The Master of the One Line Emails sent me a picture of himself

...and it was nothing like I expected. But, I can't say I was surprised by what he did send.

Some people are soooo predictable...


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Bringing up the slack... and I'm not exactly thrilled with it

I'm part of this group in my English Comp class that has this huge project due at the end of the semester. It's actually part of our final exam. Each member of the group has a specific thing that he or she was to write about.

One member of the group I'm in decided that she needed to drop out of school in the middle of this and not tell anyone, not give us the work she'd done to that point, and not answer the emails that she's been sent. I know this gal's called at least two of her instructors, because I have both of those classes.

Now the three of us that remain have to start her part from scratch, which will put us behind by about three weeks, and i'm not looking forward to doing it. Fortunately, we were able to equally divide the work between us. It's the extra work I don't appreciate, but I guess this gal thought she had no choice but to leave. But geez, at least don't make us do everything from the git go!
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There's this one guy in one of my broadcasting classes who thinks that he should be treated special because he's "trying". He argues with the instructor constantly about stupid little things. If he'd just shut the hell up and just do the work that he's been assigned, maybe he might pass the class.

He accused one of my classmates of not having to work as hard because she was awarded a scholarship for getting good grades. She disagreed, saying that she works two jobs AND is also a full time student. She gets good grades because she works hard at it. He's just sloughing off and hopes to get a C, because that's "good enough".

"Good enough" is why I am in college working my ass off for a 4.0 at the age of 43. Because when I was younger, I thought "good enough" was good enough. When I got out into the real world, I got the shock of my life, because I didn't know as much as I thought I did.

And this kid will figure that out when he stops making excuses.
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That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Him, too? Did I win some whacked out "ex" lottery or what?

"Ex" marks the spot...

First, it was Paul (ex-landlord), emailing me out of the clear blue sky; now it's Saon (ex-boyfriend) calling me out of the clear blue sky. He was sitting in his car in the parking lot of a WalMart waiting for his girlfriend, her mother and the g/f's niece to be regurgitated out the door (because we all know that once you enter a WalMart store, it's like being swallowed. It happens to my son Jeff on a daily basis).

What next? My ex husband Jon calling me for no reason? That would complete the "Ex" trifecta.

Maybe Larry was right. Maybe I do need to know what "ex" equals after all.

cowboy, I don't want you to become an "ex" anything to me.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

You mean you haven't seen this yet?

There's Ovaltine in it now, but maybe there'll be lemonade or iced tea in it later.

I made this at Paint it Yourself Pottery, formerly at Quail Springs Mall in Oklahoma City when I was still in broadcasting school in 2005. I heard they've reopened nearby, I'll need to check that out when I'm over that way next (Mother's Day?)

come on over for a lemonade, cowboy?




That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

The best PostSecret I've ever seen in the 2 years since I began reading it

Ryan Clark was one of the first victims of the Virginia Tech shooting two weeks ago. He had been described by most everyone he knew as someone they could turn to and someone who always had a kind word for everyone. He was from Martinez, Georgia (near Augusta where I lived some twenty years ago) and was studying biology and English and had hoped to pursue a doctorate in psychology, with a focus on cognitive neuroscience. He was to graduate from Tech next month.

I saw this last night on PostSecret, and the email that someone had sent in regarding it, and I cried. I never had the honor of knowing Ryan Clark, but I know that he is still affecting the lives of people he knew, and the lives of people who didn't know of him until after his death.

Maybe it is true that only the good die young.

My heartfelt condolences to Ryan's family and friends.

That's all from where I sit.


--MorelaterZ--

I need to go to bed

I don't think the staying up all night is in me anymore. Unless there was someone here to stay up all night with.

And since that's not going to happen, I'm going to bed so I have a fighting chance of catching at least some of the Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon on Channel 4 in the morning.

How bout it cowboy... wanna stay up late with me one night that neither of us has to be anywhere the next day (like school and work?)

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

ISO: Sleep

I did manage to get a short snooze this afternoon, but then Mom called to tell me something (what, I don't remember right off hand), and shot that all to hell.

Now it's dinner time: I need to pop those pork ribs into the oven here in a sec.

Hmmm...someone's been workin' late...

Seems that my homework is never completely done. I have a little more tweaking to do on my portion of the "talking document" for my English Comp class, then I have to email it (10+ pages and a Works Cited page-- and that's just MY share of it!) to the group leader sometime over the weekend.

