Asking for a sign ... and getting it!
I read on a 1111 message board that if you ask your angels out loud for a sign as to what you're supposed to be doing, you'll get one. So before I went out to take a walk I asked. I also asked for it to be fairly obvious because I can be kind of lame sometimes. ;) Well, I'd walked for a while and nothing. Then, all of a sudden, a car went by with the license plate 3399 and a thought hit my head. I thought: Maybe my purpose is just to be a happy person and spread that happiness around. So I'm running that thought through my head and I saw a couple more double digit license plates and a real estate sign with a double digit phone number. I said, yep, this is yet, looked at the house I was walking past & the address was 44. The rest of the way to the mini mart I saw a few more double & triple digit license plates. The few hundred feet of road that leads to the mini mart the cars were parked so I couldn't see the license plates & I was walking the opposite direction of the traffic so I couldn't see those that were driving by. But as I was walking I was still questioning the sign & I said "I need more." I left the mini mart & 8 of the 10 the parked cars I had just walked by had double or triple digit license plates. So I started counting all the cars & those with double & triple numbers. Out of the 300 cars I saw 240 had double or triple license plate numbers. I'm no mathematical genius but even I know that's a mathematical impossibility. I was even more sure when I walked through my front door at 1:11. And I looked at the clock when I typed "mathematical impossibility." 1:22.
So now I know. Be a happy person. That's it. Simple as that. It's not always so simple for me, but if that's my purpose I'm going to give it my best shot.
Thank you Angels!!!
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
1111, 4444 & more
I don't remember exactly when "the numbers" started haunting me, but I became aware of it in 2002. It started with 111 and 1111. I always meant to look it up on the Internet but never got around to it. Then 3 weeks ago, on 6/6, Steve had a dream and there was a 111 in it. I told him about my 111 thing. He told me I should look it up, so I did. That's when I found out about lightworkers. (More on that later.)
Ever since then I've been even more aware of numbers, and I see them everywhere!. I've also been connecting certain events in my past to the path I'm currently on. The first thing I can recall is when I was 5 years old. The name I was born with was Ann Louise Sweeney. I was never comfortable with that name. I hated being called "Ann Louise," which is what I was called for a long time (because there was another Anne in the neighborhood). I always said I "needed" to add an "e" to my name. (By the way ... it's not pronounced "Annie." It's pronounced like "Ann.") When I registered for high school I was able to officially change my first name to Anne. Anne Sweeney has 11 letters in it, as does "Anne with an E."
That's just the beginning of it. The most recent thing happened yesterday. I was talking to someone about "the number thing" and how cool it was & I also posted on a message board about seeing double digits everywhere. After that I saw 88 & 22 everywhere I looked ... phone numbers, license plates, addresses, signs. I said out loud to the person I was with "Eight & two must be the numbers of the day." Just then we pulled up behind a car with a license plate 8822.
Steve isn't quite sure if he believes my number thing. Well, yesterday he told me about a dream he had that I was in. Among other things, I was eating Chinese food. Nothing strange about that, right? Well, I hadn't told him I had plans to go out with a friend last night ... to a Chinese place. And, as he ended the e-mail he said "No weird number stuff." As I was replying, I noticed the time he sent the e-mail. 5:44:44. Coincidence? I think not.
Two weekends ago I was looking for numbers because when I see them I feel so good. I hadn't seen any for a while (as we were driving along a country road) & was getting kind of depressed. In my head I said "C'mon angels." I looked at a farm house that had a plastic angel hanging on the side of it. Just as we drove by, the angel tipped in my direction as if it was waving at me!
There's this guy I've been thinking about for a few weeks ... not in a romantic way. I just can't get him out of my head, and I haven't seen him in about 15 years. Well, two weekends ago I was in the town he lives in (where I lived when we became friends) and the feeling that I needed to get in touch with him was so strong I almost couldn't stand it. I wanted to call him, but he's not listed in the phone book. When I got home, I thought about calling him at the bar he used to hang out at. I Googled the name of the bar. The first result that came up wasn't that bar, but another one with the same name in a different city. The city's zip code is 44444. Two days ago I opened up a phone book to the page with his last name on it. His name starts with an "L." I was looking for a name that starts with "V." I hoping that when I go back to his town this weekend I run into him or someone who knows him. I just know there's a reason we're supposed to talk.
