I love spring. It's one of my two favorite seasons. Fall being the other. But it is a crazy time of year for me. So crazy that I have 150 bazillion ideas for blog posts, but no time to actually do them and they're all heavy ideas. And I just don't wanna go there right now.
So instead I'm borrowing from Twitter's 100 facts about me thing and I'm gonna share 20 facts about me. Cause let's face it. Are there really 100 facts about me? Really? Or if I do 100 maybe I'll split them up in 5 weekly posts or something. So...
1) my favorite color is purple, but I'm not one of those 'my whole world has to be purple' people. I own a LOT of pink and brown.
2) I look like little miss innocent, so I've shocked people all my life with different facts about me and I enjoy the heck out of that. I love the look on people's faces when I tell them something and they're all "Really? You?"
3) On my iPod is everything from Metallica to The Eagles to Nelly to Lady Gaga to Brooks and Dunn.
4) I watched professional wrestling from junior high up until a few years ago. Yes I KNOW it's fake. Not what I watch it for....
5) I was 39 years old before I realized I hate sloppy joes.
6) I once got an A- on a paper in high school when I should have gotten an F because the paper was so good she couldn't fail me just for a fragmented sentence. She chalked it up to artistic license.
7) This is the longest I've gone in years without completely chopping my hair off. I let it grow and grow and then get sick of it and want to chop it off. So far I'm good with it being long.
8) I don't like video games where I have to interact with people. Just leave me alone with my spider solitaire and it'll all be ok.
9) The proverb that means the most to me is 'Trust in God, but lock your car.' That may be it's own blog post at some point...
10) I have a tattoo. I have at least one more planned that has a lot of meaning to me. I figured I would be a "one and done" person, but no. I get the addiction.
11) I absolutely love NASCAR. I follow it just a little obsessively. There are more drivers I like than I don't like and Twitter has made me a complete Jimmie Johnson convert.
12) I can only buy one box of Peeps at a time because I could (and would) eat my weight in them.
13) I hate washing dishes, doing laundry and ironing, but I absolutely love the result.
14) I worked as a car hop in high school and no I did not wear rollerskates.
15) Professional football, basketball and baseball annoy/bore the heck out of me. I love college football, basketball and softball, but I haven't really been able to get into college baseball. Baseball only really interests me if I have a player in the game. (I love me some t-ball. That age is so stinkin' cute!)
16) I have rules about college sports. If it's not in the Big 12 I'm not going to pay a lot of attention unless they're playing a Big 12 team. #1 Team - Oklahoma State. Always cheer over an Oklahoma team above any other. No OK team, always cheer for the Texas team. Texas teams playing each other, it's Texas Tech, Texas, Baylor and A & M in that order. (Except for this year because the Aggie qb is from my town.)
17) Give me a cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper and I'll forgive anything.
18) I'm all about the acronym shows. NCIS, NCIS - LA, CSI whatever, and then Criminal Minds because they're too cool for an acronym. Especially NCIS and CM. Seriously. Syndication just feeds my addiction. And then throw in Sons of Anarchy and Justified for good measure. (I've gotta have some bad boys in the mix.)
19) I blame Fonzie and Vinnie Barbarino for my "bad boys in motorcycle jackets" thing.
20) I....love....lists.
I may have to do 100. Just not now. Maybe an every couple of weeks thing.
Showing posts with label Bringing Happy Back World Tour. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Karma and my Lucky Day
I'm a firm believer in karma. What you give out you get back. How you treat others is how you're going to be treated. However you want to word it, I am a firm believer in it. Most of the time I think about it in negative connotations. As in, the person that got me will eventually get got. The most obvious example I have of this is a woman I know who at one time sued someone for something that she knowingly participated in. But the other person did break some ethical and moral rules so she had grounds....but she really didn't. She was mad and wanted the other person to pay. She won a good sum of money. Several months later another person stole the money from her. I'm not sure what happened to him, but in my book it was a clear case of karma.
What I don't think about often is the good that comes back to people. If you put out negative and you get negative then it reasonably follows that if you put out positive, you get it right back. It may not be today and it may not be tomorrow, but eventually, you'll get it.