And there's a new editing project to do. It's the last one for the semester (Yay!).

There's another quiz in US History on Wednesday (5/2), then the final is about ten or so days after that.

I'll just get over all that when the Summer session starts June 4th. Go. Me.

And Paul sent me another email. He wants a recent picture of me. I don't know what he's up to, but it can't be good...

Maybe I need some, um, protection or deflection or I don't know what. What possibly could motivate a 60 year old man to want to... I think I know, but I really don't want to think about it. The whole idea gives me, um, pause (I guess that's as good a word as any). He's 1700 miles and a time zone away.

And I hope he stays there.

And someone else to come over here and see my big, blue, comfy couch.

Yes, cowboy, I'm talkin' 'bout you. Your ears burnin' yet?

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Losing sleep... and hoping to find it this afternoon

This is so stupid. I've been having trouble falling asleep the last couple of nights because I've been thinking about what it's like... to be dead.

Why am I thinking about that? Your guess is as good as mine.

No, I'm not depressed or anything like that. It's just something that I've wondered about, and I don't wish to find out for real for a long, long time.

After all, I don't remember anything before I was, say, three years old, and that doesn't keep me up nights. Why should this?

It's the not falling asleep that is getting me. Right now, I'd like to go back to bed, but I have classes to get to.

Have a great weekend, cowboy. Talk soon?



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

The Master of the one line email returns...

This man slays me.

I haven't seen him since he evicted me out of my apartment in Lawrence, Massachusetts in December of 2002 in a jealous fit (because I was giving all my attention to Saon and not him), and he still sees fit to keep in sporadic contact with me.

It started with me sending out a mass email right after New Year's in 2006, hoping everyone would have a good year (there were actually two mass emails, then ones I sent to friends here in OK). I didn't expect to hear from Paul ever again.

Lo and behold, in October of '06, he sends me an email asking when I'm coming back to the area (Lawrence and the surrounding areas). I replied that I probably wouldn't be back in the foreseeable future. I had just returned to Oklahoma from Wyoming at that point. I gave him my cell phone number, not expecting him to call (he didn't call when I lived 5 miles away, why would he call now?).

Still nothing from him. So back toward the end of February, I was going thru some old emails, and found the one I sent him in October. I discovered that I had inadvertantly given him the wrong cell phone number (I combined the one I had in Wyoming with an old one I had here), and wrote to give him the correct number (again, not expecting him to call), and to explain that I had gone back to school for a Broadcasting degree.

Today... out of the clear blue sky, here's another email from him (he probably doesn't check his email all that much). Today he says this:

When you come to the area...let me know... :) so we can play.

Oh, right, Paul... I'm going to drop everything and book a trip to New Hampshire just because.

It's nice that he thinks of me every once in a blue moon. But the way I look at is this-- if he hadn't kicked me out on my ass nearly four and a half years ago, I would have never come to Oklahoma. I wouldn't have the friends I have now, and I wouldn't be near my boys. So Paul actually did me a favor.

If I find myself in Massachusetts and/or southern New Hampshire, I will look him up. Just out of curiousity more than anything else. And I told him that.

But for right now, my life is here.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Hold on, I'm coming...

I'm a little annoyed today. About everything. So if this post doesn't make a lick o' sense, that's your explanation.

I wish I hadn't gone to school today. It was cold, I was tired, and I just didn't want to deal with any BS today.

On the way home, I saw this sad sight:





(taken from my car at the corner of Sooner Rd. and SE 15th, for those locals who read my blog-- all two of you LOL)



A shell of its former self. I personally like those little Beetles, and I wish I could find one of the old ones to own that isn't way out of my price range. There used to be thousands of them on the road when I was a kid.

Makes Larry's Subaru look like a Rolls Royce (I guess you'd have to see Larry's Subaru to get the comparison). At least it doesn't look like it's headed for the scrap heap, which is where I fear the Vdub was going.

Then, when I got home, I went to check out my MySpace page and saw this:










I realize that MySpace is not really geared towards people my age, but c'mon, this kid's young enough to be my son (he looks like he's 16!). And online dating? Are you nuts? The site's called "e-spin the bottle".

Um, no thanks.




That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I'm so tired!

I slept past dinner... I'm so mad!

