I made the RSC VP's honor roll!!!

Now, don't go saying you knew it all along, that I'm a smart cookie, etc., etc., etc.

Because this is a BIG FREAKIN' DEAL to me! Because for this former underachieving (according to some) student, it means a lot. I wasn't always the best student who ever graced a campus (anywhere), and it concerned me greatly that I would fall flat on my face academically.

This proves that I didn't.

And, yes, I will post all the certificates I get for making the honor roll.

It's all been worth it: the walking in the snow and ice, the troubles with Babydoll, the late nights I spent losing sleep because I was worried about a test, the lack of sleep in general. And, this laptop was the best investment in my education I could have ever made with the limited funds I had.


I'd like to thank the academy...

Okay, okay... even I know when to stop.





That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I was going to get my hair cut

...but I didn't want to wait an hour to have it done. So maybe I'll try again another time.

I think I'm ready for that US History test on Monday. Still working on the rough draft for my essay (on blogging, no less! LOL) that's due Monday as well.

I am so tired... I can't even spell today. At this point, I'll be sleeping during Spring break (starts on the next "B" week Friday, March 16th).

I'd love to know who "Unavailable" is... the mysterious entity that keeps calling me, lets the phone ring once, then hangs up before I have a chance to answer.

And today, I get this call from someone who is doing a survey about internet services. At first I had a hard time hearing the gal on the other end of the phone, but when she finally gets to her questions, the first one she asks is, "are you of Latina or Hispanic origin?" When I say no (because I'm Italian-American, thank you), she says that that are all the questions she has for me.

I thought so. My last name could be Hispanic, but in my case, it isn't. Sorry :P

It's always been this way. When I was growing up, we'd get telemarketing calls in Spanish, sample ballots for an upcoming election in Spanish... stuff like that.

When I lived in Lawrence, Massachusetts, which is probably 85-90% Hispanic, I'd get all kinds of stuff in my mailbox (not delivered by USPS) in Spanish. Ads, campaign stuff, missing pet posters, etc.

I speak very little Spanish, but I can usually figure out the written stuff. I remarked to someone at the time that if I had known I was going to live in Lawrence, maybe I would have paid more attention in my high school Spanish class.

Okay, okay... I'm babbling. Better wrap this up.



you never answered my question about the enchiladas



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Impending doom, or a winter storm?

The way that the weather people are talking around here, you'd think we were about to be snowed in for the rest of the winter.

C'mon, I know it doesn't snow here all that much, and yeah, two big storms this year are a bit unusual, but blame El Nino... it's all his fault!

I've plenty of everything to take care of myself until at least the end of the month, but the weather guys on TV are squawking about ice and snow and "you need to get this all done by Friday!"

By "all this" I think they mean make sure your car works (it does but it's still not tagged), you have plenty of gas, check on family, get something called "ice melt" (in Massachusetts, that's what salt was for), and have plenty of food on hand (check, check, and double check).

At least it's not the blizzard of '01 in Massachusetts... although that was fun at first.

And dammit, if I am going to be snowed in for the winter, I'd like to be snowed in with someone other than me, myself and I.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Happy New Year!

I spent the last three days in Edmond helping out Mom because she's not feeling well.

My sister kinda bullied Mom into calling a doctor in regards to her always not feeling well. Mom has COPD, and it's obvious that Mom isn't feeling well, but she keeps putting off going to the doctor. Tori said she was going to go with Mom to her apppointment (it's next week), but Mom doesn't really want her to.

I think Tori should go with her. I wouldn't know what questions to ask the doctor. And I can't keep running up to Edmond every time I turn around. In less than three weeks, I go back to school.

Sometimes, I get the feeling that Mom wishes I hadn't moved out.
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New Year's was okay. Nothing earth shattering or anything. Same old jazz we do every year.

And no, I didn't make any resolutions. I have things I want to accomplish in the next year, but I wouldn't call them "resolutions" per se.

If I called them "resolutions", I know that I'd never get them accomplished.
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2007: a whole new year to...




