It is bitter cold outside and despite the warm meal that sits in my belly, I feel rotten and bitter as well. I dislike this point in winter for these crucial reasons:
1-It's cold, and I like to be warm. I like the comfort of roughly 75-80 degree weather with a light breeze. Therefore, I don't really appreciate it when it is 20 degrees out with a blistering wind that makes it seem like it is -20.
2-Snow. More specifically, shoveling it off of my rather large driveway. Not only that though, I also shovel around my neighbors vehicles because heaven forbid that I don't, they will throw their snow on my freshly shoveled driveway just to spite me. Also, I hate it when I am busting my butt shoveling and Mother Nature blows all of the snow that I just shoveled into my face, or onto the space I just shoveled. Also don't like that my neighbor who has a snow-blower has decided that he no longer wants to put it to good use, and lets the snow build up in the main drive until it is not drivable. Then after that point has been passed and I shovel my area, he snow-blows the rest. It's irritating if you know my driveway.
3- After shoveling, my feet are wet because my boots give me blisters and I have to revert to wearing sneakers. I know this is my own fault, but I can't buy a pair of boots till I get a job because the funds are better spent on our rent. So I settle for my poor sneakers which will probably bust out any day now, and shovel, only tom come into the house with wet feet and pant legs. (Oh it would be another topic altogether about wet pant legs that I spend hours hemming because I am short, but not short enough for short clothes, only to have them start coming undone)
4- Dry skin. Now this is yet again my own fault because of all of the dishes I do, but it's a little ridiculous when I moisturize at 2pm and by 6pm I need to again! The heat drying out the air made us have to go get another humidifier, so we have two runnin, and my poor plants are dying as well due to lack of water. It's time for the furnace to be shut off, but I can't do that till I get warm weather. To stop this we have put the thermostat on a cycle and shuts it down to a lower temp at night and makes me have to cuddle nest to the space heater in my bed that I lovingly call 'Nick'
5- And most importantly. I am scared shitless to get into a moving vehicle. Mainly because once someone tries to stop that moving vehicle, it gets a mind of it's own and tries to keep going. Thank You, Momentum! I can see you really hate me, and really love winter! I hope you have a ball this year, because the 4inches Mother Nature just dumped on us will give you a lot to play with! I have more reason now than ever to be afraid because (awesome segue here) I am getting my NYS permit this weekend, and applying for my road test when I pass. Which means I will have to get in a car again soon. Really soon if I want to test soon. I want to test on my birthday (June 26th) this year if possible, but it looks like it might have to be later thanks to NYS having beautiful winter weather that nobody wants to test in. Let's hope I get good luck! Who knows, maybe by the time I turn 27 I will have a license!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Bake me a Pie as Fast As You Can!
So today I am miserable.
My allergies kicked into full swing when I woke up this morning, and as a result of it all I am groggy and irritable. I have a house to clean, and tons of food to make for dinner tonight with Greg and Nick, so I can't really sit around and be miserable, although it is very tempting. So far this morning I have gone to the post office to mail another resume, went to the store to pick up pie fixin's and made a pie.
The pie looks delicious and probably will b because I never make a bad pie and now I am seriously thinking of selling pies at the Pub we go to. I know one of the waitresses and I can definitely see them selling a lot of my pies. I think that I could quite possibly make some money on it too. I am going to bring it up to my father who goes there a lot and see if he thinks it would be a possibility because he knows the owner. I would enjoy nothing more than baking all night long to relieve my stresses. So for your visual enjoyment, I am uploading the pie of the day. It is a mixed berry pie with strawberry garnish, and the filling was very yummy when I was making it. It will be served with a little dollop of whipped cream, and if anyone complains, they will probably die. I used freezer berries, which I am not really a fan of, but that was only because the real deal were about $20 more to get basically the same amount of usable berries. It still tastes amazing, but we will see what the guys say tonight. Till then, I have to prep chicken cutlets, and pasta for their dinner.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Job Search from Hell
So it would seem that the job search from hell might possibly be coming to an end. It looks as though I will be able to work outside the home in the coming weeks, and even more possible that I will be working two jobs at least for the first three months.
This is mainly in part because I had an assessment at Utica National yesterday where I was tested via computer program to see if I fit the requirements for the position, typed fast enough, read fast enough etc. I passed with flying colors and was sent straight into an interview (thank god I was dressed accordingly!) I talked to the woman who would be my supervisor, and she told me that she was really happy that I came in and that she was impressed by my computer skills. She also asked why I was settling for such a small role, and I told her the perfect answer. I was hoping to be seasoned for a permanent position in the company. She was glowing at all of my answers and I have never been so confident with an interview in my life. She told me that there were seven total candidates which is a third of the amount that I was up against last time, so I am really hopefully that my lucky pearl earings that I wore this time around will do the trick and land me the position.