One more thing before I stop (for now): For a while now I've been wanting to get involved in a local theater group but didn't really have the time, and I was a little scared. Well, they were doing "Godspell" a few weeks ago. When I heard that's what they were doing I felt compelled to get involved. I did PR for them and wrote a feature story for local media. What's "Godspell" about? The light of the world!
There's so much more I want to and need to write about this. But I'm going to end this by saying I finally feel as if my life has meaning and I know what my life path is. And I know I'm not alone. It's a good, good feeling.
I don't remember exactly when "the numbers" started haunting me, but I became aware of it in 2002. It started with 111 and 1111. I always meant to look it up on the Internet but never got around to it. Then 3 weeks ago, on 6/6, Steve had a dream and there was a 111 in it. I told him about my 111 thing. He told me I should look it up, so I did. That's when I found out about lightworkers. (More on that later.)
Ever since then I've been even more aware of numbers, and I see them everywhere!. I've also been connecting certain events in my past to the path I'm currently on. The first thing I can recall is when I was 5 years old. The name I was born with was Ann Louise Sweeney. I was never comfortable with that name. I hated being called "Ann Louise," which is what I was called for a long time (because there was another Anne in the neighborhood). I always said I "needed" to add an "e" to my name. (By the way ... it's not pronounced "Annie." It's pronounced like "Ann.") When I registered for high school I was able to officially change my first name to Anne. Anne Sweeney has 11 letters in it, as does "Anne with an E."
That's just the beginning of it. The most recent thing happened yesterday. I was talking to someone about "the number thing" and how cool it was & I also posted on a message board about seeing double digits everywhere. After that I saw 88 & 22 everywhere I looked ... phone numbers, license plates, addresses, signs. I said out loud to the person I was with "Eight & two must be the numbers of the day." Just then we pulled up behind a car with a license plate 8822.
Steve isn't quite sure if he believes my number thing. Well, yesterday he told me about a dream he had that I was in. Among other things, I was eating Chinese food. Nothing strange about that, right? Well, I hadn't told him I had plans to go out with a friend last night ... to a Chinese place. And, as he ended the e-mail he said "No weird number stuff." As I was replying, I noticed the time he sent the e-mail. 5:44:44. Coincidence? I think not.
Two weekends ago I was looking for numbers because when I see them I feel so good. I hadn't seen any for a while (as we were driving along a country road) & was getting kind of depressed. In my head I said "C'mon angels." I looked at a farm house that had a plastic angel hanging on the side of it. Just as we drove by, the angel tipped in my direction as if it was waving at me!
There's this guy I've been thinking about for a few weeks ... not in a romantic way. I just can't get him out of my head, and I haven't seen him in about 15 years. Well, two weekends ago I was in the town he lives in (where I lived when we became friends) and the feeling that I needed to get in touch with him was so strong I almost couldn't stand it. I wanted to call him, but he's not listed in the phone book. When I got home, I thought about calling him at the bar he used to hang out at. I Googled the name of the bar. The first result that came up wasn't that bar, but another one with the same name in a different city. The city's zip code is 44444. Two days ago I opened up a phone book to the page with his last name on it. His name starts with an "L." I was looking for a name that starts with "V." I hoping that when I go back to his town this weekend I run into him or someone who knows him. I just know there's a reason we're supposed to talk.
One more thing before I stop (for now): For a while now I've been wanting to get involved in a local theater group but didn't really have the time, and I was a little scared. Well, they were doing "Godspell" a few weeks ago. When I heard that's what they were doing I felt compelled to get involved. I did PR for them and wrote a feature story for local media. What's "Godspell" about? The light of the world!
