Wednesday, November 30, 2005


I'd kill for a Pepsi right now.

No money for me in today's mail either. Might get paycheck tomorrow, as I was told by the branch manager at work that the checks were mailed out late.

Transportation check is still AWOL. Hopefully, that will show up this week some time, too.

It better...I need a new battery!

More airchecks to be mailed tomorrow too... I'll get a job yet.


Asking questions is always a good thing. Look forward to answering a few for you... ask me a few of your own, too. Please?


BC Clark is running their holiday commercials again. I'll be sick of it by this time next week, guaranteed.

And Eskimo Joe's version of the "Twelve Days of Christmas" has started, too. I'll take two "Eddie scowls" please.


And that's all from where I sit.


I hate being this broke!

I was supposed to get a paycheck yesterday. I was expecting my last transportation check yesterday, too. Neither one of them arrived, and I need to put a new battery in the van and send out more airchecks!

I'm getting more responses from my ad on I've pretty much decided that I can't send my aircheck via email. I don't know if it's too large of a file, or if the fact that it's saved on my computer as a RealPlayer file, or what... that's keeping it from being sent. I think I"m going to try it from the computers at the library and see how that goes.

I think I may have lost one station's interest because I can't sent my aircheck via email.

I need a new computer, and I can't afford one.

Being without cash in a cash driven society is bringing me down. I won't be there long, though... I know there's a radio job out there somewhere for me. I just gotta keep looking, keep knocking on doors, keep sending out aircheck packages...

I spent too much money on the training to give up on it now. This is what I want to do with my life... giving up is NOT an option!

So there!

And that's all from where I sit.


Monday, November 28, 2005

I don't believe he's asking me this!

Saon IM'd me this evening while I was trying to rewrite (for the 3rd time!) my four minutes of news that the guy in Missouri wants from me. Things are going okay in the conversation, then Saon drops this bomb on me:

Saon: stef?
Saon: if i come to okc would you wanna try to do us again?

Me: are you seriously considering it?
Saon: yes
Me: i'm kind of afraid to, to be perfectly honest. I swore I'd never put myself in a situation where I could get hurt again
Saon: so if i come out there to stay you wouldnt want to hook back up?
Me: i'm not saying that.
Saon: ok then what are you saying?
Me: what i'm saying is that i don't want to be hurt again...
Saon: and i am not trying to hurt you am i?
Saon: i was just asking a question
Me: you have hurt me in the past. then there's always the nagging in the back of my mind that if it doesn't work out, you'll go back to michele as you have several times before.
Saon : if i leave again i am not goin back
Me: and you have said that before, too...that if you leave you're not going back.
Saon: well u decide
Me: i want to see where the job search leads me before i say yes or no

First of all, I'm not considering "hooking back up" with him. The only reason he's asking this is because things aren't going well with Michele, and/or he's lonely.

I don't want him coming to Oklahoma even if I do get a job here. It's taken me 2 years to get past all the awful things his selfishness and mean spiritedness did to me. I'm a different person now than I was in 2003, when I last saw him.

I still care a great deal for him, but I just can't do it. I can't, and I won't, put myself through that again. It would be a major step backward for me. My life now is all about looking forward to the future, not wallowing in the past that I cannot change. I don't need a man that badly that I would willingly set myself up for that kind of treatment.

How do I explain that to him without hurting his feelings or having him hate me? I do know this... I won't explain it to him in an IM or on the phone. I have to do it in person. I have to make sure he understands why I feel this way, and how I came to this decision. If it hurts him, I'm sorry. He had a good thing in me, and he ruined it. Maybe he's realizing that now, and wants to make a sincere effort. But, I'm afraid it's a bit too late for that. Two years too late.

And that's all from where I sit.


Sunday, November 27, 2005

Sty redux

Here we go again.

I woke up with another sty this morning. It's in the same eye that the last one I had a couple of months ago, but this one is much more noticeable. It looks like a huge pimple near the corner of my eye.

