As some of you may know, I have quite a guy. Every now and again, he will respond with a cute little quip that just serves as a reminder as to why I love him so.
So today, I had to have Mikey replace the breaks on my car, again. Seems to happen too often. Later on this evening, we're watching TV and one of those gushy Kay Jewelers commercials comes on. I chimed in with an "Aw, isn't that cute!" to which my my ever loving boyfriends says under his breath, "So are cars that stop."
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Homeward Bound
It was a pretty nice day out today, cooler than it has been, so I figured it was a good time to grab the leash and take Diesel for a walk. I threw on a light weight sweatshirt and queued up some Jack Johnson on the iPod and hit the trail.
About an hour into our walk as we were on the last leg home, Diesel and I came across a scared, wet, little dog just trotting along the side walk. I stopped and checked the poor things tags and was baffled to find out she was from Bloomfield Hills, she was a bit far from home. I called the number on the tag, but got an answering machine. Soon as I had left my number, wouldn't you know the battery on my cell went dead. Not knowing what to do with our new friend Lillie, I hooked her to Diesel's leash and started heading towards home.
I came across a woman mowing her lawn so I stopped to ask if she recognized the dog. Being a dog lover herself she came over and immediately started to help. She called the number on Lillie's tag too, and left a new message. She went inside to get a bowl of water and figured it would help to do a reverse look-up on the phone number and maybe see if she could find an address. Sure enough, there was an address listed in Bloomfield. She got the MapQuest directions and tried calling again.
After considering it for a bit, my new friend Dawn and I decided to take a drive over to the house to see if we could deliver Lillie back to her owners or at least to a neighbor. So, Dawn, her daughter and I dropped Diesel off home and we headed all the way to 16 and Lahser. And across Woodward!
When we got to Lillie's home, there was no one there. Dawn went across the street and the couple who lived there informed us that Lillie's owner was a single, elderly lady, who was in poor health. The fact that we had found little Lillie so far from home and so late at night really concerned them. The nice gentleman from across the street came by with a flash light to see if the lady was home and had maybe fallen or become ill. Meanwhile, his wife called the police.
The police came and they couldn't find any signs that she was at home, but they new the resident to be elderly and of ill health so they were concerned as well. Somehow or another the neighbor got a hold of the lady's nephew and he advised us that she had been out looking for the dog earlier in the evening. She had taken Lillie to the groomer and she had gotten away.
The police thanked us for returning Lillie, and they took possession of her until the nephew could come over or until he could reach his aunt.
In the end, I made a new friend, Lillie found her way home, and it sounded like the elderly lady was okay after all. It was definitely more of an adventure than I thought I'd have.
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About an hour into our walk as we were on the last leg home, Diesel and I came across a scared, wet, little dog just trotting along the side walk. I stopped and checked the poor things tags and was baffled to find out she was from Bloomfield Hills, she was a bit far from home. I called the number on the tag, but got an answering machine. Soon as I had left my number, wouldn't you know the battery on my cell went dead. Not knowing what to do with our new friend Lillie, I hooked her to Diesel's leash and started heading towards home.
I came across a woman mowing her lawn so I stopped to ask if she recognized the dog. Being a dog lover herself she came over and immediately started to help. She called the number on Lillie's tag too, and left a new message. She went inside to get a bowl of water and figured it would help to do a reverse look-up on the phone number and maybe see if she could find an address. Sure enough, there was an address listed in Bloomfield. She got the MapQuest directions and tried calling again.
After considering it for a bit, my new friend Dawn and I decided to take a drive over to the house to see if we could deliver Lillie back to her owners or at least to a neighbor. So, Dawn, her daughter and I dropped Diesel off home and we headed all the way to 16 and Lahser. And across Woodward!
When we got to Lillie's home, there was no one there. Dawn went across the street and the couple who lived there informed us that Lillie's owner was a single, elderly lady, who was in poor health. The fact that we had found little Lillie so far from home and so late at night really concerned them. The nice gentleman from across the street came by with a flash light to see if the lady was home and had maybe fallen or become ill. Meanwhile, his wife called the police.
The police came and they couldn't find any signs that she was at home, but they new the resident to be elderly and of ill health so they were concerned as well. Somehow or another the neighbor got a hold of the lady's nephew and he advised us that she had been out looking for the dog earlier in the evening. She had taken Lillie to the groomer and she had gotten away.
The police thanked us for returning Lillie, and they took possession of her until the nephew could come over or until he could reach his aunt.
In the end, I made a new friend, Lillie found her way home, and it sounded like the elderly lady was okay after all. It was definitely more of an adventure than I thought I'd have.