I don't like to eat past a certain time, like 8 or 9 pm, because a full stomach so late causes me to be wide awake instead of sleeping. But, I was starving, so I went and made fish and chips at 10pm. Now, I'm going to be up later than I want to be.

Just as long as I can sleep til 7:45am tomorrow morning...
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Yesterday, I got my US History quiz back and learned that I got all 25 questions right, in addition to four of the five bonus questions. I knew the answer to the fifth one, but was hesitant to write it down, so sure I was that I was wrong. Turns out that I wasn't. I should have just written it down!

The thing that gets me is that some of my classmates were talking about not studying for this quiz, and still getting what they felt were "decent" scores. Coming to class regularly and taking notes (and not talking to the girl next to you while the prof is lecturing), does help.

But, I guess that they will figure that out much later. As long as mommy and daddy are paying their way, they don't really care about grades. So why in the hell are they in school to begin with? Probably because their parents expect them to go on to college.

Daniel didn't go to college after high school. That was his choice. I wasn't sitting there bugging him to go if he was not ready to move on to that next step. It would've been nice that he went, but if he wasn't ready, then what's the point? Now, he says he's ready, but worries about the costs. I told him that if he's serious, to look into financial aid, or maybe go part time so he can still work full time.

On the other hand, Jeff went to college after high school... for a year. He liked it, but I think that he was still a little overwhelmed by the college experience, even at UCO. He might go back someday, if not at UCO, then somewhere else.

Clearly, some of my classmates are only in school for the social and monetary aspects. Attending classes is not real high on their priority list. Of course not all teenagers/early 20 somethings fall into this category. Some work their butts off. They have a plan, a goal they want to reach. At Rose State, a 2 year school, it's to go on to the bigger 4 year schools like OU and OSU.

Whether I do that or not is not really a concern at the moment. Maybe I don't need that Bachelor's degree. I don't know yet. After all, if I graduate when they say I will, I'll be 45 years old! I want the Associates. That's a given. After that, I don't know.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Stef's Horrorscope: the home early from school edition

Aquarius (1/23-2/22)

Coasting through life is not your style -- you relish a challenge, and you might be offered a very appealing one today. You are learning that an easy-to-attain goal is much less fulfilling than a hard-won victory. So take on a difficult task today -- it may push the limits of your capabilities and your energy, but you'll be rewarded with a delicious feeling of pride and a sweet ego boost.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Well, my weekend included a lot more than doing my laundry and washing my car...

That is to say, I did get the laundry done. The car will just have to wait. Again.

Friday, Scott had his Confirmation. It was the longest Mass I had been to in a long time. The Archbishop of OKC was there officiating, and he tended to draw his speech out. The Irish priests in the parish I grew up in did the same thing, but I think they did it just so we could understand them with their heavy accents.

Ironically, the parish here (or rather in Edmond) and the one I grew up in have the same name. Maybe there are a lot of Catholic churches named that.

Anyway, the Mass was three hours long!

Compared to the Mass for Amalia's First Holy Communion Sunday morning (about an hour). Amalia looked so cute in her white dress, tights, shoes, and the veil (I think Tori made it, I didn't think to ask). Afterwards, we went to TGIFriday's near Quail Springs Mall for lunch.

Then I had to wait for Daniel to get home from work to bring me back to my apartment. And he kept telling me, "give me an hour" (half hour; in a while, etc). I finally got here about an hour ago. Now I have to go to bed so I can be bright tailed and bushy eyed for school tomorrow (um, later this morning).


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

4/20... it's just another day

I don't know what it means to you, but to me, it's the day after my sister's birthday.

420 is supposed to be some sort of indication about the time to smoke pot, but if you think about it, there is only one 4:20, and it's before a lot of us get up.

The other one, if you use a 24 hour clock (and I do- it's something left over from when Jon was in the Navy) is 1620.

I think today is Earth Day, so keep it green if you can.

Keep the families, friends and faculty of Virginia Tech in your prayers.


i'm sorry :( i guess i got a lot on my mind


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

"Gettin' Busy"

It's sad that simple, innocent phrases like "gettin' busy" have such, um, dubious connotations these days.

To most people of a certain age (mine, 43), it means you're getting busy doing something, like homework, or cleaning out the garage.

To a lot of people I know, it means having sex.

Did I miss the transition between what I think and what everyone under 25 thinks? Because somewhere between my separation/divorce and starting at Rose State, it took on a whole new meaning. So I missed something somewhere down the line.

