Hi again.

*dodges flying tomatoes*

Ok. So I'm back, for reals now. I hope.

I've been neglecting this little blog of mine because well, I felt like there was nothing to talk about.

Until I realized that there IS a lot to talk about. Duh. My life is totally blog fodder.

SoOoOoooo, I'm going to try to start blogging again--especially with this upcoming summer where I know there'd be a lot to talk about.

I'll be playing catch-up for the next couple of posts--I have to catch you, my beloved readers up on what has been happening lately don't I? Don't I? ANSWER ME!

Anyhoo...

For now, I leave you with this snippet of my newest obsession in music: The Climb by (I'm embarrassed to even say this) Miley Cyrus. Okokok, she sucks, and I'm sick of Hannah Montana, but this song is....wow.

"There's always going to be another mountain.
I'm always going to want to make it move.
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes I'm going to have to lose.

Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side,
It's the climb."

Sheer poetry, I tell you.

Miss me?

Who missed me? ;)

No, really. Who missed me?

Anyway, so I'm now in Michigan! Visiting the Ex and his family. His brother lives here as well so we've been having a blast at his house playing drinking games and such.

It's a winter wonderland here as compared to back home. Back home, it was brown. And more brown. And icy. Did I mention brown?

Here, instead, it's white and icy. Sounds like a much better combination, doesn't it?

So anyhoo, I just wanted to share this story.

We were at the brother's home, playing Spoons. Do you know the game? If you don't, google it.

Anyway, so we were down from like 9 players to five. So there was four spoons on the table. The game was pretty intense at that time, and we were all screaming at each other and slamming the discard cards down on the tables. And then the spoons were grabbed. One of the guys and I were fighting over the last spoon. The spoon shot off in the other direction, so we both dove onto the table.

Of course, what happens? The table breaks. It shuffled sideways on the carpet, then finally the two side legs snapped and the table fell.

You had to be there--(for those of you who are my friend on Facebook, you can see the actual video of it there), but it was SO funny. The other guy ended up with a gash on his hand and he told me that now it's swollen up pretty bad...the table fell on his hand.

So, like I said, a blast :)

DaMomma

This is one of my favorite blogs to read, and in the holiday spirit, I think she said it all.

So please, follow this link to her blog and read the post.

Happy Holidays!

"How I Came to Believe in Santa" by DaMomma a.k.a. Elizabeth

http://damomma.com/2008/12/22/repost-how-i-came-to-believe-in-santa

Happy Holidays

So I probably won't be posting a new blog until after Christmas or New Year's, so I'm taking this opportunity to say Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah

(my family's half Jewish and half Catholic so...yeah)

Whatever you celebrate, may the year 2008 close well and may the year 2009 start off with a bang!

Happy Holidays to you and yours from me :)

answers to the game :)

Whoops, so Tuesday or Wednesday turned into Saturday

My mind doesn't function very well on winter break, sue me :)

here goes!

Bye-bye, kiss-kiss -- me and mom saying bye and kissing her two cats

Zoom zoom -- driving mom's car

Vroom vroom -- driving the rental car

Snore snore -- me sleeping :)

Chomp chomp -- me snacking on those yummy Chicken Biskit crackers :)

Bom-a bom-a bum bum bum boom-a boom-a boom boom boom -- me listening to my music!

Slurp slurp, slurp slurp -- mom and me drinking our starbucks drinks

Thunk-thunk-thunk-BUMP....BUMP-thunk-thunk-thunk -- the stupid road that had like stripes of tar that made the car vibrate everytime we went over them, and the zillions of bridges that we went over.

Drip drop -- the neverending rain

Grr grr -- me being grouchy at the slow drivers in front of me that refuse to move to the middle lane.

Roar roar -- me speeding up to pass them

Look look -- mom telling me to look at my speedometer

Growl growl -- me getting mad at mom

Nibble nibble -- me and mom eating our chocolate chip cookie that we got at starbucks

There there -- me directing mom to our hotel

yay yay! -- me and mom's arrival!

