Police cars, podcasts and nightly sex romps.
It has been a while since there was an installment of TWITLOL so here goes.
Since last I posted I have become older (literally, I had a birthday), I have been kept awake at night and been woke up early by my darling neighbors repeatedly, endured the squishy quarters of the back seat of a police car, worried for people’s safety, celebrated Christmas with friends and family, gone on a few epic dates and rekindled my love of arts and crafts.
Where to begin… I guess I will start chronologically. So in December I celebrated the first anniversary of my 25th birthday. It was a good time and spanned over 10 days. For my actual birthday I took the day off as well as the day after. I relaxed, went in for a massage and then out for supper with friends. Point of interest: The new Mexican Village on 45th St has $1 Margaritas on Tuesdays now like the one downtown although at the time of my birthday they were on Wednesdays.
The next night I went out on one of these epic dates. If you have been reading my posts from the start you will likely notice that almost every guy I go out with ends up with a story reference name. This guys name became five dates guy. Not because we went out five times mind you. Rather we went on five dates in one night. It was rather interesting. We met at the Plains Art Museum (those of you from Fosston may appreciate that Mr. Sorenson has a piece on display there), headed for supper at the HuHot, for ice cream at Cold Stone, shopping at Kohl’s, bowling and then a movie back at my place. As you might be guessing this did definitely up the average length of my dates. Previously it was around an hour to an hour and a half. This one lasted 12 hours. A bit ridiculous but fun all the same. One might think that after spending that much time and energy on one person that there may be something there. Alas there is not. A few weeks, another lengthy date and a cancelled date due to family emergency later he told me that he didn’t really like the fact that my cat lives in my apartment. If you are reading this you know me and can about imagine how this went over…
Christmas went off with out too much of a hitch. It was celebrated several times over about two and a half weeks. The first excursion was a secular Christmas entitled “The 12 Bars of Christmas.” It was definitely a good time. I won’t name any names but there was a bit of emesis and a few lost articles including a checkbook and a pair of glasses. I love my girls! You can check out the pics if you want more details of the night… From there the more traditional Christmas started. I celebrated with my immediate family, my mom’s side, my dad’s side and my girls (on different days). It has been a while since I have felt not excluded at Christmas time but this year was good. I can truly say that I enjoyed it.
With the new year came a barrage of resolutions. They are still peppered over my notebooks and a few even made it to my fridge. One of these resolutions was to get back in touch with my creative side. So at any given time you will see me crocheting, knitting, painting, crafting in general. Overall I am just trying to not live my life wrapped in the plain brown packaging. I want something more.
More awake hours was not one of my resolutions although my neighbors decided to help me out with that one. They (the upstairs ones) have taken to nightly sex romps which tend to keep me awake. In fact they then expanded this practice to include wholesome Saturday mornings when you should be watching cartoons not creating more children to watch cartoons. My neighbors to my bedroom/bathroom wall also apparently enjoy this pastime although they take it a step further and to the shower. Dreadful.
I also managed to get into a car accident in the middle of January about a week before my parents left for vacation in Vegas. This proved to be unfortunate yet very convenient for me. While I had to fight tooth and nail to get the other insurance company to pay for the damages on my car (despite their driver turning into the wrong lane and hitting me head on while I was stopped at a stop sign…) this meant I had access to my parents’ van while they were gone so I wasn’t without a vehicle. Handy indeed since this was the time frame when ND decided to hit all-time low temperatures and wind chills. It would have been a rather chilly walk to and from work otherwise. As a result of this accident, I also got to hang out in the back seat of a police car. An experience I had never had. It is squishy. There isn’t much leg room and yes I did try to open the door myself. It doesn’t work. Turns out they don’t actually want felons to be able to let themselves out so yeah… I looked like an idiot. An experience all the same.