And it hurts like hell! It's actually giving me a headache and making me feel worse than I already do with this cold I seemed to have come down with thanks to yesterday's trip to Norman to work the Bedlam game.

However, I have a four minute news cast to write , so I have to be up now. I'll record it at school tomorrow, then send it off to that guy in Missouri.

And that's all from where I sit.


Friday, November 25, 2005

Have I already done one of these?

Birthday:February 9th
Birthplace:San Francisco
Current Location:Edmond, OK
Eye Color:Brown
Hair Color:Reddish Brown
Height:5' 6"
Right Handed or Left Handed:right handed
Your Heritage:Italian American
The Shoes You Wore Today:sneakers
Your Weakness:i'm too nice for my own good
Your Fears:that I'm not worthy of being loved by someone who loves me for me
Your Perfect Pizza:veggie lovers, heavy on the olives and mushrooms
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:find a job in radio
Your Best Physical Feature:eyes
Your Bedtime:late
Your Most Missed Memory:my childrens early years
Pepsi or Coke:Pepsi!
MacDonalds or Burger King:neither
Single or Group Dates:single dates
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:doesn't matter
Chocolate or Vanilla:both
Cappuccino or Coffee:both
Do you Smoke:absolutely not!
Do you Swear:occasionally
Do you Sing:yes
Do you Shower Daily:no (every other day)
Have you Been in Love:yes
Do you want to go to College:yes, again
Do you want to get Married:been there, done that. Won't rule it out, though
Do you belive in yourself:most of the time
Do you get Motion Sickness:no
Do you think you are Attractive:yes
Are you a Health Freak:not really. I'm in pretty good health without a lot of fuss
Do you get along with your Parents:yes (Dad's deceased)
Do you like Thunderstorms:yes
Do you play an Instrument:yes
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:no
In the past month have you Smoked:no
In the past month have you been on Drugs:no!
In the past month have you gone on a Date:what's a date?
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:yes
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:no... Oreos get me in trouble
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:ewww, no!
In the past month have you been on Stage:no
In the past month have you been Dumped:no
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:no
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:no
Ever been Drunk:no
Ever been called a Tease:tempting, yes...a tease? I don't believe so
Ever been Beaten up:not since 5th grade
Ever Shoplifted:maybe?
How do you want to Die:of natural causes at a ripe old age
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:I'm grown up now... and I want to continue being me, thanks
What country would you most like to Visit:all of them?
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:brown, blue, green, hazel
Favourite Hair Color:doesn't matter
Short or Long Hair:short
Height:5'9" - 6'4"
Weight:doesn't matter
Number of CDs I own:a lot of them
Number of Piercings:two in each ear
Number of Tattoos:none
Number of things in my Past I Regret:life is too short for regrets


Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Daniel's home and other tales...

They finally let Daniel come home this evening, seeing that he's no longer throwing up stuff and has something resembling an appetite. His pain is nearly gone, and he has to take like four different kinds of pills...but none of that matters now because HE'S HOME!!


He's now all worried about his job, his car payment, and how in the hell is he going to pay the undoubtedly high bill for a five day stay. Dean told him to just rest, and that will get discussed in due time.


I got three emails from people I'd sent air checks to, and one wants an additional news cast from me. It's a new all news station in Missouri, and I guess the man who is my contact wants to know if "Stefanie St. Clair" can really do news.

She can... but she realizes she has to prove herself.

One was from a rock station in Norfolk, VA, that I listened to religiously the entire 11 years I lived there (Johanna and's FM99!). The program director said he didn't have any full time openings, but can always use part time on air folks and board ops. I wrote back and told him I can do that, and that I was familiar with his station and the area, so it wouldn't take me long to get reacclimated.

I wonder...if they offer me a job and I accepted it, seeing that any position I get there is part time, would my old job of 9 years (1990 to 99) re hire me?


I got a Hornets update from Vincent, who was in his truck trying to leave Bricktown when he called me. Hornets over the Minnesota Timberwolves 84-80.

Have a safe drive up to Enid tomorrow, Vincent!


