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| October 11, 2011 |
This really wasn't the sterotype that I had hoped to embody...
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Stereotyping Saves Time
This really wasn't the sterotype that I had hoped to embody...
The sun came out just as it got quiet...
It rained all weekend while my Mom was here. While I wish the weather could have been nicer for her visit, I was so grateful to have people here over the gloomy weekend.
Low and behold, barely an hour after my Mom left for the airport the sun came out...sparkling through the splarkly clean windows.
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| October 10, 2011 |
Low and behold, barely an hour after my Mom left for the airport the sun came out...sparkling through the splarkly clean windows.
Piss and Moan Meeting: October 2011
Piss and Moan met this weekend in the town of its founding. The two founding members traveled from Minneapolis and Tampa to induct (after a rigorous interview process of course) the two new junior members of the Club. A full complement of Piss and Moaners hoisted beers, sipped wine and had a fabulous time in general.
Rule number one of membership in Piss and Moan: loyalty and friendship among members is numero uno. And friends share, they share anything that needs sharing...including napkins.
Hey, we all need role models!
Rule number one of membership in Piss and Moan: loyalty and friendship among members is numero uno. And friends share, they share anything that needs sharing...including napkins.
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| October 9, 2011 |
Ladies Night Out
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| October 8, 2011 |
It's no Wild Washer Women and it's not an official Piss and Moan gathering - but the Kukulka women had a rather nice evening out on the town last weekend. :-)
Occasionally being a grownup IS more fun
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| October 7, 2011 |
Reblog this:
I am insanely lucky in that I don't need any of the following resources.
Maybe you do though? And if you don't , maybe you know someone who does? Or maybe some day down the road when you'll think "oh - I wish I knew where to look for help," and you'll remember that I once posed a blog with all sorts of resources on it and come back to use it.
Just sending this out into my blogosphere of 10 strong and hope that it'll get passed along from person to person and maybe help someone. Re-blog, re-post and pass along:
Maybe you do though? And if you don't , maybe you know someone who does? Or maybe some day down the road when you'll think "oh - I wish I knew where to look for help," and you'll remember that I once posed a blog with all sorts of resources on it and come back to use it.
Just sending this out into my blogosphere of 10 strong and hope that it'll get passed along from person to person and maybe help someone. Re-blog, re-post and pass along:
Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696
Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433
LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255
Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386
Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743
Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438
Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673
Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272
Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000
Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253
Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433
LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255
Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386
Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743
Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438
Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673
Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272
Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000
Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253
(reblogged from Blurbomat)
Monday, October 10, 2011
Project 365: Entries 3 and 4
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| Wednesday, October 5, 2011 |
I have this great friend and one of the great things about her is that she knows that sometimes talking on the phone isn't enough, that sometimes the presence of another human being is, well, the greatest gift that you can give. On Thursday night I had everything I needed if not everything that I wanted: a glass of wine, a journal, and a good friend helping me to sort through the jumble of things in my head.
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| Thursday, October 6, 2011 |
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Project 365: Entries 1 and 2
While perusing my friend Kate's blog the other day (which you can find here) she mentioned that she would be participating in something called Project 365. Essentially, the challenge is to take one picture each and every day for a whole year, so that at the end of the year you can look and back and literally see where you started, the things that have changed to get you to where you are now.
So, starting Monday (I was delayed in posting this but it's not like I could skip going to happy hour last or something) I'm taking a picture a day and posting it here. While other people who have done this can only rave about how amazing it is in the long run to look back and see the last year of your life, I'm pretty sure that I'll simply be revealing how very lame I and my life can be. Who know though, maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised.
October 3, 2011
Operation Lab Clean-out has been completed. Sometimes you just don't feel like sitting at a desk and my job can be AMAZING on days like that because there's almost always some non-desk work project that needs to be done. The ridiculous amount of stuff you see before you is about one years worth of un-sorted through laboratory supplies. Bye bye old study supplies, hellooooooo clean lab! (Everyone loves a clean lab!)
October 4, 2011
I call this...Murry in Trash Bag. This pretty much sums up the past few days with Murry: incredibly needy and constantly somewhere he isn't supposed to be yet so stinkin' cute all you can do is take a picture.
