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I know, I know…!

October 17, 2012

It’s been awhile since I’ve written a blog post; over four months, in fact! A certain fellow blog writer *cough* has given me a well-needed kick in the behind to get cracking again. You see, I’m essentially a very stubborn old goat. Well, maybe not old, but I AM stubborn. I do things when *I* feel like doing them, and I feel like getting back on the writing bandwagon! I’m not promising anything Pulitzer- or Booker Prize worthy, but I do have a few ideas floating around in this jumbled head of mine. You readers will be the only ones privileged enough to read them πŸ˜€


20 years ago today

June 5, 2012

(Don’t worry, I’m not going to do one of these posts every year! Now that I think about it, though)… πŸ™‚

20 years ago, on this date and time, Al and I were staying over at the neighbors’ house because you decided to make your appearance 2 weeks early (during a nurses’ strike, no less; Dad was apparently ready to ram the picket line!). When we got the call early the next day telling us that we had a baby brother, I was not exactly over the moon; I had wanted a sister SO badly!

Many, many things have happened in the last 20 years, and I’m so glad you have been here to take part in them. As you completed the halfway point in your university education, and moved out on your own, I am very proud of your accomplishments and of the man you have become. You make us proud, and I’m sure the grandparents who are no longer with us would be so thrilled and happy about how you turned out.

Happy 20th birthday, buddy. Keep on making good choices- the best is yet to come! πŸ™‚

Quote of the Day

June 4, 2012

“Stop cheating on your future with your past….it’s over.” Wise words to live by πŸ™‚


April 12, 2012

I’ve written before on here about my struggles with mental illness. I use the word “struggle” because it took me, oh, 27 years to realize that I suffered from depression/anxiety, and a further 2 years to find a medicine that works for me. I know that drugs affect different people very differently, but let me tell you: Effexor is BAD. Very bad. So bad that my anxiety would INCREASE and I’d worry about missing a pill due to the side effects! For me, the worst was the disturbing dreams. If I missed just ONE pill, oh boy…I’d wake up scared. The medicine I’m on now (generic Prozac) is MUCH better πŸ™‚

Which brings me to the inspiration for this post: the dream I had the night before last. I can’t remember every detail, but I do remember this: I met someone, and the relationship evolved over time. None of this “I’m cute, you’re cute, let’s hook up”. We first saw each other at an event of some kind, and I said to a friend at one point “I knew the first time I saw him that he was the one for me”. He was a kind person, and said nice things to me. I just remember waking up and feeling happier than I have in a long, long time.

(For those of you who are wondering- my dream guy bore a striking resemblance to Ty Burrell of “Modern Family” fame. I think he’s very attractive, but what draws him to me most is his sense of humor, hard-working nature and goofiness :))

One year ago today…

December 14, 2011

I’m big on anniversaries. I remember the date of my first kiss, my first slow dance, my second cousin once removed’s birthday, my parents’ anniversary (which even my own FATHER often forgets, but I give him a pass on that one; his mother’s birthday was the day before!)…

One year ago today, I was lying awake, a nervous wreck before I was to start a new job. That job didn’t work out for various reasons, but almost 6 months later to the day I found a job I love, and here I am 6 months after THAT still loving it!

I haven’t felt this happy in a long time…in fact, I don’t know if I’ve EVER been so at peace with my life. The next step is to get physically fit and lose weight, and to continue to take care of my mental health.

Ramble done…thanks for listening to the musings from my little corner of the world πŸ™‚

19 years ago today…

June 5, 2011

…my neighbor and close family friend picked my brother and I up at school. We were very excited; after all, it was nearly the end of our 2nd and 5th grade years, plus we would soon be welcoming a new brother or sister! When we saw our neighbor, we knew something was up. Sure enough, my dad had taken my mom to the hospital that Friday afternoon (during, I was to learn later, a nurses’ strike!).

I can’t recall exactly what we did that night, but I do remember my father calling my neighbor’s house early in the morning, telling us we had a new baby brother. “Are you SURE?” I kept asking; I had wanted a sister for years! My father assured me that he was very much certain that the baby was a boy!

The next day, I remember walking into the front door of the hospital, and riding the elevator up to the maternity ward wriggling with excitement. When I saw my new baby brother for the first time, I fell in love immediately and I have never, EVER regretted not getting the sister I wanted.

He has brought us such joy over the past 19 years; from when he used to take our things and sell them back to us, when he wandered off to the mini golf course at the age of 3 (and scared my grandparents to death!), and when he graduated from high school last year with high honors.

Happy 19th birthday, buddy- enjoy your life. You have so much to look forward to!!

Dear teenage boys in the beat-up maroon car…

May 27, 2011

I just want to let you know that when you drove by me earlier and yelled “Hey, fatty!”, I heard you.

You may think it was funny to say this, but I have 2 brothers around your age and several male friends who, fortunately, like me the way I am. I don’t think any of them would find your comments funny in the least, and, if given the chance, my brothers could beat you to a pulp. Good thing I don’t advocate violence except in cases of self-defense!

I know I don’t need to defend my physical appearance, but I’m going to anyway. You see, you have no idea what is going on in my life. Three years ago, I was fit and many pounds lighter. Instead of calling me Fatty, you probably would have driven by and whistled. There is no one event that caused me to gain weight, but let me tell you that I have gotten enough flack about it from my mother; I don’t need it from strangers too. How sad that you are naive and ignorant enough to decide, in the 5 seconds it took to drive by me, that “Fatty” is the best word to describe me.

