Not Bittersweet--just pure Sweet!

Today is my last exam of my college career. It's hard to believe it's already here, but I am ready to move on and do something new that doesn't involve going to class and homework!

Today is also my last day of work and I am jumping for joy!

The most wonderful time of the year...

So, James and I are celebrating our 4th Christmas together as a married couple. It's the first time that I am actually sending out Christmas cards and I am really proud. The picture above is not the picture that is on the card, but it is my 2nd favorite. I think it's really sweet and I love the fact that Brian is caught with his tongue out.

Traffic School Graduation

Today, I graduated from a four-hour online traffic school course. I now have to drive four miles to the Clerk of Court to give them my certificate of completion.
In four days, I graduate from UCF with my four-year degree.

Now I have to go take a four-minute shower if I plan on making it to class on time!

(This post has been brought to you by the number four.)

The Yuppy Puppy

Well, November is almost over and I have no blogs posted thus far in this month! Shameful, I know, but in my defense it has been a busy month.

James and I are getting ready for the Christmas holidays--we've bought a tree, decorated it, and even put up lights on the outside of the house. Ahh, I live for Christmas time. I love the music, the friends and family, cozy sweaters, piping hot apple cider, and Christmas cheer in general.

This upcoming month is very exciting for me because I graduate from the University of Central Florida with my bachelor's degree. That's big! I am also looking for a job, which is pretty time-consuming. Thus far, I estimate that I have sent my resume to about 20 companies, and have received only one call back. I am not discouraged though; I have faith that the right job will find me if I work hard enough. It's tough to think about finding a job in the midst of final exams, research papers and numerous final projects. At this point though, I only have to make it through 1 and a half weeks, and I will be through! What an encouraging thought...

I'd throw off the groove of my blog if I just left an update on my life with no poignant thoughts on something worth thinking about. What I want to say isn't really that important though--it's actually quite self-centered. But isn't that part of blogging? If I wasn't self-centered, I wouldn't bother to blog in hopes that a bored public would be entertained by my musings. Anyhow...

Today, my millionaire boss called me a "yuppy". This came about after I explained how a particular salary wouldn't justify the work involved in a particular job. ($35K annually for a job that often requires 60-70 and sometimes 80 hours of work per week!) My Mercedes-AND-Lamborghini driving boss proceeded to tell me how she and her son could easily survive on 35K annually. She paid no attention to my arguments, but rather insisted that I am a "yuppy" because I don't shop at WAL-Mart and I drive a Honda Element.

What?!

She knows that I choose not to shop at WAL-Mart because of their un-humanistic capitalism and their disrespect for their employees and customers (and millions of other reasons!) And what does driving a Honda have to do with being a yuppy? Did she bother to look in her own garage? Because there is a Lamborghini and a Mercedes SUV sitting in there! Can you afford either on $35,000 a year? An Element is, in my opinion, a humble and function-oriented car. It has never been a status-symbol for me. Ever. I just like the dang car!

Here’s the thing—I think of yuppies as being materialistic and socially-driven. I never want that to be me. In fact, it is not me. But if I am a “yuppy” because I drive a Honda Element and I have strong ideals, so be it. I am not a snob.

I am probably a lot more agitated about the comment than I should be; I just don't ever want to be classified as a "yuppy".

And on that note, I am taking my dog Brian to his groomer, called "The Yuppy Puppy" on Friday for a haircut.


Sheesh...can't they change the name?

Betty and Veronica: What's the deal?

My love for Archie comics is something that few people know about me. It’s not anything I’m ashamed of; it’s just always stayed…well, private. Reason for privacy? I have been reading Archie comics during my “B-M” time since I was 6 years old! That’s 16 years! I’m not ashamed to come out with that intimate info, but I hope I haven’t grossed you out.

My father has been buying me Archie comics for as long as I can remember. When I moved away from home, he would send me a few here and there. When I visit him, without fail he has an Archie Comics Double Digest waiting for me. (Double Digest refers to the format of the comic book, not the act in the digestion process that I am performing. Ha!)

All of that background to ask the question:
Who does Archie really like? Betty, or Veronica.
And that begs the question, why are Betty and Veronica best friends?

