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It’s the end of the world as we know, and I feel fine

alisa — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 02:15:49 +0000

Well actually I dont feel really fine. I started to feel sick over the weekend but I really dont get sick often and when I do, I try to fight it by keeping doing things. Not rest like most people would. I took down wallpaper. Monday morning is when the worst of it hit. People say its been going around, thanks for whoever gave it to me. Of all the weeks, this was just not the week to get sick. Why? Well let see…

Im in the middle of planning a New Years Eve dance for about 100 high schoolers. Lots and lots to do the week of the dance and I handed a meeting over to my boss that I just simply couldnt attend. The stomach wouldnt allow me, hated that.

My old roommate is getting married this Saturday and she asked me to take the photos. Im happy to do that for her, and really hope to be 100% better by the wonderful day. Really hard for me to think quick when Im sick let alone creative!

Im working on my new room (hence the taking down of wallpaper) and trying to pack up my old one. I have so much packing to do but little energy to do it – or time for that matter! 17th is coming very quickly!

Im house sitting for my friends who I agreed to do so for ages before I knew I had to move. Thankfully their dog is behaving much better this time around than last time. I dont even want to think about having to pick up poop while feeling sick myself.

Oh and my car got a hit and run last week. Yeah. Right before Christmas. I was out caroling – you know, bringing Christmas cheers to others and someone backs up into my driver side door. So Gwen is out getting a new door. Thats costing a pretty penny in deducible. Thankfully, the friends who Im house sitting for are letting me use their car, saving me the rental car expense.

Im now short on hours at Starbucks for giving up my shift and not being able to pick any hours due to said NYE dance and wedding. I know it will work out. Trying not to stress about the fact I just may lose my benefits.

So, there is just a lot to be worrying out about. Im not for some reason. But I would like for things to stop coming all at once, you know? I mean, my gosh dont I have enough going on and being sick on top of that? Im ranting a bit much I know. I just trying to sort through some thoughts of all that is going on my life and trying not to go crazy with it.

Want a great way to end the year isnt it? I am looking forward to this dance, should be fun, even if we lack adult staff. The kids have worked hard to put it together. The wedding is one I have been looking forward to. So there is beauty in the madness, I just like to have more beauty than madness if you know what I mean.

the story of a craving

alisa — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 17:58:35 +0000

Yesterday at my youth job in the middle of the afternoon the snack craving monster came on. Usually the snacker in my office is my team mate, Amy, but she is out sick which makes the office very lonely and quiet, especially when the boss is out in meetings all day. I day dreamed a little bit about the pretzel at Target I saw earlier in the day when I was picking up Christmas gift wrap. Then I remembered how not so awesome they were the last time I thought they’d make a delightful snack. So I went to the grocery store right around the corner from the church. Dont be fooled, I wasnt going there to get fruit or anything, I have plenty of that at home. I wanted something crunchy and chip like. As soon as I walked in to find the chip isle I was lost. We have this type grocery store all over town and this location is completely backwards to every other single stores layout. It was so confusing, too me way too long to figure out where the chips where. And the chips after all where not what I was craving to snack on. So I headed over to the cracker isle and went to my old faithful, Cheez-Its. Usually I get boxed items such as the wonderful Cheez-Its at Target so when I saw they wanted almost 4 bucks for a box, I reconsidered. Then! Then I saw that they had Cheez-It Crisps on sale at a price I was willing to try the little cheesy guys at. Let me tell you, totally different cracker. I mean, it doesn’t taste anything like a Cheez-It! Okay maybe a tad, but if you blindfold me and ask me to tell you what it is, I wouldnt of even guessed it was in the Cheez-It family, let alone its brother the crisp! Im not saying they are horrible (yes, Im snacking on them right now, why do you ask) or anything just not a Cheez-It when you are wanting a Cheez-It.

I am now craving pie. Where is Luke’s Diner when I need it?

