It's Awkward by Jack Prelutsky

Get a Voki now!

This is a recording of me reading a poem for one of my online courses. I wasn't able to post it right in the class discussion for some reason, so I posted it here.

My Wisdom Has Been Removed

Or at least my wisdom teeth...

It came the time for one of them to come out and I decided that I only wanted to deal with the pain once and get them all removed. I was pretty OK with everything before the surgery. I knew the following week or so would suck and I wouldn't be able to eat everything I wanted and I would be sore, but its a pretty routine surgery.

So, they put me in the chair and hooked me up to the saline (sp?) and took my blood pressure. At this point, they showed me a DVD of the post-operative care and the complications that could arise. That sucked. I am a worry wart when it comes to my health, and now I had all these things to worry about-not good.

The doc came in and spoke with me and said he was going to start my meds, but it wouldn't be like in the movies when they had people count down and they wouldn't get past 8. The he talked with me for about a minute more and I remember nothing else until I woke up in the recovery room an hour later. That is a weird feeling. I have no idea how they got me in there. I must have had to use my own movements, but I recall nothing. It was an odd experience.

The next day, my cheeks had swelled up so much, I could barely move my mouth. My mom told me that it didn't look that bad, but when dad got home, he said I looked like a chipmunk. At least chipmunks are cute. Then I found out that they had lied to me. The next day, my swelling had gone down quite a bit, and my parents felt like they could be honest with me. They told me that I had looked like someone with Down Syndrome. I wish they had kept lying to me...

It is now 5 days after the surgery and I am still taking Ibuprofen a few times a day to keep the pain down, but I'm hoping I won't need it soon. I have really gross yellowish cheeks since the bruises from my swelling is healing, but otherwise I am pretty much back to normal appearance-wise.

I really miss tacos and chips. I can go days without eating things, but the minute I cannot have them, I WANT them. Life is irritating in that way...

Youtube Channel

I know I have already linked to this, but it's my blog and I will do what I want, so here is the link to my Youtube channel again. It is mostly videos of my cats, but other videos will end up on it as well. So, if you care to take a look...Click Here

This is one of my newer videos...

When the World Slips you a Jeffrey...

I find this amusing since my boyfriend's name is Jeffrey.

"Cut, It, Out"

This week, Dave Coulier (Joey Gladstone from Full House) came to the Comedy Quarter in Neenah, so of course, we had to go! First, because I was a big fan of Full House growing up so it was exciting for me, and secondly, they have the best strawberry daiquiris I have ever tasted.
The show was great. I thought he might not be as funny, but he really was. And he was pretty family friendly, not any swearing. He said the word "genitalia" at one point, but that was it. He promoted his tour with some other guys called the "Clean Guys of Comedy", which is a group of comedians that are family friendly.
We also got to meet him after the show. I didn't think of him as a celebrity until I got to be face to face with him. The I realized that this guy is kind of a big deal...hes friends with John Stamos! So I clammed up and just said the same crap everyone else probably says to him, "I'm such a big fan" "I think you're so funny" "I used to watch you when I was growing up", blah blah blah. Not real original...but oh well. I got an autograph and we got our picture taken with him. He was a really cool guy. I would definitely go and see him again!

Purray Furray Murray

Meet Murray. The new edition to our little family. Hes furry, he purrs a lot (so hes purry) and his name is Murray, hence the title of this blog entry. We got him from Happily Ever After, a humane society in Green Bay. I picked him out because he was cute AND he was born in the same small town I was. I guess I saw it as fate.
My other cat Milo took a day or so to fully warm up to Murray, but Murray felt right at home the minute I carried him into the house. Milo greeted him with a hiss and then followed him all over the house while he explored. Here is a video of it, if you care...
Murray has made a nice little edition to our family. He is cute, lovable and loves attention. His few flaws are that he stinks when he uses the litter box and he likes people food too much. This makes it difficult for the people in this house to eat without him trying to stick his face in it, especially since he sometimes succeeds.
Now that Milo and Murray have become comfortable with each other, Milo has proved to be a great big brother. He is always giving Murray baths in between play fighting with him (Murray starts it). When Murray cries, which he often does over nothing, Milo is often found close by shortly after. So, any concerns I had about Milo and Murray not getting along were quickly diminished.
They can often be found in different spots like this, cuddled together in the bucket and towels we'd set out when our roof was leaking during heavy rain.

You can see more videos of these guys and whatever else I feel like posting on Youtube at http://www.youtube.com/user/penguinchick86

Twilight Condom

Wow.

This can be seen as good and bad...
Good: Promotes safe sex
Bad: Could make kids who love Twilight want to have sex just so they can use the condom....but at least they will be having safe sex....