:D any correct guesses?

the town that we're staying at.

Ok, so this is Hicksville, Tennessee. I mean, literally.

There's such a strange mish-mash of things here.

They have these hippy-dippy street names such as Strawberry Plains, Mellowsweet, and Wood Song thrown in with your generic Kennedy, Draper, and Lora street names.

I saw, oh, let's say, maybe 234,748,323 pick-up trucks and commonplace sedans, along with a couple of suburbans, Jeeps, and vans thrown in for good measure. And there we were, cruising along in our bright blue PT Cruiser rental. Boy, did we stick out.

And one of the cars we pulled up alongside was SCARY. I mean she had a pasty, doughy face with one of those mouths that just gaped at you. She had a old pair of 1970's style glasses that took up half of her face and was maybe as thick. She also had a old shirt with faded bright pink and blue flowers on it. I could SWEAR I saw her in Texas Chainsaw Massacre as the murderer's mother or something like that.

The sign for the college we were headed to, Johnson Bible College, had 5 signs for churches next to it. Five. And they were all different churches, mind you.

The players at the College had..."unusual" mascots. The male team's mascot was the Preachers. The female team's mascot was Evangelicals. Can you see it? "We are the Mighty Preachers, hear us quote scripture!" Just doesn't have the same ring to it.

Since they're so religious, they're the nicest mean team I've ever seen. They'd foul so hard that our boys'd fall down, and then they'd offer a hand to help you up. Love thy enemy and all that jazz, I guess.

And last of all. I saw something that I NEVER thought I'd ever see again. I will just put a picture here. It'll say everything for me.

That scrunchie. Hairy, bright colored, scrunchie.

If I ever have to live in this kind of town, shoot me.

Backseat Drivers

Why is it that mothers are always backseat drivers? I mean, she was literally restraining herself from crawling into my seat and taking the wheel from me.

We were driving along in our brilliantly blue PT Cruiser rental and I was doing 80 (the speed limit was 70). She told me to "SLOW DOWN". I'm like...I'm not doing THAT much over the speed limit (Everyone knows that the speed limit is just a suggestion and you're supposed to do at least 5 MPH over the speed limit!)

Then she said I was driving too fast for this little car. I just gaped at her and then finally gathered my wits and said, "If 80 MPH was too fast for this car, they wouldn't have put 120 on the speedometer." At this, she said, "I don't care, slow down." So I didn't have any choice except to slow down.

Mothers.

She was snoozing in the seat next to me and every time (I mean, EVERY TIME) she woke up, she'd make a comment, and then go back to sleep.

"You're too close to that truck."

"Slow down, you're going too fast."

"Stay in the middle lane if you're not going to pass anyone."

At this point, I just yelled at her to leave me alone.

At the next restroom stop, when I came back from the bathroom, she was sitting resolutely in the driver seat. And then she proceeded to drive at 65 MPH for the rest of the trip.

There you have it, my mother! I love her anyway :)

Oh yes, and the question of the year.

"Why does the 'expected arrival time' on the GPS keep increasing? It was 4:17 and now it's 4:24...does that mean I'm driving too slow?"

um. YES!

Sounds and Sensations of my trip to Tennessee!

Ok, this is the first of several posts about my trip to Tennessee.

I promise, it'll be read-worthy :)

First one--this is a game, let's see if you can figure out what each part is :) the answers will be posted tomorrow (or wednesday)

Here goes!

Bye-bye, kiss-kiss

Zoom zoom

Vroom vroom

Snore snore

Chomp chomp

Bom-a bom-a bum bum bum boom-a boom-a boom boom boom

Slurp slurp, slurp slurp

Thunk-thunk-thunk-BUMP....BUMP-thunk-thunk-thunk

Drip drop

Grr grr

Roar roar

Look look

Growl growl

Nibble nibble

There there

yay yay!

:) have fun guessing

my rib and the journey to heal it

Soooo my rib has been hurting since Saturday morning (the 6th)...