I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving Day. I have so much to be thankful for...

And that's all from where I sit.


Monday, November 21, 2005

Daniel may come home Wednesday

He's doing much better, though he has moments of pain. Still has no appetite to speak of. Just before I left the hospital tonight, he threw up.

A bit of drama when I first got there... Daniel was headed for a cat scan because he was still in pain and the doctor suspected another abcess. The cat scan didn't show anything unusual, no abcess or any other surprises.

I think Daniel's had quite enough of being sick and of being in the hospital. He's quite ready to come home.

Before I went to the hospital, I went over to school to sign some paperwork for my last transportation check. I also talked to Larry some while I was there and told him that Daniel was in the hospital. I talked to a few other people, too.

I'm going to help out with the Del City basketball broadcasts, so I will be there tomorrow evening for that. The experience will be good for me.

And that's all from where I sit.


"Sometimes, a man just needs his mama"

I called Daniel this morning and he had had a rough night. He couldn't keep anything down, and was getting anti-nausea medication. He still sounded really weak, and told me that he asked Dean to bring me by the hospital.

Dean came by around three and he took me, Mom, and Jeff over to his house, where Jeff was going to watch the kids while Tori, Dean, Mom, and I went to the hospital.

I've never seen Daniel look so happy to see anyone. He told me that he was glad I was there, because "Sometimes, a man just needs his mama." Daniel hasn't called me "Mama" since he was about 8 years old, so this meant a lot to me. Mom, Tori and Dean stayed about an hour or so, and I stayed til about 10pm because Daniel asked me to.

He wasn't really all that talkative, was still in a bit of pain, and mostly tired. Dean had bought Daniel some stuff to wear-- socks, underwear, lounging shorts, pajama bottoms emblazoned with the OU logo, and two tshirts; one said "Vote for Pedro", and the other said "Out of Service".

He slept off and on, and I did too. The chair I was sitting in wasn't very comfortable, and the hospital was freezing cold! Daniel was warm, so I guess it felt good to him, but I was cold.

Daniel was able to keep everything he ate and drank down the whole time I was there, so the anti-nausea meds were doing their job. He also had self-administered pain meds, which he only had to push a button to get (I think it was morphine). He's going to get weaned off of that tomorrow (Monday) and take pills instead.

We still don't know when Daniel will be released from the hospital, but I'm thinking it's Tuesday. I don't think they're planning to keep him there during Thanksgiving, but the doctors will say when it's time for him to go home.

Daniel asked me to come back tomorrow after I sign some papers at school, and I said I would. The hospital isn't that far from the school, so getting there won't be a problem unless the van won't cooperate or something.

And that's all from where I sit.


Saturday, November 19, 2005

Daniel's in the hospital...

He had to have an emergency appendectomy this evening. He'd not been feeling well for a couple of days, and he even worked today. He came over to the house after work and slept, but woke up and asked us to call Dean. Dean and Tori and the little kids came over and Dean checked him over and said he thought Daniel had appendicitis. Dean and I took Daniel to the hospital Dean works out of in Midwest City, and two doctors confirmed Daniel's problem. He had surgery and is doing better.

I'm so tired now, I can't think straight. I'll write more later.

UPDATE 1313 SAT NOV 19, 2005: Okay... I was exhausted when I wrote the above early this morning. This is how it went down, to the best of my recollection:

Daniel had been complaining about not feeling well as early as Wednesday. He thought he was constipated, but the pain kept getting progressively worse as days went on. Friday, he went to work at 6am, and by the time he left work, he was feeling pretty bad. He came over to the house and slept for a couple of hours, hoping the pain would subside enough so he could drive home. Instead, he asked us to call Dean.

Dean, Tori and the little kids (Amalia and Joey) came over. While we were waiting for them, Mom and I took Daniel's temperature and it was 102.9 degrees. His pulse was racing, and he kept asking for something to drink. He was in so much pain he could barely sit up without someone helping him.