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Thursday, June 3, 2010
Army of Ants
As it began to warm up in Michigan, Mikey and I started to notice a few unwelcome house guests. Carpenter ants. Mikey, who is now in the arborist business, knew exactly what that meant. The ants were being attracted to a few trees in our yard that were showing some signs of rot. As plant life dies, it releases pheromones that attract natures little helpers to assist in a speedy break down of nutrients.
One night as I was preparing the coffee maker for the next morning, there were quite a few ants in the trashcan. I disposed of a few of them, but little did I know, one brave little ant set out on a suicide mission right up my leg and bit me! What a site it had to be. A chubby, pale girl throwing off her pants, jumping around yelling, "He bit me! That little bastard bit me!"
From the living room I hear my oh so sarcastic boyfriend comment, "You know, ants are one of the most venomous creatures on Earth. That is if you are bit by a thousand of them." Not helping dear!
Mikey then set out with a vengeance on a well deceased cherry tree in the back, and on the poorly pruned crab apple tree out front. Sure enough, that crab apple tree was just filled from the inside out with ants. Mikey quickly sealed it up and rushed it off to the brush dump. No more ants, or so we thought...
About a week later we noticed the ants here and there in the kitchen again, so Mikey went out and bought some of that granular ant poison and secured the perimeter. No more ants.
Until the other night that is. As I was diligently packing my lunch for the next day, I pull the garbage can out from under the sink and from it a brigade of ants come marching out and aligning them for another attack! I promptly ran the entire bag out to the trash! "Mikey! Their back!"
And then again last night, as I am making my lunch. Ants all over the place, and I am chasing them down with one of Mikey's shoes trying to kill them all before again, rushing the 100% biodegradable white trash bag out to the curb, cursing at their little snowman shaped silhouette!
And after squirming around trying to sleep with the thought of those little creeps, I am officially declaring war!
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One night as I was preparing the coffee maker for the next morning, there were quite a few ants in the trashcan. I disposed of a few of them, but little did I know, one brave little ant set out on a suicide mission right up my leg and bit me! What a site it had to be. A chubby, pale girl throwing off her pants, jumping around yelling, "He bit me! That little bastard bit me!"
From the living room I hear my oh so sarcastic boyfriend comment, "You know, ants are one of the most venomous creatures on Earth. That is if you are bit by a thousand of them." Not helping dear!
Mikey then set out with a vengeance on a well deceased cherry tree in the back, and on the poorly pruned crab apple tree out front. Sure enough, that crab apple tree was just filled from the inside out with ants. Mikey quickly sealed it up and rushed it off to the brush dump. No more ants, or so we thought...
About a week later we noticed the ants here and there in the kitchen again, so Mikey went out and bought some of that granular ant poison and secured the perimeter. No more ants.
Until the other night that is. As I was diligently packing my lunch for the next day, I pull the garbage can out from under the sink and from it a brigade of ants come marching out and aligning them for another attack! I promptly ran the entire bag out to the trash! "Mikey! Their back!"
And then again last night, as I am making my lunch. Ants all over the place, and I am chasing them down with one of Mikey's shoes trying to kill them all before again, rushing the 100% biodegradable white trash bag out to the curb, cursing at their little snowman shaped silhouette!
And after squirming around trying to sleep with the thought of those little creeps, I am officially declaring war!
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Bell's Amber Ale
Ian gifted to me a six-pack of Bell's Amber Ale for my graduation. As I had already begun to get quite wasted that night, I decided to wait for a better opportunity to share them. The beer was great, it was unfortunate though, the events that brought Ian and I together for the tasting.
Otherwise in a delightful mood, I managed to upset one of my bestest friends. Things were said that probably shouldn't have been and my loaded tongue got the best of me. To quote The Secret Language of Birthdays, "It is crucial that they recognize how influential and powerful they can be, since many operate almost entirely on an unconscious level, unaware of how they are impacting on others." It is with this that I do tend to get myself into trouble more often than I ever try to. I don't know why I feel such an overwhelming need to help my friends, but I do. And if that wasn't the worst of it, I also managed to get pwned by my own Real Detroit Weekly horoscope. More often than not, that horoscope is freakishly dead on.
Any how, back to the beer. After such a rotten ending to the work day, I got the most pleasant invite to come over for beers the following night. That little invite made me smile when I really did need it the most. The following day, Ian and I enjoyed those beers, while playing washers and enjoying the hot summer sun. I managed to get more of a buzz than I really wanted too that night, but it was nice to get my mind off things for a while.
