me, and we just can't have that, can we? Because of course you all recognize that I'm the most important person. That's what makes you my friends. Oh, sorry, what were we talking about? Oh, yeah. Manners.
Please. Thank you. How much time does it take to say these words? How much thought does it take to mean them? Manners might not be the ultimate solution that leads to world peace, but they can certainly lead to peace in our little sphere of the planet.
What do you think about manners?
Posted by Honey :: 9:44 AM :: 4 Comments: ---------------------------------------
Monday, May 14, 2007Split down the middle
Mr. Honey and I were sitting in the living room Saturday afternoon while the kittens ran around like they'd been dipping their paws into the catnip again. He was playing Pirates and I was dutifully watching and doing some back-seat navigation for him (Go to that island next! Get your next quest before you talk to the governor! Ooh, she's hot - dance with her and she'll give you a gift!).
So Mr. Honey's in the middle of a sea battle with another ship, probably Spanish since it's just so darn easy to pick on the Spanish in Pirates, when we heard this horrific CLINK!! in the kitchen/dining room area. "Your cats did it," Mr. Honey said without taking his eyes off the screen.
I pulled myself up off the couch to go investigate, and what did I find? The cats had actually broken one of their food bowls. It had split cleanly in two, right down the center. The hard surface that they slammed the bowl into to cause it to break? That would be their water bowl, which is just fine, aside from the fact that all the water sloshed out of the water bowl and coated the food and broken bowl.
"Your cats broke their food bowl," I called to Mr. Honey.
So I cleaned it all up and made the mistake of throwing it in the trash, but not taking it outside. Four hours later, I walked into the kitchen and thought the cats had pooped on the floor. Nope, turns out the smell was just cuz their food smells bad when it festers in water in the trash. Eeew.
Have your animals ever broken their food bowls before?
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Thursday, May 10, 2007Eight Things...
Aura tagged me to write about my random facts and habits.
Here are the rules:
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves. (Oh, boy...)
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. (Check.)
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. (Gah! Noooooo!!!)
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
And now for my randomness:
1. When I was in fifth grade, I got to play the Virgin Mary in my school's Christmas play. I sang a solo. Not a single person complimented me afterwards. So, I sang louder in church from then on.
2. Mr. Honey and I did the whole long-distance dating thing for a year and a half. We lived in the same town for a total of 5 months (2 one summer, 3 the next) before getting married.
3. I held the title of "Sandwich Artist" when I worked at Subway in high school. I worked there for one year and nine months. It's the second-longest job I've ever held in my life.
4. Since graduating college six years ago, I've had six different jobs, and I'm searching for my seventh.
5. I've lived in five different states, and am about to move to my sixth.
6. I was raised to believe that cats are the spawn of the devil. Now I look forward to getting home and having mine meet me at the door.
7. I'm a leg-shaker. Yep, one of those annoying people who can't sit still for anything. Well, not at work anyway.
8. My favorite restaurant in the whole world is a pie shop in Rolla, Missouri, called "A Slice of Pie." They make the best chicken salad, the best warm rolls, and the best pie.
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Tuesday, May 08, 2007Crack McGraw
I listen to country music. Call it today's version of yesterday's pop. Call it the influence of the south. Call it going to college in backwoods Missouri where the top three things to do for fun were cow-tipping, 2 AM Walmart runs, and line dancing. Whatever the reason, I listen to country music. And most of the time, I like it.
Tim McGraw's newest song, Last Dollar, however, is country music's answer to the Disney tune, "It's a Small World," and I can honestly say my life would've been complete without ever having had it run through my head for ten days straight and counting. I fall asleep hearing, "One, two, three, like a bird I sing," and wake up to, "I'm so glad you're here today, cuz tomorrow I might have to go and fly away." And then the little kids chime in, and then the weird electronic verse happens, and then it repeats itself. All. Day. Long.
So I got into my car this morning to go to work, and I turned on the radio, and of course, it's playing. But then the song ended, and the DJ's, Big D and Bubba, made a big hullaballoo (this is country music, after all) about not knowing what in the world the song was about. So somebody called in and said, "Ask Big Kenny. He wrote it." Big Kenny, if you're not familiar with country music, is one half of the duo Big and Rich (Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy, anybody?). So the DJ's called Big Kenny, and I learned something today.
According to Big Kenny, he wrote the song in Vegas when he was down to his last dollar, facing eviction from his apartment and not being able to pay his electric bill. So, he wrote a song about how when you're down to nothing, you've got nothing left to lose. Pretty cool, huh?
But it didn't help get the song out of my mind. I wish I had some mental peanut butter to clear up that little subconscious hiccup.
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Monday, May 07, 2007How to Start a Monday Morning
Forget to pull the towels out of the dryer Sunday night, so you can flip the dryer back on Monday morning right before you get in the shower. Then convince your spouse/significant other/children to bring the toasty warm towel into the bathroom just as you're ready to dry off... heaven.
If that doesn't work, make yourself pancakes and refuse to share. After all, it's Monday. You deserve some happiness today.
Labels: Life's little luxuries
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Thursday, May 03, 2007Kitty Pics!!!
It's been a while.... and they've gotten big! I estimate Saffron weighs 8.5 pounds now, and Jinx is about 8 pounds. I miss my little 1.5-pound furballs. :)
Saffron, helping with the laundry
Jinx, chilling out in her favorite spot
Snuggle Kitties at bedtime!
Saffron's favorite place in the house... unfortunately
Jinx curls up for a cat nap
"No, Saffron, I don't know why Jinxie's feet are up like that, either. Yes, she's a silly kitty."
"Why, yes, this is comfy. Thanks for asking."
"Who, me? A bookworm?"
"Look at the squirrels! Look at the birds! Look at the leaves! They're all lucky we're stuck in here."
"Yes, Jinx, I make a good pillow. Heck, I make a good mattress, too."
Labels: kitty madness
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Wednesday, May 02, 2007Oh, to be young again...
Last month, Mr. Honey and I flew to DC for a visit with friends. While we were in the Atlanta airport, we came across a Life is Good store. I just love Life is Good shirts and pants!! And the snuggle socks, too. I try to wear them to work at least once a week. They make me smile because they're comfy and cute. But enough of the commercial.
We'd literally stopped at another store on the way to the airport, where I exchanged some pajama pants I'd bought over my birthday weekend. My original pajama pants were brown with coffee mugs on them, but I exchanged them for some bright yellow pants with suns on them. I figure you can't be cranky in the morning if your pants are yelling at you. At least, I can't. So when we walked into the airport Life is Good store, and I saw a matching baby-doll t-shirt, I had to have it. Mr. Honey helped me find my size, he bought it for me, I showed off my bright striped snuggle socks to the clerk, and we went off on our merry way.
Two days later, I tried the shirt on. It was kinda tight, but Mr. Honey insisted he loved it. (Of course.) It's stretched out a bit the last couple weeks, and now it's my perfect sleep shirt. It's so soft and bright and pretty and soft... and, as I discovered last night, it's also meant for little girls. We'd grabbed it from the wrong stack when we were in the airport.
So now, I'm thankful that I'm really not such a big-boned woman that a normal-sized baby-doll t-shirt won't fit me. And Mr. Honey has just discovered a neat new trick to get me to wear tighter clothing. Hopefully I'll at least get a single shirt my size out of the deal. ;)
Posted by Honey :: 8:29 AM :: 4 Comments: ---------------------------------------