I don't know how, so don't ask... it just hurt when I woke up in the morning...

At first, it felt like that side cramp you get when you run a lot and you need water...so I drank a lot of water...it didn't go away...

instead, it got steadily worse. It got to the point that I couldn't breathe out fully, there was a bump on my chest UNDER my breast, (this is important, you'll see why...), and then I couldn't sleep well anymore.

After talking with the parents, they wanted me to go to the health center here on campus. So I did, being the obedient daughter and all.

I waited for 30 minutes to see the nurse, and then as soon as I said I could feel a bump UNDER my breast, she wanted to feel it. After poking around, she said there's a lump and she wanted the other nurse to check it out. So I obligated and went and waited for the other nurse. She and the other nurse discussed amongst themselves and then she asked me when my last period was...I told her, then she said oh, your breast might be hurting because of that, sometimes that happens. I'm like...my breast isn't hurting, it's my rib. She said, "I understand that, but you have a lump in your breast, so we would like you to come back tomorrow and see the other nurse."

"But it isn't in my breast, it's my rib."

"Ribs are on the side of your body."

"Um, they start in the middle of my chest."

"Yes, I understand that, but we want you to come back tomorrow to check on that lump in your breast, please take this Motrin and come back tomorrow.

"But it has nothing to do with my breast! I feel popping and it hurts when I move so it has to be my rib."

"Yes, I understand that, but I felt a lump in your breast."

at which point I just took the motrin and left.

So today, I decided to go to Urgent Care and have it checked out (with much urging from my parents).

So Goofy took me and we drove around for nearly 2 hours trying to find it (jesus christ I have bad luck with urgent care) and then when we got there, the examination room was SCARY.

I mean, white walls, flickering light, little mexican nurses, scary. It looked like a place that I'd wake up in two hours later with my kidney missing.

Then this kindly looking mid-50's woman who was the doctor came in. She felt the bump and said she feels the rib.

I'm like, "HALLELUJAH! Yes, it IS the rib."

So it's costochronitis which is a virus that causes the cartilage between my rib and septum to swell...so it's like a cartilage cold...so I have to take prescription-strength Motrin and then it'll go away in a while.

All that hassle, and I end up having to take Motrin. I guess the health center DOES know what they have to prescribe, even if it's for the wrong thing.

Good times.

Stupid @*#)(% "help" at Sprint.

(I apologize in advance for this super-long blog, but I needed to vent.)

Ok, so the supposedly "customer service" at Sprint ended up wasting 40 minutes of my life.

40 fricking minutes. (pardon my french.)

here's some of the actual conversation.

"WHAT S THE REASON FOR THE CALL Q GA

"I am unable to access my account online ga

WHAT IS THE REASON Q GA

i dont know, i had an account number that i entered and it said that the number is invalid so i called you and they said that the number was wrong so they gave me a new number and it still says invalid ga

PLEASE TRY TO REREGISTER FOR AN ONLINE ACCOUNT GA

How do I do that ga

GO TO SPRINT DOT COME WHERE YOU XXX

No i don't mean my login with the sprint account, i mean the account that i pay my bill with ga

THAT WOULD BE THE ONLINE ACCOUNT YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO PAY YOUR BILLS ONLINE GA

that's right, i have to add the account to my profile online correct? ga

THAT IS CORRECT GA

and my point is that when i try to add the account it says the number is invalid ga

UM ARE YOU REFERRING TO YOUR SPRINT ACCOUNT NUMBER OR YOUR BANK ACCOUNT NUMBERS Q GA

my sprint acct number ga

LET ME GIVE YOU YOUR ACCOUNT NUMBER AND TRY IF THIS WORKS THE ACCOUNT NUMBER IS XXX XXX XXX GA

ok let me try that…its still invalid ga

DID YOU ENTER XXX XXX XXX Q GA

Yes ga (What, do you think I would make up a new account number just for the heck of it??)

