January 23, 2006

Sing It With Me

(to the tune of My Favorite Things)

Cross-stitching 'pwetties', while lis'ning to t.v.,
Starbucks' iced mocha, and dark choc'late pastry;
Breathtaking sunsets and new blooms in spring,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Stargate Atlantis, and of course, S. G. One,
Reading a good book, or when chores are done;
Twelve-hour marathons of Lord of the Rings,
These are few of my favorite things.

Digress, perogative, and oxymoron,
Just to rhyme 'moron', I'm throwing in 'forlorn';
Un-ordinary words are so much fun,
Unlike a day of being out in the sun!!

When life gets stressful,
When people are mean,
When I'm feeling blue....
I'll start up the car,
And drive to the mall,
And buy me a pair... of..... SHOES!

January 20, 2006

Parents and the Blogging World

Talked to my parents this morning. ^.^ What's the big deal, you might ask. Well, it's been about 10 days since I last called. Time difference can be such a bitch especially when you're 13 hours apart. I used to talk to them at least once a week, but those were the days of teaching only in the afternoons, waaaaay late nights, or should I say waaaaay early mornings ;), and non-wakeful mornings.

But now, real life has set in... have I mentioned before that I think real life sucks? Yes, well, it does.... unless you're shopping, or drinking coffee, or stitching, or watching a movie, or vegetating, or have free time to do whatever you want to do. HAHA! I digress... I do so love the word digress. Ooooh, that would be a good blog topic... Favorite Words, will have to remember to do that.

So real life and working like a 'normal' person with 'normal' hours is not very healthy for callling schedules. Morning here is night there, night here is morning there, which leaves me mornings my time to call them but that's for only about 30 minutes. Not to mention almost no time to call my brother anymore. And for that event, I block off hours, cos we have been known to chat for upwards of 4 hours at one go. And of late, I even get to 'talk' to my darling nephew, who is THE cutest baby in the whole wide world. Thank God international phone charges are so cheap through the net these days.

The point of this blog... I only had time to say a quick 'hi, bye' to my dad this morning cos mom and I were prattling on. And so I thought that I'm going to start them on reading my blog, cos really, it's not like they have anything else to do. HAHA. I swear I think they're busier than I am.

Although... this would mean that I have to watch my language and not swear. Hmm... that could prove to be a trial. Maybe I shouldn't tell them about my blog.... oh damn, too late. :O

Being this far away sucks, really. Sometimes by the time I tell them something, it's such old news that it's not worth the effort. HEY!!!! *ding, ding, ding* I could get them to blog!!!!! ::snort:: Yeah right. ;)

January 19, 2006

When I'm Tired

I have this horrible tendency to ramble on. It gets much worse when I'm slumped here on my chair, without much of a working brain, especially at this time of night, since May needs it for school, and wow, this sentence is starting to have a lot of commas, and I have a deep suspicion that it doesn't make much sense anymore, especially that bit about May needing the brain, loooong story that, and I think a small history of it could be found in the EvilTriplets' blog. Oh well....

Where was I? Ah yes... rambling. My fingers tend to go off on their own accord, like busy little bees, and I must say, it is somewhat therapeutic to see these letters take shape, all lined up neatly in a row. Come to think of it... how else would it line up? It's not like I can make them go all squiggly. Wouldn't that just be a barrel of laughs though... if you could make your typed sentences squiggly every which way and the poor souls who're reading it would have to wiggle around, or twist and turn with the sentence.

But... I digress... from what? Hmm... umm.... oh yes... rambling. Although, can you REALLY digress from rambling? Isn't the very act of rambling digressing from every which way. Wow, there sure are a lot of 'rambling's and 'digress'ings in this sentence.

You know what I love? To snuggle down and bury my face into my hug pillow when I'm super tired. There is nothing better than to lie down, feel the bed cushion my body, and relax with a deep sigh. Why aren't I doing that instead of sitting here doing this? Well, because the very act of that alone, means I have to get off my butt, climb up the stairs, floss, and then brush. That just doesn't sound very appealing to me right now.

I know, I know... I'm going to have to do it sooner or later, and so might as well just haul ass and get it over and done with. And yet... the fingers are still going... they have a life of their own...

I think they're taking over... oh no....

Oh no!!!!! They won't stop.

Trying.....

to.....

leave.....

but...

they're pulling me back!

Chop them off!!! CHOP THEM OFF!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! What am I saying?!!! Don't chop them off!! I need them to stitch. Keep them, pamper them, luuuuuuv them.