Mom and Dad had a good trip. They got to visit lots of friend and family. When they got back it was but a few days before they made a return trip to Fargo. Dad had a doctor appointment the next Monday. Last summer he had a spot on his leg that wouldn’t go away. After much prodding and a prominently placed article on Lyme’s disease, he went to get it checked in Fosston. The doctor there said that since dad hasn’t really been to the hospital since he was born that he should have a full physical. So he did. It was during the routine lab work that they noticed he had an elevated prostate hormone level. While it is normal for this to rise with age Dad didn’t have a base line so they recommended a biopsy to test further. This was his appointment a week after vacation.
We were told ahead of time that it was 50/50 low grade infection or cancer. We hoped for the best and feared the worst as most people would. From there we had an additional two weeks before the results were in. Last Monday as I was sitting at work I received a text from my sister. It was three words and while it was words that while I had tried to prepare myself for I really wasn’t ready for them: It is cancer. The doctor gave Dad five options but recommended surgery. The surgery they scheduled for 4 weeks out if he should decide to go that route.
Try as I might to look at this positively, I had troubles with this. I realize that this was good news. It was great that there were so many options. It was also great that it wasn’t so pressing and the surgery could wait for a month. But at the same time it meant that my dad’s body is filled with poison and I could only picture him rotting from the inside out. I had visions of when he had the surgery that they would find cancer everywhere and they would just close him up and give him months maybe weeks to live.. I understand that this isn’t rational but it is where my mind wandered and on occasion still does.
Dad thought he had a choice in the matter. What he didn’t count on was having three children who made the decision for him. I understand that I am taking the long, winding, often detoured road of life that may or may not end up at marriage. However, I know that even if I don’t get married for 20 years I want my dad to be there to walk me down the aisle. A week ago when my parents were down for the appointment I was tired so I curled up on the couch and laid my head on my dad’s chest. After the text on Monday, I couldn’t help but think that that may be that last time I get to do that. It’s kind of funny how the little things in life become monumental when you get news like this. My brother took a similar approach. The difference for him was the girls. Meg has already lost one grandpa to cancer and to stand back and do nothing is clearly not an option.
So now we are working through pre-op appointments. In fact my parents are currently sleeping in my bed as I type this. Dad gets to go give blood in the morning so they have an exact match when he has surgery on April 1. I would like to think of myself as a strong person. But the past few weeks have proven me otherwise. Now that I know dad is committed to the surgery it helps but I still can’t keep myself from crying when I think about the possibility of life without him - however irrational that is.
So there you have it. The long and varied path of my past few months. Details have been omitted due to poor memory, lack of space and prioritization. If you made it this far, kudos to you. Love and God bless. Do me a favor and call your parents and tell them you love them.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Does this make me a good lover?
Propensity for Monogamy:
Your propensity for monogamy is high.
You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.
And in return, you expect the same from who you love.
Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.
Experience Level:
Your experience level is low.
You've probably either had only one relationship..
Or all of your relationships have been very similar.
You still have a lot to learn... and a lot to try!
Dominance:
Your dominance is low.
This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.
You know a relationship is not about getting your way.
And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.
Cynicism:
Your cynicism is medium.
You'd like to believe in true and everlasting love...
But you've definitely been burned enough to know better.
You're still an optimist, but you also are a realist.
Independence:
Your independence is high.
You don't need to be in love, and sometimes you don't even want love.
Having your own life is very important for you...
Even more important than having a relationship.
The Five Variable Love Test
http://www.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/
Your propensity for monogamy is high.
You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.
And in return, you expect the same from who you love.
Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.
Experience Level:
Your experience level is low.
You've probably either had only one relationship..
Or all of your relationships have been very similar.
You still have a lot to learn... and a lot to try!
Dominance:
Your dominance is low.
This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.
You know a relationship is not about getting your way.
And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.
Cynicism:
Your cynicism is medium.
You'd like to believe in true and everlasting love...
But you've definitely been burned enough to know better.
You're still an optimist, but you also are a realist.
Independence:
Your independence is high.
You don't need to be in love, and sometimes you don't even want love.
Having your own life is very important for you...
Even more important than having a relationship.
The Five Variable Love Test
http://www.blogthings.com/
random ramblings
Death is all around us. Working in the nursing home I became rather accustomed to it in fact. While it is hard to let go sometimes it is for the best. That however doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt.