Dean checked Daniel's side, and hit the spot where it hurt the most. Daniel yelped out in pain. Dean thought that it was most likely appendicitis, and that a trip to the hospital was in order. Tori and the kids stayed at the house while Dean and I took Daniel to the hospital.

Dean drove like a bat out of hell. I figured that if he got stopped, he'd just explain he was a doctor and was taking a patient to the hospital. But that didn't happen. So Dean kept running stop lights and soon we were at the hospital in Midwest City that Dean practices out of.

While Dean went inside to get some help, I gingerly got Daniel out of the van. He could barely stand up because of the pain, and leaned on me until the bed arrived, and he carefully climbed onto that with a lot of help.

The ER staff did a lot of tests and stuff and determined that Dean was right, that Daniel not only had appendicitis, but that his appendix had either burst or was perforated. Daniel signed forms and got explanations to what he was in for with the surgery. By this time, Daniel just wanted the offending organ out so the pain would go away.

The surgery took about an hour or so (I honestly don't know). Dean had gone back to Mom's house to take Tori and the kids home, and to return the key to Mom's van because I had taken it with me in the rush to get Daniel to the hospital. I hadn't yet had dinner (we were planning it when all this began), so Dean asked what I wanted and I told him to get me something at McDonald's.

When the surgery was over, the surgeon came in and explained how the surgery went and what was really wrong. Daniel had appendicitis, and the organ had burst, but there was a lot of bactieria and other stuff to clean out. Then the surgeon showed me pictures of Daniel's insides taken during the procedure. I saw that the swelling was touching the abdominal wall, the actual absess that he removed along with what was left of Daniel's appendix, and what the area looked like after the surgeon was done.

Those were pictures of my son I'd never thought I'd have to see. They were pretty gross. I'd make a lousy doctor.

I asked the surgeon when Daniel's appendix burst, and he told me early Friday morning. That would put it probably around the time Daniel got to work at the grocery store. And he'd worked an entire shift!

Daniel should be in the hospital about 3 to 5 days, depending on how well he heals. Then time at home to recover from the surgery. I called the grocery store where he works and told the store manager that Daniel was in the hosptial. Apparently, Dean had also called because the store manager knew Daniel was sick. Daniel is not in any danger of losing his job, I was told, and that he should do what needs to be done to get well and get back to work.

I called Daniel this morning, and he's feeling better and resting. I will probably go up there to see him this afternoon.

And I was worried about the battery in the van....

And that's all from where I sit.


Friday, November 18, 2005

This is a revolting developement

The battery in the van has died on me again! It will hold a charge all day, but the next day, or after it has sat for a long period of time, it will discharge. Then I have to have it jumped again.

I was going to go up to school to sign some paperwork for my last transportation check, but the damn thing won't start. I'll have to wait and see if Daniel comes over after work and have him take a look at it and see if he knows what's wrong with it. Someone I was talking to earlier seems to think it's a dead cell in the battery.

If I have to replace the battery, then I'll really need that transportation check!

I might not be able to get to work tomorrow. Or if I do get there, then I will have to be jumped so I can get home!

I'm not looking forward to the weekend...

That's all from where I sit.


Thursday, November 17, 2005

Running around, spending money, getting the battery jumped

fun stuff like that is what occupied my day.

Last night, after Vincent brought me back to where my car was parked (at school), my battery was dead. The trick was to jump the battery without making Vincent get out of his truck. With some help with a phone call home, I finally got the engine running and headed home.

This morning, I went to Wal Mart to get stuff for the Busybodies to use, and when I came out to go home, the car wouldn't start! This time, I called AAA. They told me that the person who would jump the battery would be there in 30 to 45 minutes. About 15 minutes later, the guy shows up, jumps the battery, and I'm on my merry way.

Most of the day, however, was spent on getting stuff so I can mail out more CDs and resumes. And the car starts every time.

The money I got's all gone! But, it went towards a good cause. Me getting a job!

Keep your fingers crossed for me...

And that's all from where I sit.


Bittersweet Symphony...

