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Let it Hail

It hailed for a little while here. It was kind of cool actually. Little pellets of frozen water collecting on the windowsill outside my office. And since we're on the third floor (top floor), I could also hear the rat-a-tat of water and hail on the roof. Cool stuff. There's a break in the clouds now. I can see bits of brilliant blue through the gray fluff. This weekend looks good. That's a relief. It seems everytime I've ever moved, it has rained. This weekend looks different though and that's good. I can handle partly cloudy, 60 degree weather. Yes. Yes I can.

I didn't know what else to call this. I just go my head bit off for not notifying someone a meeting for this morning had been cancelled. I had found out 5 minutes before the beheading that the meeting was off. I'm not even in charge of setting up the meeting, getting together its agenda and making sure there's enough people to have a meeting. On the otherhand, it should be my responsibility. See.. it's a Media Management meeting. Media is my specialty. I worked with them, I wrote news, and I know what makes news. Somehow this responsibility was never given to me (managing the Media Managment meeting). It boggles me. I don't know how to go to the person who is now "in charge" of it to say that I want to take it over, that it should be my responsibility, and etc. Hm.

That's just one of many things I would like to grump about, but I'll leave the others as they are.. for now.


I'm starting to feel a little better abou…
Great Minds?

Yesterday, Jenny and I had the same idea about what to do with this Autumn weather. It's nice to know there's someone out there who likes the same comfy things. Besides my mom that is.


I will not panic. I won't. Don't Panic. Not working.

Our house is not done. After peeling away the ancient layers of wallpaper we discovered... brown board. That didn't mean much to me.. or Matt, but apparently it's not a good thing. It means the walls upstairs (and downstairs?) were not finished off with dry wall. So now Matt's dad is going to stipple the wall. I guess it's like a concrete wall compound or something. Whatever it is, it will help our walls stay up in place. That's good. Only our bedroom is really stripped of wallpaper. That's bad. The bathroom isn't done and that includes painting and putting up the shower thingy on the stand-alone tub. That's bad. We have to move this weekend. That's bad. We have…
My Work Mug

It's a rather ordinary thing. Honestly.. it is. It was given to me for Christmas (I believe) sometime in High School by my friend Anne. It's white with a black/pink/green floral pattern on it. Made in China is stamped on the bottom. Quite ordinary. I just decided to study it a little today. Maybe it's the fact that out of all the mugs I have, the one from Anne was the one I chose to bring to work. Wonder what that says about me? I have all sorts of cool mugs I could display. And an even more cool potteryware mug from Earthtones that Anne and Sean recently gave me (a housewarming mug), but a simple mug was what I brought to work. Maybe I'm being over analytical.


Autumn came without much fanfare. Maybe it was due to the 70 degree weather we had this weekend. I was rather wrapped up in other things, like moving and work. My mind is about to implode with the thought of either. That's alright. It will all settle as it should (I hope). T…
Religion: Part Two

I alluded to my issues with believing in a God, but I have a sneaky feeling there may be one. The only reason for this is related to some "other" life experiences I have had. I'm reluctant to speak about them since I don't want half my friends thinking I'm nuts and the other half to roll their eyes and think "here she goes again!"

I've never been a firm believer in ghosts or spirits. It was always one of those passing, oh-maybe-there-is-such-a-thing, but it was more an interest while growing up than actual belief. This was until my senior year in college. A number of things happened then and in the year following that made me sure that we are not entirely alone. And based on those experiences and other things, I cannot be absolutely certain that there isn't a God. Rather frustrating because I'd like to be a straight out and out athiest, but that agnostic in me comes skipping along and says, "Hey.. but what if…

I'm still fighting organized religion.. for myself I mean. I occassionally let myself be drawn into those Internet quizes. The latest one tells me I'm 100% Unitarian Universalist. I tried that for a month last year. I didn't like getting up early on Sundays to go to service at 10:30am. Plus, it's such a small "faith" group and no one really was my age. I felt almost more uncomfortable there than I did when I was a Catholic (recovering now). My college years tend to amuse me when I think of them in relation to religion. For a time during my sophomore year I started reading more about Wiccan and paganism. My junior year I found To Ride a Silver Broomstick by Raven Silverhawk(?) at the college library. I think that convinced me that maybe paganism wasn't the way for me. I just have a hard time with that God(esses) thing. I did mention to Matt B. once that a certain sermon I heard was beautiful enough that if I had to choose a religion tha…
To Remember...

