I was just looking at the CBS promos for tomorrow morning and realized that I haven't watched a SINGLE episode of Big Brother this summer! Not one! I guess that's because I have a life now.
In other news, I just got this crazy idea today that I might try to relocate to California for my next job. Keep in mind that I won't be going ANYWHERE for at least another year...I still have 14 months on my contract. But I'm just saying, this time next year I'll probably be looking for another producing job, hopefully in a bigger market. And mostly I've been thinking Chicago or Indianapolis (and I barely have the guts to think about New York)...but today I starting thinking, why not somewhere on the West Coast? OK, it's just a thought. Not like I'm gonna pack up my bags and move out any time soon. Just saying.
OK, back to work! My morning meteorologist's last day is today and then she's taking a new job up north. Boo. But we want to have a great last show for her, so I better get crackin'!
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Football Friday
OK, so tomorrow is our first home football game, which means it's also the first time the band will perform in front of an actual audience...without stopping...no second tries. I'm actually a little nervous!!!
It's so different being a coach and just watching, rather than doing. I can't make the girls do something right or will them to remember all the steps. I just have to hope they get it all down!
Last night we ran what we have of the show all the way through on the field for the first time, and although some parts are still pretty rough, I have to say it's coming together. And the coolest part is seeing stuff that I made up coming to life in front of me! There's a section that I changed like 15 minutes before we ran the show, and when the girls finally got it, it looked sooo cool! It just made me so proud! And it's just that thrill of imagining something in your mind and then seeing it executed in real life by real people...awesome awesome.
Also, I just freaking love high school football games. Even though I'm totally too old now. I just love the atmosphere, because you KNOW everything is going down during the football game. Anything that's happening in high school, is happening in the stands of that stadium!
I will say I'm pretty sad that most of my HSM buddies are headed off to school. It's a good thing I've got color guard to keep me busy. OH! And I'm also helping my friend coach a middle school speech team (again, something I never participated in during junior high or high school, so I'm sure I'll learn a lot), and I'm glad those things will keep my free time structured. So that I don't just sleep all day.
OK, why am I still at work? I'm gonna go. While I still can, lol.
Until later!
It's so different being a coach and just watching, rather than doing. I can't make the girls do something right or will them to remember all the steps. I just have to hope they get it all down!
Last night we ran what we have of the show all the way through on the field for the first time, and although some parts are still pretty rough, I have to say it's coming together. And the coolest part is seeing stuff that I made up coming to life in front of me! There's a section that I changed like 15 minutes before we ran the show, and when the girls finally got it, it looked sooo cool! It just made me so proud! And it's just that thrill of imagining something in your mind and then seeing it executed in real life by real people...awesome awesome.
Also, I just freaking love high school football games. Even though I'm totally too old now. I just love the atmosphere, because you KNOW everything is going down during the football game. Anything that's happening in high school, is happening in the stands of that stadium!
I will say I'm pretty sad that most of my HSM buddies are headed off to school. It's a good thing I've got color guard to keep me busy. OH! And I'm also helping my friend coach a middle school speech team (again, something I never participated in during junior high or high school, so I'm sure I'll learn a lot), and I'm glad those things will keep my free time structured. So that I don't just sleep all day.
OK, why am I still at work? I'm gonna go. While I still can, lol.
Until later!
Friday, August 22, 2008
why fridays = magic
It's payday.
I got a new top for like 11 bucks at Gordman's that was EXACTLY what I was looking for.
I called Christina's this morning to see if I could get a hair appointment at super-short notice and got booked for the EXACT time I wanted.
I have a free massage this afternoon.
I have a full day and a fun evening planned with wonderful people, which means I'm going to have a blast AND sleep well tonight!
Annnnd it's payday.
Happy Friday! :)
I got a new top for like 11 bucks at Gordman's that was EXACTLY what I was looking for.
I called Christina's this morning to see if I could get a hair appointment at super-short notice and got booked for the EXACT time I wanted.
I have a free massage this afternoon.
I have a full day and a fun evening planned with wonderful people, which means I'm going to have a blast AND sleep well tonight!
Annnnd it's payday.
Happy Friday! :)
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
gas station guy
Yeeeahhh...
Tonight I had to fill up my car after coaching color guard in Monticello, so I just went to this gas station right across from where you turn in to get to the high school. And since I've been driving a lot, I thought I should probably check my oil. I used to do this every time I filled up, but I haven't done it in awhile...which was obvious tonight...but I'm getting ahead of myself.
OK, so I get out to start pumping gas when this guy pulls up in a suburban and parks at the pump on the other side of the pump station I'm at. And uh...he's cute. I mean, I'm just saying. I just may have happened to notice that. But whatever.