There's so much more I want to and need to write about this. But I'm going to end this by saying I finally feel as if my life has meaning and I know what my life path is. And I know I'm not alone. It's a good, good feeling.
Wednesday Whatevers
1. Does time pass by too quickly?
Sometimes. Sometimes it drags.
2. Can money buy happiness?
Nope
3. Is freedom of speech a privilege or a right?
It's a right ... and don't let anyone take it away from you!
1. Does time pass by too quickly?
Sometimes. Sometimes it drags.
2. Can money buy happiness?
Nope
3. Is freedom of speech a privilege or a right?
It's a right ... and don't let anyone take it away from you!
What's on ... Right now?
What's On your desktop Right Now?
A picture of a rose that Steve took in New Zealand :)
What's On your desktop Right Now?
A picture of a rose that Steve took in New Zealand :)
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Hands Down
I don't know why I'm so into Dashboard Confessional lately, and especially this song. Actually, I do kinda know why I'm so into this song. *sigh*
"Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep
This air is blessed, you share with me ...
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
So won't you kill me, so I die happy
My heart is yours, to fill or burst
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer ....
Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
The dim of the soft lights ...
And you kissed me like you meant it
And I knew that you meant it"
Those lyrics say it all. I wish I'd written them. They're perfect.
I don't know why I'm so into Dashboard Confessional lately, and especially this song. Actually, I do kinda know why I'm so into this song. *sigh*
"Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep
This air is blessed, you share with me ...
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
So won't you kill me, so I die happy
My heart is yours, to fill or burst
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer ....
Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
The dim of the soft lights ...
And you kissed me like you meant it
And I knew that you meant it"
Those lyrics say it all. I wish I'd written them. They're perfect.
Sunday, June 20, 2004
Sunday Stuff
The First Four
What are the first four things you think of when I say:
Angels
1.1111
2.guardian
3.heavenly
4.light
The First Four
What are the first four things you think of when I say:
Angels
1.1111
2.guardian
3.heavenly
4.light
I say ... and you think ... ?
- Abundance:: Wealth
- Casino:: Seneca Allegany
- Shell:: & Co.
- Overpriced:: gasoline
- Cancellation:: reservation
- Eternal:: light
- Lyrics:: song*
- Faith:: belief
- Because:: reason
- Wimp:: wuss
*The lyrics that are stuck in my head right now are:
You are the light of the world!
You are the light of the world!
But if that light is under a bushel,
Brrr, it's lost something kind of crucial
You got to stay bright to be the light of the world
You are the salt of the earth
You are the salt of the earth
But if that salt has lost its flavor
It ain't got much in its favor
You can't have that fault and be the salt of the earth!
So let your light so shine before men
Let your light so shine
So that they might know some kindness again
We all need help to feel fine (let's have some wine!)
You are the city of God
You are the city of God
But if that city's on a hill
It's kinda hard to hide it well
You've got to stay pretty in the city of God
You are the light of the world
You are the light of the world
But the tallest candlestick
Ain't much good without a wick
You've got to live right to be the light of the world
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Feeling Better
Thanks to Cherry and Deb for the kind words and offers of help. Your comments helped more than I can say. <3
I also feel better because I showed up in a dream of one of the previously blogged-about guys. It wasn't like a sex dream or anything but, hey, I was there.
The third reason I feel better is that one of my editors said some really cool stuff to me today. First, she wanted to make sure my "talent" wasn't being wasted by doing the mundane tasks part-timers are asked to do. She also said they need someone like me who knows how to do a real story. After reading & answering that note, I realized I didn't thank her for telling me I have talent. After I did, she sent me a note saying "Of course you have talent, kiddo! I'm so happy you're back." That sure feels good when it comes from the woman who inspired me to go into journalism in the first place.
