So I know you are wondering how this morning's interview went.
It didn't.
You see, I find that if you wake up throughout the night finding it painful to breathe, going on an interview the following morning is not such a good idea.
My husband suggested that my back was out of place and causing pressure on my lungs, making breathing painful. So off to the chiropractor I went. He agreed that this could be the cause, made some adjustments, then informed me that it would take a day or two for the adjustment to have the desired affect, that being no more pain.
So I am spending my day being acutely aware of every single breath I take. When each one hurts, you pay attention.
I'm off to take pain killers and lie down.
Currently listening to: Aside from the sound of my own breathing? All This Time by Sting
Current Mood: IN SO MUCH PAIN. Whatever you do, don't make me laugh. Or sneeze. Or hiccup. Or move.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Monday, September 12, 2005
I'm OK With That
The latest in what is going on:
Last week I found my lost passport (yay!) and sent it off with the appropriate paper work for a name change (my passport still had my maiden name on it). I will be booking our flight to Nicaragua sometime this week. This also means that I need to find a doctor (haven't found one here in FL yet) so I can get some immunizations and such before I head down there.
Last week also brought with it the rebirth of actually using that gym membership I pay for. Suprisingly, I didn't die when face to face with the elliptical as I suspected I would. I haven't been sleeping very well lately, so I figure getting back to excercising regularly may help with that.
Ants have found their way into my apartment, so my project for today (among other things) has been getting rid of them. I purchased a cinnamon broom that I plan on breaking into pieces and dispersing throughout the place, as I have read that ants despise cinnamon. I love cinnamon, so that seems like a good idea. In addition, I have just finished pouring some sort of ant-death-powder all over the carpets and will be vacuuming it up shortly. Note to self: Next time wear socks. My feet are starting to itch from walking over where I powdered.
Tommorrow, I have an interview. ("But Amber, we all thought you enjoyed your unemployed status...sitting at home watching reruns of 24 and ER and eating Bon-bons....") It's for a freelance writing job, which would mean I could continue my non-scheduled lifestyle AND get paid. So I figure I will give it a shot. My chances are slim, considering my lack of paid experience in the field o' writing, but hey, chances were slim I would get an interview, so we shall see what happens.
10 more days until my dining room table arrives - which means I can finally have friends and family over to eat. I am very excited, since it has been quite some time since I have been able to have a proper dinner party. Time to dust off those Gourmet magazines.
Speaking of cooking and all things domestic, my sister and I were helping some friends move into their new house this weekend. The previous owners had been smokers, so she and I went about cleaning fixtures, windows, screens, and the kitchen. One of the guys who was helping with the heavy stuff stopped and said, "Who woulda thought you girls were so domestic?" We love the guy who said it, so we took no offense. I just thought it was an interesting comment. My sister and I both have a very independent way about us and stayed single longer than a lot of our friends (which is amazing, considering we got married at the young age of 23), so I am assuming that those qualities are what give the impression that we lack the ability to be domestic. Who knew taking care of yourself meant not being well equipped to take care of others.
Anyhoo...I need to vaccuum up the death powder in here before I suffocate. Perhaps I will post later about my observations of how people dress in Florida v. Washington, and who makes the more egregious choices.
So there is my post. I never promised excitement.
Currently listening to: Letter Read by Rachel Yamagata
Current Mood: Good. Except for the suffocating...
Last week I found my lost passport (yay!) and sent it off with the appropriate paper work for a name change (my passport still had my maiden name on it). I will be booking our flight to Nicaragua sometime this week. This also means that I need to find a doctor (haven't found one here in FL yet) so I can get some immunizations and such before I head down there.
Last week also brought with it the rebirth of actually using that gym membership I pay for. Suprisingly, I didn't die when face to face with the elliptical as I suspected I would. I haven't been sleeping very well lately, so I figure getting back to excercising regularly may help with that.
Ants have found their way into my apartment, so my project for today (among other things) has been getting rid of them. I purchased a cinnamon broom that I plan on breaking into pieces and dispersing throughout the place, as I have read that ants despise cinnamon. I love cinnamon, so that seems like a good idea. In addition, I have just finished pouring some sort of ant-death-powder all over the carpets and will be vacuuming it up shortly. Note to self: Next time wear socks. My feet are starting to itch from walking over where I powdered.
Tommorrow, I have an interview. ("But Amber, we all thought you enjoyed your unemployed status...sitting at home watching reruns of 24 and ER and eating Bon-bons....") It's for a freelance writing job, which would mean I could continue my non-scheduled lifestyle AND get paid. So I figure I will give it a shot. My chances are slim, considering my lack of paid experience in the field o' writing, but hey, chances were slim I would get an interview, so we shall see what happens.