Well for some reason the little card thing isn't working at my pump, so I go inside to pre-pay. I come back out and start fueling, and pop the hood so I can check the oil. Now in the old days when I used to drive the little Neon, I used to pride myself in this a little because guys would always be like, "You need help?" to which I would say, "Nope" and easily open the hood to check the dipstick for my oil level...but in the red Grand Am, it's always hard to feel the little latch that opens the hood in front, so I am feeling around and finally I just crouch down to try and look for it...which obviously makes me look like a dumb blonde who has no clue what she's doing.
Re-enter cute surburban driver, who apparently had already walked back out of the station and hopped in his car to leave. He leans out of his window.
"You need help?"
Dang it.
"Uh...no--I mean, I just can never find the latch to lift the hood..."
Hot suburban dude parks, hops out of the car and comes over to help. Luckily I'm not a total idiot and I'm able to figure out how to get the hood up. Now that he's already out of the car and standing next to me.
"Thanks," I say as he helps me hold the hood while I get it propped up. He says it's no problem, gets back in his suburban, and pulls out of the station.
Alone again, I can't figure out what makes me feel more stupid...the fact that I looked like I didn't know what I was doing with my own car, or the fact that I didn't just stand back and let him help. Maybe I should have used that opportunity to strike up a conversation?
I just never want to be That Girl that makes people go, "she can't do anything for herself." But I don't know...Is it sometimes better to play the "oopsie, I don't get how this works" card, to accept a little help even if I shouldn't need it, especially in this case when he went out of his way (and out of his car) to give me a hand? Instead of proving how much I DO know? Maybe it wasn't about me looking like I didn't know what I was doing; maybe it was about him wanting to help? I don't know...
Not that it matters now...I can probably bet that I won't be seeing hot gas station guy again any time soon.
Dang it.
Tonight I had to fill up my car after coaching color guard in Monticello, so I just went to this gas station right across from where you turn in to get to the high school. And since I've been driving a lot, I thought I should probably check my oil. I used to do this every time I filled up, but I haven't done it in awhile...which was obvious tonight...but I'm getting ahead of myself.
OK, so I get out to start pumping gas when this guy pulls up in a suburban and parks at the pump on the other side of the pump station I'm at. And uh...he's cute. I mean, I'm just saying. I just may have happened to notice that. But whatever.
Well for some reason the little card thing isn't working at my pump, so I go inside to pre-pay. I come back out and start fueling, and pop the hood so I can check the oil. Now in the old days when I used to drive the little Neon, I used to pride myself in this a little because guys would always be like, "You need help?" to which I would say, "Nope" and easily open the hood to check the dipstick for my oil level...but in the red Grand Am, it's always hard to feel the little latch that opens the hood in front, so I am feeling around and finally I just crouch down to try and look for it...which obviously makes me look like a dumb blonde who has no clue what she's doing.
Re-enter cute surburban driver, who apparently had already walked back out of the station and hopped in his car to leave. He leans out of his window.
"You need help?"
Dang it.
"Uh...no--I mean, I just can never find the latch to lift the hood..."
Hot suburban dude parks, hops out of the car and comes over to help. Luckily I'm not a total idiot and I'm able to figure out how to get the hood up. Now that he's already out of the car and standing next to me.
"Thanks," I say as he helps me hold the hood while I get it propped up. He says it's no problem, gets back in his suburban, and pulls out of the station.
Alone again, I can't figure out what makes me feel more stupid...the fact that I looked like I didn't know what I was doing with my own car, or the fact that I didn't just stand back and let him help. Maybe I should have used that opportunity to strike up a conversation?
I just never want to be That Girl that makes people go, "she can't do anything for herself." But I don't know...Is it sometimes better to play the "oopsie, I don't get how this works" card, to accept a little help even if I shouldn't need it, especially in this case when he went out of his way (and out of his car) to give me a hand? Instead of proving how much I DO know? Maybe it wasn't about me looking like I didn't know what I was doing; maybe it was about him wanting to help? I don't know...
Not that it matters now...I can probably bet that I won't be seeing hot gas station guy again any time soon.
Dang it.
Monday, August 18, 2008
blogging at the lake...
There’s no internet connection up here, which is awesome, but my fingers are still itching to type, so I thought I’d just type up anything that came into my mind and post it on the blog later.
(Oh, and just a note…when I say that having no internet is awesome, I don’t mean that sarcastically. It really is nice.)
Being on vacation has been so nice! It’s Thursday night as I’m typing this, which means there are only a couple days left here at the Lake, but my vacation isn’t really over until Monday night when I have to go back into work. And I’m soaking up every minute.
Marla and I got in last Thursday evening; we made great time and Marla drove the whole way, giving me a chance to catch up on sleep. Although I did offer several times to drive—and I could’ve—I admit it was nice that Marls wanted to stick it out all 13 hours. I slept like a rock, too, which is unusual for me, because I hate trying to sleep in cars. I guess that’s what the graveyard shift does to you.