A few weeks ago we had a basketball tournament at my school. I willingly volunteered my time that week-end to help out and I had to buy a $45 ticket to pay for the privilege to do that. I did it with little complaining (and by a little complaining I mean less than everybody else - I did gripe about it a little bit.) But I was there. Two of the booths set up there had raffles. One group was raffling off chocolate. (Never underestimate the power of free chocolate. Seriously) The other group was raffling off an iPad. The chocolate was a free raffle, so it was no big deal. I wrote my name and number down and went off to support the team I was hosting. A little while later my husband calls me. I won the chocolate. Sweet! The funny thing is..he put his name in 4 or 5 times. And I won it with my one little ticket. Yay me!! But then hubby tries to steal it from me.
High off my win of the chocolate (and the sugar, obviously) I decided that with that kind of luck I was going to buy $5 worth of raffle tickets for the iPad. What the heck, right? I was so sure I wasn't going to win it that I left my tickets at the house when we stopped by there before the awards banquet. We live close by so I ran back to get them, but I almost didn't. The time comes to draw the raffle. My numbers were 429-434. So if I didn't see 43 then I was probably out. They call out 4-2 and then start back at 4 because this was a deaf basketball tournament and someone was writing it on a white board. So they start again. 4-2-9. Wait, what? No way! I won the iPad. I became an insta-celebrity. I give my hubby the chocolates. One woman bought $140 worth of raffle tickets. Seriously?
Several people told me I should have gone straight from there to buy a lottery ticket, but I wasn't feeling it anymore.
Here's where the karma comes in. I work my rear-end off at extra-curricular things. Often paying for the privilege to do so. Now, if it's something like the Christmas party or end of year softball game or something - minor stuff. The odds of me showing up are slim. Usually I've got a dr's appointment or a migraine or something. But the major stuff. I'm there. Other people, not so much. They're there as long as they're required to be and that's it. I don't get a lot of atta-girls from the bosses. But last year I won 80 something dollars at our big 5 year celebration. This year I win an iPad. And chocolate. Good karma.
But now that I recognize it, I will never win anything at a school function again. Oh well. That's alright.
What I don't think about often is the good that comes back to people. If you put out negative and you get negative then it reasonably follows that if you put out positive, you get it right back. It may not be today and it may not be tomorrow, but eventually, you'll get it.
A few weeks ago we had a basketball tournament at my school. I willingly volunteered my time that week-end to help out and I had to buy a $45 ticket to pay for the privilege to do that. I did it with little complaining (and by a little complaining I mean less than everybody else - I did gripe about it a little bit.) But I was there. Two of the booths set up there had raffles. One group was raffling off chocolate. (Never underestimate the power of free chocolate. Seriously) The other group was raffling off an iPad. The chocolate was a free raffle, so it was no big deal. I wrote my name and number down and went off to support the team I was hosting. A little while later my husband calls me. I won the chocolate. Sweet! The funny thing is..he put his name in 4 or 5 times. And I won it with my one little ticket. Yay me!! But then hubby tries to steal it from me.
High off my win of the chocolate (and the sugar, obviously) I decided that with that kind of luck I was going to buy $5 worth of raffle tickets for the iPad. What the heck, right? I was so sure I wasn't going to win it that I left my tickets at the house when we stopped by there before the awards banquet. We live close by so I ran back to get them, but I almost didn't. The time comes to draw the raffle. My numbers were 429-434. So if I didn't see 43 then I was probably out. They call out 4-2 and then start back at 4 because this was a deaf basketball tournament and someone was writing it on a white board. So they start again. 4-2-9. Wait, what? No way! I won the iPad. I became an insta-celebrity. I give my hubby the chocolates. One woman bought $140 worth of raffle tickets. Seriously?
Several people told me I should have gone straight from there to buy a lottery ticket, but I wasn't feeling it anymore.
Here's where the karma comes in. I work my rear-end off at extra-curricular things. Often paying for the privilege to do so. Now, if it's something like the Christmas party or end of year softball game or something - minor stuff. The odds of me showing up are slim. Usually I've got a dr's appointment or a migraine or something. But the major stuff. I'm there. Other people, not so much. They're there as long as they're required to be and that's it. I don't get a lot of atta-girls from the bosses. But last year I won 80 something dollars at our big 5 year celebration. This year I win an iPad. And chocolate. Good karma.