Twilight Condom Hosted by Twilight Series

Humane Society, Homework and a Temp Job

Today, my boyfriend and I went to the Humane Society to look at kittens. We have Milo, but I want him to have a friend. I feel bad when we leave him all by himself. I know he is "just" a cat, but I love him! (Everyone that meets him does!)
There are lots of great cats where we went, a few of my favorites are Freedo, Charlie, Finnigan, and Yuma. But, we want a young male kitten who gets along with other cats, and none of them quite fit that description...
Anywho...the perfect kitten was there: male, still little, long golden hair, cute as could be...but someone else adopted him before we got a chance to look at him :( We left at the same time as the people who did adopt him and we wanted to follow them and steal the cat, but we didn't. The perfect kitten for us will come along when the time is right. Now may not be the best time since my online summer class through UWM just started and...
I start at a temp job tomorrow! Last week, after receiving the bad news that I did not get the job I was hoping for, I went around to some of the staffing agencies in my area and a couple days later, Manpower called me with a job! It will only last 2-3 weeks, but its full time and pays decent, so I'm happy! Plus, it is data entry, which isn't the most exciting thing, but it is good experience for other office jobs I may apply for in the future.

ISFJ

According to Meyers-Briggs, I'm an ISFJ...

ISFJs live in a world that is concrete and kind. They are truly warm and kind-hearted, and want to believe the best of people. They value harmony and cooperation, and are likely to be very sensitive to other people's feelings. People value the ISFJ for their consideration and awareness, and their ability to bring out the best in others by their firm desire to believe the best.

ISFJs have a rich inner world that is not usually obvious to observers. They constantly take in information about people and situations that is personally important to them, and store it away. This tremendous store of information is usually startlingly accurate, because the ISFJ has an exceptional memory about things that are important to their value systems. It would not be uncommon for the ISFJ to remember a particular facial expression or conversation in precise detail years after the event occured, if the situation made an impression on the ISFJ.

More so than other types, ISFJs are extremely aware of their own internal feelings, as well as other people's feelings. They do not usually express their own feelings, keeping things inside. If they are negative feelings, they may build up inside the ISFJ until they turn into firm judgments against individuals which are difficult to unseed, once set. Many ISFJs learn to express themselves, and find outlets for their powerful emotions.

Just as the ISFJ is not likely to express their feelings, they are also not likely to let on that they know how others are feeling. However, they will speak up when they feel another individual really needs help, and in such cases they can truly help others become aware of their feelings.

The ISFJ feels a strong sense of responsibility and duty. They take their responsibilities very seriously, and can be counted on to follow through. For this reason, people naturally tend to rely on them. The ISFJ has a difficult time saying "no" when asked to do something, and may become over-burdened. In such cases, the ISFJ does not usually express their difficulties to others, because they intensely dislike conflict, and because they tend to place other people's needs over their own. The ISFJ needs to learn to identify, value, and express their own needs, if they wish to avoid becoming over-worked and taken for granted.

ISFJs need positive feedback from others. In the absence of positive feedback, or in the face of criticism, the ISFJ gets discouraged, and may even become depressed. When down on themselves or under great stress, the ISFJ begins to imagine all of the things that might go critically wrong in their life. They have strong feelings of inadequacy, and become convinced that "everything is all wrong", or "I can't do anything right".

The ISFJ is warm, generous, and dependable. They have many special gifts to offer, in their sensitivity to others, and their strong ability to keep things running smoothly. They need to remember to not be overly critical of themselves, and to give themselves some of the warmth and love which they freely dispense to others.

When did I become an adult??

I am in my mid twenties and I don't remember how I got here.

I do adult things every day, but I don't see myself as an adult.

I still can't believe I am a college graduate. The fact that I am now working on a Master's degree really blows my mind. Until about a year ago, I had never even thought seriously about pursuing an education beyond college. Yet I am a year into my Master's courses and plenty in debt.

There is some quote about things seeming to stay the same as day to day, but when you look back, you notice that a lot has changed. That obviously isn't a direct quote, but you get the idea. I notice this quote is incredibly true when I look back over my past year. A year ago, I was living at home with my parents in my dinky hometown, searching for a job and a boyfriend. Neither of those things were easy to acquire unless I settled for a lot less than I cared to. Now, I am in a rather different position in my life. I have recently moved in with my boyfriend of nearly a year and I gained a school year's worth of experience as a librarian in a two year college.

Unfortunately, one thing is the same as it was a year ago....I am once again unemployed. My librarian position was only temporary and I am once again job seeking. However, I am much more hopeful than I was a year ago. For one thing, I have moved to a big city with many more job opportunities. I was also able to add some great experience and references to my resume from my temporary position. So...hopefully things will start happening once again!

Until then, when I'm not helping my boyfriend with his business selling toys online through his website (I know, he is a total dork), I will have plenty of time to ramble on about random thoughts and wonderments for anyone who cares to read. I realize this is probably no one. Maybe I'll read them myself later...