My dad liked to say "getting down to brass tacks". To him, it meant get busy and get things done. Or else.

Now I need to go finish up something, so I'm going to get busy doing that.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I've always wanted a book like this!

...to give to people who just wanna know more about all things Stef...
unfortunately, I haven't written it yet!



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

In memory of those lost in the Virginia Tech tragedy on Monday

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Waiting for the bug man

When I left for school this morning, there was a note hanging in the clip outside my door saying that my apartment was scheduled for pest control today.

So after I got home, it didn't appear that anyone had been here. Not yet, anyway.

I don't have any creepy crawlies, so there's not really anything here to control. I like the fact that this is a regularly scheduled event. This ensures that there aren't any bugs here.

I think this is the first apartment complex that I've lived in where there was regular pest control services.

How reassuring...



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Shocked and saddened

Thirty one thirty two people were killed at Virginia Tech in Blacksburg, VA this morning. The gunman, described as Asian, male and in his 20's, is also dead. The shootings took place at two separate location on the Virginia Tech campus.

Thoughts and prayers go out to the wounded and the families of the victims.

What's this world coming to?


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Saturday kitchen flooding update

The property manager came over at 2am (!!) with someone who had a high powered wet vac and soaked up the water from the kitchen and the rug just outside the kitchen. They tore the padding out from under the rug down to the concrete and did the job.

I'll need a new padding under there, because walking on the rug without it is going to do a number on my back.

Before they left, there was a solution sprayed in the rug to keep it from smelling and to (hopefully) retard the growth of mold.

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I'm with you, Mr. Iacocca

Lee Iacocca is mad as hell, and he's not going to be quiet any longer.

He's written a new book, Where Have All the Leaders Gone? In it, or rather in the excerpt I read here, he is truly pissed off. Pissed off at the fools in Washington, DC, pissed off at President Bush, and pissed off that no one's doing a damn thing about it.

He has what he's called the Nine C's of Leadership. If you don't read anything else in the excerpt, read that part.

Lee Iacocca can get away with that stuff, the being mad as hell stuff. When I do it, I'm told that I haven't a clue what I am talking about, and to please shut the fuck up.

So I won't talk politics. I think the current resident of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is an idiot. How can a man with a Yale education be so damn dumb?

I'm going to add Lee Iacocca's book to my book wish list. He has a lot to say.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Drama on a Saturday Night

I saw the Del City fire department drive up late Saturday night, so I went outside to see what was up.

The gal who lives in the apartment next door had a fire in her kitchen. All of the apartments here have sprinklers, and they went off. She had been cooking and her baby started crying and distracted her, and the next thing she knew, the pan was on fire.

She was outside sitting on the curb holding the baby (who slept thru the whole thing). She doesn't have a phone, so I offered to call her husband but she didn't know how to reach him. She tried a couple of different numbers with no results. The fire captain offered to have her and her baby to sit in one of the fire trucks to get out of the cold.

(all three) Fire trucks at night

When I looked into her apartment, I realized that her kitchen and mine shared a common wall. I went inside and my kitchen floor has a good quarter inch of water on it, and the rug just outside the kitchen is soaked.

Wet rug (left); Water on kitchen floor (right).

The property manager was out and he said that they're trying to get someone to clean up the water in both apartments. The water on the kitchen floor will probably be dry by morning. It's the water in the rug that concerns me. Mold could grow under there. That would not be a good thing.

There will be more to this, I'm sure. Stay tuned.

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Only because I'm bored...

You Are a Very Good Girl

You are 90% Good and 10% Bad You're a perfect angel - almost impossibly so Don't you ever feel like being a little bad?!?

Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?

Do I ever feel like being a little bad? That's for me to know and only a very select few to find out.


Cowboy, you wanna find out how bad I can be?


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

The Post wherein Stef rants about the way people drive

so... you have been warned!

--begin rant--

I went to WalMart this afternoon, after my trip to IHOP. When I was leaving the parking lot, I noticed I was parked next to a rather large pickup, so as I am backing out, I honk my horn several times in case there was someone approaching that couldn't see that I was backing out.

There was someone. Her response to my warning was to honk back at me and mouth the word "bitch".

And here I thought I was doing a good thing by letting her inattentive ass know I was backing out of a blind spot.

But that wasn't all...