Also, I have an interview this afternoon with Michael's the craft store. Now you might think that this would be a mundane position, and it quite possibly could be for anyone, but me. I LOVE Michael's and I think that I would love working there even more. I would be working in the framing department, so nothing that I am totally crazy about, but it could be a really neat experience, and since the other job is a temp. 19 hr. job, I would be able to fit both into my schedule easily.
I am hoping that I get both, but if all else fails, I have another job assessment at the Hartford on Friday, where yet again I will dress accordingly, and be prepared for an interview if I survive that assessment as well.
If nothing above works out, I have resumes out to basically every agency I could come across, including Upstate Cerebral Palsy, and should those people decide to make a move I will be more than ready. Which leads me to why this job search is such hell. The clothes. I hate interview clothing, and I hate it with a passion. Under normal circumstances I don't mind getting all dressed up, but when I started the job search back in August, I started with a whole new wardrobe. A whole new wardrobe, that is full of un-hemmed pants. So
i have been hemming for weeks it seems and I have swollen fingers. I should just take all the stuff to a tailor and tell them to do their worst, but I am lazy and cheap and don't want to spend the money on something that I can very well do at home. It's not like I don't have hours of time on my hands anyway, might as well do something productive. So today I shall be hemming the pants I will wear on Friday. Only two pairs of pants left and I will never be touching a needle and thread for as long as I can avoid it.
So wish me luck as I set forth to battle the needle and thread, and yet another string of job interviews! Hope all is well with you!
This is mainly in part because I had an assessment at Utica National yesterday where I was tested via computer program to see if I fit the requirements for the position, typed fast enough, read fast enough etc. I passed with flying colors and was sent straight into an interview (thank god I was dressed accordingly!) I talked to the woman who would be my supervisor, and she told me that she was really happy that I came in and that she was impressed by my computer skills. She also asked why I was settling for such a small role, and I told her the perfect answer. I was hoping to be seasoned for a permanent position in the company. She was glowing at all of my answers and I have never been so confident with an interview in my life. She told me that there were seven total candidates which is a third of the amount that I was up against last time, so I am really hopefully that my lucky pearl earings that I wore this time around will do the trick and land me the position.
Also, I have an interview this afternoon with Michael's the craft store. Now you might think that this would be a mundane position, and it quite possibly could be for anyone, but me. I LOVE Michael's and I think that I would love working there even more. I would be working in the framing department, so nothing that I am totally crazy about, but it could be a really neat experience, and since the other job is a temp. 19 hr. job, I would be able to fit both into my schedule easily.
I am hoping that I get both, but if all else fails, I have another job assessment at the Hartford on Friday, where yet again I will dress accordingly, and be prepared for an interview if I survive that assessment as well.
If nothing above works out, I have resumes out to basically every agency I could come across, including Upstate Cerebral Palsy, and should those people decide to make a move I will be more than ready. Which leads me to why this job search is such hell. The clothes. I hate interview clothing, and I hate it with a passion. Under normal circumstances I don't mind getting all dressed up, but when I started the job search back in August, I started with a whole new wardrobe. A whole new wardrobe, that is full of un-hemmed pants. So
i have been hemming for weeks it seems and I have swollen fingers. I should just take all the stuff to a tailor and tell them to do their worst, but I am lazy and cheap and don't want to spend the money on something that I can very well do at home. It's not like I don't have hours of time on my hands anyway, might as well do something productive. So today I shall be hemming the pants I will wear on Friday. Only two pairs of pants left and I will never be touching a needle and thread for as long as I can avoid it.
So wish me luck as I set forth to battle the needle and thread, and yet another string of job interviews! Hope all is well with you!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
I can EASILY post again!
As you may or may not have known, for the past couple months now, my keyboard has been broken, or rather some of the keys have been broken. UIO&P were not working and you would not believe how many times you normally hit those key in regular conversation. (for comparison in the past three lines I have hit those keys at least 40 times) So, I have been using an on screen keyboard which I stumbled upon while trying to get into my computer once finding that the password utilizes some of those keys. I was happy to find it at the time, however, the onscreen keyboard makes blogging nearly impossible, and at the very least time consuming. (took me about three hours on the last one, and I had to take breaks to make a meal) So now that I banged a few keys around it miraculously came back, not sure why, but at one point it started to type numbers instead of the letters, I smacked a few keys and it started typing letters. I am not going to complain, it is working now, and I am happy.