I decided to take a part of today, the National Day of Prayer and Remembrance, to start writing about this week's tragedy. I couldn't earlier and put the news box up to accomodate for that fact. So much has happened.

Everyone says you will remember exactly where you were when you first heard the news. I'm going to start with the first moment I heard that the Murrah Building had been bombed in Oklahoma in 1995. I was in London, England with the Rochester Philharmonic Youth Orchestra. As I descended the hotel staircase into the lobby, my chaperone held up a newspaper that had a picture of the devastated building on the front. On the plane ride back (which was delayed 3 hours due to police taking a possible suspect into custody) we watched the horror on the television screen. It's funny how that compares with six years later.

On Tuesday morning, I was waiting for the elevator to take me down to the print shop. I heard two security guards talking abou…
This numbness. I want to write something, but I really don't know what I will write. I had lots of thoughts yesterday. It was so hard to watch the footage yet I couldn't draw myself away. In a funny twist, I realized how thankful I am not to be a news reporter right now. I couldn't deal with covering this. The detachment.

I'll post more later possibly. It's just too much to think about right now. And there is a lot of local things (on my end) to talk about. I hope you're all well and safe... if you're not, may safety find you or at least ultimate comfort.

Twin Weblogger

Apparently, this is my weblogger twin. After him it's this guy, and rounding out the top three is *cheers* Meg. I have to go read the other two before I decide how I feel about being twins ;-) with them. Oh yeah, go here to find out who is your weblogger twin.


Another week. There's a lot of meetings this week. There's a lot of meetings next week. I'm just not going to think about this fact for the moment. Instead, I'll think about sleeping in tomorrow morning because of the evening meeting I have tonight. And then I'll think about sleeping in Wednesday morning because of the summit I have to go to tomorrow night.. and then.. Well, you get the picture. I live to sleep in. And that's especially since I can't leave early. *heh*
Quiet Sunday

It's 9:18am and I'm awake. It's amazing what working during the day, getting older, and changing sleeping patterns do to you. A mere 5 months ago, 9:18am would have seemed like the earliest time of day. And the thought of getting up at 7am would be terrifying. Now I can barely stay awake past 11pm and getting up at 8:30am is not too horrible (that's on the weekends mind you). *grins*


Matt and I went door-to-door with my boss yesterday. It was hot, sunny and muggy. I actually got sunburned on my face and probably a little sun on my arms. I think that's funny only because we're into September now. As if the temperature is not allowed to exceed 75 degrees once you pass the first of the month. Me and my funny weather rules!

The campaigning experience wasn't bad. I got to see some streets in Jamestown I had never been down before. We really only ran into 2 people that were not enthused to see us on their doorstep and only …

Matt and I just got back a little while ago from seeing Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back in Warren, PA. It boggles my mind that we can got to Warren (much smaller than Jamestown) to see a new movie, but can't see it in any theatre here in Chautauqua County!! Well.. we could have gone to the new Drive-In, but it wasn't open tonight. But this is all besides the point.