I finally get to the way out of the parking lot and there is someone stopped just before it to let me out (a good driver! yay!!!); There was no traffic in the other lane, and had to wait for the traffic going in the opposite direction to let up enough for me to get in, because that is the direction that I need to go.

Finally, there is someone going in that direction who wants to get into the parking lot I want to leave. I thought that they were going to let me pass so I can merge into traffic. Their response was to make their turn anyway, which, had they completed it, would have taken out the entire passenger side of my car. They decided to let me pass, and honked their horn-- and it wasn't a friendly gesture either.

Maybe I was wrong, I don't know. But I know that if I get into an accident in the Beretta, then it's bye bye Babydoll. And, the other person will not have either of these two things that makes you legal in the state of Oklahoma: a driver's license and/or proof of insurance.

That's just way that my luck runs. So I'd be out one car and no way to get a new one. Not to mention a trip to Midwest Regional with the resulting injuries, and by some stroke of bad luck, I'd see Dean there (he practices out of that hospital).

--end rant--

So, how was your day? :)


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

And Now: Live from the Midwest City IHOP!

After having a bit of trouble connecting to the wireless internet, here I am... on the road with the laptop. And I am truly wireless, the power being provided by the battery. But, I don't have much more of that to play with, so I'll close it out here...


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

*Sigh* More rain...

I'm still waiting for the nice weather to return. I think there was one whole day of sunshine and warm temps.
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*Sigh* part 2:

Tonight is the last home game for the Hornets here in OKC. Unless they make the playoffs, that's all she wrote. They have to win tonight to have a chance at the playoffs.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger

I got an email this morning from an email address I thought I'd never see again

But why after more than six months?

I've moved on from there. I can't dwell on the past. I take what I learned there and use it to improve my future.

That's the only way to live. Sometimes, it's hard, but living life isn't supposed to be easy.

I'm a survivor.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Big comfy couch

This is the free couch Jeff found for me. Jeff can scrounge anything from anywhere! Except maybe his house keys out of his room...

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Hey, Mom... ya wanna couch? It's free...

Jeff calls me this afternoon to ask me the question that is the title of this post. I told him, yes! I'd take it if he could find a way to get it here to my apartment.

So, thinking nothing more about it, I went on about my business... doing homework, reading all the uncomprehensible stuff going on in Darfur that is going to be part of a group project in my English Comp class, and baking chocolate chip cookies.

Then, I heard someone using the doorknocker to knock on the door... it was Jeff. He and Daniel had borrowed their grandmother's van to get this big blue couch to my apartment. It barely fit in the back enough to close the tailgate (2nd and 3rd row seats removed, of course).

And the damn thing was heavy! Turns out that it has two recliners at each end, a fold down "table" in the middle, and, amazingly enough, a drawer under the center seat! It took the boys about 1/2 an hour to figure out how to get it inside my apartment, because it appeared to look like the doorway wasn't wide enough. But, they got it inside, and now all I need is a real bed.

That, however, I will gladly shell out money for. A used mattress? Ewwwww!


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Answer me this...

Why in the hell am I still awake??? I have a class in a few hours!


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Trying to relax... and not succeeding

I can feel the tension in my shoulders, but for the life of me I can't think of a reason why I could be so tense.

Maybe it's the colder than normal spring weather... where's our 80 degree temps? Where's the sunshine?

Lord, I'd hate to be the weatherperson around here. I wonder how much abuse they get from their viewers when they go out in public and the forecast is wrong (or not to someone's liking)?

Hmmm, one of the profs at school does weather on one of the local TV stations, maybe I should screw up the courage and ask him.

Larry just asked me how school was going... so I told him. It's going quite well. There's about a month more of the spring semester, then three weeks off before the summer one begins. I've already got student aid lined up for that. Still waiting to hear on the aid for the fall. Soon, I hope.

It's the books that kill me, though. The prices, that is. Even used ones aren't cheap (but cheaper than the new ones are). The sooner I get the student aid, the better choice of books I get. I got stuck with new books this semester because I got my aid late. Ouch!

I don't know what's going on in the apartment upstairs, but they sound like they're going to fall through their floor into my living room!


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

It's 11:30pm...

and one of my neighbors has Journey playing.
===

Who said this:

"and that's the name of that tune."

I got extra credit in my Editing class today for knowing that tidbit of information, stuck in my brain since the 70's.

