Tonight, I have to do something that I haven’t done in at least 5 years.
I have to work on my resume.
No, I didn’t lose my job—quite the contrary! I’m actually applying for a new job. And I’m very excited about it. OK, so it’s in the same department where I currently work, and if I get the job, I’ll still be working for my current boss.
But still! Change can be really exciting. This particular position is a Customer Service Manager position…and I really enjoy customer service. So when this opportunity recently arose, I knew I had to go for it.
Wish me luck!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I Almost Forgot...
I almost forgot, Iwanski and I also enjoyed some quality (both of the good and bad variety) karaoke on Saturday night at a bar in the Dells.
Iwanski entertained the crowd with his renditions of East Bound and Down, and Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound. He also ruffled the feathers of the country music crowd with a rap song. That was fun!
I decided to sing “Dancing Queen” (which I love, and often refer to as “my song”) and “Harper Valley PTA,” a good old rebellious country song.
It was a blast. And we weren’t even that drunk!
Iwanski entertained the crowd with his renditions of East Bound and Down, and Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound. He also ruffled the feathers of the country music crowd with a rap song. That was fun!
I decided to sing “Dancing Queen” (which I love, and often refer to as “my song”) and “Harper Valley PTA,” a good old rebellious country song.
It was a blast. And we weren’t even that drunk!
My Least Favorite Part of the Weekend
As much as I love nature, I hate bugs. I mean, I really hate them. I LOATHE them. In fact, I go through extraordinary lengths to avoid them—like spraying my entire body with bug spray, putting on clothes, and then spraying all over my clothes with bug spray. This is one of the reasons I love living 21 stories up. There aren’t many bugs up there!
But because I love to take walks in the woods, I occasionally run across a bug or two. If a bug ever comes near me, my usual reaction is to freak out and flail my arms about, screaming, while Iwanski stands there, staring at me in amusement. (OK, sometimes he’ll help pick the bug off my skin, if I scream for long enough.)
So this weekend, when we were leaving the boat from our Wisconsin Dells boat tour and I felt a picking sensation in my rear-end, I headed straight to the bathroom to check it out. Pulling down my pants, I shrieked. A spider was crawling around in my underwear! I began shaking my clothes furiously, screaming like a banchee, while the spider danced around, trying to get his footing, and eventually (finally!) dropped to the floor and scuttled under the empty toilet paper tube that was lying there.
I kept shaking my clothes—I wanted to make sure there were no more spiders in there—and finally I pulled up my pants and high-tailed it out of the bathroom to go tell Iwanski the horror I had just experienced.
So yeah, there was a spider crawling around in my underwear. That was definitely the worst part of my weekend.
But because I love to take walks in the woods, I occasionally run across a bug or two. If a bug ever comes near me, my usual reaction is to freak out and flail my arms about, screaming, while Iwanski stands there, staring at me in amusement. (OK, sometimes he’ll help pick the bug off my skin, if I scream for long enough.)
So this weekend, when we were leaving the boat from our Wisconsin Dells boat tour and I felt a picking sensation in my rear-end, I headed straight to the bathroom to check it out. Pulling down my pants, I shrieked. A spider was crawling around in my underwear! I began shaking my clothes furiously, screaming like a banchee, while the spider danced around, trying to get his footing, and eventually (finally!) dropped to the floor and scuttled under the empty toilet paper tube that was lying there.
I kept shaking my clothes—I wanted to make sure there were no more spiders in there—and finally I pulled up my pants and high-tailed it out of the bathroom to go tell Iwanski the horror I had just experienced.
So yeah, there was a spider crawling around in my underwear. That was definitely the worst part of my weekend.
Happy Weekend
Guess where Iwanski and I went for a long weekend?
You’ll never guess…
Yes, that’s right, we once again traveled beyond the Cheddar Curtain. (We must really like cheese!) This time we went to Wisconsin Dells, one of our favorite places on earth and the place where we had our honeymoon twelve years ago when we were young and poor. I love the touristy crap, while Iwanski has a strong affinity to the great outdoors. Well, actually, we both enjoy the beautiful forests and hills of Wisconsin. But this time we didn’t travel there specifically for the nature or the tourist crap.
We traveled there to see Willie Nelson in concert. And oh, what a show he put on! Honestly, the man is 75 years old, and he performed for two hours straight, without one break! And the man’s got SKEELS. He can play the guitar like none other—I could have listened to him for another two hours. It was just fabulous.
And to top it all off, he graciously ended the show by coming over to the audience and shaking people’s hands and signing autographs. I have never seen a performer—especially one of his caliber—do this. He really seemed like a genuinely nice guy.