That's it. I'm officially insane.

To Work or Not To Work

It is now 1:15 a.m. and I just finished with some work I brought home. My eyes are ready to fall out of their sockets, my ears are crying for mercy, and my brain is mush. How long did I spend on this CD? Three... count them.... THREE fraeking days. Just tonight alone, I spent almost 3 hours on it listening for wrong notes. The prior 2 days, I spent listening for pops, clicks, and squeaks. How? Through 2 different sets of headphones and 2 stereos... AND by blasting them, mind you. My poor ears will never recover.

This brings me too.... how much do I really want to work? I work at the office part-time, but I've been bringing work home to do at nights, since I teach in the afternoons. I've heard rumblings and hints of the boss wanting me to put in full-time status. If, and it's a big IF, I go that route, I'm not willing to give up my studio, which leaves me the only option of taking work home at night... about at least 2 hours worth every night.

If I go with that schedule, I have full 6 day weeks, which leaves me just Sunday to relax... and it leaves me almost no time to stitch, which is going to make me very, very cranky. However, (isn't there always a however?) it would mean that I would make quite a bit more $$, which in turn would mean I could and would buy and kit up more HAED. But then, when will I find the time to stitch?

Whatever is a girl to do?

January 14, 2006

My war wound


Been burning CDs for DMIL for the last couple of hours, and have been trying to burn her a CD for her Baldur's Gate saved games so that she won't have to redo her game when she gets home.

Damn computers, yes, plural, aren't co-operating, and my arm is hurting like a bitch. >.<

So, while waiting for the CD to burn, yet again, I decided to take a picture of my wounds, for posterity.

January 13, 2006

Blog Crossover

I'm feeling a wee bit better, just a wee bit mind you... but good enough to want to sew. It occurs to me that I'm overlapping my blogs, since I usually talk about stitching on the Evil Triplets' site.

I'm so addicted to Meta, it's quite unbelievable. There is something to do with seeing all those little stitches take shape, and have it come out so beautifully blended. There is a certain pride in it when someone looks at it and go "THAT'S cross-stitch?!?"

Now, a WOW piece is Becca's Revelation, which is a huge inspiration to me. It's amazing how she parks her threads. It would drive me totally batty to do that, but she keeps them so neat and tidy and it's always a wonder to see her latest WIP and to see Revelation 'revealed'. It's just drop deap gorgeous, is what it is.

In fact, all the WIPS on the HAED BB are just beautiful, as are the gals and guys (2 atm I think) there. It's such a great community to hang out in. I could have a really bad day, or feel really supremely blah, and a visit there would somehow always make me smile or cheer me up. I'm sad to say I know so few of them on the board, but how great would it be to be able to get together with all these wonderful women, sit and relax, and talk about life and stitching. Hmm... somehow I think that would mean we'd never leave. :O

WHINE!

I feel horrid! I have a headache, I keep wanting to sleep, I keep yawning, and I'm all edgy and I don't know what to do with myself... and it's not even freaking 2pm yet. I have to teach at 2:30 today.... bam, bam, BAM 30 minutes each of non-stop lessons all the way till 6 or 6:30, and I'm afraid I'm going to pass out half way... or worse... fall asleep driving. Grrrrr!

I really have to not do this getting sick during PMS thing. And what's worse is that even the thought of stitching Meta isn't perking me up right now. That's really, REALLY bad.

I want to do is to curl up in a corner, have a good cry and take a nap! I'm feeling very sorry for myself right now, can you tell?

The blahs

I'm having a case of the blahs. I think this semi-cold is getting to me. Whoa, I spaced our for a bit and was staring at the calendar on Peggy's wall, and just noticed that today is Friday the 13th. Maybe that explains a bit..... naaaaah.

Why am I at Peggy's desk? Cos we're getting the windows tinted in our office and my desk is covered up with towels and stuff since it's closer to the windows than her desk is.

Back to the blahness... I went to bed at midnight last night... which is a super rare occasion, and if I didn't have to teach this afternoon, I was actually going to stay home... another rare occasion since I don't get paid if I don't show up... so blah, blah, and more BLAH.

I'm such a downer... I WANT TO SLEEP! >.< And I didn't even get to stitch much last night. Sigh.

Dolphin Sighting

This is kinda old news now... but I just wanted to blog it so that I won't forget it happened.