But now that I recognize it, I will never win anything at a school function again. Oh well. That's alright.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Happy Time
We all saw the commercials this past holiday season. "Peggy" the credit card service guy. Tells this woman she has like no money from points and then he says "Happy Time".
I love Peggy.
And all my ick, angst, meh from last week seems to have disappeared into "Happy Time".
The reasons, I think, are this....
My dryer broke last week. Okay, not life-threatening or anything. I mean, I already hang dry my husbands jeans and I could easily do that to his work shirts. I could go to the laundromat and do the other two loads a week of laundry I have (It's just me and the little mister at home, we don't go through that many clothes). It's a do-able situation. Except money has been tight and I'm stressed about money anyway. I was envisioning hundreds of dollars to fix or that we'd need a new one. No telling when that would happen. But I wasn't figuring on my husband being like a dog with a bone. Every night after work he tried something on it, he cleaned it out, he took the heating unit to the repair place, he borrowed an electrical sensor thingy and tested everything. It was 5 days before it was all put back together and fixed...but...it...is...fixed!!!!!
Much more importantly than the whole dryer thing...we found out that my baby niece has congenital hip dysplasia and there was the potential for her to have surgery which would have ended up with her being in a body cast. Her doctors appointment was this week and she doesn't have to have surgery. She just has to go back in a year. Sweet.
I found out last week that I'm getting a niece in Oklahoma and a nephew in Texas. I collect nieces and nephews like most people collect sea shells and this will be niece # 4 and nephew number 6...oh and baby nephew already has a nickname. Thanks to his father's weirdness he is henceforth and forever..."SpidaMan". How could that not be a "Happy Time".
And finally, I spent Saturday watching my grandkids while my step-son and his girlfriend went to look for Hailey Dunn. I'm so sad about this missing little girl and it reminded me how lucky I am, once again, that all my family are fairly healthy and happy. We don't have any problems nearly that big today. We may tomorrow, but today....everything is alright.
So yeah, last week I was full of the sad, stressed, freaked out. This week...full of the happy.
I love Peggy.
And all my ick, angst, meh from last week seems to have disappeared into "Happy Time".
The reasons, I think, are this....
My dryer broke last week. Okay, not life-threatening or anything. I mean, I already hang dry my husbands jeans and I could easily do that to his work shirts. I could go to the laundromat and do the other two loads a week of laundry I have (It's just me and the little mister at home, we don't go through that many clothes). It's a do-able situation. Except money has been tight and I'm stressed about money anyway. I was envisioning hundreds of dollars to fix or that we'd need a new one. No telling when that would happen. But I wasn't figuring on my husband being like a dog with a bone. Every night after work he tried something on it, he cleaned it out, he took the heating unit to the repair place, he borrowed an electrical sensor thingy and tested everything. It was 5 days before it was all put back together and fixed...but...it...is...fixed!!!!!
Much more importantly than the whole dryer thing...we found out that my baby niece has congenital hip dysplasia and there was the potential for her to have surgery which would have ended up with her being in a body cast. Her doctors appointment was this week and she doesn't have to have surgery. She just has to go back in a year. Sweet.
I found out last week that I'm getting a niece in Oklahoma and a nephew in Texas. I collect nieces and nephews like most people collect sea shells and this will be niece # 4 and nephew number 6...oh and baby nephew already has a nickname. Thanks to his father's weirdness he is henceforth and forever..."SpidaMan". How could that not be a "Happy Time".
And finally, I spent Saturday watching my grandkids while my step-son and his girlfriend went to look for Hailey Dunn. I'm so sad about this missing little girl and it reminded me how lucky I am, once again, that all my family are fairly healthy and happy. We don't have any problems nearly that big today. We may tomorrow, but today....everything is alright.
So yeah, last week I was full of the sad, stressed, freaked out. This week...full of the happy.
Friday, January 7, 2011
End of 2010/Beginning of 2011
I haven't blogged since the middle of December and here it is the end of the first week in January. It seems like forever ago, but really...not.