And although I tried to shake his hand, I was a bit too far away…but Iwanski—the lucky bum!—got right up there and shook his hand. Actually, I’m glad that if one of us shook his hand, it was Iwanski. For a guitar novice who’s currently taking lessons, to shake the hand of a guitar legend like Willie Nelson—well, that was positively magical.
It was just a beautiful evening. We even got to see Willie’s son, Lucas, perform with his band (40 Points) as an opening act and also later with his father’s band. And let me tell you, the guitar-playing talent runs in the family. Lucas played a kick-ass guitar and after the concert, I told him just that! He was in the lobby signing autographs, and I said to him, “Dude, you were awesome!” He just smiled and said thank you, and then turned to sign the next autograph. He seemed to be just as real and nice as his father.
Sigh…I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful night—or weekend!
Besides the concert, my favorite parts of the weekend were taking a Dells boat ride along the scenic Wisconsin river, visiting the Wisconsin Deer Park where we fed and pet some really friendly deer, and walking in the woods with my favorite person in the whole world.
That’s right, Iwanski and I spent four days straight together and never got sick of each other. We enjoyed every minute of the weekend together and made some wonderful memories. I feel very lucky right now.
You’ll never guess…
Yes, that’s right, we once again traveled beyond the Cheddar Curtain. (We must really like cheese!) This time we went to Wisconsin Dells, one of our favorite places on earth and the place where we had our honeymoon twelve years ago when we were young and poor. I love the touristy crap, while Iwanski has a strong affinity to the great outdoors. Well, actually, we both enjoy the beautiful forests and hills of Wisconsin. But this time we didn’t travel there specifically for the nature or the tourist crap.
We traveled there to see Willie Nelson in concert. And oh, what a show he put on! Honestly, the man is 75 years old, and he performed for two hours straight, without one break! And the man’s got SKEELS. He can play the guitar like none other—I could have listened to him for another two hours. It was just fabulous.
And to top it all off, he graciously ended the show by coming over to the audience and shaking people’s hands and signing autographs. I have never seen a performer—especially one of his caliber—do this. He really seemed like a genuinely nice guy.
And although I tried to shake his hand, I was a bit too far away…but Iwanski—the lucky bum!—got right up there and shook his hand. Actually, I’m glad that if one of us shook his hand, it was Iwanski. For a guitar novice who’s currently taking lessons, to shake the hand of a guitar legend like Willie Nelson—well, that was positively magical.
It was just a beautiful evening. We even got to see Willie’s son, Lucas, perform with his band (40 Points) as an opening act and also later with his father’s band. And let me tell you, the guitar-playing talent runs in the family. Lucas played a kick-ass guitar and after the concert, I told him just that! He was in the lobby signing autographs, and I said to him, “Dude, you were awesome!” He just smiled and said thank you, and then turned to sign the next autograph. He seemed to be just as real and nice as his father.
Sigh…I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful night—or weekend!
Besides the concert, my favorite parts of the weekend were taking a Dells boat ride along the scenic Wisconsin river, visiting the Wisconsin Deer Park where we fed and pet some really friendly deer, and walking in the woods with my favorite person in the whole world.
That’s right, Iwanski and I spent four days straight together and never got sick of each other. We enjoyed every minute of the weekend together and made some wonderful memories. I feel very lucky right now.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Cats VS Wii
Well, it’s been two whole weeks, and the Wii Fit and I have become good friends. We see each other every day, and it tells me I’m doing a good job. (I have yet to be chastised. I’m dreading that day.)
But there is one problem.
Our cats have decided that the Wii Fit is their worst enemy.
Hattie the cat has a particular hatred of it. You see, before the arrival of W.F., I would do a bit of exercise every morning (I am Miss Healthypants, after all), and then I sat on the floor and stretched my hamstrings. As I stretched, I would pet Hattie, and she would roll around the floor purring and chirping in sheer ecstacy.
Now the Wii Fit has changed all that. Now, instead of stretching on the floor, I do standing yoga poses on the Wii balance board. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried it, but it’s pretty difficult to pet a cat while you’re balancing on one leg and stretching your arms into the air.
So now Hattie has taken to throwing herself on the floor right in front of me as I exercise, rolling around and crying like a newborn baby. The poor thing.
And to make it worse, because of this recent lack of attention, Hattie also has begun to wake us up every morning at least an hour earlier than normal with her pathetic cries.
It is quite annoying. But I guess it’s good practice for (hopefully) being a parent someday.
