Settling down after working my first shift in music as well as my first time to close. Even though putting out new releases and such is a lot, it wasn't bad at all. It's just late. And in all of the hubbub to get finished and clock out, I forgot that I still had a phone on my hip.
Yep, it's sitting in my car overnight, and I'm going to have to bring it back in the morning. lol
And now I need a Tylenol PM.
I would like it known that the security camera behind the counter makes my backside look goooooood.
Today after I began shelving DVDs, the Store Manager finds me to ask the usual productivity questions and to give me the "Sell, sell, sell!" pep talk, but first, he had to let me know that if a customer approaches me and is not an appropriate customer-- like he's trying to ask me out-- to dial the M.O.D. (Manager On Duty) and to ask them to come to me, and we'll figure it out. Apparently a guy came into the store looking for me, asking for the redheaded girl, if said Manager would tell him my name because he'd like to meet me, etc.
*rolls eyes*
Really? Really...
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
NOLA Pictures
Some of this I'm proud of for artistic reasons. Some are just to document a few of the places we went. You get to decide which are... which...
Outside the coffee shop where we parked.
Brilliant marketing strategy.
"Walking picture" on the way to the Confederate Civil War Museum
The front
The steps out. We weren't allowed to take pictures inside, but it was nifty.
From the sampling of uniforms they had in the museum, we decided that people in the next 200 years are going to be freaking Nephilim.
Across the street from the Confederate Museum, next to the Nat'l WWII museum
Have I mentioned how much I love clouds and looking at the sky?
Altar of St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square
I betcha their organ is better than ours...
I. Love. Stained glass.
I didn't find any literature in the church to prove this to be true, but I'm fairly certain the windows depicted scenes from St. Louis' life. If I think of it, I'll look it up and let you know.
If you watch the news or internet headlines at all, you know that tomorrow is the five year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. I ask that you join me in sending prayers and overall good ju-ju to the city of New Orleans and all who were and are affected by the hurricane.
They've come a long way, but they still have a lot longer to go before New Orleans will have returned to it's Crescent City Glory, and I'm sure other cities on the coast affected are no different.
♥
Outside the coffee shop where we parked.
Brilliant marketing strategy.
"Walking picture" on the way to the Confederate Civil War Museum
The front
The steps out. We weren't allowed to take pictures inside, but it was nifty.
From the sampling of uniforms they had in the museum, we decided that people in the next 200 years are going to be freaking Nephilim.
Across the street from the Confederate Museum, next to the Nat'l WWII museum
Have I mentioned how much I love clouds and looking at the sky?
Altar of St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square
I betcha their organ is better than ours...
I. Love. Stained glass.
I didn't find any literature in the church to prove this to be true, but I'm fairly certain the windows depicted scenes from St. Louis' life. If I think of it, I'll look it up and let you know.
If you watch the news or internet headlines at all, you know that tomorrow is the five year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. I ask that you join me in sending prayers and overall good ju-ju to the city of New Orleans and all who were and are affected by the hurricane.
They've come a long way, but they still have a lot longer to go before New Orleans will have returned to it's Crescent City Glory, and I'm sure other cities on the coast affected are no different.
♥
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Food, food, GLORIOUS food!
What do I do with my time off?
I eat (apparently).
I was called into work at the last minute yesterday, so we decided to postpone birthday luncheon (which ended up being just me and Papaw. Just as well, I suppose.) 'til today.
However, I did make a pretty scrumptious dinner last night, if I say so myself. Papaw thoroughly enjoyed it, too. XD
Mmmm... three cheese tortellini & turkey meatballs with cheese breadsticks (and optional cinnamon breadsticks for dessert).
Mind you, none of this was made from scratch, but it was a really good combination of the store-bought.
Voila!
Lunch today wasn't quite as pretty looking as that, but it was pretty tasty.
Boar's Head ham, chicken & Sargento Swiss on French bread.
It was delicious, be we decided to rethink the French bread in favor of a rye loaf next time.