The kids in class (the 18-20 year olds) are saying: ask us something we know. Skip (the prof) only said that it sometimes pays to be older (like me, I guess).

Damn Fred the cockatoo...





That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--



(PS... it was Robert Blake in his show "Baretta")

This post has no title, just words and a tune

Well, it's Monday. Again. It's still quite un-Spring like out there. At least it didn't snow.

I think I know what's been bothering me lately. Hopefully, it will pass soon and I can get the hell on with it already!

I'm not perfect. I never claimed to be. I have issues and concerns and other things going on in my life like everyone else. Sometimes, I just need to get it out in the open and talk about it. I don't think that MVL is the appropriate forum to do that, however. I think this is a little more than crabbing about school and homework and my kids and my car.

I feel bad about something that I can't even put my finger on, and that bugs me!


Thanx 4 peeking. Can we get together soon? I'd love to see you!



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Happy Easter...

Daniel finally came to fetch me about 20 minutes after the last post.

I dragged the laptop to Mom's, and I can't even get a wireless signal there. So I messed around on MS Word 07 and watched a couple of old cartoons on DVD that my sister had left there.

Easter was good. Joe is talking better now, but he's still not going to be able to go to Pre-K in the fall because he's still not completely potty trained. He's just now, at just past his 4th birthday, grasping the concept.

Jeff, Scott and Marc were climbing trees and generally goofing off. Daniel had to work :(

Dean brought home yet another new computer a few weeks ago. He got a Mac! I swear that man collects computers like I collect pens. And I have a lot of pens... but the draft of this post is being written on it, after I asked to have the parental controls removed because Google is blocked.

Hope your holiday was grand...

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Well, good afternoon, Sleepin' Beauty

Daniel (who sounds like I just woke him up): Oh shut up!

Me: When are you coming to get me?

Daniel: I don't know, but I'll come get you.

Me: Can I at least have a ballpark idea of when?

Daniel: Don't worry, Mom, I'll come get ya.

Me: I guess that's it. See you soon.

Daniel: (has hung up the phone by this time)


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Bored, Vincent?

Is that why you've been on myspace.com for the last two days? Truck not fixed so you can't go to a bar somewhere? Kansas, perhaps?

Okay, Vincent wrecked his truck about a week or so ago. It can be fixed, and then he can do whatever it is that Vincent likes to do, but now, I think he's bored.

At the moment, he's getting on my last nerve, but maybe that's just me and the crabby mood I've been in the last 4 days.

I'm so not in the mood for this right now.


Cowboy, take me away!


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Oh that noise!

It's been so noisy here lately. This morning for what seemed like forever, but in reality lasted about an hour, there was a van out in the parking lot making the loudest noise! It was from a drain cleaning service, and the machines they used were almost deafening. I almost wished I had earplugs!

Great, my one day every two weeks I get to stay home and this is what I have to deal with.

I have to get out of this cranky/crabby/moody deep blue funk... or else I'll be impossible to live with. And since it's just me... well, you get the idea.

And, spending Easter with the family... I gotta be in a good mood for that! I'm going over to Mom's sometime tomorrow (whenever Daniel gets his butt outta the bed, that is). I'll probably have to run errands for her. I don't mind, though. After all, it's my mom...

The only thing that bugs me is that it might snow Sunday. I've heard of a white Christmas, but never a white Easter...

Go fig...



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Ain't this little gal cute?

Hoppy Easter!

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

What's with all the noise?

Seems like my upstairs neighbors are making an extraordinary amount of noise this evening.

I can hear just about everything in the two units on either side of me and the one upstairs.

Or maybe I'm just cranky from lack of sleep. I feel like I've sleptwalked thru the last two days. It's Thursday already. Where did the week go?

Yep. I'm cranky. I'm sorry, I guess I'm not such great company right now.

Happy Easter, Cowboy




That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

What the hell happened to our spring weather?!?

Monday, it was in the 80's. Today, it's barely 50.

Are we going to get snow for Easter? I can just see Joey out in the back yard looking for eggs in the snow.

This IS spring, right? Right?


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

The times they are a-ch-ch-ch-changin'

(Wow! I stole from Dylan AND Bowie....)

