Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I Do ... I Don't ....
I've come to a conclusion about my love life. I predict that one of two things will happen. 1. I go to law school, get married, have a family with the white picket fence and live happily ever after with my current boyfriend of nearly eight years. OR 2. I go to law school and said boyfriend and I break up and I become a self-subscribed career woman as an old maid. Time will tell.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Not sure what happened ...
But I lost my confidence along the way somehow. I've been told it was one of my better qualities, but I don't think I've got it anymore. I was never over-confident but I think I made an entrance when I walked into a room. All the reminiscing made me think of that compliment and realize that it's gone. I think I'll work on getting it back. I have a feeling I'm going to need it.
On another note, I found some things an old friend gave me: a burned CD, a funny note that read "Things to Do: Donnie David," and a picture of him. A song just happened to shuffle onto my iPod that made me think of him and the mementos. Donnie died nearly five years ago in a car accident. I still can't believe he's gone let alone gone for that long. Luckily I was away at school when he passed away. I don't think I could have handled that funeral. Nothing is harder than going to a funeral for someone around the same age as you. I don't need to be reminded of my mortality or lack of invincibility by standing next to an open coffin. I'm fully aware of it. I'd rather remember me him as the cheesy-bearded guy that he was, and look at my mementos and smile.
On another note, I found some things an old friend gave me: a burned CD, a funny note that read "Things to Do: Donnie David," and a picture of him. A song just happened to shuffle onto my iPod that made me think of him and the mementos. Donnie died nearly five years ago in a car accident. I still can't believe he's gone let alone gone for that long. Luckily I was away at school when he passed away. I don't think I could have handled that funeral. Nothing is harder than going to a funeral for someone around the same age as you. I don't need to be reminded of my mortality or lack of invincibility by standing next to an open coffin. I'm fully aware of it. I'd rather remember me him as the cheesy-bearded guy that he was, and look at my mementos and smile.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Looking back
I was in a very reminiscent mood this passed week. It all started on Wednesday. I don't think I'm finished just yet, but I think I will be soon. The chain of events started with a long conversation with a friend of mine that somehow prefaced a weekend with old friends and familiar faces, which prefaced me going through nearly 15 memory boxes. (I know: I'm a total girl.)
I wish I had put an itemized list in these boxes. I have so many mementos from over the years that I think it's impossible for me to really remember what each one represents. I have everything from Mike's Hard Lemonade bottle caps, to a Sheetz receipt dated and labeled "On the way to Blink show in Columbus," to a note from my sister identifying a mystery caller for me who turned out to be a friend of mine who was serving overseas at the time, to multiple ticket stubs, to a Hall's cough drop wrapper that someone twisted up and gave to me as an "engagement ring." Those are just a few of the items whose symbolism I can actually remember.
The one's I don't are a little more ... out there. A few examples: directions to somewhere (I think maybe IUP, but I don't recognize the handwriting), an empty tube of Hershey's Kisses, an empty 20 oz. bottle of Mountain Dew and a pressed leaf.
I may have to ask some people from that time in my life if they remember. I guarantee they don't. I'm far more sentimental than just about everyone I know. But I refuse to throw any of it away. Each item in these boxes was important to me at one time or another, and I can just toss it out like trash even if I can't remember why they are special.
Most people get sad when they look back on old memories, but for some reason I just sat on my bed in awe of the fun times I had. I am going to combine some of the boxes, pack them up and put them away somewhere with a smile on my face.
I wish I had put an itemized list in these boxes. I have so many mementos from over the years that I think it's impossible for me to really remember what each one represents. I have everything from Mike's Hard Lemonade bottle caps, to a Sheetz receipt dated and labeled "On the way to Blink show in Columbus," to a note from my sister identifying a mystery caller for me who turned out to be a friend of mine who was serving overseas at the time, to multiple ticket stubs, to a Hall's cough drop wrapper that someone twisted up and gave to me as an "engagement ring." Those are just a few of the items whose symbolism I can actually remember.