Reason number four I'm in a good mood: I lost another pound (finally!). 116 and counting ... and there's not that much more to count. That reminds me of a funny story. There's this guy I've been friends with since second grade. We have a totally harmless, never-going-anywhere, we-know-it's-just-for-fun flirting thing going on. Well, he hasn't seen me in months and months. At least he thinks he hasn't. He sees me almost everyday when I'm walking and he's driving by. I wave but he never waves back, which isn't like him at all. He usually goes out of his way to wave or talk to me. So, all I can assume is that he doesn't recognize me which, in this case, is a good thing. I'm waiting for the day when we meet face to face somewhere & he realizes the woman whose butt he's been checking out instead of waving to is me. *giggle*
Reason number five: I got to write a cool story on Tuesday about my friend who is a bug up the city's butt. I loved writing stories about stuff he was doing five years ago. It's still fun, although it's a bit difficult for me to remain objective. Then today, I got to write another cool story about another friend. It's a Father's Day feature concentrating on him being a single parent foster father. I hope he likes it.
Reason number six: I got to see two of my nephews this morning. They're too cute for words. I get to see them, and their big brother, again this weekend.
I know there are more reasons I'm feeling better ... aside from the chemicals switching from the depressive side of my brain to the manic side (Sometimes I swear I'm bipolar.) ... but I can't think of them right now.
I need to get some sleep because I have an interview in 9 hours. It'll be fun. It's about George Blaisdell, the founder of Zippo Manufacturing Co. I loved Mr. Blaisdell. He truly was a wonderful man in every sense of the word. Any story I get to write about him is fun.
Nighty-night. <3
Thanks to Cherry and Deb for the kind words and offers of help. Your comments helped more than I can say. <3
I also feel better because I showed up in a dream of one of the previously blogged-about guys. It wasn't like a sex dream or anything but, hey, I was there.
The third reason I feel better is that one of my editors said some really cool stuff to me today. First, she wanted to make sure my "talent" wasn't being wasted by doing the mundane tasks part-timers are asked to do. She also said they need someone like me who knows how to do a real story. After reading & answering that note, I realized I didn't thank her for telling me I have talent. After I did, she sent me a note saying "Of course you have talent, kiddo! I'm so happy you're back." That sure feels good when it comes from the woman who inspired me to go into journalism in the first place.
Reason number four I'm in a good mood: I lost another pound (finally!). 116 and counting ... and there's not that much more to count. That reminds me of a funny story. There's this guy I've been friends with since second grade. We have a totally harmless, never-going-anywhere, we-know-it's-just-for-fun flirting thing going on. Well, he hasn't seen me in months and months. At least he thinks he hasn't. He sees me almost everyday when I'm walking and he's driving by. I wave but he never waves back, which isn't like him at all. He usually goes out of his way to wave or talk to me. So, all I can assume is that he doesn't recognize me which, in this case, is a good thing. I'm waiting for the day when we meet face to face somewhere & he realizes the woman whose butt he's been checking out instead of waving to is me. *giggle*
Reason number five: I got to write a cool story on Tuesday about my friend who is a bug up the city's butt. I loved writing stories about stuff he was doing five years ago. It's still fun, although it's a bit difficult for me to remain objective. Then today, I got to write another cool story about another friend. It's a Father's Day feature concentrating on him being a single parent foster father. I hope he likes it.
Reason number six: I got to see two of my nephews this morning. They're too cute for words. I get to see them, and their big brother, again this weekend.
I know there are more reasons I'm feeling better ... aside from the chemicals switching from the depressive side of my brain to the manic side (Sometimes I swear I'm bipolar.) ... but I can't think of them right now.
I need to get some sleep because I have an interview in 9 hours. It'll be fun. It's about George Blaisdell, the founder of Zippo Manufacturing Co. I loved Mr. Blaisdell. He truly was a wonderful man in every sense of the word. Any story I get to write about him is fun.