Well, my email today brought the news that my friend, JC, in Massachusetts, is resigning from his job of 13 years to run his "side project" graphic design venture full time. I got the mass email announcing this great adventure (the one that's sent to JC's 100+ closest friends). He's been waiting a long time to do this, and I'm absolutely thrilled for him, and told him so in the return email I sent.
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I found out today that I've somehow managed to maintain an A in my English Comp class. I've always been pretty good at it, so it's not really that hard for me. It's the writing of the essays that sometimes get me. All that in-text citation stuff is starting to sink in, but I still don't remember having to do that before. I guess they teach it in the high schools now, because it seems that the majority of my classmates know how to do it already.

My professor is good at what she does. She's not like some of the teachers I had in high school that bored me to death. And, despite the fact that I am closer in age to her than I am to my classmates, I am learning something (or relearning it), everyday. When I enrolled for my fall classes, I signed up for her Comp II class.

Okay, so I have a B in US History, and an A in English Comp I, and I have no idea where I stand in my two broadcasting courses. I just know that my editing project that was due today was not my best effort.

Hopefully, I'll still have my 3.0 GPA I need to continue to receive financial aid.

And on the subject of financial aid... I found out that financial aid is for one school year: for example fall of 06, spring of 07 and summer 07 would fall under the 2006-2007 school year. Because I started in spring 07, I'll get money for the summer classes because I didn't go last fall. Next summer, unless I budget my money really well, I won't be able to take summer classes. I wouldn't be able to afford it on my own, even with a job. My tutition for summer is almost $500.00! For fall it'll be over $900.00!

Yikes!




That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Nothing seems to be going right today...

I had troubles with my editing project today, so I ended up taking it home with me.

I meant to take the laptop to school today, but I left it at home at the last second. Turned out that I really did need it today. Now I have to go in and finish my project early in the morning. Grrrr!

Nothing has come out of my mouth, or thru the keyboard, that makes any sense to anyone but me.

I need to eat something, and Chinese sounds like just the ticket. But the place that delievers in my neighborhood has a $12 minimum, and I just don't feel like ordering that much just to get delivery. There is a place on Midwest Blvd. that I might check out. I saw it when I was at IHOP recently (the day of the hornet in my car episode).

Why do I feel so... weird?



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Stef's To-Do list for Monday, April 2nd

Pay rent: check

Enroll for summer and fall classes at school: check

Turn in the essay that was due today: check

Rock someone's world: pending


That last one has been on my To-Do list for a long time. I'll have to take care of that the next time the opportunity presents itself.

Though probably not today.
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About the enrolling for school for the summer and fall semesters... I learned this today: because of a change in the curriculum for the degree I'm working for, if I want to transfer to someplace like UCO or OU, I have to complete the Associates in Applied Sciences requirements first, then continue on for the Associates in Broadcast Communications, which will transfer (the other one won't transfer everything). So if all goes well, I'll leave Rose State with two Associate degrees, then go on to the four year school for the Bachelor's.

And if I'm 50 or something when I get done, so be it.


Part of me wishes I'd done this years ago, and part of me is glad I waited until now.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Charmed, I'm sure

(and can't type for anything this morning!)

Guys Like That You're Charming

You're the girl most guys can't get out of their heads Even if they met you on a bad hair day :-) You just seem to "click" with everyone you meet So even if a guy forgets about you for a second... his friends haven't!

What Do Guys Like About You?

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Laundry day

Small load this time, but still time consuming when you consider that washing and drying both take about half an hour, plus the time to fold. At least today, it wasn't crowded like the last time I was there two weeks ago.

(top left) This is where I go to do the laundry; (top right) while clothes are drying, I walk here for a snack; (bottom left) my clothes in the dryers (at least I think these are my clothes!)

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

The Post wherein Stef declares that she's not into all that April Fool's crap

Why restrict it to April 1st? People become fools, or are made fools of, on any one of the other 364 days of the year.

So don't even start the April Fool's crap with me.

The only thing I ever did on April 1st (in 1986) was sign Jeff's birth certificate. And that was only after we went round and round with the Orange County, California vital statisics folks about giving Jeff a middle name. Apparently, at that time (and maybe now for all I know), California requires that all children born in the state must have a middle name. I wasn't planning on giving Jeff one because Jon and I couldn't agree on one. But, since he HAD to have one, I gave him my name --or rather, the masculine version of it-- as a middle name. So, this is how my second son became Jeffrey Stephen instead of Jeffrey NMN (no middle name).

And that's no April Fool's joke... and, NO, I'm not posting Jeff's birth certificate as proof. You'll just have to take my word for it.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--