So, starting Monday (I was delayed in posting this but it's not like I could skip going to happy hour last or something) I'm taking a picture a day and posting it here. While other people who have done this can only rave about how amazing it is in the long run to look back and see the last year of your life, I'm pretty sure that I'll simply be revealing how very lame I and my life can be. Who know though, maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised.
October 3, 2011
Operation Lab Clean-out has been completed. Sometimes you just don't feel like sitting at a desk and my job can be AMAZING on days like that because there's almost always some non-desk work project that needs to be done. The ridiculous amount of stuff you see before you is about one years worth of un-sorted through laboratory supplies. Bye bye old study supplies, hellooooooo clean lab! (Everyone loves a clean lab!)
October 4, 2011
I call this...Murry in Trash Bag. This pretty much sums up the past few days with Murry: incredibly needy and constantly somewhere he isn't supposed to be yet so stinkin' cute all you can do is take a picture.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Lips are Lips
In further adventures in medical terminology for the half-brained non-nurse temp workers among us, we have discovered that lips are lips. Regardless of gender, we all have at least one set.
In the oh so eloquent words of Jack Thompson* - half-brained, non-nurse member of the Front Office Staff "nobody ever better threaten to lay one on my labials."
* Names have been changed to protect all not-so-innocent participants
In the oh so eloquent words of Jack Thompson* - half-brained, non-nurse member of the Front Office Staff "nobody ever better threaten to lay one on my labials."
* Names have been changed to protect all not-so-innocent participants
Flying Penguins!
"Sure, sure, penguins are flightless birds but if you kick that bastard hard enough...he'll fly."
Friday, September 30, 2011
Gratuitous Pictures of My Cats
While posting things such as what I'm about to post will probably forever brand me as a creepy cat lady, I don't give a damn. Most days these cats are the first things I talk to when I wake up and the last things that I talk to before I go to bed. They snuggle with me when I can't sleep at night and occasionally provide a giggle or two with their antics.
This morning I got up, made my bed and took a shower. I walked out of the bathroom to find this:
As I watched, the saga of Murry vs. the Blankies unfolded. Suspecting that he'd been caught mid-battle with an inanimate object, he attempted to slink off, possibly leaving Joe Lewis to accept the blame for his mess:
This morning I got up, made my bed and took a shower. I walked out of the bathroom to find this:
As I watched, the saga of Murry vs. the Blankies unfolded. Suspecting that he'd been caught mid-battle with an inanimate object, he attempted to slink off, possibly leaving Joe Lewis to accept the blame for his mess:
Then thought better of it and simply snuggled down as if to take a nap:
but not until after writhing around in the joy and ecstasy of snuggly blankies and a soft pillow.
Song of the Day: Adele - Someone Like You
I have fallen truly head over heels in love with Adele. I know, me and about 20 million other people. Historically, I'm not an educated judge of music but I think her voice is stunning and every time I hear an interview with her I find myself so impressed and falling in love with her just a little bit more.
"sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead
nothing compares no worries
or cares
regrets and mistake they're
memories made
who would have know how
bittersweet this would taste"
nothing compares no worries
or cares
regrets and mistake they're
memories made
who would have know how
bittersweet this would taste"
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Quote of the Day: I am a Unicorn
“I think that you are the biggest unicorn. When a pony does a good deed, he gets a horn and he becomes a unicorn and then he poops out cotton candy until he forgets he’s magical and then his horn falls off. And black unicorns, they become zebras. I'm also a unicorn. Maybe a bi-corn. Either way, I'm starting to believe in my own magic."
- Brittney "Glee: I am a Unicorn"
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
How to Be Alone
"Cause if you're happy in your head then solitude is blessed and alone is okay"
Given how reluctant I generally am to actually watch any video's on other people's blogs, I'm pretty sure that most of you won't actually watch this. But you should. Seriously, it's only about four minutes long and it's beautifully done. And no, it's not beautiful just because I find it exceptionally pertinent right now, it's beautiful because it is so stinkin' true.
Poet/singer/songwriter, Tanya Davis -- would you please come be in my posse?
