Everyone should watch this

I recently watched the documentary "The Cove." It was heart-wrenching and everyone should watch it. http://www.takepart.com/thecove

Advice for my sister

So my awesome little sis is going back to school and I thought I would offer her some advice for juggling school and life. Although our situations are different, I do school with a full-time job and she does school with a full-time Squidgy, we both are doing major work with time management. So here goes with the advice:

1. A little dust never killed anyone. I know that my sister loves to have a clean house. Surprisingly for my mom, I do too. However, there will be times when you have to put homework over having a spotless home. Professors will not care that your assignment is late because you can't stand dishes in your sink. It can add to the stress to be working on an assignment and see a layer of dust on something and think "it would only take a minute" but that is the procrastination talking. The dust will be there tomorrow when your assignment is not due.
2. Take out can be your best friend (unless you are poor and then mac and cheese is your best friend). Time spent cooking is time away from your homework. Start thinking now about some healthy take-out and/or quick meal options - they will come in handy. I am all about mac and peas. You do the mac and cheese and add some peas - you know - for veggies and such.
3. Plan your homework around quiet times. For my sister, this would be Squidgy school time. For me it is when my neighbors aren't partying (they party a lot).
4. Invest in snacks. I just realized a lot of my advice is centered on food, but seriously, a bite-sized candy bar or ten makes a world of difference when you are three hours into writing a paper.
5. Try not to procrastinate (see above comment). You know why I needed a bite-sized candy bar? Because - I waited until the last minute and I am three hours into writing a paper that is due THAT DAY. I justify it by saying I do my best work under pressure. Don't be like me! I am a bad example. It just leads to stress and stress leads to break-outs (that or all the candy I'm consuming).
6. Remember that your sister is available to commiserate. School can be tough, but it is totally worth it and I am here for you girl!
   

Lost!

I'm pretty sure there are more commercials than actual Lost footage in this finale. To quote Sawyer - "Son of a bitch!"

It's Spring Yo!

So I have officially finished another semester of grad school - OH YEAH! I am a tad crazy so I will be attending summer as well. In the mean time - BEHOLD ...

It is my garden and it is wonderful. Tons of thanks to my friend who put it together for me. You all know I wasn't responsible for that - it looks all professional and such. You may now commence with guessing how long it will take me to kill each and every living thing in that box - cuz you know I will what with my black thumbs and all.

In other news ... Did I mention I live in my town's ghetto? I am organizing a neighborhood watch because graffiti IS NOT COOL! Unless it is cool - like art. You sir/madam, are no artist.

Lessons learned by officially becoming an adult

Lesson One
Just because your sister tells you that the internet says to cook rice for 30 minutes - does not mean it is a good idea. Does anyone know who to remove charred rice from a pan?

Lesson Two
Some washing machines do not enjoy being loaded to the hilt. They kind of explode in a mass of water and suds.

Lesson Three
Fruit by the Foot will make you sick if you eat it for three days straight on a crazy paper-writing binge.

There are more lessons but I am at the tale end of the crazy paper-writing binge so yeah - good luck getting anything coherent out of me.

One Amazing Man

Today my grandfather passed away. He was a truly wonderful man. I always told people that he was a mixture between John Wayne and Johnny Cash, if Johnny Cash played the organ. My grandpa was a man's man. He drove trucks, he served in the military during World War II and during the final years of his life - he had three girlfriends. He had a swagger and bravado that immediately endeared people to him and made you want to be around him just so you could be cool by association. He could play any instrument by ear, however his instrument of choice was the organ which we would always beg him to play when we would visit him. He could also make one mean taco. He was a wonderful, sweet, amazing man and I will miss him immensely.

It's funny - because it's true!

I'm one of THOSE bloggers

Yes - I am officially one of those bloggers who only blogs every second full moon. I feel like I have a good excuse, a number actually. 1 - my life is really too boring to blog about. It is sad, but true, unless you really want to read about that time I jacked up my leg on an inflate-a-slide, my life holds no real excitement. 2 - work is crazy busy! My job is insanely busy right now and I am feeling a little scattered. I was asked me the other day if I was dyslexic and I was all "um, no" and they were all "are you sure?" I just have brain fuzz, brain fuzz happens when too much stuff is all swimming around in your head. 3 - GRAD SCHOOL IS A LOT OF WORK! Holy cheese, I have assignment on top of assignment and I think I am developing an ulcer with all the worrying I am doing about how I am going to accomplish everything. And yes, I know I started with saying my life is boring, but seriously - work and school is all I do. Does that seem at all exciting? Yeah, didn't think so.

School!

