You know those emails that go around and ask random questions. You are supposed to answer all the questions and then forward the email on so that all of your friends will know all about you. Every once in awhile I receive them and every once in awhile I will complete them.
For several years, my Dutch friends have been telling me (through the email questionnaries) that their favorite show was McLeod's Daughters, which is an Australian show that happens to also be shown in Holland. When I last visited them (May 2009), it came up again. So I asked them "what is this show? I've never heard of it..." This inquiry prompted them to immediately start Season 1 for my entertainment. I think in the 7 days I was there, we watched the entire 1st season and I think we started the 2nd season. They warned me that I will get hooked.
When I left Holland, I wasn't sure I was hooked but I was interested. So I went to Amazon.com and bought season 2 so that I could finish what I started and oh hey...season 5 is super cheap...might as well buy that too. Before I knew it, I became the proud owner of all 8 seasons of McLeod's Daughters.
Why? I'm not sure. I'm planning on selling them all once I'm done but I guess I would now be classified as hooked. I want to know what is going to happen to all those silly characters.
I have cried over them, laughed with them, and been frustrated with them and I only just finished season 3. This show is an Australian "soap opera" about life and drama on a cattle ranch. The McLeod ranch is ran by all females and of course, their neighbors are these sweet good-looking Australian men, not to mention the adorable male vet that comes visiting.
I am eager to start season 4...hopefully this weekend.
What will happen next???
Friday, February 26
Wednesday, February 24
Random Me
I like fixing things. I like the sense of accomplishment. I am generally good with projects that require my hands or a bit of creativity, which is why I like to try anything related to cooking, art, gardening, etc. But when it comes to my car, I am pretty clueless. I (really) dislike walking into an auto parts store looking like another clueless woman. I know it's all about my ego but I don't care. Therefore, I usually walk in trying to appear confident...that I know what I want and how to fix it. So yesterday, when I fixed my rear brake light, I was proud of myself. I did it, without help, and generally managed to appear that I knew what I was doing...I think. I know...changing a brake light isn't the most impressive thing but let me have this one, okay?
The food show that I've mentioned before was last night. Always an interesting experience. I've mentioned that my job is all computer/phone oriented. This food show is the one time I get to see people. The one opportunity I get to put faces to the people I've been chatting with over the previous year. It's a funny experience when you meet someone for the first time. I could close my eyes and know their voice instantly. But when I open my eyes and see the person that matches that voice, I often have to refrain from chuckling. It's not because they are funny looking or anything but because how they look doesn't match the visual image I've created in my head, based on their voice. Trying to reconcile the real face to the voice is an amusing process.
It rained yesterday.
The cute flat shoes that I bought for the food show are not water proof/resistant.
Note to self, wear only on non-rainy days.
For my Master's degree, I have to write a thesis paper. On Monday, I worked on the proposal that I have to submit before I start researching. Yesterday, I emailed a professor, that I haven't met, to see if he would be my paper's advisor. He agreed! So now I just need to submit the proposal and once I get the green light, then start my research. Eek! I'm both excited and daunted by this task of writing a thesis paper. I have this idea that it should be a long grand paper...60 pages is my goal. But 60 pages is enormous...I've never written anything larger than 20 pages. One step at a time, I guess. It helps that I am excited about the topic...that's a good thing, right?
The food show that I've mentioned before was last night. Always an interesting experience. I've mentioned that my job is all computer/phone oriented. This food show is the one time I get to see people. The one opportunity I get to put faces to the people I've been chatting with over the previous year. It's a funny experience when you meet someone for the first time. I could close my eyes and know their voice instantly. But when I open my eyes and see the person that matches that voice, I often have to refrain from chuckling. It's not because they are funny looking or anything but because how they look doesn't match the visual image I've created in my head, based on their voice. Trying to reconcile the real face to the voice is an amusing process.
It rained yesterday.
The cute flat shoes that I bought for the food show are not water proof/resistant.
Note to self, wear only on non-rainy days.
For my Master's degree, I have to write a thesis paper. On Monday, I worked on the proposal that I have to submit before I start researching. Yesterday, I emailed a professor, that I haven't met, to see if he would be my paper's advisor. He agreed! So now I just need to submit the proposal and once I get the green light, then start my research. Eek! I'm both excited and daunted by this task of writing a thesis paper. I have this idea that it should be a long grand paper...60 pages is my goal. But 60 pages is enormous...I've never written anything larger than 20 pages. One step at a time, I guess. It helps that I am excited about the topic...that's a good thing, right?
Monday, February 22
Apartment Estate Sale
An estate sale is basically like an open-house garage-sale...so to speak...for a deceased person typically. Well, I am definitely not deceased and I definitely don't have an estate. But I do have a little 550 square foot apartment that is full of stuff.