10 more days until my dining room table arrives - which means I can finally have friends and family over to eat. I am very excited, since it has been quite some time since I have been able to have a proper dinner party. Time to dust off those Gourmet magazines.
Speaking of cooking and all things domestic, my sister and I were helping some friends move into their new house this weekend. The previous owners had been smokers, so she and I went about cleaning fixtures, windows, screens, and the kitchen. One of the guys who was helping with the heavy stuff stopped and said, "Who woulda thought you girls were so domestic?" We love the guy who said it, so we took no offense. I just thought it was an interesting comment. My sister and I both have a very independent way about us and stayed single longer than a lot of our friends (which is amazing, considering we got married at the young age of 23), so I am assuming that those qualities are what give the impression that we lack the ability to be domestic. Who knew taking care of yourself meant not being well equipped to take care of others.
Anyhoo...I need to vaccuum up the death powder in here before I suffocate. Perhaps I will post later about my observations of how people dress in Florida v. Washington, and who makes the more egregious choices.
So there is my post. I never promised excitement.
Currently listening to: Letter Read by Rachel Yamagata
Current Mood: Good. Except for the suffocating...
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
In Memoriam
A dear friend passed away early this morning after battling with cancer. He was an exceptional person, a good and faithful man, and he will be missed by many.
So Much To Say...
Hey everyone.
I have sat in front of my computer several times in this past week or so, thinking about what to say on the blog. A lot has gone on, so it seems that there would be a lot to talk about. But everytime I thought to sit down and talk about what was going on in my own life, it seemed so trivial when compared to what is going on in the Guf Coast.
I can't watch much media coverage anymore - maybe that's selfish, shielding myself from reality because it is depressing. Watching the interview with Aaron Broussard on Meet The Press or Kanye West going off script about how the media distorts what is going on in New Orleans, its all so heartbreaking.
We have felt the effects here with high gas prices and efforts to conserve energy. (Our local grovery store keeps some of the lights off in an effort to conserve). But none of that seems to matter much.
We are waiting to hear more about the efforts to rebuild that will be organized, and will be seeing if we can donate some of our time to go help.
It seems sad how so many have turned it into social commentary or a debate over politics. I have nothing particularly poignant or thought provoking to say about what has taken place. It just seems to emphasize to me more where we are in the stream of time, and how we need to really focus on the important things in life.
I have sat in front of my computer several times in this past week or so, thinking about what to say on the blog. A lot has gone on, so it seems that there would be a lot to talk about. But everytime I thought to sit down and talk about what was going on in my own life, it seemed so trivial when compared to what is going on in the Guf Coast.
I can't watch much media coverage anymore - maybe that's selfish, shielding myself from reality because it is depressing. Watching the interview with Aaron Broussard on Meet The Press or Kanye West going off script about how the media distorts what is going on in New Orleans, its all so heartbreaking.
We have felt the effects here with high gas prices and efforts to conserve energy. (Our local grovery store keeps some of the lights off in an effort to conserve). But none of that seems to matter much.
We are waiting to hear more about the efforts to rebuild that will be organized, and will be seeing if we can donate some of our time to go help.
It seems sad how so many have turned it into social commentary or a debate over politics. I have nothing particularly poignant or thought provoking to say about what has taken place. It just seems to emphasize to me more where we are in the stream of time, and how we need to really focus on the important things in life.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
If My Blog Were a Child...
...social services would have been called. Sorry I have been neglecting the blog as of late.
I purchased a cd the other night while wasting some time at Borders. Borders has been a hang out of sorts for me since my teenage years. It has a calming effect on me. Fight with my parents? I headed to Borders. Boy trouble? You'd find me sipping a latte', writing in a journal and contemplating why I hated men. Bored? Yup. Same place. When I was living in Seattle, I did this a bit less, since there are so many other book stores to choose from, and there seemed to be something wrong with going to the big chain book store rather than the small independently owned ones. (Think Fox Books v. The Shop Around the Corner in "You've Got Mail")
But here I am, back in Florida, where the chain store rules. And being that I live 2 minutes away from a Borders, I have returned to my old ways.
As I browsed the music section for the second time, I picked up Alanis Morrisette's "new" cd. She re-released "Jagged Little Pill", a cd she first released 10 years ago. This time, the whole thing has been redone acoustically. I was a big fan of this cd 10 years ago. I have fond memories of driving to the Physics Olympics listening to this one. I was 16 when it came out, so listening to these songs remind me of the many things going on in my teenage life. It reminds me of skipping Spanish class. It reminds me of a guy on the golf team who complained about my lack of interest in him while he was drunk at a party, then later yelled at me because one of my friends upset one of "his golfers" the day of a match (Is that what they call it in golf?). It reminds me of wishing I was older and done with the nonsense of high school.