WHAT DOES IT SHOW ON YOUR SCREEN GA

It says account number is invalid (um, DUH!) ga

WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU TRYING TO DO Q GA

I am trying to add my sprint account to my profile so that i can pay my bill online ga

ONE MOMENT LET ME CHECK GA

ALL RIGHT PLEASE ASK THE CUSTOMER DO YOU HAVE AN ONLINE ACCOUNT ALREADY OR ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO SET UP A NEW ONE Q GA

yes as i said earlier i already have my online profile ga

BUT IF YOU ALREADY HAVE ONE ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ENTER YOUR USER NAME AND PASSWORD THE ACCOUNT NUMBER WOULD NOT BE USED ANY MORE ONCE YOU ENTER YOUR USER NAME AND PASSWORD IT WILL BRING YOU TO YOUR ONLINE ACCOUNT AND I COULD GIVE YOU THE INSTRUCTIONS IN HOW TO MAKE A PAYMENT 9NCE YOU RE ON YOUR ONLINE ACCOUNT GA

Yes, I am online on my online profile, i see my pager and data plan, when i click make a payment, it says enter account number, and that is where it is saying account number is invalid ga

THAT WOULD BE YOUR BANK ACCOUNT NUMBER GA

ok let me try that then ga

NO PROBLEM TELL ME IF YOU ENCOUNTER ANY PROBLEMS AFTER GA

it still says invalid. the instructions says to enter the account number that i manage, what number is that? ga

WHAT ARE YOU USING TO MAKE A PAYMENT CREDIT CARD OR CHECKING ACCOUNT Q GA

no i can't even get into my account to make an payment! ga

SIR YOU ARE NOT IN YOUR ONLINE ACCOUNT GA

(SIR?!?!) that's my point, how do i get in??? (*#&$ it!) ga

YOU GO TO SPRINT DOT COM ONCE YOU RE ON THE HOME PAGE ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE PAGE THERE IS A SPACE FOR YOU TO ENTER YOUR USER NAME AND PASSWORD FILL OUT THE INFORMATION AND CLICK ON GO GA

yes i have already done that ga

DO YOU SEE SHOP MY SPRINT DIGITAL LOUNGE AND SUPPORT ON TOP OF THE PAGE Q GA

Yes ga

PLEASE CLICK ON MY SPRINT GA

Ok ga

THEN GO TO OVERVIEW GA

Ok ga

LOOK FOR BILLING AND PAYMENT AND THEN RIGHT BELOW THAT IS A PAY NOW BUTTON THAT YOU WOULD HAVE TO CLICK GA

There is no billing and payment ga

TRY BILLING AND PAYMENT UNDER MY SPRINT GA

(didn't I just say there's no billing and payment?) there's only overview, phones and plans, settings and passwords, and my online tools ga

THAT S ODD IT S SUPPOSED TO HAVE BILLING AND PAYMENT LET ME PUT YOU ON HOLD FOR A COUPLE OF MINUTES AND CHECK WHY YOU DON T HAVE THAT ON YOUR ACCOUNT GA

perhaps it is because i have not added my sprint account because it keeps saying it is invalid ga"

So the conversation went back and forth like that for 40 minutes (FORTY @^$&#!~ MINUTES) until I tried the account number without spaces.

It worked.

WHY DID THE WOMAN GIVE ME THE ACCOUNT NUMBER WITH SPACES IF IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAVE SPACES??????

ok, I'm gonna go and hit my pillow to get rid of my aggravation.

Good night.

Obama and the Election

So we now have a new president. Barack Obama. I see big things in the future!

So here's what happened in my day here.

The morning began as usual--well not as usual as I almost overslept--but anyway there was a campus wide poll to see who the campus supports. Then the rest of the day went by, and at 7, we went to the SLCC where there was a "sleep-in".

We were all there with our blankets and pillows and in our sweatpants. We settled in and watched CNN on the big screen. Much cheering was heard every time a state was won by Obama.

As soon as Obama was elected president, the house erupted in cheers and every stranger hugged the stranger next to him or her. It was touching.

So, let's see what Obama brings to America.