More will follow.

The Best of Dwight and Jim

Well, every office fan loves the ongoing bickering of Dwight and Jim, and I just ran across a clip including some of the "best" scenes with the two.

I only wish they had included Jim stabbing Dwight's medicine ball with his scissors--I will never get tired of watching that!



Enjoy, Office fans. Enjoy.

Go to bed angry!

In my conflict management class today, the professor briefly mentioned the popular piece of advice that states “you should never go to bed angry.” This is most often told to couples who are soon to wed, coming as solid advice from well-meaning, married, “experts”. (Obviously, I say that facetiously. Most often, I have noticed that this advice comes from old, bitter people who don’t seem to view their matrimony as “blissful” or anything relatively close--but again, it’s just an observation.)

I say “go to bed angry”! Yes, I said it—I broke the rule. I thought about this a lot, and it means enough to me to spend 10 minutes blogging, so hear me out.

In the heat of the moment, when you are angry, you’re least open for considering plausible solutions or collaborating on a resolution. Often, one person will accommodate the other (sometimes begrudgingly) so that the two can go to bed at peace with one another.

My advice is to summarize the issues at hand, and agree to go to bed and discuss the issue over a pot of coffee in the morning.

Perhaps when the red of anger has cleared and a new day has begun, the parties are more open and available to come up with options and win-win solutions.

So, go to bed angry, but only after you have made plans to discuss the issues when anger is no longer so strong.

Dunder-Mifflin: Infinite Paper in a Paperless World

So, as stated in my ground-breaking blog, part of the purpose of my web log is to talk about NBC's The Office. Obviously I have strayed from my original intent, but hey, no big deal. It's my prerogative (yes, that is the correct spelling of prerogative, not a typo!). And it's my blog.

I have never missed an episode of The Office. In fact, I have always watched them the same day that they premiered. Maybe I am a loser, but I prefer to think of myself as being devoted. Anyhow, I am so glad to see Pam and Jim together. Ever since their first kiss, fans like me have known they would become more than just co-workers. For the most part, I am glad that the writers kept us waiting this long. Really, I thought we'd be waiting longer.

The show has lost about 15% of its edge because the Pam/Jim tension has ceased. Also, the hour-long episodes felt like a Thanksgiving feast in which one eats so much that he quickly feels engorged... I prefer the half-hour where I savor very morsel. Not to say that I am by any means less interested in the show--quite the contrary. I no longer feel the secret underlying love-craving butterflies of Jim and Pam's small interactions, but I am glad that the relationship is out and in the open. It was inevitable, and now we get to watch the relationship develop further. Well, maybe I have mixed feelings.

I am digging the Andy/Angela/Dwight weird love triangle. It just keeps getting funnier and funnier. When Andy refers to his "necking" with Angela, I almost had to change my pants. Darryl's song was wonderful, as was the commercial that the team recorded. View the team's commercial here.

Also, full episodes are now available online!

Crossroads (not the box office "flop" starring Britney Spears)

Some people have always had a plan and they know where they’re going. Variables don’t even enter their minds. You know, those people who throughout school say:

"I am going to go to school to be a teacher, then I'll get married, buy a house, and two years later have a kid named [insert name here] and two years later have another named [insert name here]"

and then they somehow make it happen, apparently never veering from their “destiny”. They take their coffee to work in the same insulated mug everyday, bring it home, and wash it out for the next day’s use. To me that is impressive. If I see someone repeatedly use the same insulated beverage container I think “that person has it together”.

Now, you know where I am going with this. I have never had it together like that. I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I graduated high school, and submitted an application to USF at 11:30pm the day of the freshman application cutoff. Then, even though I was accepted and went to school there, it only lasted 4 days before I took an opportunity in Washington, DC. Then I meet James, drop out of the program and marry him. I then get a job, and decide after enjoying said job, that I need to go back to school. So, here I am 2 and a half years later, in Florida again, about to graduate with my bachelor’s degree. I am at a crossroads, once again, and am not sure what is going to happen. A job would be nice. But now I am tossing around the idea of grad school, or culinary school (just in my head…), or maybe creating my own business.