Since the cd has been redone acoustically, it has a slightly different sound. It is more mature and, to me, more powerful. I miss the old one, but I also love the new one. Which reminds me that I too am more mature, and that on some days, I miss the nonsense of being a teenager, but at the same time I am pleased with what 10 years has done to me as a person.
It also makes me think that perhaps I analyze things too much, and that my brain needs to go on vacation one of these days :).
In other news, we are currently planning a trip to see our friends in Nicaragua in November, so I am working on my Spanish. I have three months to accomplish quite a bit, so don't be surprised if I bust out with a little Espanol on the blog.
Quote of the Day: "POO!" ~exclaimed by a friend who is going with us on the Nicaragua trip - this was his way of expressing excitement
Clip of the Day: This one is a tie between two singers on the Rock Star:INXS reality show. (Yes, I started watching it....stop judging!) Check our Marty and MiG's performances. http://rockstar.msn.com/video/performance/wk06
Currently Listening to: The Ballad of Booth from Assasins (Broadway Play) sung by Victor Garber (he is the man, ya'll)
Current Mood: Excited about planning our trip!
I purchased a cd the other night while wasting some time at Borders. Borders has been a hang out of sorts for me since my teenage years. It has a calming effect on me. Fight with my parents? I headed to Borders. Boy trouble? You'd find me sipping a latte', writing in a journal and contemplating why I hated men. Bored? Yup. Same place. When I was living in Seattle, I did this a bit less, since there are so many other book stores to choose from, and there seemed to be something wrong with going to the big chain book store rather than the small independently owned ones. (Think Fox Books v. The Shop Around the Corner in "You've Got Mail")
But here I am, back in Florida, where the chain store rules. And being that I live 2 minutes away from a Borders, I have returned to my old ways.
As I browsed the music section for the second time, I picked up Alanis Morrisette's "new" cd. She re-released "Jagged Little Pill", a cd she first released 10 years ago. This time, the whole thing has been redone acoustically. I was a big fan of this cd 10 years ago. I have fond memories of driving to the Physics Olympics listening to this one. I was 16 when it came out, so listening to these songs remind me of the many things going on in my teenage life. It reminds me of skipping Spanish class. It reminds me of a guy on the golf team who complained about my lack of interest in him while he was drunk at a party, then later yelled at me because one of my friends upset one of "his golfers" the day of a match (Is that what they call it in golf?). It reminds me of wishing I was older and done with the nonsense of high school.
Since the cd has been redone acoustically, it has a slightly different sound. It is more mature and, to me, more powerful. I miss the old one, but I also love the new one. Which reminds me that I too am more mature, and that on some days, I miss the nonsense of being a teenager, but at the same time I am pleased with what 10 years has done to me as a person.
It also makes me think that perhaps I analyze things too much, and that my brain needs to go on vacation one of these days :).
In other news, we are currently planning a trip to see our friends in Nicaragua in November, so I am working on my Spanish. I have three months to accomplish quite a bit, so don't be surprised if I bust out with a little Espanol on the blog.
Quote of the Day: "POO!" ~exclaimed by a friend who is going with us on the Nicaragua trip - this was his way of expressing excitement
Clip of the Day: This one is a tie between two singers on the Rock Star:INXS reality show. (Yes, I started watching it....stop judging!) Check our Marty and MiG's performances. http://rockstar.msn.com/video/performance/wk06
Currently Listening to: The Ballad of Booth from Assasins (Broadway Play) sung by Victor Garber (he is the man, ya'll)
Current Mood: Excited about planning our trip!
Friday, August 05, 2005
Hot and Cold
So I think that I may have come down with something. I have been coughing all morning, headachey, and my neck feels really stiff. As of this moment, the day's activities have consisted of video games, laying on the couch, watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off (and reviving my long time crush on Matthew Broderick), more laying on the couch, and then passing by the mirror to see how fantastic I look in sweatpants and fuzzy pink robe.
Fantastic? While feeling miserable? Yes. That would be thanks to my new haircut. I tried my sister's stylist this week, after failing at finding someone closer to where I live. I have to say, the man is well worth the drive. After all, the test of a truly great haircut is what it looks like when it dries naturally while you are lying down. Usually, scary things happen to even the best of hair when subjected to this level of testing. However, I can assure you that if I were to change into something more suitable than the pink fuzzy robe and some lipgloss I would be ready for a night on the town.
This is the hair that epic tales are made of.
Well, maybe not quite epics. But it was definitely deserving of a blog.