This is not good.

alisa — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 13:56:27 +0000

There is a Dunkin’ Donuts being built walking distance from my house. That, ladies and gentleman is very dangerous. Its not as though I am a huge Dunkin’ Donuts fan by any means. I think Ive been to one maybe a handful of times in my whole life, probably less. Im more of a Krispy Kreme girl myself – when that pretty red sign is on, its takes great strength to keep driving by. A lot of times the hot and now just call my name so loudly that I cant help but to listen. My love for Krispy Kreme has dampened a bit when I once was like a moth to a flame when I saw the “Hot Donuts Now” sign on. I ordered “One hot donut now please!” (yes just like that) and when I received my donut it was not hot or now. It was a very, very sad day. But needless to say, I like donuts. My tolerance for sugar doesn’t allow me to have more than say two in one sitting, but even two too often is not good. Cake donuts, like the ones at Dunkin’ Donuts are quite tasty. I can see myself now, convincing myself “Well if I walk to Dunkin’ Donuts and back, when Im totally burning the calories Id eat from a yummy sprinkled donut.” I can make anything healthy, even donuts! Oh yeah, this can not be good.

Spoodle

alisa — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 20:45:42 +0000

Isnt that a fun work to say? Spoodle. I got the pleasure again to put away the order on Monday. Do I look like a gal who has a lot of upper body strength to put away big heavy boxes way up above my head?

Well that might of not been the best photo to prove my point. Im not! DO NOT HAVE LOTS OF MUSCLES. I was feeling empowered since I just sorta hiked the Grand Canyon in that photo. Okay never-mind Im already off track. SPOODLE. It was in the order that I put away. In my three in a half years at Starbucks I had never seen a Spoodle. In fact, in all my hours spent inside of kitchen stores I had never seen something labeled as a spoodle. No one knew what the spoodle was for or why it had come in our order. Today though, today my manager showed me the spoodle and said that she found out what it was for. It will be pouring coffee into the filter right before we brew it. As lovely as that sounds, that wont be fun durning the morning rush but whatever. We got a spoodle! I just dont know if I care for the ramifications of the spoodle. So if the line at Starbucks is a bit longer in the morning, just remind yourself that it must be the spoodle.

When everything crazy, just remember baby when its good it doesnt seem so bad

alisa — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 00:33:58 +0000

The song “Falling Slowly” from the movie Once, which I love, won an Academy Award! Can you believe two indy people who kept looking at each other with these I-cant-believe-we-are-here! looks won an Academy Award! I was a bit giddy. And okay I know the Academy Awards were so two weekends ago, but I didnt see them till last night. Im a little behind with life it seems, but Im okay with that.

A lot of my friends or people around me are having babies. Maybe its because Im not married, but I just love it. I have baby fever, but not in a I-want-a-baby fever but just a I-love-holding-this-sweet-child-ohhhh-yeah-she-needs-diaper-change-here-you-go, fever. My roommate and I were in Target in the baby section and I was completely out of my element. Their registry was so picked over and crib sheets just didnt excite me. I have this thing if I dont really like the gift or its simply not exciting (like crib sheets) I wont get it. Even if they registered for it. So sue me, I went off the registry and got them some adorable oneies. You can never have enough oneies right? Did I mention they were adorable? They were.

Its been quite lovely around these parts lately. Jason and I both have been wearing sandals (or as my Dad called them the other day slippers. Slippers? Someone from southern California does not call sandals, slippers. Its like the southerners with toboggan.) as often as possible and its been so great. Was it not two weeks ago we got a couple inches of snow and now the flowers are starting to bloom? Im ready for Spring as much as I love snowy days. My pink toe nails like seeing the sunshine than the inside of my Docs. But part of me fears Spring because that means Summer is approaching and I really dislike summer here. Humidity, which means sweaty Alisa for months. I will try not to think about that too much and just enjoy the daffodils and freshly blooming pink trees.

