goodbye old friend

Well, it's time. Time to move the blog. Time to shut down this one.

I know it's silly, but I'm kinda sad about moving. Silly. But true. The blog was and has been my safe place, my emotional outlet, the place where I could be free and be me, all of me, any me, every me-any day of the week.

It's just time. Time to move on. I've changed. This part of me is closed. The person who was when this blog started, no longer is.

I've grown. I've matured. I've healed.

Nine months of intensely painful therapy will do that. I would hope it would do that. Thank god it did that for me.

So, it's time to move. I hope you will all continue to join me on my new journey. If not, that's fine too. I'm glad you were here for this part of the journey. But this part of the journey is now over.


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just sayin'

I seem to be drinking a lot.

"A lot" is subjective.

But, there appears to be a few empty wine bottles and a few empty beer bottles about my kitchen area.
There may be an empty vodka bottle as well.

These weren't emptied all at once.
I mean, that's just irresponsible drinking and begging for a hangover.

More like one at a time over the course of a few weeks.

Okay. It hasn't been a few weeks. Just since school has been finished.

So a few-ish weeks.

I need to empty my fridge for the move.

No sense in adding to the move-age, ya know? Just practical, really.

I like being practical.

I also seem to be drinking alone.
I hear when you drink alone that's the sign of a true alcoholic.
Just what I hear.

Probably just rumors.

I ignore rumors.
And bad advice.

That bottle of red wine from Budapest that I was saving was dee-lish.
I like dee-lish.
And de-groovy.
De-light can sometimes be bright and distracting.
But I don't like to dance with another.

quote of the week: yeah, but what color is it?

"It's white."
-George Washington describing the White House.

inner dork: a watched pot

Two weeks in a row! Holy cow, inner dork is really back!

Did you know that water boils at 212 degrees Fahrenheit at sea level, and at 150 degrees Fahrenheit at the top of Mount Everest.

Hmmm, interesting.

But what happens if you watch that pot?

the computer flu

So, on Sunday my computer was taken down by the Trojan Horse computer virus. It was fun. However, I (think) (hope) (pray) that I was able to outwit it. I outwitted it by going into my control panel and adding anti-virus protection, while my screen was shouting at me to buy the no-name anti-virus wear for $49.95. More than 24 hours later...and at 15+ viruses were contained.

Who's a bad ass?

Me.

Or just extremely patient and broke, therefore, I had the time and the broke-ness made me fix it myself.
Had school still been in session, these same patience would not have been found.

However, in all of this, I discovered that yes, I am WAY to dependent on technology. Well, not so much technology, cause I do not have an i-Pod, or any other techie gear, but I have become way too dependent on my computer and more specifically, email. Gosh, but I do love the e-mail. Part of this had to do with the fact that I posted a lot of my stuff on craigslist and I wanted to see if I had any inquires (well over 10 for my free couch and recliner. Which have both been spoken for.) (nothing for the things I want money for. Go figure.) But still, I think I need to ween myself from the keyboard.

How about you? What are you too dependent on?

clean-up

The parents came for a quick stay-over and left after a good breakfast of carbs, dead animals, and grease.

A lot of stuff was donated and a lot of stuff was sent home with them to put into my old bedroom.
A lot more still needs to be packed. (sigh.) I hate packing, moving I don't mind so much. Packing, to me, means throw-out, get rid of, donate, and why the hell do I have this? eck! Get rid of it. It's cathartic.

I should probably be packing right now.

Honestly, if it was practical I would donate, sell, and throw-out 99% of what I own. By the time it is over, I will have donated about 25% of my schtuff.
Why not all 99%? Well, because I will need to replace it. Ala, my couch, chair...and that takes money and my mortgage payment kicks-in in December and it's for 10 years, so..... ("Mortgage" means "student loans.")

