Preposterous

I'm watching the boob tube last night and what commercial comes on?

It's an attractive man sitting on a stool of some sort (do I hear a PSA coming on? ) Yes, then he says, "Don't know what to get your woman this holiday? Schedule her pap smear. It saves lives."

That sounds all fine and dandy, but I am sorry if a man I was dating was like, "hey honey, guess what I got you for Christmas?...I scheduled your pap smear!" I probably wouldn't even be mad, I would be shocked. I'd rather have that person buy me a cow for a starving family in Africa ( you know the online giving thing, where you can buy things in people's honor ) than schedule me a pap smear. I mean, what the hell? and CBS, come on...I'm a little dissapointed. No diamonds, no new car, no new cool thing, no bump it, no ... a pap smear. Wow, I can already see the 'thank-you' card now.

"Dear ..., I really enjoyed the christmas present you gave me this year. It was a lovely experience having a stranger stick there...up my .... for medical reasons."


So the memories can't help but come flooding back as I drive into town (even though I go to school an hour away...it just seemed more dramatic for me to start it off that way)...those memories were silenced as I pulled up and saw that my neighbor was painting his house.... Bright yellow with greem shutters and green porch posts, they are like a hunter green...which reminds me of my dear high school, White Oak. Thank God we are in Amurrrica...land o' da free. I'm pretty positive this would cause a riot if we weren't in sweet conservative suburbia, so it only causes back yard gossip and telephone calls.

But you know what, good for him. You paint that ugly yellow...it will be so much easier to point out my house now, if I ever get lost.

Well that's all for now.

Chow down tomorrow on Thanksgiving and have a blessed day.

Biggest Loser

It is the most absurd thing, there is a noise that keeps happening here in the office. You know the door stoppers? If you flick that and it made noise, loud, and obnoxiously, that's what it would sound like. This morning not only did I choose to wear a black sweater but I also had to park on the 7th level of the parking deck. I got here today later because I had to go to the North Campus to interview someone.

There are a lot of attractive men at Cape Fear. Like if you are wondering where all the men in Wilmington, NC are...they are here. And they look lovely.

So the black sweater...I literally sweat today while eating lunch outside. And yet, I'd rather eat outside and sweat than awkwardly sit in the break room. I decided to get Fat Tony's for lunch, which I know is a terrible decision...however as I was walking out with my "to-go" I wandered if there was silverware. So I stop dead in the restaurant and feel around my bag because it is tied shut, so I just figured I would feel around...Mind you, there are 3 people there and they are all workers. I turn around and the lady is looking at me and I was like, "just wanted to make sure there was silverware" and I walk out, awkwardly. Leave it to me to be super awkward.

I am not super stoked about my birthday like I normally am. I am turning 22 on Thanksgiving. ... I'm not even a huge fan of turkey. damn the man.


I received the "most dedicated old member" at semi-formal for the SECOND year in a row. What does this mean? ... It is the award for, "you have no life"...Don't get me wrong, it's an honor to be looked at with such esteem from your peers but at the same time... I am the president...I guess if I wasn't the most dedicated, I wouldn't be doing my job. I don't know. I have mixed feelings about whether or not this makes me a loser in real life...I think I'm okay being a loser though. :-)


Nothing too crazy has really happened to me lately, other than this is the last week of my internship and I have to find another one very soon.....

Oh, Mylanta.

For those we love, for those we've lost, for those who fought for our freedom

It might come as a surprise to some of you that I am indeed a military kid, not brat, kid. Why? I never moved around, my dad did all the moving around (that's a whole other story)....and yes, my parents are still married. And probably happier than most married couples who have spent all their years together. Actually, the distance I believe, is what has kept my parents together... (again another story)...

Today marks a truly special day, Veterans Day. Military has been a huge part of my life growing up as I grew up on/around the largest base on the east coast, second largest in the United States.

Nothing touches your heart more than when you are in the mall, working, or around town and you see a young man or woman, a middle aged man or woman, an old man or woman with a missing appendage, walking with a limp, or severely scarred. It makes me think, they went to a foreign country, they fought, they didn't know who was their enemy, who had their back... friends were lost, brothers, sisters, dads, moms, uncles, cousins... the list goes on.

So we see these guys in bars, restaurants, whatever it may be...we see the younger ones drinking, obnoxiously. It's a big joke, those damn Marines... (I am guilty of this) but maybe they are drinking to forget. Drinking to forget something that you and I can never even begin to imagine.

My father has deployed several times during war time, my father was in the Pentagon when it was struck on September 11, 2001, my father retired as a Lt. Col of the Marine Corps. My father is my hero, my idol, and a truly remarkable leader.

He's never really spoke of his experiences, not with me, not with my brother. I don't know why.