Last weekend, we had to go out of town to Naples to meet DH's cousin. It's kinda a family thing since his parents are here visiting and they wanted to get together with her. We saw a lot of alligators and all kinds of wildlife on the way there in the natur preserves. Had lunch at this Persian restaurant when we got to Naples, which was really good, and then drove to the beach to hang out for a bit.

As we were getting ready to head back, DH and MIL saw something in the water. "Is that a shark or a dolphin?!?" So we stood there for a while, watching into the distance, and we see this black shadow surface and jumped up. OMG, IT'S A DOLPHIN!!! Another few seconds later, another one surfaces and archs up in the air. We were so excited, so we stayed and watched. They came closer and closer to the shore and were leaping and frolicking around. Then we saw another 2 bound up into the air.

Waited around a bit longer, but I think they headed back out. It was the coolest thing ever! Made the trip worthwhile.

January 10, 2006

MIA

Been MIA for a few days now... how life gets so hectic and so busy escapes me.

The weekend... what weekend?!? was a bust. Saturday was a teaching day and Sunday we had to go out of town to meet with DH's cousin.

Monday and today I've been swamped at work... oh yeah, and last night was the in-law's anniversary and so we took them out to dinner which became a 3 hour thing. Went to this restaurant by the dockside, which was really good. I think they had fun, so that was good.

Haven't been on the computer at nights lately, maybe I'll get back into the groove of things in a bit here. But for now, I'm just kinda going on cruise control. Ever had those "I'm breathing, what more do you want?" kinda days? This is one of them. Although, I think me feeling kinda sick and not being able to breathe as a result of my blocked nose could've added to the blahness.

Oh wait... did I said I was breathing.... well, I have oxygen flowing in my veins... that should be good enough for now. >.<

January 8, 2006

Owwwww!!!!!!

I'm just going to paste what I told my friend about what happened to me, so I won't have to retype:

I feel down the stairs this morning as we were heading out. My foot slipped on the 2nd step and I fell and kinda slid down almost all the way. I was trying to stop myself, of course, and so used my right arm to try to grab on to something, which was really silly, cos there weren't anything to hold on to. So now my elbow and there is a spot on my arm on top of that is sore cos it scraped off the skin. My whole right arm is kinda sore too, and I think that it might start hurting tomorrow. Meantime, patches of my right leg hurts in places cos that's the leg that slid.

I didn't get to sew at all yesterday, and I'm really wanting to go do that too, but I have no idea if my arm is going to get sore doing that.

I'm still so tired. Went out of town to meet DH's cousin today, and I slept all of the 2 hours on the way back... and I still wanna just crawl back to bed now, but I have work to do. Sigh.

January 6, 2006

The need for sleep...

... is really hitting me at the moment. Actually, for the past 2 1/2 hours, which was when I had to get up. It's been kinda hectic around lately... I think I have too much on my plate with work and stuff, but it's kind of hard to cut back especially when I'm liking the paychecks so much. So, for now, it's 6 days a week or work, and 1 day of rest.

Every Friday I think about not teaching on Saturdays, cos I have to leave earlier on Saturdays than weekdays to go to work... blahhhhh.... but then right in its tracks, I think about how much less I'd make if I didn't work Saturdays.... another blaaaaaahhhhhh.

Found out yesterday that we're getting paid more per page for this other project that I work on on the sidelines... and wow, that was nice. Especially since I had handed something in and will be getting paid for it shortly. So, now... again, I'm trying to fit in enough time to do all that work AND have some free time. Not looking so good right now... sigh.

Something's going to have to give soon with this whole work thing. I say this and I haven't even worked out yet how I'm going to fit this other working project into my schedule. Sigh.

MUST....
WIN.....
LOTTO!!!

This is kinda hard to do since I don't buy the damn things! Maybe one of next year's resolution should be to buy lotto tickets.

January 5, 2006

A commentator got me thinking... not usually a good thing...

The thinking bit is not usually a good thing, I mean. Sometimes, it opens a whole can of worms that is well, better left alone. I have a feeling that this is one of those times, so I'll try to refrain myself. ^.~

I'm not an american football person. Have never claimed to be one, and the instances of me watching a few minutes of a game is very, very rare. Because I have been on a sewing binge of late, and the most comfortable spot for me is on the loveseat, where I have a fluorescent light above me, (this is very important as I'm working on Metamorphosis on 25ct and that light is an eyesaver) I have 'listened' to all 3 bowls the last few nights, not very well, I must add.