I am a wonderful, caring person who would help anybody, even you, who was in need. If I saw you being beaten up, I would call for help. If you asked me for a quarter for bus fare, I would give it to you. Too bad you probably wouldn’t ask, since you seem to think that my weight makes me less of a person. Ask my friends, little brother, and family; you’re missing out on a lot. Trust meΒ  πŸ™‚

Take that, Mickey!!!

May 16, 2011

So, I was sitting at my table, working on the computer, when I heard a shuffle and a *SNAP*!!! Yes, I will spare my dear readers the suspense: Mickey is dead! I had started to think that perhaps he was a figment of my imagination, since I hadn’t seen or heard a word from him since I first made his acquaintance several weeks ago. I had been sweeping the floor religiously, trying to eliminate the smallest of crumbs, so that Mr. Mouse would not want to make a repeat visit.

***Warning: dissection talk ahead!*** From the time I was small, I have been fascinated with science. My first dissection was of a worm in Grade 9, and I went another three years before I had the chance to dissect another animal. This time it was a cat, and a heck of a different experience than a worm! Over the years, I have also dissected rats, pigeons, a stingray, and grasshoppers (which is more complicated than you may think). I’ve touched (with gloved hands) hearts, lungs, livers, and all sorts of gloopy, unidentifiable organs of various members of the animal kingdom. **End dissection talk**

However, one thing I have never been able to do without cringing was to pick up dead rodents. My parents have had the usual critters in their garage over the years, and a few of these have been caught in traps. I used to play the female card and make my father or brother get rid of them; no WAY was I touching THAT. Ewww! There was no way, though, that I was going to let a dead mouse sit in my kitchen for any extended period of time, and it seemed silly (not to mention REALLY wimpy!) to call in a male relative to carry the mouse 10 steps outside to my garbage can. So, I sucked it up and did it myself πŸ™‚

Of course, one unfortunate fact I also have to come to terms with is that where there is one…there are likely more!!! 1 trap used, 3 to go…

Mickey, he (or she) is not…a tale of the mouse (NOT “The Mouse”!)

April 19, 2011

Don’t get me wrong; I love The Mouse. My parents took me to Disney for the first time when I was almost 9; it was my first long vacation, and at that time, Florida was like a foreign country! It was 1990, so there were no message boards, podcasts or blogs to read to get ready; all we had was Birenbaum’s Official Guide to Walt Disney World, which was underlined and bookmarked to death. I have since been to Disney parks 8 times, including one visit to Disneyland in California and one visit to Disneyland Paris (ask my friend how hard I screamed and gripped his arm on the drop on “Pirates of the Caribbean”!!).

However, I recently moved into my apartment and no longer have the comforts of home. I can safely say that I DETEST mice, and everything that comes with them. I hate their droppings, the “scritching” sounds they make in your walls, and the gnaw marks on food boxes and bags…ugh. One time, when I was home alone, a mouse ran across the floor on the basement rec room; I refused to go down there until the culprit was caught. So, today when I saw a mouse run across the floor and under my stove, I went into shock. No screams, nothing…just “Thank GOD I bought those mousetraps on sale at the grocery store not even a week ago!!”. Why did I buy them? I don’t know if Mickey thought he might as well make my purchase worthwhile, but I was NOT happy to see him.

Setting a mouse trap is harder than you may think, for a girl who has always refused to touch them and leaves the disposal of rodent corpses to the male gender (yet I am able to dissect full-grown cats and rats in a lab setting…go figure?!). I had to resort to…don’t laugh…YouTube. You can find the very simple, a 6-year-old-can-do-it, video below.

And what did I set it with? Why, a Gummy Worm coated in peanut butter, of course! That little basta…er, Disney mascot had better be there in the morning…in the land of the non-living!!! Updates will be forthcoming…

Some fun facts about the number 100…

April 6, 2011

Well, folks, I’ve reached a pretty neat milestone; this is my 100th post! I’ve been trying to think about what to write, as I consider the number 100 to be pretty symbolic, and I’m big on symbolism and celebrations. Posts 1-99 and 101-199 were and can be used for platforms for my various experiences, opinions and rants, so I thought I would do something different for this momentous occasion. Unfortunately, the only time I encounter the number 100 is when I’m rolling pennies with my mother (SO sad on several accounts! ;)), so I had to do some reading and research around the Net in order to dig up some interesting/cool facts. So, sit back and enjoy; I wish I could keep this post to 100 words, but that will never happen!

  • in the year 100, the wheelbarrow made its first appearance in China (and, I can attest from my trip there in 2006, is still being used today!)
  • it is the sum of the first ten odd numbers (1+3+5+7+9+11+13+17+19+21=100)
  • the minimum number of yards for a Par 3 hole in golf
  • a “Googol” is the number 1 followed by 100 zeros
  • the very first song on the Billboard Hot 100 was “Poor Little Fool” by Ricky Nelson on August 4, 1958
  • In Belgium, 100 is the ambulance and firefighter telephone number
  • Take this quiz to see what 100 calories looks like!
  • an estimated 75% of Canadians live within 100 miles of the US border
  • as of September 2010, Japan had approximately 44,449 centenarians (people living to the age of 100); the most in the world
  • 100 years ago, in 1911:
  • – the first International Women’s Day was observed
  • – the theft of the Mona Lisa was discovered in the Louvre
  • – Roald Amundsen’s expedition reached the South Pole
  • – Ronald Reagan was born on 06 February
  • – L. Ron Hubbard, American science fiction author and founder of Scientology, was born on 13 March
  • – Lucille Ball was born onΒ  06 August
  • 1.1 billion people worldwide live on less than 100 cents ($1) a day

Thanks so much to all the readers who have been here from day one, and to those who have “found” me through links, searches, message boards or just pure luck ;). As always, I invite comments and suggestions; if you have a “100” fact that you would like to see on the list, please let me know!