Nighty-night. <3
Sunday, June 13, 2004
Unconscious Mutterings
- Colorblind:: nothing, nada, zip; I'm drawing a blank
- Shallow:: Deep
- Erotica:: Sexy stories I wish I could write better
- Figment:: of your imagination
- Eviction:: notice
- Composed:: wrote
- Chill:: The Big
- Girl:: Boy
- California:: Bloggin' (along with a bazillion other things including I miss it & wish I was there right now)
- Bond:: James
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Self-destructive
I don't know exactly what's come over me the last few days. It's some kind of depression. Something I haven't felt in almost 2 years. Ya know, some people drink when they feel this way. Some people cut themselves. Some people get high. I eat. That's all I've done all day. I think I've eaten more carbs today than I have in the last six months combined. I feel like crap but I don't want to stop. I did stop anyway though. But what am I doing now? Drinking Jim Beam & Lime Diet Coke, despite the fact I know the caffeine will keep me awake all night. I don't fucking care. Right now I don't fucking care about anything ... except getting a prescription for Zoloft or something if this keeps up. I know I can't deal with another "sex & suicide" chapter in my life. The last time I felt this way sex & suicide were the only two things I ever thought about. The worst part of it was thinking about sex made me sad while thinking about suicide calmed me down. I guess now I'm glad I couldn't decide how I wanted to do it. Except for the last few days, I'm basically a happy person. My life is pretty darn good right now under the circumstances. So why am I so unhappy? I wish I knew. I wish I could pull myself out of this. Maybe an extra long walk tomorrow will help. Get those endorphins flowing. Get me on a natural high. We'll see. For now, I'm glad I only had enough Diet Coke left for one drink. The carb hangover I had this morning was bad enough. I don't need a Jim Beam hangover. Tomorrow I'm going to try to be happy. I really am. No matter what. Yeah. Right. I'm already wondering what's going to stand in my way. This really sucks. People have called me a lot of things in my life but "pessimist" was never one of them. Maybe I just hide it too well. I think I'm afraid no one will care if I'm sad so I rarely tell people when I am. No one caring would be worse than being sad. I'm usually the person who tries to cheer up other people. I'm always telling people to look on the bright side and there's a light end the end of the tunnel. So why can't I see it when I feel this way? I think what I need more than anything right now (besides the good cry I feel coming on) is for someone to tell me I matter. If no one's going to tell me, I wish someone would just kill me and get it over with.
Do you ever watch funerals and hear all the things people say about the dead person and wonder what people will say about you when you're dead? Do you ever see all the people who show up at funerals and wonder who will show up at yours? Do you wonder who will send flowers or cards? Do you wonder if anyone will cry? I do. My mom & my sister would cry, but they cry at everything. I can't see anyone else even giving a shit. In fact, I think most people would be relieved that they don't have to deal with me anymore. I know I'm just feeling sorry for myself but that's what I think. I can't think of one person -- not even one -- who would truly miss me if I died tomorrow. Sad commentary, don't you think? I know a lot of people have touched my heart, but I can't think of anyone's heart I touched. Nick, maybe. Yes, definitely Nick. So, that's one. One in almost 44 years of being on the planet. I suppose that's better than none, but it's still not a very good percentage.
I don't know exactly what's come over me the last few days. It's some kind of depression. Something I haven't felt in almost 2 years. Ya know, some people drink when they feel this way. Some people cut themselves. Some people get high. I eat. That's all I've done all day. I think I've eaten more carbs today than I have in the last six months combined. I feel like crap but I don't want to stop. I did stop anyway though. But what am I doing now? Drinking Jim Beam & Lime Diet Coke, despite the fact I know the caffeine will keep me awake all night. I don't fucking care. Right now I don't fucking care about anything ... except getting a prescription for Zoloft or something if this keeps up. I know I can't deal with another "sex & suicide" chapter in my life. The last time I felt this way sex & suicide were the only two things I ever thought about. The worst part of it was thinking about sex made me sad while thinking about suicide calmed me down. I guess now I'm glad I couldn't decide how I wanted to do it. Except for the last few days, I'm basically a happy person. My life is pretty darn good right now under the circumstances. So why am I so unhappy? I wish I knew. I wish I could pull myself out of this. Maybe an extra long walk tomorrow will help. Get those endorphins flowing. Get me on a natural high. We'll see. For now, I'm glad I only had enough Diet Coke left for one drink. The carb hangover I had this morning was bad enough. I don't need a Jim Beam hangover. Tomorrow I'm going to try to be happy. I really am. No matter what. Yeah. Right. I'm already wondering what's going to stand in my way. This really sucks. People have called me a lot of things in my life but "pessimist" was never one of them. Maybe I just hide it too well. I think I'm afraid no one will care if I'm sad so I rarely tell people when I am. No one caring would be worse than being sad. I'm usually the person who tries to cheer up other people. I'm always telling people to look on the bright side and there's a light end the end of the tunnel. So why can't I see it when I feel this way? I think what I need more than anything right now (besides the good cry I feel coming on) is for someone to tell me I matter. If no one's going to tell me, I wish someone would just kill me and get it over with.