Now, there are also those who lack ambition… you know, the type. It takes them 6 years to complete community college while they work at Barnes and Noble and complain about money being tight. I don’t want you to confuse my type with the ambitionless. People like me have ambition, we often lack direction. Perhaps we don’t really want direction.

Now, as I write I am not looking for guidance, or even sympathy for that matter. I have just realized that I really admire the people who are structured enough to create a plan, follow through, use the same mug everyday, and maintain order. Good for them!
But for the rest of us…

Will we ever settle into a pattern or routine? Can we ever be structured? Do we want to be?

My Resume

Middle School and Oral Contraceptives?

Everyone is talking about the Portland, Maine middle school that gave an “ok” to distribute birth control to middle school students through the school’s health center. Crazy, yes, and I could go on all day about the social implications and the societal ills that allowed for such a situation, but I won’t. Logically, it just doesn’t make sense to most sane and grounded Americans.

My concern is that we’re not looking at all the effects of sexual activity in children this young. Sure, let’s control unwanted pregnancies, but what about sexually transmitted diseases and the psychological effects of premature sexual activity?

If sexually active middle school girls are on birth control pills, will they still insist that their partner wear a condom to prevent possible disease? I fear that the “smart” sexually active pre-teens who actually use condoms will no longer continue to do so, because they know that pregnancy is no longer a concern with oral contraceptives. Few middle school girls have the persistence and self-confidence to insist that their male counterpart still wear a condom if she is on “the pill”, and few boys would choose to do so! A sexually transmitted disease can be lifelong, just as a baby is, and condoms are the only way to prevent STDs.

We accept that many children, pre-teens, and teenagers use intravenous drugs recreationally—do we hand out hypodermic needles so that they can do so more safely? Sounds absurd, but it’s the same logic. Although young men and young women use drugs, we still teach them that they should avoid such activities altogether.

4parents.gov is a research-based government website that encourages abstinence and instructs parents in how to talk to their teens about sexual activity. Here’s a clip from the website that talks about the psychological implications of teen sex:

“People often believe that the only risks from teens having sex are pregnancy or
getting an STD. Not true. Teens who have sex are at risk for emotional problems
too.

It has been clear for quite some time that teen sex and emotional problems such as depression are related. What has not been clear is if teen sex causes depression, or depression causes teens to have sex. Recent research suggests that both may be true. Teens, especially girls, who have sexual intercourse may be at greater risk for
depression. And depression in teens is now known to lead to risky sexual behaviors.

A 2005 study recommended that teen girls who have sex be screened for depression. This journal article found that teen girls who had sex, took drugs, and/or started drinking were up to three times more likely to be depressed a year later than girls who did not take those risks.”

Ultimately, children need to be taught that sex is part of a healthy adult marital relationship. Let them decide from there. But don't encourage sex and unsafe sex in middle school by giving kids birth control pills. America is on the wrong path—war, loose morals, our economy, etc. Let’s learn some lessons from the fall of Rome, and start building toward something lasting and grounded.

Dinner, the most important meal of the day.

My favorite time of the day is dinner. I just love to cook something and sit down and enjoy dinner with my husband. For the last year, I have had night classes 2-4 nights a week, and this is not conducive to my love of dinner.
For instance, this week…

Sunday night’s meal: Leftover Chili and cornbread
Monday night’s meal: Leftover Chili on a baked potato
Tuesday night’s meal: Leftover Chili on a hot dog
Wednesday night’s meal: Leftover Chili over tortilla chips

I just came to the grim realization that I have consumed more chili in a four day period than any human should in a four month period!

This is utterly unacceptable, and I can’t believe that I have been reduced to eating for necessity.

I believe that since we have to eat, each meal should be as nourishing and enjoyable as possible! Dinner has now become monotonous and hurried for me. I miss the days of spontaneous, relaxed and enjoyable meals. I want to cook!



I miss the days of scallops with citrus beurre blanc…
Rosemary roasted pork tenderloin with polenta and balsamic roasted asparagus…
Fish tacos with delicious cilantro slaw and chipotle cream…
Mojo pork with black beans and yellow rice…
Chicken and corn chowder…
Handmade spinach ravioli with brown butter sauce…
Open-faced chicken cordon bleu with roasted garlic mashed potatoes and wilted spinach…
Salmon en pappilote with veggies and couscous…
Maple glazed salmon with lentils...