Link: http://youtu.be/k7X7sZzSXYs
Enter...Turnpike Eric
I have been single now for 18 days. 18 days...it feels longer, it actually feels like forever and not in a particularly charming way. I can't say for sure that I'm not good at being single because I've never really been single. At least not as an adult. I met my first serious boyfriend when I was 17 and we stayed together until I was 22. Four months after we broke up I met Wes. So here I am, 28 years old and I have been single for a grand total of about 5 months in my entire adult life. (For those who are paying attention, yes I am leaving a small something out but since this is my story and my blog, I get editing rights. So... neener neener.)
In what little time I have spent single I have been found to be the proud owner of ASTOUNDINGLY bad dating luck. I don't think its that I'm particularly bad at being single per se - I may get lonely occasionally but generally I'm alright on my own, it's just the random gomers that I somehow manage to attract while single that are distressing. Granted, I met Wes and I still count that a mark in the "go me" column but in betweensies it was pure weirdness. Last time there was Small Hands Guy, Super Conservative Guy and how could we possibly forget Non-Gay Ray!
Thankfully, dating isn't really on the agenda at this point as there are some other things to be tended to. There's definite healing to be done in the heart department but beyond that I find myself little intrigued to find out what kind of person I am on my own. What will I choose to with my evenings and weekends now that I'm working with just me, myself and I? When the time does roll around for dating once more though (I assume that will happen eventually though it's difficult to imagine at the moment...right?) I am holding out hope that this time around, older and wiser, I will accrue a few less stories with which to entertain my friends and family. It appears however, that the Universe has other plans for me.
Enter: Turnpike Eric.
I'm not sure if it was the cuteness that is BB or my exceptional car dancing skills that attracted Turnpike Eric's attention but it must have been one or the other (or both) because I simply cannot fathom what else would have instigated this exchange while driving down the Florida Turnpike. It's an interesting moment when you realize a car is pacing you on the highway and you look over and a nice looking Hispanic gentleman waves at you. I admit that I smiled as I sped up to pass / get away from him and his shiny silver car. Then he sped up...and waved again. So I slowed down, hoping again to shake this new friend of mine only to have him slow down in turn, roll down his window and make the "call me" sign with his hand.
Really? What exactly is your plan here? We're driving 80 miles an hour down a four lane highway and you have some means of either getting my number (seriously unlikely) or giving me yours? You either haven't thought this through OR you're oddly well prepared for what is hopefully a random encounter. Either way...no.
So shaking my head and doing my best to send out "I have a truck load of baggage and alphabetize everything" signals I again tried to lose my admirer in traffic. I thought it had worked until about 5 minutes later I caught a glimpse of a silver car in my periphery and turned just as he again pulled up next to me, this time rolling down the back window and a small child's hand extended and started flashing numbers at me with his fingers.
Dude. You're using your kid to give your number to strangers on the Turnpike?! You have ceased to be entertaining in a charming way.
So again I sped up, this time deciding that my interest in extricating myself from this very bizarre encounter far outweighed my desire to not get a speeding ticket all the while hoping that this candidate for Worst-Father-Ever would feel differently. Thankfully I was right and I sped off towards the horizon, leaving this fellow and his offspring in my wake.
Fast forward to 30 or 45 peaceful, interaction free minutes later when I pulled off at a rest stop to scrub the hundreds of Love Bug carcases that had shellacked themselves to my windshield...and a silver car pulls up. Yeah - I know.
Hi, I'm Eric. Can I get your phone number?
ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?
Hi Eric. I don't think so.
Common... why not? (WHY NOT?! Is that a question that even needs to be asked much less answered?)
Do you do this often? (Met with a puzzled look...) You know, pick up strange women on the Turnpike with your kid in the car?
Oh...that's Little Eric, and only when they're beautiful. I'm just driving him down to drop him off with his mom. What's your name? Can I give you my number and you can give me a call sometime?
No thank you, I'm going to head on my way but you guys have a good rest of your trip.
I hope you're prepared for this because here comes the kicker, as I get back into my car he says:
You have beautiful feet.