As for what I am going to do about said friend, I still do not know. I have spent the last week going over in my head what I am going to say, but it just doesn't seem like the right words are out there. It'll work out I am sure.
Remaining Beers on the To Drink List:
Bell's Brewery Inc.: Cherry Stout and Two-Hearted Ale
Founder's Brewing Co.: Breakfast Stout
Jolly Pumpkin Artisin Ales: Bam Biere, La Roja and Oro de Calabaza
New Holland Brewing Co: Mad Hatter and The Poet
Otherwise in a delightful mood, I managed to upset one of my bestest friends. Things were said that probably shouldn't have been and my loaded tongue got the best of me. To quote The Secret Language of Birthdays, "It is crucial that they recognize how influential and powerful they can be, since many operate almost entirely on an unconscious level, unaware of how they are impacting on others." It is with this that I do tend to get myself into trouble more often than I ever try to. I don't know why I feel such an overwhelming need to help my friends, but I do. And if that wasn't the worst of it, I also managed to get pwned by my own Real Detroit Weekly horoscope. More often than not, that horoscope is freakishly dead on.
Any how, back to the beer. After such a rotten ending to the work day, I got the most pleasant invite to come over for beers the following night. That little invite made me smile when I really did need it the most. The following day, Ian and I enjoyed those beers, while playing washers and enjoying the hot summer sun. I managed to get more of a buzz than I really wanted too that night, but it was nice to get my mind off things for a while.
As for what I am going to do about said friend, I still do not know. I have spent the last week going over in my head what I am going to say, but it just doesn't seem like the right words are out there. It'll work out I am sure.
Remaining Beers on the To Drink List:
Bell's Brewery Inc.: Cherry Stout and Two-Hearted Ale
Founder's Brewing Co.: Breakfast Stout
Jolly Pumpkin Artisin Ales: Bam Biere, La Roja and Oro de Calabaza
New Holland Brewing Co: Mad Hatter and The Poet
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Star Wars
I have never seen a Star Wars film in its entirety.
There I said it, and I know my excuses don't stand up very well, "I was too young to appreciate it," "It was 10 AM and I was drunk." Whatever the cause, I know there is no excuse. I am not worthy of the titles geek, dork, dweeb, or nerd, and in my defence, I have always admitted my short-comings.
Now, before you start passing judgements, I do have a general understanding of how the plot unfolds. I have - and I will give you a moment to ensure you're sitting and not consuming a food or beverage - I have seen Space Balls, Family Guy and listened to Weird Al songs, to have a vague idea of the story line, but I know all to well, that its just not the same.
Well, the time has come. I have made it a goal to see all six Star Wars films before September. Now I just pose two questions to you all:
There I said it, and I know my excuses don't stand up very well, "I was too young to appreciate it," "It was 10 AM and I was drunk." Whatever the cause, I know there is no excuse. I am not worthy of the titles geek, dork, dweeb, or nerd, and in my defence, I have always admitted my short-comings.
Now, before you start passing judgements, I do have a general understanding of how the plot unfolds. I have - and I will give you a moment to ensure you're sitting and not consuming a food or beverage - I have seen Space Balls, Family Guy and listened to Weird Al songs, to have a vague idea of the story line, but I know all to well, that its just not the same.
Well, the time has come. I have made it a goal to see all six Star Wars films before September. Now I just pose two questions to you all:
- Do I start with the original trilogy, and end with the newer three? Or do I watch them as the story should unfold?
- Do I go balls out and watch all six films in one night? Or should I take my time, and fully grasp each movie in its entirety before moving on to the next?
I need your honest opinions. And I will take all of the criticism you would like to dole out as well. I am ashamed, and this has been eating at my dorky soul for quite some time, so it is only appropriate I get this done as soon as possible.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Celis White - Michigan Brewing Co.
So this will probably not be quite the review you would have expected. I really don't know a lot about beer. I just know what I like and what I don't like.
About a month ago a friends offered me her six tickets to see the Detroit Derby Girls play their Grudge Match, she had accidentally bought the wrong ones. I invited Gabby & Matt, Beaver, Jerri & Alex to join me. And since Gabby, Matt, Beaver and I had enjoyed Slow's so much the last time we'd gone, we decided to go again.
The day started off a bit rough due to a lack of planning and communication, but once that slow cooked meat was placed in front of us, it was all done and behind us. I had a pint of Celis White with my Big 3 entree; pulled pork, pulled chicken, and brisket. Paired with mac n cheese and waffle fries.
The food was good, and the Derby even better! The Detroit Pistoffs played a great game against The Pistolwhippers. The Pistolwhippers played hard, but Effin Money and Cookie Rumble were unstoppable! The Pistoffs won it, 131-63.