The one's I don't are a little more ... out there. A few examples: directions to somewhere (I think maybe IUP, but I don't recognize the handwriting), an empty tube of Hershey's Kisses, an empty 20 oz. bottle of Mountain Dew and a pressed leaf.
I may have to ask some people from that time in my life if they remember. I guarantee they don't. I'm far more sentimental than just about everyone I know. But I refuse to throw any of it away. Each item in these boxes was important to me at one time or another, and I can just toss it out like trash even if I can't remember why they are special.
Most people get sad when they look back on old memories, but for some reason I just sat on my bed in awe of the fun times I had. I am going to combine some of the boxes, pack them up and put them away somewhere with a smile on my face.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Current Mood: Love You Madly
I don't want to wonder
If this is a blunder
I don't want to worry whether
We're going to stay together
'Till we die
I don't want to jump in
Unless this music's thumping
All the dishes rattle in the cupboards
When the elephants arrive
I want to love you madly
If this is a blunder
I don't want to worry whether
We're going to stay together
'Till we die
I don't want to jump in
Unless this music's thumping
All the dishes rattle in the cupboards
When the elephants arrive
I want to love you madly
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Bonus
The big news for the week: The American International Group (AIG) doled out $165 million dollars in bonuses after receiving $173 billion in U.S. government bailouts. In other words, a whole lot of taxpayers' money went to corporate big wigs at AIG.
President Obama's reaction was appropriate, and I agree with much of what he had to say:
"Under these circumstances, it's hard to understand how derivative traders at AIG warranted any bonuses, much less $165 million in extra pay. I mean, how do they justify this outrage to the taxpayers who are keeping the company afloat?"
My biggest complaint is about how these actions were surprising to the administration and Congress. Haven't we all heard the old saying, "Fool me once; shame on you. Fool me twice; shame on me." Perhaps more time should have been spent on the rules and stipulations of the bailout rather than depending on the, as Obama put it, "reckless and greedy" corporate heads to do the right thing.
Now the administration is out for blood, but I ask this: Why weren't they out for blood to begin with? Now Congress is looking to pass a special tax within the next 24 hours that could potentially be as high as 90 percent of the bonuses. So hoorah! We'll get 90 percent back, but after it's processed, it will amount to about 50 percent of that 90 or $74.25 million. Hm. That's not even half. I'm also concerned as to whether or not this "special tax" is temporary or permanent?
It's not that I think these people deserve the money at this point in time, but should the people who worked hard to get where they are have their bonuses taxed because of a few bad eggs? I don't think it's fair to punish people for being successful. I also don't think it's fair to bailout all of these corporations and banks and financiers for failing. Failing is part of the game. Deal with it.
President Obama's reaction was appropriate, and I agree with much of what he had to say:
"Under these circumstances, it's hard to understand how derivative traders at AIG warranted any bonuses, much less $165 million in extra pay. I mean, how do they justify this outrage to the taxpayers who are keeping the company afloat?"
My biggest complaint is about how these actions were surprising to the administration and Congress. Haven't we all heard the old saying, "Fool me once; shame on you. Fool me twice; shame on me." Perhaps more time should have been spent on the rules and stipulations of the bailout rather than depending on the, as Obama put it, "reckless and greedy" corporate heads to do the right thing.
Now the administration is out for blood, but I ask this: Why weren't they out for blood to begin with? Now Congress is looking to pass a special tax within the next 24 hours that could potentially be as high as 90 percent of the bonuses. So hoorah! We'll get 90 percent back, but after it's processed, it will amount to about 50 percent of that 90 or $74.25 million. Hm. That's not even half. I'm also concerned as to whether or not this "special tax" is temporary or permanent?
It's not that I think these people deserve the money at this point in time, but should the people who worked hard to get where they are have their bonuses taxed because of a few bad eggs? I don't think it's fair to punish people for being successful. I also don't think it's fair to bailout all of these corporations and banks and financiers for failing. Failing is part of the game. Deal with it.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wow
So I logged onto heraldstandard.com today, and while perusing I came across Fayette County's Top 10 Most Wanted List and the Outstanding Warrant List. As it turns out, I went to high school with two people on the list. How random.
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