Now I can use all the keys, and have found my typing speed is much more expedient, and I can take a couple minutes of my time to update you on the events of the past few days. They have been filled with nightmares. I remember all of them vividly, especially the ones where I finally found my dream wedding dress, only to find out I would have to lose 5 dress sizes to be able to wear it, and the one where my cousin was the chauffeur after my wedding, and somehow I was sitting at my wedding in the back pew. It's all very odd and I believe my subconscious fear of the impending nuptials. Though I have to say that I am not overtly scared by the thought of being married, so I don't really see why all of a sudden I am getting cold feet in my dreams.
The part I find most humorous about the whole thing is that in one of my dreams, a dress that did not fit properly at the store we recently went to, was the dress I was wearing. I am almost seeing this as a sign that I found my dress, but I am unsure. Obviously I have to find a place that carries one in my size without making me pay exorbitant amounts of money just to try it on and find out I no longer like it. I am getting sick of these wedding boutiques that think that they can just get small sizes and people like me will be ok with that. I know I am on the larger size, and I am trying hard to not be so large, but in order to fit into their test gowns I seriously have to lose three dress sizes, which would be ridiculous concerning my frame which is short and above average already. I think I found a different boutique who will simply get my business just because they carry larger dresses, but I am waiting on my brother's fiance to do that trip. It's seriously scary doing trips like that, especially when the last one went so horrendously wrong. I only fit into one dress properly, and as much as I liked it, I kept thinking that I never wanted to see the dress again because it took so long to get into.
For any outsiders coming in to read this one, never get a corset backed dress unless you have VERY patient bridesmaids. Mine were none so polite as they pulled the strings for twenty minutes to get me into the dress, only to find out they loved it, but I had reservations.
Now I can use all the keys, and have found my typing speed is much more expedient, and I can take a couple minutes of my time to update you on the events of the past few days. They have been filled with nightmares. I remember all of them vividly, especially the ones where I finally found my dream wedding dress, only to find out I would have to lose 5 dress sizes to be able to wear it, and the one where my cousin was the chauffeur after my wedding, and somehow I was sitting at my wedding in the back pew. It's all very odd and I believe my subconscious fear of the impending nuptials. Though I have to say that I am not overtly scared by the thought of being married, so I don't really see why all of a sudden I am getting cold feet in my dreams.
The part I find most humorous about the whole thing is that in one of my dreams, a dress that did not fit properly at the store we recently went to, was the dress I was wearing. I am almost seeing this as a sign that I found my dress, but I am unsure. Obviously I have to find a place that carries one in my size without making me pay exorbitant amounts of money just to try it on and find out I no longer like it. I am getting sick of these wedding boutiques that think that they can just get small sizes and people like me will be ok with that. I know I am on the larger size, and I am trying hard to not be so large, but in order to fit into their test gowns I seriously have to lose three dress sizes, which would be ridiculous concerning my frame which is short and above average already. I think I found a different boutique who will simply get my business just because they carry larger dresses, but I am waiting on my brother's fiance to do that trip. It's seriously scary doing trips like that, especially when the last one went so horrendously wrong. I only fit into one dress properly, and as much as I liked it, I kept thinking that I never wanted to see the dress again because it took so long to get into.
For any outsiders coming in to read this one, never get a corset backed dress unless you have VERY patient bridesmaids. Mine were none so polite as they pulled the strings for twenty minutes to get me into the dress, only to find out they loved it, but I had reservations.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Photo of the Week
This one I took on the thruway in the middle of a blizzard on the way to see my mother's family. I think that it is gorgeous considering the circumstances.
Thing We Do for Love
... or family, because sometimes you just really don't "love" your family, or family to be.
I have an unwanted guest at my home.
He has been here a little over a week, and although he give this great outside persona of being so sweet and nice, he is a terror at the very least. Within the first four days of his stay, I was asked to do his laundry and basically follow after him cleaning up his messes. After approximately the same amount of time, after I realized that this kid came completely unprepared for life in NY, I said I wasn't doing it anymore.
He now does his own dishes, and makes his own meals except dinner which I offer to do. He also sleeps till 2pm each day, so it is not like he is really missing out on any meals. However the fact that he takes over my tv, and stays up all hours of the night playing games in the living room, which happens to be right next to my bedroom, still pisses me off. I am handling it. I haven't run the vacuum at 8am yet, to wake him up, and I haven't postponed my laundry schedule just to avoid doing his. Though this week may be a little different as I have a lot more to do that usual because I was never able to get my stuff to my mom's Saturday because he slept till 2pm and we had to wait for him to get ready before doing anything and sadly I wasn't able to go to my mother's.