Yesterday was the day...

I am a graduate! Woo hoo!!!

I got to school (late, because I overslept) and Larry went over some paperwork in his office with me. He was checking off a list of things that had to be done in order for me to graduate. I had noticed when I came in that my picture was no longer on the board in the lobby. It was now in my file.

When I got handed my diploma and the introduction letter Larry wrote about me, I was suprised that I was holding it all together. Then Larry said I looked like I was going to cry. And guess what happened next? Larry handed me a napkin to dry my eyes and told me that it was always kinda sad when someone so cool leaves.

Me, cool? Larry's been telling me this all along, but it felt good that it wasn't lip service.

Of all the people I've met thru going to school, I think I will miss Larry the most. And as much as he's told me he's not, I think he's pretty cool, too.


After school, Vincent and I headed to the Ford Center to see the Hornets play Denver.

But that's another post all together...


And that's all from where I sit.


Tuesday, November 15, 2005


I will officially graduate from school sometime tomorrow.

Time for this little birdie to fly from the nest.


And that's all from where I sit.


Just for sh*ts and giggles

Got this from Andrea at MySpace:

1. Do you like chinese food?

2. How big is your bed?

3. Is your room clean?
it's an organized mess

4. Laptop or Desktop computer?
desktop. Want a laptop though

5. Favorite comedian?
Dana Carvey

6. Do you smoke?

7. Does anyone like you?
I think one person might.

8. Whats the sexiest thing about Condoleeza Rice?
Dr. Rice is NOT sexy, IMHO

9. Would you rather receive amazing oral sex or have amazing sex?
That's for me to know and for you to find out. Maybe

10. Sleep with or without clothes on?
with mostly.

11. Who sleeps with you every night?
no one :(

12. Do long distance relationships work?
In my personal

13. How many times have you been pulled over by the police?
not very often. I'm a good girl behind the wheel

14. Pancakes or French Toast?
french toast

15. Do you like coffee?
Yes...when it's cold outside

16. How do you like your eggs?

17. Do you believe in astrology?
a little

18. Last person you talked to on the phone?
One of my bosses to get this week's work assignments

19. Last person on your missed call list?
Vincent...last week

20. What was the last text message you received?
it was from my ex husband. He's the only one who texts me

21. Mcdonalds or Burger King?
Neither if I can avoid it

22. Number of pillows?

23. Last thing you ate?
cheese and scrambled egg burrito

24. Last thing you bought?

25. What are you hearing right now?
"Home Improvement"

26. Pick a lyric, any lyric or song?
"Stricken" by Disturbed

27. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB & J sandwich?

28. Can you play pool?
not really

29. Do you know how to swim?

30. Favorite ice cream?
Mint chocolate chip

31. Do you like maps?

32. Tell me a random fact:
I'm scared...

33. Ever play spin the bottle?

34. Ever attend a theme party?
Can't remember

35. Ever do a keg stand?

36. Craziest place you've slept after a night of drinking?
does not apply to me. I've never been that drunk.

37. What is your favorite season?

38. What is the first music video you ever saw?
I have no idea...

39. Pick a movie quote:
Not a tough guy in the world would look down there

40. Favorite quote:
I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not...

41. What is your favorite Thirsty Thursday hangout?
Don't have one

42. Best friend's name?
Jeff C. --I can talk to him about anything

43. How long have you known them?
4 years

44. Last time you laughed at something stupid?
last night

45. What time did you wake up this morning?

46. Wake up next to anyone?
I wish...

47. Best thing about winter?

48. Name a couple of favorite colors:
Blue and red

49. How Old are you?

50. What month is your birthday in?

51. Do you think pirates are cool or overrated?

52. Favorite Dave Matthews Band song (if you have one)?
I Did It

53. What are you doing this weekend?
Working at the OU basketball game and nothing else that I am aware of.

54. Who will take this survey?
Whoever wants to


A couple of IMs..Saon IMs me, says "'sup?" then goes offline before I have a chance to reply. So it doesn't matter now, does it?