Last night I was talking to one of my friends and former co-worker from the nursing home and she had been browsing the obituaries (a casual habit) online and saw that one of out residents has passed away. For this resident death could perhaps be considered a blessing. She was elderly, her body was riddled with arthritis and she had numerous other ailments as well. She was one of my spunkiest residents despite this.
When I got to work today I casually greeted my co-workers as normal. The mood was a touch melancholy but nothing abnormal. As I was chatting throughout the morning I learned that the one gal’s cat had dies this morning. She is a much stronger person that I am.
If you are reading this you know me relatively well and thereby know that I am extremely attached to my cat. If something were to happen to him I would not be at work. In fact I would likely have other people missing work/school to be with me for at least a day. Case in point, when George went in for his “standard, happens to most house cats” neuter surgery I sat pensively at home waiting for the phone to ring so I could go pick him up. Practically in tears, and in tears at points, I sat staring into space dodging the taunting of my family who thought I was being foolish. I didn’t agree.
Two days ago one of my friends changed their Facebook status to “is mourning.” Silly I know to keep tabs on people via Facebook but it works. When I contacted him as to why/what he was mourning his reply was that someone he knew had been murdered. Death is one aspect of life that we accept, even view as inevitable, but the notion that someone has such animosity toward another person (or themselves in the case of suicide - but that is another topic for another day) that they would be willing to take their life is beyond fathomable for me. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that it happens on a daily basis but I still cannot see it as a justifiable act.
You see I have this problem. I care about people - animals included. As a result it breaks me a bit each time I hear of or experience something bad (death could be classified as something bad) happening to someone, especially someone I know. So while I can Acknowledge and accept it, death is not something I care to think about - at least not often. Unfortunately it has presented itself repeatedly recently and I needed to address it.
Last night I was talking to one of my friends and former co-worker from the nursing home and she had been browsing the obituaries (a casual habit) online and saw that one of out residents has passed away. For this resident death could perhaps be considered a blessing. She was elderly, her body was riddled with arthritis and she had numerous other ailments as well. She was one of my spunkiest residents despite this.
When I got to work today I casually greeted my co-workers as normal. The mood was a touch melancholy but nothing abnormal. As I was chatting throughout the morning I learned that the one gal’s cat had dies this morning. She is a much stronger person that I am.
If you are reading this you know me relatively well and thereby know that I am extremely attached to my cat. If something were to happen to him I would not be at work. In fact I would likely have other people missing work/school to be with me for at least a day. Case in point, when George went in for his “standard, happens to most house cats” neuter surgery I sat pensively at home waiting for the phone to ring so I could go pick him up. Practically in tears, and in tears at points, I sat staring into space dodging the taunting of my family who thought I was being foolish. I didn’t agree.
Two days ago one of my friends changed their Facebook status to “is mourning.” Silly I know to keep tabs on people via Facebook but it works. When I contacted him as to why/what he was mourning his reply was that someone he knew had been murdered. Death is one aspect of life that we accept, even view as inevitable, but the notion that someone has such animosity toward another person (or themselves in the case of suicide - but that is another topic for another day) that they would be willing to take their life is beyond fathomable for me. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that it happens on a daily basis but I still cannot see it as a justifiable act.
You see I have this problem. I care about people - animals included. As a result it breaks me a bit each time I hear of or experience something bad (death could be classified as something bad) happening to someone, especially someone I know. So while I can Acknowledge and accept it, death is not something I care to think about - at least not often. Unfortunately it has presented itself repeatedly recently and I needed to address it.
Christmas Letter 2007 (spoiler alert)
Some of you may be getting this in the mail... but here's a pre-read...
What a year it has been. I didn't have to move which I guess is good. But I get left alone every day when Liz. goes to work. Don't get me wrong, I like to hang out by myself but when she comes home from work I make her feel bad about it daily. Some days I am more effective than others. All the same I did get stuck on a diet (or as Liz. calls it - lifestyle behavior modifications) this year with some decent results. Note my fit and trim figure in my picture.