I am not completely nuts, and I have to tell you I am not above keeping guests in my house for a couple weekds. However. nobody in his family seems to understand that this is my home. Everyone in Nick's family assumes that this is Nick's place and I am just saying with him till we get married, when I will officially be able to stake claim on it. (though they might also fight that because it would have been something that he acquired before we got married) I don't know why they don't treat me as an equal, but it is definitely apparent now that we have a visitor. The visitors parent calls almost everyday to ask what he has had for dinner and if he is getting enough sleep. It's like they see me as being entirely incompetent and just want to make sure I am not murdering him through starvation. Next time I am taking the phone and giving them a darn menu for the week which is...
Monday: Wings at Packy's Pub
Tuesday: BBQ chicken with cornbread and potatoes
Wednesday: Spaghetti with Sausage
Thursday: Hotdogs with fries and onion rings
So it is not like I am un-prepared by any means and actually it is quite the contrary. I am just not a mother. I will not baby him, get him up at ten, make sure he has a shower, wash his dishes (minus those that are a community meal) or even do his laundry. The way that I see it, I have to do all those things for myself because I am an adult, he should learn that by staying with someone else, you have to come prepared or deal with the consequences. It would be completely different if he were a little kid, or still in high-school, but the way that I see it, he was old enough to make the decision to come here without his father's input or help, then he can handle taking care of himself without my input or help.
I should say that having him here is not terrible, I just HATE waking up to dirty dishes. they made the food, they can clean it up. Worst part is that it could have been Nick, but he will get a piece of my mind should it have been him.
Regardless, I only have 4 more days of tiptoeing around the house so as not to disturb anyone at 1pm, and they should fly by fairly quickly. Then it is on to house guest #2 who is from my side of the family, and slightly OCD just like me! She will only be here for a couple days though and is leaving on Sunday afternoon. We will be making an appearance at the Valley Gymnastics regional meet at the utica Memorial Auditorium on Saturday. I will be debuting my photography skills for my cousin's students who are from Hamburg, NY and it should be quite eventful to say the least.
I have an unwanted guest at my home.
He has been here a little over a week, and although he give this great outside persona of being so sweet and nice, he is a terror at the very least. Within the first four days of his stay, I was asked to do his laundry and basically follow after him cleaning up his messes. After approximately the same amount of time, after I realized that this kid came completely unprepared for life in NY, I said I wasn't doing it anymore.
He now does his own dishes, and makes his own meals except dinner which I offer to do. He also sleeps till 2pm each day, so it is not like he is really missing out on any meals. However the fact that he takes over my tv, and stays up all hours of the night playing games in the living room, which happens to be right next to my bedroom, still pisses me off. I am handling it. I haven't run the vacuum at 8am yet, to wake him up, and I haven't postponed my laundry schedule just to avoid doing his. Though this week may be a little different as I have a lot more to do that usual because I was never able to get my stuff to my mom's Saturday because he slept till 2pm and we had to wait for him to get ready before doing anything and sadly I wasn't able to go to my mother's.
I am not completely nuts, and I have to tell you I am not above keeping guests in my house for a couple weekds. However. nobody in his family seems to understand that this is my home. Everyone in Nick's family assumes that this is Nick's place and I am just saying with him till we get married, when I will officially be able to stake claim on it. (though they might also fight that because it would have been something that he acquired before we got married) I don't know why they don't treat me as an equal, but it is definitely apparent now that we have a visitor. The visitors parent calls almost everyday to ask what he has had for dinner and if he is getting enough sleep. It's like they see me as being entirely incompetent and just want to make sure I am not murdering him through starvation. Next time I am taking the phone and giving them a darn menu for the week which is...
Monday: Wings at Packy's Pub
Tuesday: BBQ chicken with cornbread and potatoes
Wednesday: Spaghetti with Sausage
Thursday: Hotdogs with fries and onion rings
So it is not like I am un-prepared by any means and actually it is quite the contrary. I am just not a mother. I will not baby him, get him up at ten, make sure he has a shower, wash his dishes (minus those that are a community meal) or even do his laundry. The way that I see it, I have to do all those things for myself because I am an adult, he should learn that by staying with someone else, you have to come prepared or deal with the consequences. It would be completely different if he were a little kid, or still in high-school, but the way that I see it, he was old enough to make the decision to come here without his father's input or help, then he can handle taking care of himself without my input or help.
I should say that having him here is not terrible, I just HATE waking up to dirty dishes. they made the food, they can clean it up. Worst part is that it could have been Nick, but he will get a piece of my mind should it have been him.
Regardless, I only have 4 more days of tiptoeing around the house so as not to disturb anyone at 1pm, and they should fly by fairly quickly. Then it is on to house guest #2 who is from my side of the family, and slightly OCD just like me! She will only be here for a couple days though and is leaving on Sunday afternoon. We will be making an appearance at the Valley Gymnastics regional meet at the utica Memorial Auditorium on Saturday. I will be debuting my photography skills for my cousin's students who are from Hamburg, NY and it should be quite eventful to say the least.
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