(Molly! The good people at our Publix deli know to give samples. It made me think of you and smile.)
Now, for the strawberry shortcake!
Most of this was from scratch, starting with the sour cream biscuits (thank you, Southern Living!).
1st batch... minus the two we used for our shortcakes...
2nd batch dough
2nd batch baked
Aren't they beautiful?
Key ingredients to my ideal strawberry shortcake:
homemade whipped cream, slightly smashed strawberries with straight-up sugar, and the aforementioned yummy biscuits.
Yup, it's pretty- even in a paper bowl.
I also have a few pictures I took in NOLA this weekend that I'm kind of proud of and I'd like to share with you, but that'll be later today. I have to go learn & practice my audition piece for next week!
I eat (apparently).
I was called into work at the last minute yesterday, so we decided to postpone birthday luncheon (which ended up being just me and Papaw. Just as well, I suppose.) 'til today.
However, I did make a pretty scrumptious dinner last night, if I say so myself. Papaw thoroughly enjoyed it, too. XD
Mmmm... three cheese tortellini & turkey meatballs with cheese breadsticks (and optional cinnamon breadsticks for dessert).
Mind you, none of this was made from scratch, but it was a really good combination of the store-bought.
Voila!
Lunch today wasn't quite as pretty looking as that, but it was pretty tasty.
Boar's Head ham, chicken & Sargento Swiss on French bread.
It was delicious, be we decided to rethink the French bread in favor of a rye loaf next time.
(Molly! The good people at our Publix deli know to give samples. It made me think of you and smile.)
Now, for the strawberry shortcake!
Most of this was from scratch, starting with the sour cream biscuits (thank you, Southern Living!).
1st batch... minus the two we used for our shortcakes...
2nd batch dough
2nd batch baked
Aren't they beautiful?
Key ingredients to my ideal strawberry shortcake:
homemade whipped cream, slightly smashed strawberries with straight-up sugar, and the aforementioned yummy biscuits.
Yup, it's pretty- even in a paper bowl.
I also have a few pictures I took in NOLA this weekend that I'm kind of proud of and I'd like to share with you, but that'll be later today. I have to go learn & practice my audition piece for next week!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Welcome Ava and Aunty Lori!
I officially have a handful of followers!
I warn you, this isn't anything interesting. I just do it for myself.
There. You have been warned.
Went to NOLA this weekend to bring Richard the rest of his things and officially bid him farewell. I was the fifth wheel to his parents, his brother, and Richard's other best friend/his brother's girlfriend. We stayed at his "aunt" and "uncle's" home just outside of New Orleans.
All in all it was a good weekend, though emotionally charged (vacillating between positive and negative). Love the Hebert fam and LJ, though. :)
It was just difficult because (well, a number of things, actually, but mainly) we didn't get to see Richard as much as we wanted. Thankfully, we did get a couple of quality hours before we left Sunday, but the girls all teared up when we said good-bye, and Richard's mom and I were weepy pretty much the whole way home. I got a hold of myself a little bit the last couple of hours of the trip back, thanks to LJ and some choice tunes, but once I got in the car by myself, I sobbed. Got home to Mom and my eyes were, no joke, redder than my hair--about like this. It was the ugly kind of cry with the twisted face and the hyperventilating... and the remnants of redness and puffiness this morning.
Thankfully, today was a good day. Went to work this morning (It's pretty sad when work makes me feel better... Have I mentioned I love this job?), and by the end of the day I helped to sell a nook©-- my very first! I feel like a retail goddess...
Okay, not really, but it was exciting.
Then came home, ate dinner, and watched True Blood (wtf, Alan Ball????!?!?!?!??!) before Mom and I went to Publix to get stuff for Papaw's birthday luncheon tomorrow. Mom has to work tomorrow evening, so we're having a nice lunch together with strawberry shortcake for dessert. I've been daydreaming about strawberry shortcake all weekend.
If I'm as cheesy as I think, I'll take pictures and upload them.
With that, I bid you all adieu. I am going to pop a couple Benedryl and read myself to sleep.