Whenever I think about moving, whether it is to just moving to share an apartment with my sister or moving overseas, I always feel slightly overwhelmed and burdened by the thought of packing/moving/sorting through my stuff. Honestly, there is very little that I have that I wouldn't part with. The rest, I could do without. Some of the rest would be hard or sentimental to part with but the thought of carting them around makes me want to plop on my couch in fatigue before I even get started.
I might be moving in April/May to find an apartment with my sister and then it will probably be another year after that before I either move overseas or move further than just to another apartment complex in the same city.
The thing that keeps rolling around in my head is to have an open-apartment garage sale. Come. Walk around my apartment. Make an offer on anything you see. Take it out of my life and good riddance.
But the question that begs to be answered is if all this stuff feels weighty then why oh why do I keep buying more stuff?
Whenever I think about moving, whether it is to just moving to share an apartment with my sister or moving overseas, I always feel slightly overwhelmed and burdened by the thought of packing/moving/sorting through my stuff. Honestly, there is very little that I have that I wouldn't part with. The rest, I could do without. Some of the rest would be hard or sentimental to part with but the thought of carting them around makes me want to plop on my couch in fatigue before I even get started.
I might be moving in April/May to find an apartment with my sister and then it will probably be another year after that before I either move overseas or move further than just to another apartment complex in the same city.
The thing that keeps rolling around in my head is to have an open-apartment garage sale. Come. Walk around my apartment. Make an offer on anything you see. Take it out of my life and good riddance.
But the question that begs to be answered is if all this stuff feels weighty then why oh why do I keep buying more stuff?
Saturday, February 20
Compensation
I have learned one thing about myself over the last years.
I hate it when people are fluttering around me when they are stressed. You know those people?
When they get stressed by a list of things to do, they power-walk from one place to the next. You can feel the stress oozing off of them as they fly by. "Will I get everything done? Will I miss something? What will I forget if I don't take care of it now?"...zoom...zoom....zoom...flutter...flutter...flutter...
That stresses me out.
I can feel the tension building in me. I start to feel snappy. I want to say "Calm down. It will all work out. You don't need to do everything right now." But I know if I say anything it will probably sound critical and induce a peaceful effect. And so, whenever this situation presents itself, I find myself compensating for the tension by physically and emotionally slowing down.
I work slower. I move slower. I kind of dull my emotions and try to mentally focus on one specific thing, doing my best to ignore the fluttering around me.
The problem is then I feel unproductive because of my "slowing down" when people are still buzzing around me. It's all rather irritating. Thankfully the fluttering only lasts for a "short" amount of time.
I hate it when people are fluttering around me when they are stressed. You know those people?
When they get stressed by a list of things to do, they power-walk from one place to the next. You can feel the stress oozing off of them as they fly by. "Will I get everything done? Will I miss something? What will I forget if I don't take care of it now?"...zoom...zoom....zoom...flutter...flutter...flutter...
That stresses me out.
I can feel the tension building in me. I start to feel snappy. I want to say "Calm down. It will all work out. You don't need to do everything right now." But I know if I say anything it will probably sound critical and induce a peaceful effect. And so, whenever this situation presents itself, I find myself compensating for the tension by physically and emotionally slowing down.
I work slower. I move slower. I kind of dull my emotions and try to mentally focus on one specific thing, doing my best to ignore the fluttering around me.
The problem is then I feel unproductive because of my "slowing down" when people are still buzzing around me. It's all rather irritating. Thankfully the fluttering only lasts for a "short" amount of time.
Friday, February 19
Another Grandparent Story
On another visit to see my grandma, the four of us were sitting around a table. My grandma was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and was getting cold. So I offered to run to her room and look for a sweater.
Now there's two things about my grandma that she always does. She always sit with her legs crossed and she is always humming.
So when I returned with the sweater, we put it on her and then I sat down. Immediately after, I heard her humming so I leaned over and asked, "What are you humming Grandma?"
Both my grandpa and sister started laughing because evidently my sister had just asked my grandma the same thing while I was retrieving the sweater.
My grandma chuckled and said, "I'm humming...I'm just humming." To which my grandpa replied, "you're just my little hummingbird, aren't you?" and grandma agreed!
Now there's two things about my grandma that she always does. She always sit with her legs crossed and she is always humming.
So when I returned with the sweater, we put it on her and then I sat down. Immediately after, I heard her humming so I leaned over and asked, "What are you humming Grandma?"
Both my grandpa and sister started laughing because evidently my sister had just asked my grandma the same thing while I was retrieving the sweater.
My grandma chuckled and said, "I'm humming...I'm just humming." To which my grandpa replied, "you're just my little hummingbird, aren't you?" and grandma agreed!
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