So I started my graduate program in Library Science and I am hoping that it is a better fit than English. People have been telling me that I am too much of a spaz to be a librarian, but I think that the world needs more spazy librarians. My enthusiasm can get people excited about books or cause them the scream in horror at the sight of a library for fear that I am in there.

In other news, my cute Squidgy is still visiting and we have become very close. We watch Imagination Movers together (I have a thing for Rich) and I make her laugh so hard she barfs and then my sister yells at me, "You Made Her Barf!!!!!!" And then we barf/laugh some more. Good times.

Lots o' Stuff

Lots of stuff has been going on in Ferrataland lately. I am frantically preparing for grad school (I HAVE STRESS PEOPLE!). I am trying to keep up with my cute Squidgy - she has taken to peeing on the floor, while it is less disgusting than her previous habit of poo art, it still is unpleasant to clean up after. She is also channeling Jackson Pollock on our walls and her medium is chocolate milk. She also managed to flash my bits to a group of older gentlemen at a pool as well as at a local eatery. THANKS SQUIDGY! More updates will be forthcoming.

My bad

So my previous blog is an example of why you should never blog when emotional. Oy! Anyhoo I think I just squished a brown recluse but upon doing some research I think it was a wolf spider instead and if that is the case I feel bad because I don't like to kill things that will not make my flesh shrivel up and die.

Updates

So I put an offer on another house and didn't get it because housing prices are still way too inflated and sellers don't realize it. I am really ticked about this and could write a long expletive-filled rant but I won't I am just going to go cry into some ice cream. In other news I got into grad school so it isn't all crap.

Some Advice

Some advice for home sellers - spraying A TON of pine-scented air freshener does not cover up the fact that your pet peed ALL OVER THE CARPET - it just makes it smell like your cat/dog peed under a tree.

Still Looking

So they didn't accept my offer. I offered the max I could go but it just wasn't enough. I'll just keep looking. In other news, my super cute Squidgy is in town.

This is really sort of happening!

I made an offer on a house! Wish me luck! Excessive use of exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"As if you could out dance me"

Hee Hee

House hunting from hell

So I have looked at quite a few houses and I have decided that houses in my price range are in my price range because the hell mouth just regurgitated them. YUM! I am realizing that I can buy an okay house in an neighborhood that contains 90% of my town’s sex offenders or I can buy the housing equivalent of a giant turd in a neighborhood I would feel comfortable walking my future dog in. I have decided to go with the giant turd. I can live with giant turd for the time being – as long as it doesn’t smell like a giant turd, or a giant stinky bum, or sun-dried cat urine, or that Seinfeld b.o., or my nephew’s feet. I’m not picky at all.

I can still smell the cat urine

So I've been looking into buying a house. What's that you say? You thought I was going to live my parents forever. That is still a possibility until the papers are signed. Anyway, I started looking at properties yesterday and can I just say that I now know why you can sometimes find cheap homes in nice neighborhoods, two words - cat urine.

The first house I looked at did not involve cat urine, just lots of duck tape, a bouncy floor (is a floor supposed to do that?) and bedrooms the size of most closets. On the upside, the vintage tile on the bathroom floor was awesome as were the strange submarine lights on either side of the vanity.

The second house may have had something living in the basement, but both the realtor and I were too scared to venture beyond the disaster area that once passed for a kitchen. By the by if you are looking for the number for a Keith in Vegas - I can hook you up - it made for some nice graffiti.

The last house welcomed us with the overpowering smell of sun-baked cat urine. I had to cover my face or I would have yakked. The carpet had caked in urine spots all over it. I should have taken pictures because I am sure they would have rivaled the carpet from a picture I found while real estate surfing of what looked like a crime scene. BIG GIANT GLOBS OF YELLOW! In the bathroom, the tub decided that it would not be outdone by litter box carpet and had an almost black residue that I didn't take a closer look at because I am sure it was alive. I didn't pay much attention to the kitchen because I was running away from the tub. The basement had fewer carpet stains and a sloping, varying height ceiling. You would always have to be on your guard or you would come face to face with low hanging cement slab. Fun for April Fools but rather unnecessary the rest of the year.

Needless to say I am going to keep looking. The first house was really in the best shape out of the bunch, but it was way to small to hold all my shizz.

More car stuff

So the ashtray car was kind of making me sick. I called today and received a replacement, an SUV replacement which is the universe's way of telling me to hoard more stuff. I was always limited to what I could fit in the puff, but now I can go for whatever will fit in the big ass trunk. YEAH! I am so hitting up the thrift stores and garage sales this weekend.

In other news, I am apply to a new graduate program. Here is hoping I am accepted. If you are wondering what happened with the English program - loved the reading, loved the lectures, had issues with writing and obviously grammer. It is sad how little I know about our friend the comma.