However, the big, ugly, comfy couch will be donated and so will the recliner, which is in perpetual recline. The reason? The couch has lost one of its adjectives (comfy) and the recliner (although still amazingly comfy) is in perpetual recline (meaning, it's broken.) So much of my stuff is old. And it was old when I received it for free, so, it's time to donate it on.
Oh, and my microwave, which I call "the oldest microwave ever invented and still in continual use." It's a monster. Cook a 20 lbs. turkey in it, monster. It also might not be safe. Safe to use. Some of those micro waves may not be staying in the unit. It's just a theory I have, but probably not that far-fetched. (Truly, it's from the late 70s, early 80s. They don't make 'em like this anymore.)

Anyway. I've thought about what do I really need, materially, what do I need? Clothes (as in what I have, non-name label), my funky jewelry (much of which I have made)(or have come from my travels) and my artwork (paints, brushes, canvases, and what I have made/completed) that's about it.
It used to include my books. I love reading and learning, but I've learned that's what the library is for. (Half.com is a great way to sell and make money.)

So, if that's all I need, why do I have more than that?

How about you, what do you need? Cannot part with?

goodness!

As of this moment I have been viewed 11,000 times.

I feel so exposed.

But in a good way.

I also feel this is a good time to give a heads up that I will be moving. Moving my living space and also my blog space. More on that next week or so.

The week+ of no school has been pure bliss. Heavenly. Lovely. No guilt that I should be doing something other than sleeping and watching mindless TV. Worry over a grade, a paper, or something else completely arbitrary and out of my control. I have been in school since 2003. Full time since 2004. The longest break I've had from the book learning has been winter break of three weeks. I also worked in academia...that's a lot of schoolin'.

Anyway. It's been wonderful.

More on the move next week. Or so.

inner dork: 86'd

ohmygodinnerdorkisback!

I know! I'm giddy and running my words together, too!

So, having worked in the restaurant biz, and my infinite love for the Travel Channel and the Food Network (although the love for the Food Net is waning. Not a fan of the new shows.) Anywho, I've always wondered where the phrase 86'd came from.

So, after several consultations, I found that there is not one answer, but several. So, I am going with the answers I saw the most frequently and the ones which make the most plausible sense.

Did you know....

The phrase 86'd referrers to when a diner/restaurant/cafe/coffee shop/food eatery of the like and kind that serve food and beverages, runs out of said food and drink items.
Why 86'd and not 23?

Because: a grave is 8 feet long and 6 feet deep. Hence, 86.
Or, because New York had a statute #86 that stated a bartender should stop serving a patron when they became too inebriated. (hmm, I've been 86'd once.) (Maybe more.) (I couldn't say with any accuracy how many times it may or may not have happened.)
Another answer is that restaurants used to use a number system: ie: 33, I want a cherry coke, 82 meant, "I want a glass of water," 99, the manager is around. And so on.

Hmm, who knew?? Not me.

You've been dorked.

just askin'

Bridezillas, what the hell. How do these women get men to agree to marry them?
What the hell is wrong with the men who are agreeing to marry them?

Train wreck. Absolute train wreck.

Cannot turn my eyes away from said train wreck.

super-quick update

First, anon comments are ridiculous.

Second, I.am.finished.with.grad.school!!!

Tuesday was my official last day. Yay!

Wednesday a girlfriend and I went out for lunch..for four hours...it was awesome to just sit and not have lingering guilt that I should be doing school work, or talking about school work, or worrying about school work. Awesomeness.

I won't know my grades until Wednesday. Two classes I was hanging on for dear life to my "B" so, let's hope I was able to do so. One class was an undergrad class, I was one of two grad students in there and truly, she expected PhD-style work from us. Um, no.

Anyway, it's over, it's done. Thank you jesus, and karma, and budda, and, and, and!

On the job possibilities front, I have two leads. One is working one-on-one with special needs children and adults (thanks, facebook for the power of reconnecting with old friends and networking). The other is a an amazing opportunity, which would have me moving to St. Louis. I really want this gig, so I am not going to jinx it by speaking of its amazing-ness. (When I speak of things on the blog, they get jinxed.)

Okay, I hope everyone is amazing and I will hence-forth be reading each blog faithfully and I will now also have the brain-power to comment.

Thanks for all of your well-wishes, encouragement, and love and hugs over the past two years, I really, really greatly appreciate it all!