Good times with friends new and old. Food was great. Beer was good too, I would drink it again. Derby, my new love!
About a month ago a friends offered me her six tickets to see the Detroit Derby Girls play their Grudge Match, she had accidentally bought the wrong ones. I invited Gabby & Matt, Beaver, Jerri & Alex to join me. And since Gabby, Matt, Beaver and I had enjoyed Slow's so much the last time we'd gone, we decided to go again.
The day started off a bit rough due to a lack of planning and communication, but once that slow cooked meat was placed in front of us, it was all done and behind us. I had a pint of Celis White with my Big 3 entree; pulled pork, pulled chicken, and brisket. Paired with mac n cheese and waffle fries.
The food was good, and the Derby even better! The Detroit Pistoffs played a great game against The Pistolwhippers. The Pistolwhippers played hard, but Effin Money and Cookie Rumble were unstoppable! The Pistoffs won it, 131-63.
Good times with friends new and old. Food was great. Beer was good too, I would drink it again. Derby, my new love!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
It's been a while...
I haven't written in a while, and I suppose its because I really haven't had a lot going on. I did reconnect with a dear friend these past few weeks. He's really one of the only people (besides Mikey of course) that I can spend an entire weekend with and not be frustrated with them at the end. It was actually kind of sad to see him go. Things are going to be good this year, besides the fact that he now gets to spend so much more time with his baby girl, it gives us the chance to appreciate one another much more. I'm not sure how we did it, but I think we listened to close to six hours of Jack Johnson the other day. We're going to the concert this summer and I apparently needed to be "schooled."
Speaking of schooled, I have my graduation coming up in a few weeks. I'm going to go up to CMU and walk the stage, then come home and have a nice bonfire with some good friends. Hopefully it will be a good time, its definitely worth it.
And speaking of good friends, I am very excited to be going to see the Detroit Derby Girls this weekend with some of my bestest friends and my sister. We're planning on going to Slow's BBQ first, which not only tastes great, but eating there just makes me feel good. They use meat from humane ranches, most of the building is made from recycled materials, and they try to recycle as much as they can. Good food with good karma... and good beer!
Ha ha! I can see where this one is going. My friend posted a list of Michigan Beers that were included in the '1001 Beers You Must Taste Before You Die' book. My goal this summer is to try each of them. And they are:
Bell's Brewery Inc.: Amber Ale, Cherry Stout, and Two-Hearted Ale
Founders Brewing Co.: Breakfast Stout
Jolly Pumpkin Artisan Ales: Bam Biere, La Roja and Oro de Calabaza
Michigan Brewing Co.: Celis White
New Holland Brewing Co.: Mad Hatter and The Poet
As I drink each of them, I will be sure to let you know!
Well, I guess that's all for now. Mikey's got burgers cooking and I should check on the waffle fries. Yum! :)
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Speaking of schooled, I have my graduation coming up in a few weeks. I'm going to go up to CMU and walk the stage, then come home and have a nice bonfire with some good friends. Hopefully it will be a good time, its definitely worth it.
And speaking of good friends, I am very excited to be going to see the Detroit Derby Girls this weekend with some of my bestest friends and my sister. We're planning on going to Slow's BBQ first, which not only tastes great, but eating there just makes me feel good. They use meat from humane ranches, most of the building is made from recycled materials, and they try to recycle as much as they can. Good food with good karma... and good beer!
Ha ha! I can see where this one is going. My friend posted a list of Michigan Beers that were included in the '1001 Beers You Must Taste Before You Die' book. My goal this summer is to try each of them. And they are:
Bell's Brewery Inc.: Amber Ale, Cherry Stout, and Two-Hearted Ale
Founders Brewing Co.: Breakfast Stout
Jolly Pumpkin Artisan Ales: Bam Biere, La Roja and Oro de Calabaza
Michigan Brewing Co.: Celis White
New Holland Brewing Co.: Mad Hatter and The Poet
As I drink each of them, I will be sure to let you know!
Well, I guess that's all for now. Mikey's got burgers cooking and I should check on the waffle fries. Yum! :)
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Politics No Longer Welcome
My neighbor is a passionate man. Foolish at times, but at least he stands by what he believes. I am usually one that will speak my political views if asked, but I try not to argue if I can help it. As Mikey knows, I can get pretty worked up over things too.