Someone else, who asked how my day was so far... good now that I'm talking to you. I'll see this person in person later today, anyway.


And that's all from where I sit.


I'm taking pictures this week, dammit!

I should have been doing this all along, IMHO...

I thought I had the audiofile dilemma figured out (with Larry's help) but when I got home, it still wouldn't allow itself to be sent, so I sent the guy in Missouri my radio resume, and will snail mail the CD to him. What could I do? The file was too big to send via email.

It seems weird that this is almost over. I have all these emotions running thru me... like when I walk out that door Friday, everyone will forget all about me. But mostly what I feel is a mix of scared to death and excited as all get out. When I think about Larry handing me my diploma on Friday, I get all teary eyed.

Still this is the best thing I could have done for myself. Both for my future income earning potential and for my state of mind.

I'm turning this huge corner, and I can't wait to see what's beyond the bend...

Please don't forget about me.

And that's all from where I sit.


Sunday, November 13, 2005

Work, spitoons, my ancient computer, et cetera

Work was exhausting. Even though I sat most of the day, I was still dragged out when I got home and promptly took a nap.

On the way back to the office from Norman, I rode with this military guy who spit into an empty soda can the entire trip. This happened with the last game I worked, where the military guy (not the same one) spit into a container that previously held soda.

Okay, first of all, spitting in and of itself is a nasty habit. Add Skoal (or whatever the damn stuff is called), and it just plain becomes disgusting. What, smoking tobacco isn't bad enough? Don't people have the courtesy to wait until they got the people riding with them back to their cars before they spit? It was all I could do to hold my tongue, and not say anything.


And, that email I got the other day asking for my resume and aircheck? I can't send the aircheck portion from my computer because it's so damn old. I had Jeff try and send me the files from his computer, but he can't because they're "protected" or something. So I will have to ask Larry or Ben to help me get a file together to send to this guy in Missouri on Monday.

One of the first things I'm going to get after I get a job is a new laptop. I can't do much of anything with this thing I've got now. It's just good for internet (slow, but serviceable) and writing. I need something I can actually do my job with.


I'm talking to Saon via Yahoo Mess-up-enger, and he's denying this little "stunt" he pulled on me the other night. Someone IMs me under a Yahoo! ID I don't recognize and asks me questions about things that only Saon would know. Then Saon, or someone pretending to be him, IMs me under the Yahoo! ID he regularly uses and does the same thing. All the while he's trying to get me to respond, and I can't because each time I ask who it is, he says, "it's Saon", but then when I ask him why he's pranking me like this, he'd say something like , "like what?", like he doesn't know what he's doing. And I can see him sitting there laughing his head off over my frustration, and I'm a little pissed off, because I've seen him do it to other people.

That he was sometimes insensitive and mean-spirited should have been my big clue three years ago...but you can't unring a bell. What's done is done.

Now he's gone offline, supposedly to use the bathroom... whether he'll return to our conversation before I go to bed, I have no idea. Right now, I'm at the point of if he does, he does. If not, then that's HIS choice.


I might be going to a Hornets game next week. Right now, it's up in the air because I'm broke. So is the person i'd be going with. So that might have to wait until fortunes change.


I'm graduating on Friday... Holy cow! Better start pounding on some doors if I expect to get a job anytime soon.


And that's all from where I sit.


Friday, November 11, 2005

OMG! It really works!

I am so excited I can't stand it!

Yesterday, I was going thru the packet of stuff that Ben gave me from my exit interview, and the last page was a listing of web pages that list radio jobs. One of them was

I placed an ad on the site, and this afternoon after I got home from school, there was an email from an Operations VP from a station in Cape Girardeau, MO. He wants me to send him my resume and an audio file via email!

I had told Larry and Ben that I placed the ad on, and both of them said that it was a great idea I did so. Both knew people who had gotten jobs via

Maybe this is the break I need. Even if this one doesn't pan out, I know that I made the right move by placing the ad. No doubt there will be others.

I can't wait!