Except for the Rose Bowl last night. The quarterback for Texas was like this hulking giant that threw, ran the ball, and was quite near unstoppable for a lot of instances. He even had me looking up at the tv to watch him score a couple of touchdowns... another quite rare feat, and he was amazing to watch. The commentator was saying at the end of the game that he should quit college (he's a Jr) and join the NFL, which I don't agree with. I guess he could break something and ruin his NFL career before he got in, which means that he would have missed making gazillions of $$$. But shouldn't an education be more important?

I guess it presents what is now the age-old sports question of how much should athletes really be paid. The way some parents push their kids to excel at sports, just so that they can make lots of money, makes me sick. Like really, since when is yelling at your 6-year old cos he couldn't score a matter of life and death??! Why push them that much?? Why do some parents feel like they have to live through their kids? The amount of pressure they pile on is so insane. Just cos the Tiger Woods is a success means their child could be? Suuuuuuure, for the ONE Tiger Woods, how many tens of thousands have failed? If they want that kind of fame, they should go freaking do it themselves! (oh, I was supposed to be restrained.... oops)

It's entertaining to watch them, I know, goodness knows I love watching badminton and basketball.... hell, it's life for some people. But to have tens of millions paid to them per year?? That's like actors getting 20 million for a movie. Freaking ridiculous, if you ask me. But that would be opening ANOTHER can of worms, and I'd better not go there today.

Why do people who actually make a difference in society like teachers, nurses, scientists have to go through hell and high water to get their bills paid? If a meteor hits tomorrow, and everything is devastated, who do we think is going to make the most difference in helping humanity rebuild?

'Nough said.

January 4, 2006

Rude Awakening

And I mean literally! They're redoing the roofs at our complex, partly due to Wilma, and I've heard from the grapevines, mostly due to the fact that they're getting ready to sell the townhouses. So, over the last week the workers have been working on taking the tiles off the roofs.

7:15 am, and yes, I mean AY AMMM, they started on the roof right outside our bedroom window. BANG, BANG, BAAAAAANG. Grrrrrrrr. Not happy about that.

It crossed my mind numerous times that I could get up and go sew, COULD being the operative word. ^.^ So there I was, in the land between sleep and awakeness... you know the one I mean. Where you're kind of sleeping, but you hear all the noise that's going on around you, and when it's time to get up, you feel worse than you would have if you'd just gotten up in the first place.

'nyways, that wasn't such a good start to my day.

January 2, 2006

I'm irked

Apart from work, as in when I'm paid for my time, I think it's pretty safe to say that my time is my own. As in, if I tell, say my cousin, that we'll meet for dinner and then at the last minute decide that I'm too lazy to do it, I can pretty much cancel it and not have to worry about repercussions. Goodness knows we do that to each other every now and then.

Same as if I think I wanna go shopping 2 days from now and then change my mind and decide I want to stay home and either watch a movie or sew. My perogative, my time. Same as if friends expect me online at a certain time and I don't show up, cos well, I'm in a sewing groove. I do it to them, they do it to me... no harm done.

So why is it that with certain people they think that they can make demands of my time and that I owe them to sit here and either answer questions which, more often than not, escalates into an argument. This means that the limited time I have on the net is bust and that I can't sit there and sew and actually have some down time.

Cos really, it's not like my day isn't long enough or that I don't spend enough time at work or driving around and running around. Why can't MY time be MY time?

January 1, 2006

Happy 2006 ^.^

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Wonder what this year will bring... hopefully better stuff than last year for sure.

So do resolutions not count unless it's told to at least one person? Maybe that puts you on account of at least trying to get them met. That said, my resolutions this year would be:

1. Not let things rile me up. I think I'm a pretty laid back person, as things go. But sometimes certain things just have a way of getting under my skin. So need to not do there. Breathe in, breathe out and all that.

2. Get our debts paid off. I've been doing pretty good since I started working since we're fortunate enough to be able to put most of what I earn towards CC debts. The original plan was to get everything taken care of by August... so we shall see.

3. Go home(Malaysia). It's been years since I've been home, and I HATE that trip. But both grandmas are getting old, and they're not going to live forever. As it is, neither one of them is doing too well. Meeting my nephew would be great too. He'll be almost 2 by the time I make it home. It's really, really sad to be living this far away. :(

4. Be better at keeping in touch with friends and family. Seems like they write a gazillion times before I reply. Not good... not good at all.

5. Buy our own house. By God's grace.