Ahh… food… School will be over in seven weeks, and I can get back to my passion…

Cooking.

Songs to remember

I think that music is powerful. Sure, that sounds cheesy. Britney Spears probably has said that same thing in some heartfelt interview with Barbara Walters, and that detracts from my statement. Roll with me though...


I use music to brighten up bad days and to get myself out of a "funk". It is also very mellowing when I am hyped up or anxious. Singing "I Have Confidence" from the Sound of Music really does give me confidence. I actually sang that song the day I left home.


"What will this day be like? I wonder.

What will my future be? I wonder.

It could be so exciting to be out in the world, to be free

My heart should be wildly rejoicing

Oh, what's the matter with me?

I've always longed for adventure

To do the things I've never dared

And here I'm facing adventure

Then why am I so scared..."



Those lyrics were so true that day. That same day, as I was leaving home to strike out on my own a thousand miles away, my dad played the Dixie Chick's "Wide Open Spaces" for me. It was the most fitting song--and everytime I hear it, I get a little weepy!



Who doesn't know what I'm talking about

Who's never left home, who's never struck out

To find a dream and a life of their own

A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone



Many precede and many will follow

A young girl's dream no longer hollow

It takes the shape of a place out west

But what it holds for her, she hasn't yet guessed



She needs wide open spaces

Room to make her big mistakes

She needs new faces

She knows the high stakes



She traveled this road as a child

Wide eyed and grinning, she never tired

But now she won't be coming back with the rest

If these are life's lessons, she'll take this test



She needs wide open spaces

Room to make her big mistakes

She needs new faces

She knows the high stakes



What a pivotal day in my life. I still think about the whirlwind that swept me away and the results of my choices. It's amazing!

Mailman v. Canine

This afternoon, while I was finishing up with dishes in the kitchen sink, the doorbell rang. I dried off my hands on a paper towel, tossed it in the trash and approached the door with my westie sidekick, Brian. Now, being only 5 feet tall, I am unable to see through the peephole on my door without the aid of a stool so I just opened the door. There was a man in blue at the door, with several packages. (Textbooks, it's that time of the semester.) I opened the screen door to retrieve the packages from the friendly postal worker, and he said "You'll have to sign for this one."

At this time, Brian really wanted a chance to see who was speaking to me. I held my hand down, and firmly told Brian to "sit". He sat, let out one small groaning whimper, and then accepted his fate of having to sit. I signed for the package with the door ajar, and Brian sitting inside
.
The postman asked me, "What kind of dog is that?"

"He's a westie," I responded. "Isn't he the cutest dog you've ever seen?"

"He's definitely handsome. I was just noticing what a well-behaved dog he is."

"Thank you! Hope you have a good weekend."

"You too, thanks!" The postman waved as he headed down the driveway.

I balanced the packages in one arm as I closed the door and swooped down to pat Brian's head.

"Good boy," I said.

End of story, beginning of commentary.

First of all, I will forever love telling this story because I can begin it with "I was washing the dishes". That makes me look really good!

The real reason I love this little occurance is because as you all know, from the inception of what we now know as the United States Postal Service, there has been an ongoing feud between mailmen and the canine population. The blame for this bad blood between the two is generally placed upon the canine population. Dogs often bark incessantly at the first sign of the postman, they chase them down in the streets, and often steal the mail from them. (Or at least that is what happens on television shows, cartoons and comics.) With the proverbial dog-mailman relationship so negative, it was a real honor for the postman to compliment Brian.

There is no greater accolade about a dog than one that comes from the mailman.

Grievances

Have I ever mentioned how much I love Seinfeld?

It has been a while since I blogged, and I thought tonight I would list some grievances and get some petty things off of my chest. Notice that I mentioned petty. Don’t judge me, just realize this is meant to be funny, and I am feeling pretty cynical tonight. Also, I don’t think I am better than other people. I just like to say it a lot. So, just enjoy the following, and don’t judge me.