I have actually used my alone time to hone my typing skills and since Liz. has been so slow to get the letter written this year I thought I would try my paw at it.
In July Liz. went on vacation which in turn meant I got to vacation to the farm. Life on the farm is always nice. I enjoyed spending time with Riley as well as being able to mouse and feel the grass between my toes. Needless to mention I was spoiled rotten as well.
Back in Fargo Liz. has taken to entertaining. While this may not be new, Fargo has definitely opened up more opportunities for time as well as different people to visit. My personal favorite is when aunt Jess comes over. She knows where the treat drawer is and isn't afraid to use it. Feel free by the way to send me shaved tuna flakes at any time.
Let's see, highlights from our year include:
>Liz. cross-trained at work which means better hours (no Saturdays)
>Liz. got a new niece - Miss Sophia Marie born October 3
>Liz. had a poem published in a summer anthology of poetry. (I'll include a copy below)
>Liz. ... you know I am feeling a bit left out here. Again feel free to send me shaved tuna flakes at any point.
Ok, ok... really I am done now. As promised here is the poem:
No Fishing
It was clearly posted
But even that did not slow him down
As he cast into the water
And reeled back in
He was looking for water
Looking for food
Looking for information
The lake was not giving
But he did not give up
Day after day he returned
Searching for something
Something to quench his thirst
Finding nothing
Getting wet.
Liz. Anderson
Copyright ©2007 Liz. Anderson
With that, May your food bowl always be full,
may there always be a catnip laced butterfly to chase,
and may there always be someone to scratch your belly.
Merry Christmas!
Love to all!
-George
What a year it has been. I didn't have to move which I guess is good. But I get left alone every day when Liz. goes to work. Don't get me wrong, I like to hang out by myself but when she comes home from work I make her feel bad about it daily. Some days I am more effective than others. All the same I did get stuck on a diet (or as Liz. calls it - lifestyle behavior modifications) this year with some decent results. Note my fit and trim figure in my picture.
I have actually used my alone time to hone my typing skills and since Liz. has been so slow to get the letter written this year I thought I would try my paw at it.
In July Liz. went on vacation which in turn meant I got to vacation to the farm. Life on the farm is always nice. I enjoyed spending time with Riley as well as being able to mouse and feel the grass between my toes. Needless to mention I was spoiled rotten as well.
Back in Fargo Liz. has taken to entertaining. While this may not be new, Fargo has definitely opened up more opportunities for time as well as different people to visit. My personal favorite is when aunt Jess comes over. She knows where the treat drawer is and isn't afraid to use it. Feel free by the way to send me shaved tuna flakes at any time.
Let's see, highlights from our year include:
>Liz. cross-trained at work which means better hours (no Saturdays)
>Liz. got a new niece - Miss Sophia Marie born October 3
>Liz. had a poem published in a summer anthology of poetry. (I'll include a copy below)
>Liz. ... you know I am feeling a bit left out here. Again feel free to send me shaved tuna flakes at any point.
Ok, ok... really I am done now. As promised here is the poem:
No Fishing
It was clearly posted
But even that did not slow him down
As he cast into the water
And reeled back in
He was looking for water
Looking for food
Looking for information
The lake was not giving
But he did not give up
Day after day he returned
Searching for something
Something to quench his thirst
Finding nothing
Getting wet.
Liz. Anderson
Copyright ©2007 Liz. Anderson
With that, May your food bowl always be full,
may there always be a catnip laced butterfly to chase,
and may there always be someone to scratch your belly.
Merry Christmas!
Love to all!
-George
TWITLOL v1 i8
So for the past three and a half weeks I have had a lot of time to think and reflect on the “important things” in my life. As a result I am publishing a TWITLOL for things I am thankful for. It seemed fitting considering the recent holiday and all. So here goes in no particular order:
My faith - I have met a lot of people who don’t know what/who they have faith in. While I may have days that I question if God is really there, I know deep down that he is a passionate and loving God and he will never leave me.