Do you ever watch funerals and hear all the things people say about the dead person and wonder what people will say about you when you're dead? Do you ever see all the people who show up at funerals and wonder who will show up at yours? Do you wonder who will send flowers or cards? Do you wonder if anyone will cry? I do. My mom & my sister would cry, but they cry at everything. I can't see anyone else even giving a shit. In fact, I think most people would be relieved that they don't have to deal with me anymore. I know I'm just feeling sorry for myself but that's what I think. I can't think of one person -- not even one -- who would truly miss me if I died tomorrow. Sad commentary, don't you think? I know a lot of people have touched my heart, but I can't think of anyone's heart I touched. Nick, maybe. Yes, definitely Nick. So, that's one. One in almost 44 years of being on the planet. I suppose that's better than none, but it's still not a very good percentage.
Bloggin' for Charity
I've never done a blogathon before but I've wanted to for years. Seems something always got in the way. But I'm doing it this year. The charity I chose is the McKean Potter Counties Chapter of the American Red Cross. I volunteer for their Meals on Wheels program and I love it! I know it's kind of strange to get a good feeling from putting spoonfuls of applesauce into Styrofoam containers, but I do. I feel as if I'm contributing much more than applesauce. I guess I just like helping people. Anyway, if you'd like to help me help other people, please sponsor me. Go to project-blog.org and follow the directions. Thanks so much ... and the Red Cross will thank you, too! <3
I've never done a blogathon before but I've wanted to for years. Seems something always got in the way. But I'm doing it this year. The charity I chose is the McKean Potter Counties Chapter of the American Red Cross. I volunteer for their Meals on Wheels program and I love it! I know it's kind of strange to get a good feeling from putting spoonfuls of applesauce into Styrofoam containers, but I do. I feel as if I'm contributing much more than applesauce. I guess I just like helping people. Anyway, if you'd like to help me help other people, please sponsor me. Go to project-blog.org and follow the directions. Thanks so much ... and the Red Cross will thank you, too! <3
Friday, June 11, 2004
More ranting or venting ... whatever
I'm also kind of sad and confused. I know GSG likes me as a person. And I was thrilled beyond words yesterday at the expression on his face when I walked into the room when he wasn't expecting me to be there. So why won't he take the next step? Maybe he just likes me as afriend person to hang out with every now & then. But I like him so much! It's unbearable sometimes. But then ... and this is just the beginning of the confusing part ... I like this other guy, too. Let's just call him Mr. BB. I've liked him for as long as I can remember, but nothing's happening there either. Then, there's another guy I know I shouldn't like but I can't help myself. I know it's just a physical thing but it's there. For me. For him? Not so much. Then, of course, as always ... a-l-w-a-y-s ... there's GEG. I know it's wrong to miss him when he doesn't e-mail me but I can't help that either. I know he's got a wife and kids and a life that doesn't include me but thinking about that doesn't help the way I feel. I know I'm being selfish when I feel this way. I don't like that I feel this way. I think I just figured out the reason. With GEG I feel the love (in a friend kinda way) and I need that. I'm certainly not getting it from any other guys at the moment. Great. Now I feel worse. I'm expecting too much from GEG and that's wrong. Well, I guess knowing it's wrong is a step in the right direction. The last thing I want is to appear needy, no matter how needy I am.