That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I have no idea what to call this post

The "things I have to do before New Year's"?
"Things I have to do after New Year's"?

Suffice it to say that I still have a lot to do to make living in my apartment, paying my bills, and driving my car a lot easier.

I just shelled out a bunch of cash to get my car insured so I can get the title and tags for it. Actually getting the tags will have to wait until Tuesday now, because the tag agency is just a little too far to walk to.

But at least I don't have to worry about car insurance for six months.
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I don't have any real plans for New Year's Eve. Maybe I'll go over to Mom's and see her new chair that was a family Christmas gift to her.

I don't know. New Year's Eve partying has kinda lost its cache for me. I don't drink, so that would make me a party pooper in some people's eyes. I'd just like to spend it with a few friends. There is someone I'd like to spend it with, but the chances of that happening are remote at best.
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I think I'll go home and have some hot chocolate. The weather is kinda drizzly.

Have a Happy New Year! Bring on 2007!



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

This post has no title, just words and a tune

I got this comment recently that I feel I have to comment on. The commenter didn't leave a name or any way to get a hold of him/her/them.

A couple of posts back, I admit that I was feeling sorry for myself. I'd had this series of nightmares that caused me to take a look at where I am in my life.

The commenter said in their post: You are worthy. You are not alone. You have not failed. However, it might be time to start living your life for Stef and no one else.

I know I am worthy and that I'm not alone. Sometimes, I have to write these things down here to have some kind of release. After all, that's part of the reason I started this blog to begin with. I never expect any comments on anything I write.

I'm not going to give up on a career in radio. So the job in Wyoming didn't work out. It happens. At least I'm not like one of my former classmates and gave up all together. I'm going to stick it out, go back to school to study more, and work at some kind of job (Long John Silvers? *wink*) to make ends meet. I'm going to get a place of my own so I can "live (my) life for Stef and no one else".

And on that point, that's what I've been doing for nearly eight years, since Jon and I decided to divorce. Living my life my way. And yeah, my doing so has pissed a lot of people off. I've been called selfish and immature for it. I don't live my life like anyone else, as I have warned people. Perhaps it takes a certain amount of courage to live my life like no one else, and even more courage for someone to be involved in my life (not counting family, who are involved whether they want to be or not).

The commenter also stated that: Then and only then, will you have true peace of mind, experience joy, and find unequivocal reciprocated love.

Strangely, this sounds like something my friend JC in Massachusetts would say to me. He's into all that new age stuff. Maybe it's him who left the comment? Possibly, but unlikely. Not unless he was Googling me recently and found this blog. Not that it would be a bad thing. Maybe I should shoot off an email and ask him.

Seriously, that is good advice though. Sometimes I get caught up in that trap of worrying about what people think. And we all know that is stupid. Who cares what other people think anyway? It's not like everytime I go somewhere I get in trouble or anything. I'm hardly embarrassing anyone by the way I conduct myself. After all, though I live my life on my terms, I'm not stupid, either. I know when to be serious. I know when it's time to have fun. Sometimes, I even try to combine the two. What a novel concept!

Yes, I am a smart ass. But this post is straight forward and serious. After all, this blog is about me. Warts and all.

Oh, BTW-- if you are the one who left this comment... thank you! Feel free to drop me an email, or leave a comment on any post.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Waiting game....

and I don't really do that very well these days.

I bust my ass to get things done, then I have to wait for replies, mail, answers, and the whole nine yards.

My problem is, I don't wanna wait!

I want to get Unemployment, a job, an apartment, my security deposit from Wyoming back, my car tagged and titled here RIGHT NOW! Immediately if not sooner.

I used to be so patient *sigh*...



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I totally forgot about the blanket in the dryer at home!

And it's probably not even close to being dry!

And since it's a laundry room in my apartment building, maybe I should get my backside home and free up the dryer.
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And thank you for the chat yesterday (Friday). I don't mean to dump all my troubles on you. You're a great friend for putting up with me all this time. Thanks for the info and the advice. In case no one's told you lately, you're a peach!

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--