Its as if it knows.

alisa — Wed, 07 Nov 2007 04:02:20 +0000

This past summer I chopped my hair off. It was in effort to help bring my hair to one length once again after many years in layers. Apparently layers are best for girls like me who have fine hair. I like the layers, love them even, right after I get them. But then I go through how much of a pain it is to style them, wouldnt it be nice to just have long one length hair again? Yeah it would, and so I chop it. Then of course Im in love with my cute summer short hair cut… for about a week. Then the honeymoon feeling quickly turns into normal rotiune and then I just bored with my hair. Yet, I have to complete my mission of long hair at one length, so to mix it up I grow my bangs out. Jason loves this idea with the short hair cut, which he wasnt too crazy about in the first place. But of course after I did cut it, he liked it. Go figure. I grew my bangs out, so fun having long swept to the side bangs. Now my hair is at that funky in between stage of not short but not long. I HATE this stage. I do not think its flattering at all on me, but I know its part of the process so I suffer through because I have cute sweepy bangs to balance it all out. Then a friend of mine takes a picture of me at a party. Maybe it was a bad hair/bang day, but ew ew ew. My bangs just look stringy not cute and sweepy. And I had just gotten them cut not two weeks before that. So last week I made an appointment to get a haircut. Chopping these long crazy you were so cute and sweepy but turned on me to ugly stringy bangs. Its the day before my appointment and all this week my bangs have been wonderful. This always seems to happen. I get frustrated with my hair, make an appointment to fix the problem and well my hair behaviors. Its as if it knows or something. Never the less, I still plan on getting my hair cut tomorrow. Despite the pleas from Jason to not cut the sweepy bangs. I told him I didnt feel pretty in them to which he responded, then do what you need to feel good. Good man.

alisa sticks her fingers in her ears…

alisa — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 23:57:41 +0000

… “La la la la. I can not hear you.”

I can not hear you telling me we are going to be open on Christmas. No Im sorry, Christmas Day is the one, and only day of the year we are closed yet you seem to think Im hearing this “We are going to be open on Christmas Day” bit. Not buying it becasue well I just cant hear it. So if I dont show up that morning, its becasue well I didnt hear it. Christmas is not canceled!

I know that mangos are sweet

alisa — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 16:53:05 +0000

I really do enjoy smelling good. This past winter, from advice from a friend I stopped wearing any kind of lotion with a scent to it. My skin had become so itchy that I was going a little crazy. This still baffles me since I grew up in Southern California which is basically a desert. Dry is what I know. To help fight my battle with dry itchy skin, I went on a lotion hunt all the while finding out that lotions with scents in it could set off the skin to itch. I banded all my scented lotions to the back of my bathroom shelf until now. I was getting out of my first-aid tubberwear and found the forbidden lotions. I thought that since its summer and I haven’t felt real dry, (which by the way makes no scene to me since in California only time I was dry was in the summer) Id see if my skin was up to smelling good. I’ve never been a girl who had a scent so it feels a little weird when I do. But the past two days of smelling good has been so lovely. I will smell this pretty green fresh smell and think “What is that wonderful smell?” only to realize that it is me! Better use all the lotion I can while summer still sticks around.

Anyone else in the mood for some fruit? I sure am. That has turn into my dessert of choice. When I grabbed some dinner last week, I got a couple of plums for dessert. Last night I had some strawberry shortcake and it was fine, but afterwards I wished I had a bowl full of strawberries instead. I don’t know what this change in my taste buds are, but Im glad for it being that fruit is much better for me. Only problem with this craving is currently have is that its hard to instantly give into it. And its good for me! Why is it hard? Becasue when I go to the super market later, Im gonna pick out some yummy looking fruit. I will bring it home and wash it and put in a paper towel to eat and take a good bite to only find out its not ripe yet! I spend a lot of time gently testing fruit to find an already ripe one, but I rarely can find one. I have to wait a day or two before getting the sweet nectar that I long for. Maybe I should just get some juice to hold me over.