Green Gables, here I come!
P.S. The sweetest boy in the world is snoring next to me. I love that he hangs out with me now that I actually enjoy being in my room. He's such a love!
I warn you, this isn't anything interesting. I just do it for myself.
There. You have been warned.
"'Dear me, there is nothing but meetings and partings in this world, as Mrs. Lynde says,' remarked Anne plaintively..."
Went to NOLA this weekend to bring Richard the rest of his things and officially bid him farewell. I was the fifth wheel to his parents, his brother, and Richard's other best friend/his brother's girlfriend. We stayed at his "aunt" and "uncle's" home just outside of New Orleans.
All in all it was a good weekend, though emotionally charged (vacillating between positive and negative). Love the Hebert fam and LJ, though. :)
It was just difficult because (well, a number of things, actually, but mainly) we didn't get to see Richard as much as we wanted. Thankfully, we did get a couple of quality hours before we left Sunday, but the girls all teared up when we said good-bye, and Richard's mom and I were weepy pretty much the whole way home. I got a hold of myself a little bit the last couple of hours of the trip back, thanks to LJ and some choice tunes, but once I got in the car by myself, I sobbed. Got home to Mom and my eyes were, no joke, redder than my hair--about like this. It was the ugly kind of cry with the twisted face and the hyperventilating... and the remnants of redness and puffiness this morning.
Thankfully, today was a good day. Went to work this morning (It's pretty sad when work makes me feel better... Have I mentioned I love this job?), and by the end of the day I helped to sell a nook©-- my very first! I feel like a retail goddess...
Okay, not really, but it was exciting.
Then came home, ate dinner, and watched True Blood (wtf, Alan Ball????!?!?!?!??!) before Mom and I went to Publix to get stuff for Papaw's birthday luncheon tomorrow. Mom has to work tomorrow evening, so we're having a nice lunch together with strawberry shortcake for dessert. I've been daydreaming about strawberry shortcake all weekend.
If I'm as cheesy as I think, I'll take pictures and upload them.
With that, I bid you all adieu. I am going to pop a couple Benedryl and read myself to sleep.
Green Gables, here I come!
P.S. The sweetest boy in the world is snoring next to me. I love that he hangs out with me now that I actually enjoy being in my room. He's such a love!
Friday, August 20, 2010
See ya Sunday!
Don't worry, my bed is made now.
My closet!
To the left.
To the right.
Isn't it beautiful?
Jenna, that big, black bag from Charlotte Russe is filled with more stuff for you guys.
So, things aren't exactly in the places where they'll live permanently, but they are getting closer.
My hope is to turn one or two of those shelves into bookshelves, and then who knows what I'll do with all of those stuffed animals...
I totally rocked some of my newly acquired shelving skills.
And I suppose that's more than enough of that.
I should be leaving to go to NOLA for the weekend soon. I'm going to help Richard's family move him into the dorm completely.
Is it weird that I'm more nervous than excited about it at this point?
Fail... Ah, well!
#1 It's 12:03, and I'm posting.
#2 I didn't get everything finished per se.
#3 I feel like there should be a number three, but those were my only 2 major failings as far as the room and this post is concerned...
Eh, you don't really care about it as much as I do, so let's move on, shall we?
WAIT! Here's failure #3. I took the "After" pictures around 11:10, and then I continued to clean up, so they are now inaccurate. AND I forgot to take a picture of the inside of my new make up drawer. I'm very proud of it. So, ya know what?
Pictures will come after I've slept approximately 8 hours.
This post is a huge disappointment, so let me try to increase it's appeal by leaving you with one of the distinct differences between my dogs.
They have been observing this process for the past few days, and sometimes even spend time with me while I am (or am not...) working in here. They'll stop outside my bedroom door, look at me, and do that cute little head tilt that says, "What exactly are you doing again?"
[I ask myself that EVERY day.]
Well, tonight my floor began essentially invisible. There was one of those long under-the-bed Rubbermaids (teehee... that sounds dirty...), a gift bag I'm putting together for Lauren and something else I can no longer recall stretched across the entrance to my room.