Family - immediate, extended, blood, marriage, it matters not. I am very thankful for the love and support of my family.
Friends - old, new, past, present, close, casual acquaintances, long-term, short-term - each person casts a series of shadow and light into your life helping to mold you into the person that you are today.
My cat - as much as I get made fun of for my cat, he is an important part of my life. He has been with me through more than anyone else and probably knows more about me than anyone else as well. The added bonus to that is he will never tell anyone. Sure there are days when I get frustrated with him and want to give him away, but that is with any relationship. In fact if you are reading this I have likely at one point thought that my life would be better without you. But please do not take offense to this. If you do please reread the previous point.
My apartment - I hate living in an apartment and would much rather be in a house but the fact of the matter is I have a place to live and that is a lot more than many people.
Food - I have realized that there are several times in any given week when I will go to my kitchen and wonder what to make for breakfast, lunch or supper. Oftentimes, the answer is I don’t have anything in my apartment to eat. That is a lie. There may not be anything that appeals to me at the moment, but there is generally something in my apartment that I could eat. Being picky is a luxury I have been afforded and one that again many people don’t have. They have a question of is there literally anything to eat rather than what would I like.
My job - Some of you may know that I have been applying for new jobs. No major changes but I just different jobs within Wells Fargo in fact even within Banker Connection thus far. In reality, I have a good job. It pays wells and allows me to lead a fairly successful life. It offers excellent benefits, the work environment if generally good, my teammates are fun to be around, my manager to date has been fabulous (although she is leaving December 1), overall my job is great despite my complaints.
To be continued as I am sleepy…
My faith - I have met a lot of people who don’t know what/who they have faith in. While I may have days that I question if God is really there, I know deep down that he is a passionate and loving God and he will never leave me.
Family - immediate, extended, blood, marriage, it matters not. I am very thankful for the love and support of my family.
Friends - old, new, past, present, close, casual acquaintances, long-term, short-term - each person casts a series of shadow and light into your life helping to mold you into the person that you are today.
My cat - as much as I get made fun of for my cat, he is an important part of my life. He has been with me through more than anyone else and probably knows more about me than anyone else as well. The added bonus to that is he will never tell anyone. Sure there are days when I get frustrated with him and want to give him away, but that is with any relationship. In fact if you are reading this I have likely at one point thought that my life would be better without you. But please do not take offense to this. If you do please reread the previous point.
My apartment - I hate living in an apartment and would much rather be in a house but the fact of the matter is I have a place to live and that is a lot more than many people.
Food - I have realized that there are several times in any given week when I will go to my kitchen and wonder what to make for breakfast, lunch or supper. Oftentimes, the answer is I don’t have anything in my apartment to eat. That is a lie. There may not be anything that appeals to me at the moment, but there is generally something in my apartment that I could eat. Being picky is a luxury I have been afforded and one that again many people don’t have. They have a question of is there literally anything to eat rather than what would I like.
My job - Some of you may know that I have been applying for new jobs. No major changes but I just different jobs within Wells Fargo in fact even within Banker Connection thus far. In reality, I have a good job. It pays wells and allows me to lead a fairly successful life. It offers excellent benefits, the work environment if generally good, my teammates are fun to be around, my manager to date has been fabulous (although she is leaving December 1), overall my job is great despite my complaints.
To be continued as I am sleepy…
Sunday, October 21, 2007
TWITLOL v1 i7
What I have determined this week.
1. I have a tendency to be passive aggressive in my responses to many things/people in life.
2. Hollywood has ruined me for any type of real functional lifelong relationships.
3. Ice cream can solve many of life’s problems.
4. There is nothing quite like a night out with friends.
5. How tea is not quite the same as hot milk.
6. One night really can alter your sleep patterns beyond recognition.
7. I need to go back to school – although I am not sure where or for what…
All right, let me explain a few of these in no particular order.