This movie kicked ass! Now I know there's gotta be someone that reads this that now has a lower opinion of me, but that person probably hasn't watched all of Kevin Smith's movies. I have. In fact, I was lucky enough while I was dorming it at Buffalo State to see Clerks, Mallrats, and Chasing Amy on repeat for a week on the college movie channel. What heaven. I don't know if I should cringe when I think of how much I related to Alyssa in Chasing Amy after I saw that movie. At the same time, there was some momentous stuff that went on right after I saw that movie, but I won't say mu…
I'm a Sim

I created a Sim version of myself last night. Matt had bought the game and somehow got me to create a character (and house). Well, just like me.. my sim character will sit and read forever. Matt said he never saw a sim character sit that long before! I seem to have trouble keeping up my comfort and energy levels, but that's ok. I also think it's funny that the one person in the neighborhood I've met and become friends with is Matt's version of himself (as a sim). Funny, eh? Kind of what happened when I moved to Jamestown. Matt was my first friend (unless you count my wacky next-door neighbor Jen who I avoided sometimes just because she was too happy for words!)

First Day of School

All the kiddies are back in school. I would cheer about that if it weren't for the fact that my mom is a teacher. She's going into this school year rather apprehensively. I think this will be the last school year she teaches full-time. It will be subbing from he…
Warmth of Autumn

We're heading into my favourite time of the year: Autumn. I even went by Autumn for awhile on's photochats way back in 1998. I probably can still log in as such if I tried *grins*

There are several days that stick in my head that distinctly remind me of autumn. Some of them were at the end of August/beginning of September and another was in November. The November memory is an unusual one. I was a Junior in High School at the time. My friends (Karen, Kelley, Sarah and someone else.. I can't remember at the moment) and I were playing "contact tennis" during gym class. It was quite warm out for an autumn day (I think it got into the 70s) and the sun made the changing leaves glow. The orange, reds and yellows were absolutely stunning. I remember thinking at the time that this was pure heaven and how I wished we could have stayed out there all day... savoring every bit. I knew it couldn't last and I have to quote something from …
The Shoes

I got to go on my shoe shopping bonanza Friday afternoon. I only bought 3 pairs and they will replace the beat-up versions I had before. It's amazing how you can wear out a pair of black heels in just 4 months. Even my mom concurred that it was time for a new pair. So here's what I got: plain black heel by Naturalizer, a dressier black loafer by Naturalizer, and brown loafers by Tommy Hilfiger. Mind you, I go for look, size and price.. never brand. All 3 cost me $40 each. That's quite a hefty final price tag, but I have such difficulty finding shoes to fit that it's worth it. Oh yeah.. we got all of this at the DSW shoe warehouse. *sighs* LOVE that place.
One More Time!

I thought I had forgotten how to dance. Then I saw the Victoria's Secret commerical for Body by Victoria while I was at home. With "One More Time" by Daft Punk bouncing in the background, this model swung her hair around and got her groove on while sitting on a chair in some lingerie. Go figure. It inspired me to re-discover my inner dancer. The next hour or so after that (since my parents were at a wedding) I danced my way around the living room, through the kitchen and into the family room. There's something magical about tossing my hair around and my hips keeping time with whatever was on WBER. I actually feel my age of 24 and not the middle-age grump that I sometimes become as a result of work).

I think I must create a dance mix and keep this vibrant feeling of life burning within me. I've just been too serious lately.
Memory Sponge

I decided I'm the memory keeper within my group of friends. Not to say that they all don't remember stuff, but it seems like my memory triggers are more touchy, so I can remember stuff more easily. *shrugs* It's cool, but sometimes not. For instance: I was really bummed out about coming back to Jamestown. I had seen several friends these past few days and wasn't willing just yet to totally let go of being in Rochester for the 3 days I spent there. Part of that wasn't helped by the fact that I saw my friend Brian for the first time since high school graduation. I'm not kidding you. He was right before me in the alphabet, so after that ceremony.. that was it for six years. SIX YEARS! Can you fucking believe that? Hm. So I'm experiencing a whole whirlwind of emotions at the moment. One of the really cool "alone" moments I had while home was going to the Genesee River Fishing Access at the end of St. Paul Blvd. Friday night.…