And that's all from where I sit.


Thursday, November 10, 2005

I'm not working another Hornets game...ever!

Not if I have to stand outside in the 40 degree weather without a jacket like I did last night. Now I have a cold. Dammit!

I'd rather pay to see the game. That would make driving downtown worthwhile. It would even justify the price of parking.

And after all day bitching about how broke he is, Vincent managed to make it to the game last night. He sat up in the nosebleed section (at the Ford Center, that's the 300 section).

I worked for about 4 hours, then I went home. I was cold, tired and hungry. When I got online last night, I had a message waiting that said the sender hoped I had fun "hanging" with the Hornets. If only I was hanging with the Hornets...*sigh* I'd love to have Byron Scott's autograph (he's the coach of the Hornets, and I remember when he played with the L.A. Lakers --when they were good-- when I was a kid).


I talked to Saon for a few minutes last night. He was busy talking to John, so I didn't have Saon's complete attention. I told him I had to go to bed, then I put Yahoo Messenger on Invisible mode.

I just wasn't into talking to anyone last night.


I'm cold. I'm still wearing my jacket from when I went out earlier to get Mom some smokes (a task I've learned to hate; but the alternative, Mom being crabby, is worse.)


That's all from where I sit.


Tuesday, November 08, 2005

I don't know if I can make it til midnight

If I make to the end of this post, I'll be happy.

Jeff went over to Tori's to watch Joey. So I was able to get some stuff done without the Energizer Bunny dissolving into tears every time I leave. I remarked to my sister that Joey looks more and more like Dean every day, and Tori whipped out a photo album of Dean's that had pics from his teen years. Once upon a time (when he was 17), Dean had a ton of hair! He was seriously losing his hair throughout college. Now, at age 42, he's pretty much bald with just a little fringe. Both his parents have gorgeous hair. Baldness is a trait inherited from one's mother.

Why is it that men look good bald or with greying hair? Why do men just age better than women of the same age?

I know someone who has great hair. He's even got the salt and pepper thing going on... among other things (oh, did I say that out loud?!)

In other things:

Saon IM'd me again today. He's saying things that he thinks will win me back. I'm not biting this time. He IM'd me when I came online after I got home from school this tell me he's just going out to walk the dog! ...and that he'd be back online around midnight.

I ain't going to make it that long.

And why in the hell did he think I needed to know he was going to walk the dog? I assume he does that every day. He loves that dog so much... it's the only creature on this planet that doesn't talk back to him, or gives him grief.

I better get to bed. I'm falling asleep at the switch here.

And that's all from where I sit.


Monday, November 07, 2005

They're back.

The GodHatesAmerica group will be back tomorrow... in Edmond!

Last week, a soldier from Edmond, who graduated the same year Daniel did from North, will be laid to rest tomorrow. The crazy folks from that church in Kansas who rejoice when American soldiers are maimed and killed will be at the funeral protesting about how God hates America because we accept the existance of the gay lifestyle.

I've already ranted about this once. I think I should go and protest the protesters. In Edmond, groups don't need a permit to protest an event, and the police and city officials can't stop them.

These are some sick people, IMHO. Soldiers died in all wars to give these whackos the right to say what they please.

Get out of my town! You are not welcome here! That young man is a hero. You are publicity hungry nutjobs. Guess who I side with. Hint: not you.

And that's all from where I sit.


Sunday, November 06, 2005

That much, huh?

ten grand would be a good thing to have right about now...

My blog is worth $10,161.72.
How much is your blog worth?

Saw this at duff's and thought I'd find out what my blog was worth.

And that's all from where I sit.


Saturday, November 05, 2005

I feel like I've been hit by a Hummer

Well, I went to work today, and now I feel like crap.

I was part of a group that was doing bag checks, and we stood in the shade where it was friggin cold the whole time. I had to ask for a jacket, but I think it was too little too late. I've come down with something, and all I want to do is drink hot chocolate, coffee and sleep.