So today, I was at my internship griping about how the Internet wouldn't work. Dabbling and complaining in my head about how it's raining and today sucks. My advisor came in and asked if I'd be interested in going to a Veteran's Day ceremony at the Schwartz Center. I won't lie, I cried a little bit at the ceremony. I always cry when I hear the national anthem or I see the old veterans from WWII, Korean, Vietnam conflicts or any other war. I was amazed at how many Iraq/Afghanistan veterans were there, that now attend CFCC.


All I am saying is, everyday we don't think about these courageous people. We don't think about two men dressed in blues, walking up to a front door, knocking on it, holding the flag folded in a perfect triangle, the phone call in the middle of the night to tell someone their loved one has been injured. We don't think of how those injured who have lost parts of their lives forever, like playing basketball with their kids. We don't think of that. And no, it's not just in the movies. It's very real.


We don't think of them everyday, but today, please take a moment to think of them, their time, their love, their commitment to our country and essentially us and our freedom.

Semper Fi <3

Better than the Circus

The other night I braved Wal Mart. But first, I had to stop and get gas. I pull into this gas station, ready to pull up to the pump, when the lady standing there pumping gas lights up a cigarette. I literally pulled out of the gas station. Homegirl can go down in her blaze of glory sucking down a cig, but I will NOT be joining her!

So I go to Wal Mart, uhhhhhh.... Wal Mart. I hate Wal Mart. It's actually NOT that bad at 3am, unfortunately these days I am not up that early! Okay, so I walk out into the abyss that is the parking lot. I wandered around for about 20 minutes before I realized I was about 3 rows to far to the right for my car.

Has anyone else ever really thought about how crazy the Wal Mart parking lot is. It's just an introduction of what is to come inside. The parking lot is enough to keep me away from Wal Mart. I mean who designs those bitches? Fights break out, accidents happen, it's a war zone.

Today, I walked to my internship and had to bring in a box that has been sitting in my car for like 3 weeks. I am wearing a dress with black stockings. I am always worried that my dress is up in the back when I am walking with my hands full and whatever. I was listening to my iPod, almost got hit by a car and then realized, indeed today was the day that my dress had been pinned up by my 2 bags on my arm.

Glorious. Good thing I had black stockings on.

Then I walked to the campus bookstore at CFCC to buy something for a project I was working on. I tried to walk out the glass window/wall instead of the door. Yes, people started laughing at me.

Oh, wonderful Monday.

Then I witnessed a dance off in the courtyard during my lunch break. That was interesting......
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Something tells me I'm not on UNCW's campus anymore. Strangely enough I feel like I am at my high school again.

Anyways, so I was just thinking about what tab I would pull up if my advisor walked in because I am blogging. It's keep this up, 17 again soundtrack (googled, of course), or my Facebook. None of these seem like particularly good tabs to pull up.


I am going to go now.

Ugh...Monday.

Subj:

ALWAYS USE SUBJECTS IN EMAILS! This bothers me beyond belief. It actually enrages me.

When you receive oh... anywhere from 25-50 emails a day a subject line is GREATLY appreciated. Plus it allows for filing...I have 76 folders in my inbox and counting. I can't believe I just counted all of those- but yes, 76. So friends, subject lines= must have them.

You ask, "why don't you just delete them and not read them?" - BECAUSE I AM NOSY - okay. This is true. It would bother me more to delete an email and not read it then it would to be frustrated that there is no subject line.

I would probably lay awake in my bed all night wondering about the email until I pulled up the deleted email and read it, so that's why I read them.... (damnit)

How angry were you when you saw the title? Were you like.... WTF, Heidi? WTF? I kind of am right now. It makes me not even want to read this post.


:-)

No, but seriously, use subjects in emails, in the bizzz world people won't even take a second look at the email if there's no subject.

You might say, "well what if I don't know what the subject should be?"

Then I might answer, "then there's no reason for an email."


:-)

Have a good day!

Fax from glass?

I wasn't going to apply for this leadership award thing I was nominated for for the sorority. Just because of my previous run ins with some big people upstairs. At the last minute, I had a change of heart. I decided I would have one of the other officers write it up, email it to me, and I could fax it from home.

So my friend Ashley, (yeah, you got called out, says, "yeah, I'll help you fax. I fax everyday from work." I was like, "sweet, let's do some faxing then." We put the first piece of paper in the what looks to be the "feeding area." We dial the number in and the screen shows, "fax from glass?" and I pressed no. I was like, "what the hell does that mean?" so the faxer doesn't do anything...I go through the steps again... but this time I press "yes" to "fax from glass?" It dials, takes a minute and says "page sent." It hadn't touched my page in the "feeder."

DAMNIT, I sent a picture of a black cat to national, right before I sent my award information in.


Doesn't look like I'll be winning anything.


Best part, it was on Halloween.

Even better part, I hate cats.


Life is good.