At one point at work I felt as if I was going to cry. Now I'm feeling it again. With everything I just wrote about this guy and that guy and the other guy, I know it's Great Smile Guy who has me so, um, what's the word? Depressed? Unnerved? Dismayed? Disturbed? Flustered? At my wit's end? Yes! That's it! I'm almost at the point where I would just like him to say "Anne, I'm sorry but it's not going any further." Almost. I just don't want to give up while there's still a glimmer of hope. I just like him so much! I feel like a teen-ager when I say and feel that crap. We're in our 40s, for God's sake. Why can't I get that through my head?
Oh man. I need sleep. I need to not think about anything for a really long time.
I'm also kind of sad and confused. I know GSG likes me as a person. And I was thrilled beyond words yesterday at the expression on his face when I walked into the room when he wasn't expecting me to be there. So why won't he take the next step? Maybe he just likes me as a
At one point at work I felt as if I was going to cry. Now I'm feeling it again. With everything I just wrote about this guy and that guy and the other guy, I know it's Great Smile Guy who has me so, um, what's the word? Depressed? Unnerved? Dismayed? Disturbed? Flustered? At my wit's end? Yes! That's it! I'm almost at the point where I would just like him to say "Anne, I'm sorry but it's not going any further." Almost. I just don't want to give up while there's still a glimmer of hope. I just like him so much! I feel like a teen-ager when I say and feel that crap. We're in our 40s, for God's sake. Why can't I get that through my head?
Oh man. I need sleep. I need to not think about anything for a really long time.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Sick Chick
Yep, I'm one sick chick. What other explanation could there be? Only someone who's totally insane could be affected this much by the smile (albiet a great one) of one guy.
I sure wish I could post more about him but I'm probably pushing it as it is. I'm sure anyone who knows me who has come across this blog knows exactly who GSG is.
I'm still at work -- for 52 more minutes and counting. The last 8 hours were definitely not as much fun as the first one. I think it's also sick that I thought the first hour was fun.
I'm just not normal sometimes I'm tellin' ya.
Yep, I'm one sick chick. What other explanation could there be? Only someone who's totally insane could be affected this much by the smile (albiet a great one) of one guy.
I sure wish I could post more about him but I'm probably pushing it as it is. I'm sure anyone who knows me who has come across this blog knows exactly who GSG is.
I'm still at work -- for 52 more minutes and counting. The last 8 hours were definitely not as much fun as the first one. I think it's also sick that I thought the first hour was fun.
I'm just not normal sometimes I'm tellin' ya.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
TV Tuesday
1. Do you watch daytime talk TV? If so, which shows do you watch? Do you prefer the calm shows like Oprah or the wilder side like Jerry Springer?
I watch daytime talk shows when I have time & when I'm in the mood. My favorite is "Ellen," and I wish I had the time to watch her everyday. I watch "Oprah" if I'm home and she has an interesting topic. I watch Montel if I'm home & Sylvia Browne is on. I watch Dr. Phil if he has an interesting topic, especially weight loss shows.
2. Which daytime talk TV show would you like to be on? What would the topic be?
"Dr. Phil." Weight loss. (115 & counting) Or Oprah. My books.
3. Is there a daytime talk TV show you miss that's no longer on the air? Is there someone you'd like to see get a daytime talk TV show?
I wouldn't say I miss it exactly, but I did like Rosie O'Donnell during the first few years. I liked Letterman when he had a morning show, too. Man! That was a long time ago!! I can't think of anyone I'd like to see get a daytime talk show.
~Bonus~ Before talk TV took over game shows ruled the airways during the day, which do you prefer? Or are you a soap opera fan?
I think I watched every game show that every aired. I don't know if I had a favorite. As for soap operas -- I've watched "All My Children" since 1970 and still do whenever I can.
1. Do you watch daytime talk TV? If so, which shows do you watch? Do you prefer the calm shows like Oprah or the wilder side like Jerry Springer?
