Holy. Crazy. Pantsville.
Hi.
Yes, I'm still alive. TONS of stuff has been going on. Almost all great stuff. One thing in particular I CAN NOT WAIT to tell you all about.
First things first: I can now be called a winning grant writer! That's right my partner and I were informed last week that two of the grants we'd applied for had been awarded to our client! Squeeeee!!!!!!!
Second: I've been so busy trying to keep up with the all the demands of my second (non-paying as of yet) job that I've had no time to do pretty much anything. You should see my house. I mean, I'm never going to be able to let anyone in, they would probably turn me in for being a hoarder. OK, not really, but it's pretty bad. I've been making cleaning a priority this week and only have the floors and Mt. Laundry left to tackle.
Third: I totally used Facebook to flirt with a guy from High School. I ran into him at the annual town festival and my cousin who was visiting at the time told me I should have been bold. Well let me have a keyboard, monitor and miles of internet between me and someone and I'll be as bold as all get-out. Haven't gotten a response...
But let's not dwell. Let's rejoice that even though its hotter than blazes around here I have a lovely pool to jump into whenever I want. That's good enough for me for now.
Cheerio old chums! I'll be back soon(ish) with some pretty exciting news!
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Friday, May 11, 2012
Revival!
In the days of yore, or you know, before I took up blogging. I was nothing more than a lowly office drone. I would sit at my desk for hours and hours, my brain rotting from lack of use and try and think up ways to keep the synapses firing. I tried Scrabble online, many word games, I even joined a few Yahoo! groups for fiction writers and spent hours trolling the message boards. It was human(vie the internet) contact that I desperately needed.
I had graduated college the year before and all of my friends were literally hours away. I wasn't really meeting new people that I actually liked. I was sad and lonely. One day I was fooling around on the computer and I came across a program that helped me design and write a newsletter. I called it Heads Up! a play on my last name and I actually produced three (maybe four) issues. I would write them, print them on some fun colored paper and MAIL them (US Postal Service Style) to the few select friends I knew would get a kick out of my own brand of silly and informative.
Guess what?
I;m doing it again. This time it is an email version. If you want to join the mailing list send me an email to tobie at lollygaggles dot com* with "Sign me up" in the subject line.
You won't be disappointed.
*I spelled it out that way to avoid spammers. Just type it like you would a regular email address.
I had graduated college the year before and all of my friends were literally hours away. I wasn't really meeting new people that I actually liked. I was sad and lonely. One day I was fooling around on the computer and I came across a program that helped me design and write a newsletter. I called it Heads Up! a play on my last name and I actually produced three (maybe four) issues. I would write them, print them on some fun colored paper and MAIL them (US Postal Service Style) to the few select friends I knew would get a kick out of my own brand of silly and informative.
Guess what?
I;m doing it again. This time it is an email version. If you want to join the mailing list send me an email to tobie at lollygaggles dot com* with "Sign me up" in the subject line.
You won't be disappointed.
*I spelled it out that way to avoid spammers. Just type it like you would a regular email address.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Who am I?
I have no idea right now.
Can I tell you how I've spent the last 36 hours or so?
Sunday night my best friend called and we had over an hour-long conversation. I don't remember most of what we talked about. But I do remember her asking me, several times, "what is wrong with you?" or saying "you're acting weird." That in itself isn't so unusual. I am weird. I can be my weirdest with my best friend. The strange part was that I too was feeling off, but had no idea why.
The next day, Monday, I got home from work and after an hour-long nap on the couch I had the sudden urge to go to Costco. I spent about $30 on an random assortment of fresh foodstuffs and then took another nap before deciding to skip the first BSF meeting of the new year to eat salad and watch TV. This is highly unusual in that I LOVE BSF. I love my group and the friends of mine that also attend. Plus we'd just had a three-week break for Christmas. I should have been there.
Then we have last night.
WHAT.
THE.
F*#K?
I got home form work. Antsy. Itching to go. To the indian casino over an hour away. In my head I would drive up there, eat at the buffet (I really wanted a buffet-type salad), win a couple hundred bucks and come home.
In reality it took me forever to get up there thanks to Sacramento commuter traffic I couldn't find the buffet at first and blew half my stash in about 10 minutes. I finally found the buffet, to the right of where I entered the building, so I ate dinner: a wilted lettuce salad, turkey dinner, and a few bites of assorted desserts before leaving to play the penny slots as I headed out the door.
The drive home was a lot quicker and I was in bed around 9:30.
Even this morning I can hardly believe what happened. I mean, I can be pretty impulsive but this was a definite first. I'm a little worried. I'm too poor for this to become a thing. I hope. Thanks to last night's escapade I have about $20 a week for the rest of the month.
Seriously?
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
Can I tell you how I've spent the last 36 hours or so?
Sunday night my best friend called and we had over an hour-long conversation. I don't remember most of what we talked about. But I do remember her asking me, several times, "what is wrong with you?" or saying "you're acting weird." That in itself isn't so unusual. I am weird. I can be my weirdest with my best friend. The strange part was that I too was feeling off, but had no idea why.
The next day, Monday, I got home from work and after an hour-long nap on the couch I had the sudden urge to go to Costco. I spent about $30 on an random assortment of fresh foodstuffs and then took another nap before deciding to skip the first BSF meeting of the new year to eat salad and watch TV. This is highly unusual in that I LOVE BSF. I love my group and the friends of mine that also attend. Plus we'd just had a three-week break for Christmas. I should have been there.
Then we have last night.
WHAT.
THE.
F*#K?
I got home form work. Antsy. Itching to go. To the indian casino over an hour away. In my head I would drive up there, eat at the buffet (I really wanted a buffet-type salad), win a couple hundred bucks and come home.
In reality it took me forever to get up there thanks to Sacramento commuter traffic I couldn't find the buffet at first and blew half my stash in about 10 minutes. I finally found the buffet, to the right of where I entered the building, so I ate dinner: a wilted lettuce salad, turkey dinner, and a few bites of assorted desserts before leaving to play the penny slots as I headed out the door.
The drive home was a lot quicker and I was in bed around 9:30.
Even this morning I can hardly believe what happened. I mean, I can be pretty impulsive but this was a definite first. I'm a little worried. I'm too poor for this to become a thing. I hope. Thanks to last night's escapade I have about $20 a week for the rest of the month.
Seriously?
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
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