With the recent passage of the Health Care Reform Bill, my neighbor has been especially angry and exceptionally more vocal about it. Usually I shrug it off, but there was something different about it recently, and I think I figured it out. My neighbor doesn't know shit. Well, I am sure he has a good idea of what he's talking about, but one night, as he was talking to Mikey about Global Warming, of all subjects, he started quoting facts that I just couldn't believe. So, while he chatted in the kitchen, I sat in the living room with the laptop and started some searches, and some Snoping, and kept finding that a lot of what he was quoting as fact, were in fact, wrong. Again, I have no problem with him believing what he wants to believe and voting the way he does, but I really lost some respect for him when he couldn't get his stuff right.
And then I noticed something worse. The keywords. If you watch The Daily Show like I do, (I will admit it), Jon Stewart has a pretty comical way of breaking news stories down to the keywords, and I'll be damned if my neighbor wasn't using all the words that Fox News uses to scare its viewers. Now, I don't know what he watches on TV, or listens to on the radio, and by all means he has the right to listen all he wants, and whatever he wants, but this to, made me a little more perturbed with the man.
The poor guy had to feel my wrath, not once but twice in the same week, and though its not an excuse, I had been suffering with yet another sinus infection. Mikey and I have since decided to ban political talk with friends. Honestly, I know what I believe in, and I know I am not going to change anyone, if I can have a civil conversation, I'm down. But in most cases, people just get emotional and angry. And, since my main goal for this year is to just be happy, there is no need to go and drag people into conversations that no one will be comfortable in.
Change of subject!
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With the recent passage of the Health Care Reform Bill, my neighbor has been especially angry and exceptionally more vocal about it. Usually I shrug it off, but there was something different about it recently, and I think I figured it out. My neighbor doesn't know shit. Well, I am sure he has a good idea of what he's talking about, but one night, as he was talking to Mikey about Global Warming, of all subjects, he started quoting facts that I just couldn't believe. So, while he chatted in the kitchen, I sat in the living room with the laptop and started some searches, and some Snoping, and kept finding that a lot of what he was quoting as fact, were in fact, wrong. Again, I have no problem with him believing what he wants to believe and voting the way he does, but I really lost some respect for him when he couldn't get his stuff right.
And then I noticed something worse. The keywords. If you watch The Daily Show like I do, (I will admit it), Jon Stewart has a pretty comical way of breaking news stories down to the keywords, and I'll be damned if my neighbor wasn't using all the words that Fox News uses to scare its viewers. Now, I don't know what he watches on TV, or listens to on the radio, and by all means he has the right to listen all he wants, and whatever he wants, but this to, made me a little more perturbed with the man.
The poor guy had to feel my wrath, not once but twice in the same week, and though its not an excuse, I had been suffering with yet another sinus infection. Mikey and I have since decided to ban political talk with friends. Honestly, I know what I believe in, and I know I am not going to change anyone, if I can have a civil conversation, I'm down. But in most cases, people just get emotional and angry. And, since my main goal for this year is to just be happy, there is no need to go and drag people into conversations that no one will be comfortable in.
Change of subject!
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Thursday, March 4, 2010
New Shoes
Well, today was a good day. Today, I got new shoes. Actually, I got two pairs of new shoes, and thanks to Kohl's sale, I got two for the price of one! However, with every new pair, an old pair must go. Today, I retired my Classic Black Hi-top Chucks. My Chucks have seen their fair share of life. They have explored new trails and traveled roads near and far. There was even that one day we realized that they weren't the best shoes to wear for an 8 hour shift at a register. And they weren't the best grip at indoor paintball, but we've had a few successful rounds at Stoneycreek. They've been to in
door concerts and outdoor shows, and a multitude of bars across southeastern Michigan. There was even the zombie massacre where I discovered that All-Stars were the official footwear of zombies.
door concerts and outdoor shows, and a multitude of bars across southeastern Michigan. There was even the zombie massacre where I discovered that All-Stars were the official footwear of zombies. My Chucks will be missed, but there will be many more adventures to be had in my new blue, low-top All-Stars. :)
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Friday, February 19, 2010
Skate World
As anyone who knows me best will tell you, I tend to get addicted to ideas. For instance, after Gabby showed me 'Shock and Awe' by Henry Rollins for the first time, I couldn't get enough of him. I tend to spend too many nights googleing and wiki'ing my way through topics, anything from zombies to organic food, from disc golf to Zoe Bell, once I get a topic on my mind its hard to get it out for a while.
My latest obsession, Roller Derby. It started with a poster in a co-workers cubical, led to a bout by the Flint City Derby Girls, and eventually to a Detroit Derby Girls bout, to now where I have laced up skates once again just to see if I could even skate any more.
On Wednesday, I headed up to Gemini Skate & Sport, which is formerly known as the Rochester Skate Rink. From 3-5 PM, Monday-Friday, open skate is just $3. I have to admit I had to wonder if they still had those old brown and orange skates from when I was going there back in middle school, to my surprise, they did.