My two weeks off from work were nice. Spent some time with family, chilled out, watched a lot of tv, got some exercise, watched some football, cooked, cleaned, the usual. Stressed out a lot. Which was stupid. It's all my fault, too. It's a long story, but it involved reading my electric bill wrong and thinking the electricity was going to be turned off any minute because I didn't have the money to pay it until the first. If I had gone back and re-read my electric bill, it would have saved me roughly 379 panic attacks. So my "chilling out" was seriously hampered the first week of my vacation.
I did not make NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS like I always do, but I set goals for where I wanted to be this time next year and by the end of January. Which means in my mind that I don't have to do them all RIGHT NOW, but I've recognized that they're all part of a process. And my goals for January aren't even things that all have to be done right this minute like every day in the month of January I'm going to eat my vegetables and work out for 2 hours a day. For example, one goal for January is that I'm going to take a room in my house each week-end and clean/re-organize/re-arrange. Which I like a whole lot better than "I AM GOING TO REORGANIZE MY WHOLE HOUSE!!!" Which is destined to fail because my whole house is a little overwhelming, but my bathroom during the week-end of January 7-9 doesn't leave me feeling all that freaked.
But still, when I was going through my calendars for 2011 I just had this feeling of "Ick" like I don't want to deal with 2011. No offense 2011, but for some reason I just don't like you. It's like when you meet a person and they seem alright but for some reason you just don't like them. I'm sure you're a perfectly nice year, but I'm not feeling it. Maybe it's because you're the year that's going to force me to turn 40. Maybe I just don't like the number 11. I don't know. But for some reason I was putting dates on my calendar and just kept thinking I just don't want to deal.
Part of my problem is that there have been several years where nothing really bad has happened. Maybe somewhere in the back of my mind is the thought that the other shoe has to drop eventually. I'm not really sure. I've just been kind of "meh" all week. But...I'm a Member of the Band over at Band Back Together and this is the year of "Bringing Back the Happy" over there. It's the Bringing Happy Back World Tour and I am going on it. I just didn't realize I was going to drag myself kicking and screaming and I'm really not sure why.
My two weeks off from work were nice. Spent some time with family, chilled out, watched a lot of tv, got some exercise, watched some football, cooked, cleaned, the usual. Stressed out a lot. Which was stupid. It's all my fault, too. It's a long story, but it involved reading my electric bill wrong and thinking the electricity was going to be turned off any minute because I didn't have the money to pay it until the first. If I had gone back and re-read my electric bill, it would have saved me roughly 379 panic attacks. So my "chilling out" was seriously hampered the first week of my vacation.
I did not make NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS like I always do, but I set goals for where I wanted to be this time next year and by the end of January. Which means in my mind that I don't have to do them all RIGHT NOW, but I've recognized that they're all part of a process. And my goals for January aren't even things that all have to be done right this minute like every day in the month of January I'm going to eat my vegetables and work out for 2 hours a day. For example, one goal for January is that I'm going to take a room in my house each week-end and clean/re-organize/re-arrange. Which I like a whole lot better than "I AM GOING TO REORGANIZE MY WHOLE HOUSE!!!" Which is destined to fail because my whole house is a little overwhelming, but my bathroom during the week-end of January 7-9 doesn't leave me feeling all that freaked.
But still, when I was going through my calendars for 2011 I just had this feeling of "Ick" like I don't want to deal with 2011. No offense 2011, but for some reason I just don't like you. It's like when you meet a person and they seem alright but for some reason you just don't like them. I'm sure you're a perfectly nice year, but I'm not feeling it. Maybe it's because you're the year that's going to force me to turn 40. Maybe I just don't like the number 11. I don't know. But for some reason I was putting dates on my calendar and just kept thinking I just don't want to deal.
Part of my problem is that there have been several years where nothing really bad has happened. Maybe somewhere in the back of my mind is the thought that the other shoe has to drop eventually. I'm not really sure. I've just been kind of "meh" all week. But...I'm a Member of the Band over at Band Back Together and this is the year of "Bringing Back the Happy" over there. It's the Bringing Happy Back World Tour and I am going on it. I just didn't realize I was going to drag myself kicking and screaming and I'm really not sure why.
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