First Brooklyn peeks in my room, sees me on my bed (checking facebook), and proceeds to leap over the blockade and onto my bed in two bounds. He chilled there with me for about ten minutes.
Then about five minutes later, Heidi's form darkens my doorway, and she begins to do her little "Roo-rooey" thing. I look at her and ask, "What?"
"Roo ROO rooooo roooo..."
"Ya think so?"
"Rrrrruff."
Yes, the little princess needed me to move everything so she could come into my room, and she had no qualms about letting me know.
It's a similar situation when they go outside.
Brooklyn's all chill and goes with the flow (baha), and whenever you open the door to let him back inside, he's cool. Whatevs.
When Heidi, however, is ready to come inside, she's good and ready. She's a lady and begins with one patient scratch, but the longer you make her wait, the more insistent her scratches become. If you are REALLY taking your sweet time, she'll become more vocal about it.
Granted, Brooklyn has a foot/shoe fetish, but when it comes down to it, boys will be boys and girls will be high maintenance.
#2 I didn't get everything finished per se.
#3 I feel like there should be a number three, but those were my only 2 major failings as far as the room and this post is concerned...
Eh, you don't really care about it as much as I do, so let's move on, shall we?
WAIT! Here's failure #3. I took the "After" pictures around 11:10, and then I continued to clean up, so they are now inaccurate. AND I forgot to take a picture of the inside of my new make up drawer. I'm very proud of it. So, ya know what?
Pictures will come after I've slept approximately 8 hours.
This post is a huge disappointment, so let me try to increase it's appeal by leaving you with one of the distinct differences between my dogs.
They have been observing this process for the past few days, and sometimes even spend time with me while I am (or am not...) working in here. They'll stop outside my bedroom door, look at me, and do that cute little head tilt that says, "What exactly are you doing again?"
[I ask myself that EVERY day.]
Well, tonight my floor began essentially invisible. There was one of those long under-the-bed Rubbermaids (teehee... that sounds dirty...), a gift bag I'm putting together for Lauren and something else I can no longer recall stretched across the entrance to my room.
First Brooklyn peeks in my room, sees me on my bed (checking facebook), and proceeds to leap over the blockade and onto my bed in two bounds. He chilled there with me for about ten minutes.
Then about five minutes later, Heidi's form darkens my doorway, and she begins to do her little "Roo-rooey" thing. I look at her and ask, "What?"
"Roo ROO rooooo roooo..."
"Ya think so?"
"Rrrrruff."
Yes, the little princess needed me to move everything so she could come into my room, and she had no qualms about letting me know.
It's a similar situation when they go outside.
Brooklyn's all chill and goes with the flow (baha), and whenever you open the door to let him back inside, he's cool. Whatevs.
When Heidi, however, is ready to come inside, she's good and ready. She's a lady and begins with one patient scratch, but the longer you make her wait, the more insistent her scratches become. If you are REALLY taking your sweet time, she'll become more vocal about it.
Granted, Brooklyn has a foot/shoe fetish, but when it comes down to it, boys will be boys and girls will be high maintenance.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Must. Finish. Today...
"The third stage of grief is making piles."
~Lorelai Gilmore
She wasn't lying, kids. These are the before shots from when I started this project Monday.
And I guess they're not technically the official "Before" shots because I'd already moved my bed and such, but it's when the mess REALLY began to take shape.
Bed is now in the corner of the room.
Taboo? Probably, but I want more floor space, and my room is just too small to keep it in the middle. Sorry, Papaw!
After moving a majority of my clothes into the walk-in closet in the master bedroom, I moved my dresser to the closet. Again, more floor space!
A good bit of the stuff had to line the hallway while I moved the aforementioned furniture.
That's how far my door would open at the time. I'm proud to report it now opens as far as the hinges will allow.
It is my greatest wish of the day to post the "After" shots before midnight.
LOTS to do, folks! Lots to do.
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