Skating around the old building, despite its renovations over the years, brought back a lot of memories. It made me think about all those nights that they would host parties for Avondale kids, and about how we'd all head up there to skate and hang out with our friends.
I remember my mom driving Mike, Rhonda, Jamie, Crystal and myself up to that old building in our minivan. Specifically one night after I had bought a bottle of cologne for Mike for Christmas and he used so much my mom had to crack a window.
I remember standing in line at the front doors with all the other kids from school. Holding the five or ten dollars our parents had given us for the night in our sweaty nervous hands. Its kinda gross but I can still smell all that sweaty money. Why were we nervous? I know there were a few times my teenage mind was racing with the thought of skating with that boy I had my eye on, or if that girl friend I had a fight with earlier was going to be there.
Once we'd paid our admission, I can visualise walking through those doors into that loud, dark rink. Orange/brown carpeting covering what seemed to be every surface of the building. Walking to the back of the rink to get our skate rentals, and lacing up those brown and orange skates. One of us would front the change for a locker and we'd cram all of our coats inside and make someone in charge of the key. Once that was all set there was no stopping us.
The music was always loud, playing the current top songs from the radio and not to mention a few oldies but goodies. Certain songs stick out in my mind: "Girls" and "Brass Monkey" by the Beastie Boys, "December 1963" by the Four Seasons, and "Undone - The Sweater Song" by Weezer. Don't ask me why those songs in particular, but they always make me think of those nights when I hear them. The lights would flash and the reflections of the disco ball could be seen on the floor as we skated around and around.
Of course, another common sound was that of any love song by Brian Adams. The lights would go dark and the spotlight would come on and sometimes I'd be skating along with my boyfriend at the time, or maybe I would be gaging at the thought and running up the stairs to join my friends in the snack shop area.
Speaking of stairs. Whomever decided that a two-story building was appropriate for a skating rink is nuts. But I could run up and down those stairs in my skates without even thinking about it. Not to mention the bathroom was downstairs too!
Those were the good ole days. Spending a few hours each month with many of my classmates. Singing, laughing, playing, skating, and sometimes even crying, but I really remember the kissing! Oh to be young and in love! Those days don't last forever, but they helped us grow into what we are today.
Its good to reminisce sometimes. I know I enjoyed it. :)
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My latest obsession, Roller Derby. It started with a poster in a co-workers cubical, led to a bout by the Flint City Derby Girls, and eventually to a Detroit Derby Girls bout, to now where I have laced up skates once again just to see if I could even skate any more.
On Wednesday, I headed up to Gemini Skate & Sport, which is formerly known as the Rochester Skate Rink. From 3-5 PM, Monday-Friday, open skate is just $3. I have to admit I had to wonder if they still had those old brown and orange skates from when I was going there back in middle school, to my surprise, they did.
Skating around the old building, despite its renovations over the years, brought back a lot of memories. It made me think about all those nights that they would host parties for Avondale kids, and about how we'd all head up there to skate and hang out with our friends.
I remember my mom driving Mike, Rhonda, Jamie, Crystal and myself up to that old building in our minivan. Specifically one night after I had bought a bottle of cologne for Mike for Christmas and he used so much my mom had to crack a window.
I remember standing in line at the front doors with all the other kids from school. Holding the five or ten dollars our parents had given us for the night in our sweaty nervous hands. Its kinda gross but I can still smell all that sweaty money. Why were we nervous? I know there were a few times my teenage mind was racing with the thought of skating with that boy I had my eye on, or if that girl friend I had a fight with earlier was going to be there.
Once we'd paid our admission, I can visualise walking through those doors into that loud, dark rink. Orange/brown carpeting covering what seemed to be every surface of the building. Walking to the back of the rink to get our skate rentals, and lacing up those brown and orange skates. One of us would front the change for a locker and we'd cram all of our coats inside and make someone in charge of the key. Once that was all set there was no stopping us.
The music was always loud, playing the current top songs from the radio and not to mention a few oldies but goodies. Certain songs stick out in my mind: "Girls" and "Brass Monkey" by the Beastie Boys, "December 1963" by the Four Seasons, and "Undone - The Sweater Song" by Weezer. Don't ask me why those songs in particular, but they always make me think of those nights when I hear them. The lights would flash and the reflections of the disco ball could be seen on the floor as we skated around and around.
Of course, another common sound was that of any love song by Brian Adams. The lights would go dark and the spotlight would come on and sometimes I'd be skating along with my boyfriend at the time, or maybe I would be gaging at the thought and running up the stairs to join my friends in the snack shop area.