I"m still a little cheesed off about yesterday. I went all the way down to the Ford Center, and they had too many people, so they sent me and one other guy home. I even considered not going in this morning. I'm glad I did.... I'll get a paycheck out of this. It's all about the money now.

Monday, I think I will start sending out aircheck CDs and resumes to stations out of state. Right now, I gotta get some sleep...

And that's all from where I sit.


Friday, November 04, 2005

You stopped "peeking"?

The problem with the files at school regarding my final aircheck has been solved. It was solved before i even got there yesterday! Ben figured it all out during the morning lecture. When I went into Larry's office to say hello, he handed me a CD with my aircheck on it.

So, problem 1 solved. On to problem 2.

I burned the master copy of my entire aircheck. That's not the problem. The problem is that now that I've pretty much completed everything, I can't really graduate until the 18th. I'm still obligated until the last week, which will be the week of the 14th. I can do air shows and stuff until then, I'll just have to let Larry know so he can schedule a studio for me. But, the course requirements have been met.

It doesn't seem like that long ago I was fretting over my final, and now it's done and over with. My aircheck is done, my ad for the school's website is done.

What am I going to do with myself for the next two weeks?

Send out resumes and aircheck CDs and knock on as many doors as possible. Now, getting a job is all on me.


When I tried writing this post last night, Saon IM'd me. He wanted to know if I had called his brother, Jack, yet. I said no. What I didn't tell him is that I'm not planning to call him either. What am I supposed to say to him if I did? "Hi. I'm Stephanie, and I dated your kid brother a couple of years ago"?

Saon tried to send me a picture of him that John (his former foster father) sent him when Saon was about 16. He sent me a link that I suspect only works in Saon's Yahoo mail account. So I asked if he could send a jpg as an attachment to an email. So, this morning, I get what is essentially a blank email from Saon. No attachment, and no picture.

I am interested in seeing the picture, though. Saon as a teen. For some reason, I'm having a hard time imagining that he was ever as goofy as my teenagers are/were.


And that's all from where I sit.


Wednesday, November 02, 2005

The good news: my aircheck is done

The bad news: I can't burn it to a CD because the CD burning software used at school doesn't recognize the file, even though it's an MP3.

I had Larry help me with this dilemma. He kept saving the same file under different names, and the program still wouldn't let me burn it to a CD for some reason that Larry said he's never seen before. It seemed like a battle: computer 1; Stef and Larry 0.

I thought I'd burn the aircheck to CD before I went home, but this took so long, that I ended up getting home at 6pm, just as dinner was being prepared.

I guess I'll try again tomorrow. Larry said he would think about another way to get my aircheck burned to a CD.

And that's all from where I sit.


It's not as easy as it sounds...

I'm putting together my air check CD this week, and it's driving me crazy!

Last night it went better than it did on Monday, but trying to keep within certain parameters is going to kill me. I can only edit so much before the integrity of the recording is compromised. I may end up doing it all over again before I get it where I want it.

I think I have a plan...

And that's all from where I sit.


Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Oh. My. God...

I don't believe this... I simply cannot comprehend this at all.

However, I can't say I'm surprised...

Here's the 411: I got an email from Saon this morning. He ends his email with this: "my brother Jack says 'Hello, honey'".

Saon has tried to pass me off to his much older brother Jack 2003 when I last saw him. I wasn't interested then, and I'm not now. I'm sure Jack is a nice guy, but I'm not intereted in any kind of personal relationship with him. Maybe friendship, perhaps.

So I answer Saon's email, and ask him, "Is Jack up there [in Hutch], too?"

This is the answer I got tonight: "yeah call Jack when you get a chance its [Jack's phone number] he would love to hear from ya"

Um, no. Not only am I not going to call this 55 year old man I've met once for five seconds two years ago, but I'm tempted to tell Saon where to get off.

But, I won't. Because I'm better than that. I have a little more self respect than that. I have NO TROUBLE FINDING MY OWN DATES, THANKS.

Geez... what incredible gall! I'm speechless!

So how was your day?

And that's all from where I sit.