I watch daytime talk shows when I have time & when I'm in the mood. My favorite is "Ellen," and I wish I had the time to watch her everyday. I watch "Oprah" if I'm home and she has an interesting topic. I watch Montel if I'm home & Sylvia Browne is on. I watch Dr. Phil if he has an interesting topic, especially weight loss shows.
2. Which daytime talk TV show would you like to be on? What would the topic be?
"Dr. Phil." Weight loss. (115 & counting) Or Oprah. My books.
3. Is there a daytime talk TV show you miss that's no longer on the air? Is there someone you'd like to see get a daytime talk TV show?
I wouldn't say I miss it exactly, but I did like Rosie O'Donnell during the first few years. I liked Letterman when he had a morning show, too. Man! That was a long time ago!! I can't think of anyone I'd like to see get a daytime talk show.
~Bonus~ Before talk TV took over game shows ruled the airways during the day, which do you prefer? Or are you a soap opera fan?
I think I watched every game show that every aired. I don't know if I had a favorite. As for soap operas -- I've watched "All My Children" since 1970 and still do whenever I can.
Sunday, June 06, 2004
Unconscious Mutterings
The First Four
Ronald Reagan
1.Alzheimer's
2.Smile
3.Reaganomics
4.Bonzo
D-Day
1.Heroes
2.Elmer
3.War
4.Peace
- Charity:: hope, faith and ...
- Scale:: 145 (and I'm gettin' there!)
- Jennifer Lopez:: bootylicious
- Coercion:: force
- Meter:: maid
- Pressure:: The Kinks (great song by them) & Steph & Jeanne
- June:: bug
- Infestation:: lice
- Serial killer:: a character in my next book, "Actual Malice." I was going to say the name but I don't wanna ruin it for anyone who might read it. ;)
- Anguish:: pain
The First Four
Ronald Reagan
1.Alzheimer's
2.Smile
3.Reaganomics
4.Bonzo
D-Day
1.Heroes
2.Elmer
3.War
4.Peace
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
TV Tuesday
1. In the US many stations run "marathons" all day on Monday, many stations have also went to running all weekend marathons of old sitcoms. So question number one is: Did you watch any of the marathons running this year? In part? In whole?
Nope. But on New Year's Day I did. The Twilight Zone.
2. Is there a show you'd like to see run an all day marathon? On the flipside is there a show you'd avoid in marathon?
I'd probably watch most of a "CSI" or "That 70s Show" marathon. I might also watch a "Wings" marathon just to see my 3 favorite episodes. As for shows I'd avoid -- too many to mention.
3. Is there a show/movie/program that brings back special memories for you and what is it?
"Animal House" reminds me of college ... and my dad. My dad loved that movie. His favorite line was "Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son."
~Bonus~ What show featuring those who protect your country (fiction or non-fiction) is your favorite?
Don't have one I can think of at the moment.
~Bonus #2~ Out of curiosity, what's the longest you've ever watched TV in one stretch?!
Probably six or seven hours but that was a long time ago. Now I have a hard time watching for even two hours straight. There's too much other stuff to do.
1. In the US many stations run "marathons" all day on Monday, many stations have also went to running all weekend marathons of old sitcoms. So question number one is: Did you watch any of the marathons running this year? In part? In whole?
Nope. But on New Year's Day I did. The Twilight Zone.
2. Is there a show you'd like to see run an all day marathon? On the flipside is there a show you'd avoid in marathon?
I'd probably watch most of a "CSI" or "That 70s Show" marathon. I might also watch a "Wings" marathon just to see my 3 favorite episodes. As for shows I'd avoid -- too many to mention.
3. Is there a show/movie/program that brings back special memories for you and what is it?
"Animal House" reminds me of college ... and my dad. My dad loved that movie. His favorite line was "Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son."
~Bonus~ What show featuring those who protect your country (fiction or non-fiction) is your favorite?
Don't have one I can think of at the moment.
~Bonus #2~ Out of curiosity, what's the longest you've ever watched TV in one stretch?!
Probably six or seven hours but that was a long time ago. Now I have a hard time watching for even two hours straight. There's too much other stuff to do.