First of all, to Michelle Morales, who taught me what a split end is. She showed me how to spot split ends in her hair, and I am now an obsessive-compulsive-split-end-picker. I can even find them on my dog. Sheesh.

To my mom, who was the first one to mention to me how much she hates for the spines of her paperback books to be bent. I am now one of the most anal people you will ever meet when it comes to the care and maintenance of paperbacks. (I also like to be really careful with the dust jackets of my hardback books.)

To BamBam, my cat for 16 years. While I feel guilty for mentioning the departed in my list of grievances, BamBam deserves it. He used to hide under my bed, and when I turned off the light to go to bed at night he would attack my feet and ankles. Jerk. I guess it was pretty funny though, but when I go to bed even now and turn off the light I still think that he is going to sink his teeth into my feet.


And while we’re on the topic of feeling guilty for mentioning the deceased, my granny told me that I had “hefty legs”. I know it’s true, but now I know that other people notice too. Thanks a lot. Thanks also for the adage “A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips”—it keeps me from eating that 2nd dozen of Krispy Kremes.

To my brother: I still fear for my Achilles tendon every time I grocery shop. You used to slam the cart into my tendon on purpose, and for that you are a jerk. But I love you.

To the overweight football player in my Geometry class in high school: I do not have big earlobes. If you wanted to point out a flaw of mine, stick with the ankles like everyone else does, you fattie.

To the kid in my Anatomy and Physiology class who noticed my “cankles”. You didn’t ever have to mention it; it’s just my bone structure. If you recall, my BMI was lower than yours, and my great clavicles make up for my spread out tibia, fibula and talus. I am still better than you.

To my husband for becoming angry at me for eating the last of the cherries. Yes, I did eat them. No biggie, because they’re still in season for a few weeks. He wasn’t really mad, but still. I would like to eat cherries without a guilt trip. That’s the worst thing I can say about you, and for this I am thankful.

To Chuck Palahniuk. You are a talented writer, yes, you are. Fight Club is genius, as are your other novels. However, they are very vulgar and I am unable to read them in good conscience. You’re gifted, but you suck.

To the woman at Victoria’s Secret who downgraded me to a 32A. You’ll be thrilled to know that I am now a perfect 32C. Don’t ever call me an A cup again. I am bigger and better than that, so to speak.

To my fourth grade teacher, Ms. Crawford. That time that you told me to wait to go to the restroom, I peed in my pants a little. I was new to the school, and thankfully no one noticed because a simple untucking of my shirt solved the problem. You could have ruined my newly-established reputation. Thanks a lot. If you are a teacher reading this, please honor your students’ requests to use the restroom.

To the check-out girl at Toys-R-Us today: I wasn’t interested in hearing about your 21 month-old, your 3 nephews in New Jersey, or your sister-in-law who is expecting. Just because I was in a toy store does not make me a baby-talk craving individual. In fact, I am quite the opposite. You literally followed me to the door and were still talking as I ducked out.

P.S. No one cares that you are “the best coupon swiper”. Your co-worker didn’t care, I didn’t care, and even your manager didn’t care.

Also, why can’t people differentiate between to, too, and two and your and you’re? Please, learn to tell the difference between these when you write. Studies have shown that if you can differentiate between these few words, you’ll make 37% more per year than those who can’t. I made the stat up, but I am sure it is true.

WAL-Mart. Oh, WAL-Mart. You’re slashing prices? Is that right? You’re slashing the American public. Our citizens are afraid of terrorists and radical Islamic factions, but you, my friend are what we should fear! Your dirty stores with unsmiling, unhappy, unkempt cashiers and staff are a disgrace. The fact that you are so sub-par and continue to make money astounds me. Your business practices are foul, dirty, and underhanded. I will go no further, because I could go on all day. It’s shameful.

Oh, and last but not least, to the social networking websites (i.e. Facebook and Myspace)—what a waste of my time! And yet, I can’t stop. . .

Speaking of little houses, how about little dogs?

I love my little white dog! He is just the coolest.

Little Houses

There is a song that goes. . .

"Love grows best in little houses
with fewer walls to separate
where you eat and sleep so close together
you can't help but communicate
oh and if we had more room between us
think of all we'd miss
love grows best in houses just like this"

Here's my little house.