Friday was our first full day here, and we had beautiful weather. We spent the first couple of days laying out on the dock in the sun. Friday when I put my headphones in and put my mp3 player on random, vacation took over my playlist. It was amazing! All of the songs about relaxing, summer time, and so on. I don’t even remember what they all were…one was “Fabulous” from HSM 2, one was “Summer Breeze” by Seals & Crofts.
The weather has been so great; we’ve only had two rainy days and even on those days I went fishing with Dad. Wednesday was one of the rainy days, and all of us girls (Mamaw, Mom, Marla and me) drove down to “town” –a good hour away—to Virginia’s mall for some shopping. I got a long sweater that will be so perfect for Purdue football games! I’m already pumped about tailgating and going to the games. I never (literally, never) got to tailgate in college because I was always busy recruiting, or we’d have a Purduettes show. So this year Mom and Dad have season tickets for all of us and we’re going to tailgate, and in meeting the Habbens this summer I learned that they are hard-core tailgaters too, so I’m looking forward to having another excuse to see more of that wonderful family! Speaking of which, I called in to Lafayette Wednesday while I was at the mall with cell phone reception and as of that day, everything is fine at my apartment, and Fish is still alive! When I get back, my boy-buddies will be on vacation, so hopefully I’ll have time to catch up with some of the girls before they all head off to school.
Right now I’m typing this and it’s just about an hour until my twenty-fourth birthday. I’m 24. That’s insane. I think it makes my dad feel old, because he asked me how old I was going to be and then he just shook his head in disbelief. Mom and I baked a cake tonight and we’ll ice it in the morning; I think she even got candles! It’s really cool to be up here on my birthday—we used to have my birthday up here all the time and then school just came too early to make that work anymore. Tomorrow is our last day, and then Sunday morning we all drive home. I told Marla I’d drive the whole way, since she made the whole trip up. But I hope that means I get to choose the music most of the time. Marla doesn’t seem to like my music…any of it. Even if I pick something I think she’s going to like (which is a lot), she says, “Ugh, I’m so sick of that song.” It’s OK. It’s just hit-and-miss but I’m guessing she’ll sleep a lot of the time so if I want to listen to Broadway songs or Ashley Tisdale or something, she won’t be awake to hear it. I’m sure it’ll be fine no matter what! Plus she can always listen to her iPod.
OH!!! Speaking of music...we went to church tonight and they had a sort of praise band to do the music during the service, which was outdoors with a barbeque afterwards. This group has probably six or seven people, all dressed in khakis and denim shirts (always classy) with their names on the front and the group’s name, “Second Chance,” embroidered on the back! And during the dinner they played a set of oldies and country songs, but the way they all sang, it was like something straight out of “A Mighty Wind,” or those SNL skits Will Farrell and Ana Gastyer used to do about the middle school music teachers. It was the stuff sketch comedy dreams are made of. So funny.
OK, I think that’s about it. Everyone’s in bed. It’ll be my birthday in Indiana in eight minutes, but here in the Land of 1,000 Lakes I have to wait another hour. I’m gonna edit some video and go to bed.
Until later!
(Oh, and just a note…when I say that having no internet is awesome, I don’t mean that sarcastically. It really is nice.)
Being on vacation has been so nice! It’s Thursday night as I’m typing this, which means there are only a couple days left here at the Lake, but my vacation isn’t really over until Monday night when I have to go back into work. And I’m soaking up every minute.
Marla and I got in last Thursday evening; we made great time and Marla drove the whole way, giving me a chance to catch up on sleep. Although I did offer several times to drive—and I could’ve—I admit it was nice that Marls wanted to stick it out all 13 hours. I slept like a rock, too, which is unusual for me, because I hate trying to sleep in cars. I guess that’s what the graveyard shift does to you.
Friday was our first full day here, and we had beautiful weather. We spent the first couple of days laying out on the dock in the sun. Friday when I put my headphones in and put my mp3 player on random, vacation took over my playlist. It was amazing! All of the songs about relaxing, summer time, and so on. I don’t even remember what they all were…one was “Fabulous” from HSM 2, one was “Summer Breeze” by Seals & Crofts.
The weather has been so great; we’ve only had two rainy days and even on those days I went fishing with Dad. Wednesday was one of the rainy days, and all of us girls (Mamaw, Mom, Marla and me) drove down to “town” –a good hour away—to Virginia’s mall for some shopping. I got a long sweater that will be so perfect for Purdue football games! I’m already pumped about tailgating and going to the games. I never (literally, never) got to tailgate in college because I was always busy recruiting, or we’d have a Purduettes show. So this year Mom and Dad have season tickets for all of us and we’re going to tailgate, and in meeting the Habbens this summer I learned that they are hard-core tailgaters too, so I’m looking forward to having another excuse to see more of that wonderful family! Speaking of which, I called in to Lafayette Wednesday while I was at the mall with cell phone reception and as of that day, everything is fine at my apartment, and Fish is still alive! When I get back, my boy-buddies will be on vacation, so hopefully I’ll have time to catch up with some of the girls before they all head off to school.