Last Saturday I went up to GF to see some friends. We ended up at a house party until the wee hours (at least for me – 3 am) then proceeded to start watching a movie. Around 4 I excused myself as I had been falling asleep on the couch for the past half hour. Then got up Sunday morning and drove back to Fargo. It was a good time and I got to see some friends I hadn’t seen in quite some time. Unfortunately I have not really slept well the remainder of the week as my sleep patterns are not a bit off shall we say…
When you are wanting to go to sleep but your body just won’t agree, hot tea is not the answer. Just because it is warm and soothing does not make it a substitute for warm milk. I learned this the hard way. Apparently when you already can’t sleep adding an even ever so slightly caffeinated herbal tea to the mix is not recommended.
I have started reading a “new” book that I got when I was in college. It is entitled, “Quarterlife Crisis: The unique challenges of life in your twenties.” So far the book has told me that now is the time to foolishly run my life into the ground, to pursue with reckless abandon the dreams that I had as a child and not look back. It has also told me to lobby for recess at work and to go to grad school. Time will tell how much of the advice I actually follow. Although I did already convince a coworker to play catch on our lunch break…
As a partial result of my change in sleep patterns and my new desire to determine where I went wrong since my life seems to be heading in the opposite direction of reckless abandon, I have been spending a bit of time with friends as well. Be it ice cream or girls night out or just chatting, I have been consulting (without much success) my friends for advice on what I should do with my life. Turns out they don’t really have much advice but the ice cream is at least consoling.
As for Hollywood… It seems Hollywood has romanced its grubby little self into the realm of my fictitious dating life. As a result there is not a man woman or beast that will be able to win me over. But I am working on that.
1. I have a tendency to be passive aggressive in my responses to many things/people in life.
2. Hollywood has ruined me for any type of real functional lifelong relationships.
3. Ice cream can solve many of life’s problems.
4. There is nothing quite like a night out with friends.
5. How tea is not quite the same as hot milk.
6. One night really can alter your sleep patterns beyond recognition.
7. I need to go back to school – although I am not sure where or for what…
All right, let me explain a few of these in no particular order.
Last Saturday I went up to GF to see some friends. We ended up at a house party until the wee hours (at least for me – 3 am) then proceeded to start watching a movie. Around 4 I excused myself as I had been falling asleep on the couch for the past half hour. Then got up Sunday morning and drove back to Fargo. It was a good time and I got to see some friends I hadn’t seen in quite some time. Unfortunately I have not really slept well the remainder of the week as my sleep patterns are not a bit off shall we say…
When you are wanting to go to sleep but your body just won’t agree, hot tea is not the answer. Just because it is warm and soothing does not make it a substitute for warm milk. I learned this the hard way. Apparently when you already can’t sleep adding an even ever so slightly caffeinated herbal tea to the mix is not recommended.
I have started reading a “new” book that I got when I was in college. It is entitled, “Quarterlife Crisis: The unique challenges of life in your twenties.” So far the book has told me that now is the time to foolishly run my life into the ground, to pursue with reckless abandon the dreams that I had as a child and not look back. It has also told me to lobby for recess at work and to go to grad school. Time will tell how much of the advice I actually follow. Although I did already convince a coworker to play catch on our lunch break…
As a partial result of my change in sleep patterns and my new desire to determine where I went wrong since my life seems to be heading in the opposite direction of reckless abandon, I have been spending a bit of time with friends as well. Be it ice cream or girls night out or just chatting, I have been consulting (without much success) my friends for advice on what I should do with my life. Turns out they don’t really have much advice but the ice cream is at least consoling.
As for Hollywood… It seems Hollywood has romanced its grubby little self into the realm of my fictitious dating life. As a result there is not a man woman or beast that will be able to win me over. But I am working on that.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
a new home for TWITLOL
I have become slightly bored I guess would be the best word with posting my blogs on facebook and myspace. So I am following the steps of my dear friend Natalie who is current;y in Kenya with the Peace Corps for the next two years,
Nothing much to post at this point although my cat is being horrendously naughty tonight. So I best go take care of him. I am not sure why he gets in these moods but it is not fun.
Nothing much to post at this point although my cat is being horrendously naughty tonight. So I best go take care of him. I am not sure why he gets in these moods but it is not fun.
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