(I wrote that all from memory. WOW!) Anyhow, I was singing this song in my head the other day and then I began to think about it. It's sweet and I agree with the sentiment, but what about people who live in big houses? Are they missing something?

I thought about it long and hard. Here's my reasoning for thinking that people in big houses do not miss out on the intimacy of a small home: In a big house, there are more places to sit. So, if you are sitting somewhere and your loved one settles down next to you on the couch, you know that they passed up at least 20 other comfortable seats just to sit by the one they love.

Love can grow wherever we choose to feed and nurture it.

Films I'd like to see

...Sounds funny to post these movies here, but I figure that if my list is on the internet on something that I actually look at (i.e. not on a random scrap piece of paper or tucked away in a word document) then maybe I will remember to check out these films.

Lonesome Jim - starring Casey Affleck and Liv Tyler
Sketches of Frank Gehry - a documentary about the architect
Volver - a foreign flick with Penelope Cruz
Romance and Cigarettes - Lots of big name actors in a movie I recently heard about.

If you see any of these and have any comments, let me know.
Maybe I'll post a short review when I see them!

Afternoon Delight

I loved the movie Anchorman for all the small things. For instance, when all the anchors fight and Brick is holding the grenade... And also Brick's " I love lamp" comment. Also the anchors' rendition of "Afternoon Delight". Check out the guys singing "Afternoon Delight". It'll make your day. (This clip also includes the "I love lamp" piece.)

Irony and the Office

Irony:
I chose not to take notes at my Thursday night lecture class.
I sat with a notebook when watching "The Office" in order to write things to blog about.
Sad, sad, sad. . .

Anyhow, I thought last night's episode of "The Office" was wonderful and full of fodder for me to analyze.
First of all, the beginning with the Jim's classical conditioning exercise with Dwight. Ha! If you're not familiar with Pavlov's experiment, click here for a wikipedia article. (Isn't wikipedia the greatest?)
I'd also like to discuss Kelly's attire. (The funny thing is that she is both a producer and writer for the show--so in real life I guess she's pretty intelligent!) She wore white full-length satin gown with a tiara placed strategically in her hair. Hmm... Did you notice Kelly at the bouquet-tossing scene? Well, if you watch carefully, you'll see that Kelly almost catches the bouquet but Ryan leaps and tips it away, aiming it for Toby's date. Wonder why Ryan would do that? HA!
An interesting phenomenon happened at my house during Michael's pre-wedding accusation of Phyllis "passing gas". I began to smell a distinct fart smell at the same time, only to look at my little dog, Brian, who was trying to avoid eye contact. I suppose he was just trying to create "smell-o-vision". What a helper.
There's a lot more to say about the show, but for the sake of looking like an obsessed-loser, I'll keep my thoughts to myself.

My favorite character

Who is my favorite character on the Office? Truly, it's hard to say.
I love Pam so much, but it's impossible to love Pam without having the same affinity for Jim. Also, as much as I hate to admit it, Dwight Schrute really makes the show. It wouldn't be as--well, there's no good adjective--it just wouldn't be the same without him. Michael is obnoxious but has enough redeeming qualities and sweetness (deep down) that I can't help but empathize with his life situation.
Ah, yes, all of these are well and good, but Phyllis. Oh, Phyllis. She's so insecure, but sure of herself--a true paradox. I love her attitude. She wants to be friends with everyone and she has so much love to give. I am glad that she is marrying Bob Vance of Vance Refrigeration this Thursday at 8:30pm EST. Watch it. I'll be posting a blog soon afterward --my "deconstruction", if you will, of the show that I hold so dear.

Blogging

Blogging is something I have wanted to do for a while. For those of you interested--where did the term "blog" originate? Well, don't wonder any longer. For a while, these babies were called "web logs". Throw in some hurried and typically slurred lazy english and you end up with "blog". Pretty simple evolution, eh?

Something that I would like to really focus on in my blog is my favorite TV show, NBC's The Office. This is a brilliant and smart show, and if you haven't bothered to view it as of yet, set aside the half hour. It is very worthwhile.