Speaking of stairs. Whomever decided that a two-story building was appropriate for a skating rink is nuts. But I could run up and down those stairs in my skates without even thinking about it. Not to mention the bathroom was downstairs too!
Those were the good ole days. Spending a few hours each month with many of my classmates. Singing, laughing, playing, skating, and sometimes even crying, but I really remember the kissing! Oh to be young and in love! Those days don't last forever, but they helped us grow into what we are today.
Its good to reminisce sometimes. I know I enjoyed it. :)
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Wednesday, January 20, 2010
iCry = iChoose
It finally happened. While adding new albums to my iPod tonight, iTunes had to regretfully inform me that my iPod was full. It tried to work with me by suggesting to remove photos and videos to make room, then it even suggested choosing an array of songs that I might like. I had to decline both offers and do the task that I had been putting off for so long. Everyone knows that even on shuffle, you still can sit there skipping through songs until you finally find one you want to listen to. And if you are like me, you have such a variety of songs to begin with, that you have to be in the mood for certain things. So, I meticulously went song by song and had to judge its worth. Of all the White Stripes, which ones get the axe to make room for the Black Keys? And I am still listening to Matisyahu can I really slice up that album already? It was a long and daunting task, but it had to be done. So long songs, maybe I'll hear you play your sweet tunes on shuffle again some day...
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Resolutionist
As part of my goals for 2010, I want to get back to a healthier lifestyle. That means going to the gym more than just sporadically throughout the month. I'd like to make it a habit. I am doing better with packing lunches, the cold outside makes that easier. I am also cutting down on my soda drinking, I know that had to be a big chunk of my weight loss before. So today, I did hit the gym and did some good cardio for about 45 mins. I would have done some weights too, but I was really not feeling it today. I know lame excuse right? I am trying to get back into the swing of things! Last year I had said I wanted to bike Paint Creek Trail, and I never did it. Its not going to be an official goal for this year, but I would like to get out on my bike more this year. And for Diesle's sake I should probably take him for walks as often as possible! Let's see how these ideas hold up...
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Monday, January 4, 2010
Scaredy Cat
So in an effort to start writing more...
This past weekend, Mikey, the dog and I headed up to Camp Grief to celebrate the new year. New Years Eve day, Mikey and Diesel went out for a walk, but as Mikey got part of the way down the first trail, he heard deer run into the woods. He didn't want Diesel to chase after them, so he brought him back to the cabin. A little while later as I looked out the kitchen window, I could see Mikey walking back up the trail to our cabin. Knowing how badly Diesel wanted to be outside, I opened the door, "go get Daddy" I told him excitedly. Of course Diesel didn't know that Mikey was on his way back, so he just stood around taking in the sweet smells of the north. Mikey sees him and decides it would be a fun time to test out his winter camouflage. Mikey crouched down and hid behind his white sheet, whistled and called the dog. Diesel, hearing the echo off the trees, ran behind the cabin. No, no silly dog! The other way! Mikey crept further, and called again, Diesel came running back to the cabin, but still couldn't find Mikey any where. Mikey came even closer, and still Diesel would look right at him without any kind of recognition. Mikey came within 30 feet of him and still nothing! So Mikey calls him again and this time Diesel senses something, and starts walking towards the noise. Just as Diesel gets close, Mikey jumps up and yells "Blah!" The dogs ears went down, tail between his legs and darted in the other direction. What a little scaredy cat! Diesel did realize it was Mikey and come running back, but oh what a site to see!
This past weekend, Mikey, the dog and I headed up to Camp Grief to celebrate the new year. New Years Eve day, Mikey and Diesel went out for a walk, but as Mikey got part of the way down the first trail, he heard deer run into the woods. He didn't want Diesel to chase after them, so he brought him back to the cabin. A little while later as I looked out the kitchen window, I could see Mikey walking back up the trail to our cabin. Knowing how badly Diesel wanted to be outside, I opened the door, "go get Daddy" I told him excitedly. Of course Diesel didn't know that Mikey was on his way back, so he just stood around taking in the sweet smells of the north. Mikey sees him and decides it would be a fun time to test out his winter camouflage. Mikey crouched down and hid behind his white sheet, whistled and called the dog. Diesel, hearing the echo off the trees, ran behind the cabin. No, no silly dog! The other way! Mikey crept further, and called again, Diesel came running back to the cabin, but still couldn't find Mikey any where. Mikey came even closer, and still Diesel would look right at him without any kind of recognition. Mikey came within 30 feet of him and still nothing! So Mikey calls him again and this time Diesel senses something, and starts walking towards the noise. Just as Diesel gets close, Mikey jumps up and yells "Blah!" The dogs ears went down, tail between his legs and darted in the other direction. What a little scaredy cat! Diesel did realize it was Mikey and come running back, but oh what a site to see!