A little TLC

alisa — Fri, 11 May 2007 04:01:27 +0000

Today in my house Dana and I had our version of What Not to Wear and I played the role of Stacey. No gay men were readily accessible so we had no Clinton to banter with. Though, I was much kinder than Stacey, but I did do her proud by making my room mate get ride of every last wire hanger she owned. Let me back up a little here for those of you who don’t live in our house. Dana has a lot of clothes and by a lot, I don’t think the girl has every cleaned out her closet before. I saw a few months back that the beam that most of her clothes hang on was bending in the middle, I examined a bit further. These clothes were clothes Dana never wears and some outdated. I promised her a date to help clean out her closet and today was the day! She didn’t really understand my hatred for the wire hangers. Unless there is a marshmallow at the end of one slowly turning brown for my smores, I do not see the use for a wire hanger! They are not sturdy for clothing and don’t help hold your clothes shape nicely. Sadly, we don’t have the What Not to Wear budget, so wooden hangers were not the wire hangers replacement but plastic isn’t too shabby if you ask me. Rule of thumb I had Dana go by “When was the last time you wore this?’ and if she couldn’t remember or been over a year, into the pile it went. She was a little more attached at first, feeling like she had nothing left. I haven’t no connection to her clothes had no problem grabbing things from her hand. For example a very ratty, stained sorta white t-shirt she says she wears all the time. I’ve never once seen her in it and she shouldn’t wear it out anyhow. Then we got to the pants and oh my gosh, I think she had thirty pairs of jeans in her closet. THIRTY PAIRS. I told her whatever she could fit into she could keep. I think she’s down to ten. Good night that was a lot of jeans. I then tired to give some words of wisdom how investing into some nice clothes might last longer (a lot of her clothes were new but already not so nice or shrinking). Okay maybe I do sound a bit more like Stacey then I initially thought. By the end of it all we had 6 bags of clothes, one bag of shoes and one bag of handbags to take to good will. Thats 8, count them, 8 bags she got rid of today! I was so proud of her and her now very neatly organized closet. (Disclaimer: Dana knows about her clothing problem being blogged in case yall were wondering)

I hate having a cold.

alisa — Mon, 12 Mar 2007 19:40:38 +0000

Something new happened here in downtown this morning. Around 8:30am, which normally on a weekday I would not say is too early for folks to be up and making noise. I wasn’t bothered so much by the noise but by the confusion it brought me. “Left, left, left right left…” was loud and clear through my bedroom window but I thought maybe I was dreaming that a military outfit would be outside my window and went back to sleep. Well, I tired to go back to sleep till my alarm of 9am went off, trying to get more rest than usual because I have a cold that has taken over my head. I got on Marla, replied to some emails and then turned on the TV to catch some of the Ellen show. My eyes would just not stay awake, so I gave in and set my alarm till 1130am (longest I wanted to sleep). I slept till again I heard military voices outside of my window and this time I peaked outside to see if I was crazy or the nightquill was still kickin’. Sure enough there was a dozen or so men jogging down my street. Wonder if this will become an every morning occurrence. I got this cold on Thursday that really was just a slight cough. As the days went on, the cough worsen but according to webmd.com it was just a cold and there wasn’t a whole lot I could do other than rest and drink plenty of fluids. I don’t like to call in sick to work, plus right now I’m trying earn vacation time and save money for some trips coming up this spring. With not much of a voice (I lose my voice when I get sick) I went into work, sounding a lot worse than I actually felt. I went out to dinner for Catherine’s 21st birthday on Saturday night and felt fine. Sunday morning was a little worse, which I think had to do with daylight savings time. By the time the evening of yesterday rolled around the cough had officially taken over my head. I don’t remember my nose running this much in years. Yet I still went to work today. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I keep my distance and really think I feel better being out and about than staying in back. Part of me my adult thinking is, people get sick, but life doesn’t stop and mom isn’t here to take care of me all day long. I guess its good I have some mind set of not just lying in bed feeling sorry for myself or something. All of this to say, I hate having a cold. I have gotten more sick in the past 9 months living in NC than the past 5 years or more in California. Apparently my body just doesn’t know what to do with all this clean air.