Right now I’m typing this and it’s just about an hour until my twenty-fourth birthday. I’m 24. That’s insane. I think it makes my dad feel old, because he asked me how old I was going to be and then he just shook his head in disbelief. Mom and I baked a cake tonight and we’ll ice it in the morning; I think she even got candles! It’s really cool to be up here on my birthday—we used to have my birthday up here all the time and then school just came too early to make that work anymore. Tomorrow is our last day, and then Sunday morning we all drive home. I told Marla I’d drive the whole way, since she made the whole trip up. But I hope that means I get to choose the music most of the time. Marla doesn’t seem to like my music…any of it. Even if I pick something I think she’s going to like (which is a lot), she says, “Ugh, I’m so sick of that song.” It’s OK. It’s just hit-and-miss but I’m guessing she’ll sleep a lot of the time so if I want to listen to Broadway songs or Ashley Tisdale or something, she won’t be awake to hear it. I’m sure it’ll be fine no matter what! Plus she can always listen to her iPod.
OH!!! Speaking of music...we went to church tonight and they had a sort of praise band to do the music during the service, which was outdoors with a barbeque afterwards. This group has probably six or seven people, all dressed in khakis and denim shirts (always classy) with their names on the front and the group’s name, “Second Chance,” embroidered on the back! And during the dinner they played a set of oldies and country songs, but the way they all sang, it was like something straight out of “A Mighty Wind,” or those SNL skits Will Farrell and Ana Gastyer used to do about the middle school music teachers. It was the stuff sketch comedy dreams are made of. So funny.
OK, I think that’s about it. Everyone’s in bed. It’ll be my birthday in Indiana in eight minutes, but here in the Land of 1,000 Lakes I have to wait another hour. I’m gonna edit some video and go to bed.
Until later!
Saturday, August 2, 2008
scratching an itch
I feel really bad writing this.
I'm getting that itchy feeling of being on or near the edge of the dating world again. And I can't really explain it in a way that makes more sense. It's like, I feel like I'm getting dragged back there...and I'm like, "Oh God..." You know? I dunno. It's like a roller coaster--one of the ones where your feet are dangling, and there's nothing holding you in but that little seat with the harness, and you have to ride the whole thing upside down and backwards--it's like one of those roller coasters, and the people you're at the amusement park with are like, "Let's all ride it!" and you're like, "You guys ride, I'll watch and take pictures!" But they like, REALLY really want you to go with them, and even though you know it would probably be fun to go with everyone else, you still REALLY really feel like no one could ever pay you enough money to get on that ride.
So it's like, I just get this itchy feeling that people are starting to realize I'm single, and have been for awhile. But it's like, people sort of assume at that point that you're ready to jump back in or you're looking, or waiting, for something to happen. But I'm REALLY not. And it's not like anyone has really asked me out recently or anything, but...aggh I don't know how to explain it. It's just -- and I do NOT mean this to sound at all conceited -- but I keep worrying that someone's going to try to ask me on a date, and even though I know it would probably be fun, I just feel like I REALLY really don't wanna. I mean, in case anyone asks. Which they're not. But gah! I still feel itchy. And I just had to get that off my chest.
Sorry it doesn't make any sense! Whatever!!!!!!!
I'm getting that itchy feeling of being on or near the edge of the dating world again. And I can't really explain it in a way that makes more sense. It's like, I feel like I'm getting dragged back there...and I'm like, "Oh God..." You know? I dunno. It's like a roller coaster--one of the ones where your feet are dangling, and there's nothing holding you in but that little seat with the harness, and you have to ride the whole thing upside down and backwards--it's like one of those roller coasters, and the people you're at the amusement park with are like, "Let's all ride it!" and you're like, "You guys ride, I'll watch and take pictures!" But they like, REALLY really want you to go with them, and even though you know it would probably be fun to go with everyone else, you still REALLY really feel like no one could ever pay you enough money to get on that ride.
So it's like, I just get this itchy feeling that people are starting to realize I'm single, and have been for awhile. But it's like, people sort of assume at that point that you're ready to jump back in or you're looking, or waiting, for something to happen. But I'm REALLY not. And it's not like anyone has really asked me out recently or anything, but...aggh I don't know how to explain it. It's just -- and I do NOT mean this to sound at all conceited -- but I keep worrying that someone's going to try to ask me on a date, and even though I know it would probably be fun, I just feel like I REALLY really don't wanna. I mean, in case anyone asks. Which they're not. But gah! I still feel itchy. And I just had to get that off my chest.
Sorry it doesn't make any sense! Whatever!!!!!!!
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