A New Year!
Even though I had a pretty good year compared to many others, there were still a lot of ups and downs that I would like to avoid this year. There are also many things that I would like to accomplish now that I have some new freedoms. By freedoms, I mean the open schedule not held down by taking college courses, and financial freedom from not having to pay on an expensive mortgage (or on that tuition!).
Yes, in the year 2009 I managed to complete a few of life's goals. I finished my Bachelors degree, and moved-in with my boyfriend of 13 years. I also did a lot of soul searching, that has made me realize that I need to chill out and relax more.
2009 started off in a really odd way, I started using Facebook and transitioned away from MySpace and started rediscovering a lot of old friends, but also started to notice a trend. Many of the friends I hadn't seen in quite a few years were ending their long-term relationships. Even friends that I thought were in happy marriages, were breaking up and divorcing left and right. It really made me wonder what was going on. This really messed with my head.
At one point I even sent an (unanswered) letter to 'Dear Abby' asking her if she thought my generation was doomed with failed relationships. Almost everyone I knew had parents that were divorced and I was starting to think that my generation was doomed to the same because divorce had become such a common outcome. And I am not going to lie, it made me look at my own relationship with Mikey in a different way.
Thankfully to Mikey's saving grace, he bought us a new house. And even though I was worried about what kind of housewife I would be, after moving in things just began to click together.
I also had a dose of reality when I realized that just because someone says they'll be your friend for life, doesn't mean it will really happen. Some people are just never going to be happy. I tried to help a friend that was down-on-his-luck or so I thought, and in the end he decided he no longer wanted to be my friend. It was then that I was thankful to have all of the friends and family that I do have and I couldn't waste my time and energy on his problems anymore anyhow.
My friends and family have shared with me their lives and for that I am so thankful. The lessons that I learn, the shoulders to cry on the, the moments to laugh about are so very important to me. And so to them I am forever grateful.
Yes, in the year 2009 I managed to complete a few of life's goals. I finished my Bachelors degree, and moved-in with my boyfriend of 13 years. I also did a lot of soul searching, that has made me realize that I need to chill out and relax more.
2009 started off in a really odd way, I started using Facebook and transitioned away from MySpace and started rediscovering a lot of old friends, but also started to notice a trend. Many of the friends I hadn't seen in quite a few years were ending their long-term relationships. Even friends that I thought were in happy marriages, were breaking up and divorcing left and right. It really made me wonder what was going on. This really messed with my head.
At one point I even sent an (unanswered) letter to 'Dear Abby' asking her if she thought my generation was doomed with failed relationships. Almost everyone I knew had parents that were divorced and I was starting to think that my generation was doomed to the same because divorce had become such a common outcome. And I am not going to lie, it made me look at my own relationship with Mikey in a different way.
Thankfully to Mikey's saving grace, he bought us a new house. And even though I was worried about what kind of housewife I would be, after moving in things just began to click together.
I also had a dose of reality when I realized that just because someone says they'll be your friend for life, doesn't mean it will really happen. Some people are just never going to be happy. I tried to help a friend that was down-on-his-luck or so I thought, and in the end he decided he no longer wanted to be my friend. It was then that I was thankful to have all of the friends and family that I do have and I couldn't waste my time and energy on his problems anymore anyhow.
My friends and family have shared with me their lives and for that I am so thankful. The lessons that I learn, the shoulders to cry on the, the moments to laugh about are so very important to me. And so to them I am forever grateful.
Without further ado, here is my "resolutions" for 2010:
- Continue sharing in the joys of life with Mikey
- Spend as much time with my friends as I possibly can
- Spend more time with my sisters
- Spend less time talking about traveling, and more time doing so
- Remember to take pictures of all the good times
- Spend a little less time on Facebook
- Write on my blog more often, some of life stories need to be preserved!
- Continue to tie hemp thingers, make buttons and other crafty things to challenge my creative side
- Ride a roller coaster, sky-dive, take a hot air balloon or just be more adventurous!
- Continue to learn new things; including visit new places, see new things and just observe life
- Eat healthier, exercise more and find a peaceful weight
- Sleep in with my boys whenever I can, wake with the dawn to get up and out, be happy with the times I can just be alone, and spend time with new friends!
I know that last one is a bit of an impossibility all at once, but my overall goal for 2010 is to just be happy.
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