(Sidethought: In this age of technology, where we have developed all sorts of new vocabulary (i.e. blogging, im-ing, etc...) I began to worry that someone might read the word "epic" and think I meant e-pic, like a picture you send via the internet. You laugh, but try reading most adolescents blogs. Completely new set of vocabulary I tell you. And now I sound old.)
Listening to: Narcolepsy by Ben Folds
Current Mood: Sickened by the slow demise of the English language. Or it could be the flu. You pick.
Fantastic? While feeling miserable? Yes. That would be thanks to my new haircut. I tried my sister's stylist this week, after failing at finding someone closer to where I live. I have to say, the man is well worth the drive. After all, the test of a truly great haircut is what it looks like when it dries naturally while you are lying down. Usually, scary things happen to even the best of hair when subjected to this level of testing. However, I can assure you that if I were to change into something more suitable than the pink fuzzy robe and some lipgloss I would be ready for a night on the town.
This is the hair that epic tales are made of.
Well, maybe not quite epics. But it was definitely deserving of a blog.
(Sidethought: In this age of technology, where we have developed all sorts of new vocabulary (i.e. blogging, im-ing, etc...) I began to worry that someone might read the word "epic" and think I meant e-pic, like a picture you send via the internet. You laugh, but try reading most adolescents blogs. Completely new set of vocabulary I tell you. And now I sound old.)
Listening to: Narcolepsy by Ben Folds
Current Mood: Sickened by the slow demise of the English language. Or it could be the flu. You pick.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Everything in Balance
I haven't written in a while, so I was trying to come up with something to write about, to be sure that you all know I am not dead.
Nothing to exciting has been going on here...working out (yes, fairly regularly again), shopping, playing video games...that's about it.
So instead of writing about what is going on, I thought I would take a moment out to send some positive thoughts out there by talking about some of the things I am really grateful for having.
- A family that I not only love, but also like. I love spending time with my brothers and sisters. They are the funniest people I know, and I never have to worry about who I am around them. My mom calls me to go shopping with her. Even though it may take her an hour to pick out a set of silverware, we have fun doing it. My mother is probably largely responsible for my high cell phone bill. My dad calls me if we haven't talked in a few days, just to see how I am. We spent 8 hours in the car together in one weekend and weren't sick of each other by the end of it. My father saying he is proud of me is all it takes to make me cry.
- Wonderful friends. I have a network of friends that time and distance have no effect on. We can always pick up right where we left off, no matter how long its been since we last spoke. My friends are great listeners and never judge. They always seem to know what needs to be said, and how it needs to be said for me to actually hear it. My friends are also truly good people. In a world that is sorely lacking in that area, I am very fortunate to know so many.
- My spiritual heritage. I am glad that my parents brought me up with a desire to know about God and the bible, and discover my faith for myself. In a society where religion is frowned upon by many, often time with good reason, I am glad that I have such a strong backing in and understanding of my own faith. It gives me hope and has helped and continues to help me to lead a good life.
At this point I was thinking of writing about the things I am not thankful for (like crappy radio DJs for example), but I decided instead just to be positive for today.
That, and one of the cats keeps putting herself between me and the keyboard.
Listening to: My Last Breath by Evanescence
Current Mood: mellow
Nothing to exciting has been going on here...working out (yes, fairly regularly again), shopping, playing video games...that's about it.
So instead of writing about what is going on, I thought I would take a moment out to send some positive thoughts out there by talking about some of the things I am really grateful for having.
- A family that I not only love, but also like. I love spending time with my brothers and sisters. They are the funniest people I know, and I never have to worry about who I am around them. My mom calls me to go shopping with her. Even though it may take her an hour to pick out a set of silverware, we have fun doing it. My mother is probably largely responsible for my high cell phone bill. My dad calls me if we haven't talked in a few days, just to see how I am. We spent 8 hours in the car together in one weekend and weren't sick of each other by the end of it. My father saying he is proud of me is all it takes to make me cry.
- Wonderful friends. I have a network of friends that time and distance have no effect on. We can always pick up right where we left off, no matter how long its been since we last spoke. My friends are great listeners and never judge. They always seem to know what needs to be said, and how it needs to be said for me to actually hear it. My friends are also truly good people. In a world that is sorely lacking in that area, I am very fortunate to know so many.
- My spiritual heritage. I am glad that my parents brought me up with a desire to know about God and the bible, and discover my faith for myself. In a society where religion is frowned upon by many, often time with good reason, I am glad that I have such a strong backing in and understanding of my own faith. It gives me hope and has helped and continues to help me to lead a good life.
At this point I was thinking of writing about the things I am not thankful for (like crappy radio DJs for example), but I decided instead just to be positive for today.
That, and one of the cats keeps putting herself between me and the keyboard.
Listening to: My Last Breath by Evanescence
Current Mood: mellow
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