Ew. Ew, ew, ew, ew, eeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww!
To me this only serves as further evidence that a.) I seriously miss my life from a month ago, b.) I'm still a weird guy magnet and c.) only crazy serial killers hang out at truck stops and I'm pretty sure this one was planning to eat my feet and then kill me. And in that order.
...sigh....
In what little time I have spent single I have been found to be the proud owner of ASTOUNDINGLY bad dating luck. I don't think its that I'm particularly bad at being single per se - I may get lonely occasionally but generally I'm alright on my own, it's just the random gomers that I somehow manage to attract while single that are distressing. Granted, I met Wes and I still count that a mark in the "go me" column but in betweensies it was pure weirdness. Last time there was Small Hands Guy, Super Conservative Guy and how could we possibly forget Non-Gay Ray!
Thankfully, dating isn't really on the agenda at this point as there are some other things to be tended to. There's definite healing to be done in the heart department but beyond that I find myself little intrigued to find out what kind of person I am on my own. What will I choose to with my evenings and weekends now that I'm working with just me, myself and I? When the time does roll around for dating once more though (I assume that will happen eventually though it's difficult to imagine at the moment...right?) I am holding out hope that this time around, older and wiser, I will accrue a few less stories with which to entertain my friends and family. It appears however, that the Universe has other plans for me.
Enter: Turnpike Eric.
I'm not sure if it was the cuteness that is BB or my exceptional car dancing skills that attracted Turnpike Eric's attention but it must have been one or the other (or both) because I simply cannot fathom what else would have instigated this exchange while driving down the Florida Turnpike. It's an interesting moment when you realize a car is pacing you on the highway and you look over and a nice looking Hispanic gentleman waves at you. I admit that I smiled as I sped up to pass / get away from him and his shiny silver car. Then he sped up...and waved again. So I slowed down, hoping again to shake this new friend of mine only to have him slow down in turn, roll down his window and make the "call me" sign with his hand.
Really? What exactly is your plan here? We're driving 80 miles an hour down a four lane highway and you have some means of either getting my number (seriously unlikely) or giving me yours? You either haven't thought this through OR you're oddly well prepared for what is hopefully a random encounter. Either way...no.
So shaking my head and doing my best to send out "I have a truck load of baggage and alphabetize everything" signals I again tried to lose my admirer in traffic. I thought it had worked until about 5 minutes later I caught a glimpse of a silver car in my periphery and turned just as he again pulled up next to me, this time rolling down the back window and a small child's hand extended and started flashing numbers at me with his fingers.
Dude. You're using your kid to give your number to strangers on the Turnpike?! You have ceased to be entertaining in a charming way.
So again I sped up, this time deciding that my interest in extricating myself from this very bizarre encounter far outweighed my desire to not get a speeding ticket all the while hoping that this candidate for Worst-Father-Ever would feel differently. Thankfully I was right and I sped off towards the horizon, leaving this fellow and his offspring in my wake.
Fast forward to 30 or 45 peaceful, interaction free minutes later when I pulled off at a rest stop to scrub the hundreds of Love Bug carcases that had shellacked themselves to my windshield...and a silver car pulls up. Yeah - I know.
Hi, I'm Eric. Can I get your phone number?
ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?
Hi Eric. I don't think so.
Common... why not? (WHY NOT?! Is that a question that even needs to be asked much less answered?)
Do you do this often? (Met with a puzzled look...) You know, pick up strange women on the Turnpike with your kid in the car?
Oh...that's Little Eric, and only when they're beautiful. I'm just driving him down to drop him off with his mom. What's your name? Can I give you my number and you can give me a call sometime?
No thank you, I'm going to head on my way but you guys have a good rest of your trip.
I hope you're prepared for this because here comes the kicker, as I get back into my car he says:
You have beautiful feet.
Ew. Ew, ew, ew, ew, eeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww!
To me this only serves as further evidence that a.) I seriously miss my life from a month ago, b.) I'm still a weird guy magnet and c.) only crazy serial killers hang out at truck stops and I'm pretty sure this one was planning to eat my feet and then kill me. And in that order.
...sigh....
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