So this morning, I stretched on the floor and pet Hattie for a good ten minutes while she rolled around, chirping feverishly. And tonight, I’ll do the same. Hopefully it will placate the silly little cat.
She’s just lucky she’s cute. That’s her saving grace.
As for the other cat, Autumn, she also blames the Wii Fit for the recent lack of attention paid to her. This morning, while I was doing jacknife sit-ups and placing my feet on the balance board, Autumn came right along and plopped her butt down on the board.
The Wii Fit went crazy. My personal trainer said “you’re a little off-balance.” No kidding! I shoved Autumn off, and she responded with an extremely loud hiss. (I’m pretty sure she was hissing at the Wii Fit, and not me.)
So later I also spent some time with her, petting her and telling her what a good girl she is.
Man, those cats have it made. They never do anything important or noteworthy, and yet they’re always getting positive accolades.
I want to be reincarnated as a cat.
But there is one problem.
Our cats have decided that the Wii Fit is their worst enemy.
Hattie the cat has a particular hatred of it. You see, before the arrival of W.F., I would do a bit of exercise every morning (I am Miss Healthypants, after all), and then I sat on the floor and stretched my hamstrings. As I stretched, I would pet Hattie, and she would roll around the floor purring and chirping in sheer ecstacy.
Now the Wii Fit has changed all that. Now, instead of stretching on the floor, I do standing yoga poses on the Wii balance board. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried it, but it’s pretty difficult to pet a cat while you’re balancing on one leg and stretching your arms into the air.
So now Hattie has taken to throwing herself on the floor right in front of me as I exercise, rolling around and crying like a newborn baby. The poor thing.
And to make it worse, because of this recent lack of attention, Hattie also has begun to wake us up every morning at least an hour earlier than normal with her pathetic cries.
It is quite annoying. But I guess it’s good practice for (hopefully) being a parent someday.
So this morning, I stretched on the floor and pet Hattie for a good ten minutes while she rolled around, chirping feverishly. And tonight, I’ll do the same. Hopefully it will placate the silly little cat.
She’s just lucky she’s cute. That’s her saving grace.
As for the other cat, Autumn, she also blames the Wii Fit for the recent lack of attention paid to her. This morning, while I was doing jacknife sit-ups and placing my feet on the balance board, Autumn came right along and plopped her butt down on the board.
The Wii Fit went crazy. My personal trainer said “you’re a little off-balance.” No kidding! I shoved Autumn off, and she responded with an extremely loud hiss. (I’m pretty sure she was hissing at the Wii Fit, and not me.)
So later I also spent some time with her, petting her and telling her what a good girl she is.
Man, those cats have it made. They never do anything important or noteworthy, and yet they’re always getting positive accolades.
I want to be reincarnated as a cat.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The Best and the Worst
Iwanski and I recently Tivo’d the AFI’s 10 Top 10 Movies. It is amazing to realize how many truly wonderful movies have been made. It’s also amazing to realize how many of those movies I haven’t seen! I now have a list of movies I must see. You wanna know what they are? Okay, I’ll tell you.
2001: A Space Odyssey
Jerry Maguire
The Hustler
The Maltese Falcon
Chinatown
Harvey
It Happened One Night
The Philadelphia Story
Roman Holiday
Caddyshack*
*Yes, I’ve seen Caddyshack—like 50 times. But I must see it again! I think it’s hilarious.
You know, when I look at this list, it’s really sad to think of all the movies I HAVE seen instead of these 10 movies. For example:
--Problem Child (I wanted to kill the kid in this movie. Why did I ever think I’d like it?)
--Smokey and the Bandit Part 3 (This movie is so bad, Iwanski and I couldn’t even finish watching it.)
--Talladega Nights (I love Will Ferrell, but I thought this movie was particularly stupid, even for him.)
--Clifford (Iwanski loves this movie. I LOATHE it. Martin Short is extremely creepy and annoying as a young child.)
--The Flintstones (Transforming cartoon characters into human characters = bad idea.)
--Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls (Yes, I rented the sequel. I think Jim Carrey’s hilarious, but I just couldn’t sit through this one.)
--Little Nicky (Some funny acting, but a dumb plot, and I just couldn’t get over Adam Sandler’s weird-sounding voice.)
--Lord of The Rings (I don’t care what anyone says—I could not WAIT for this movie to end. It was SO dreadfully boring. Just get to the ring, already!!)
--Freddy Got Fingered (Iwanski actually likes this movie. He’s a little crazy like that.)
--Mannequin (I actually loved this silly movie, but I was 13. Give me a break.)
Man, I’ve seen quite a bit of silly and/or bad movies. But I gotta think, if I wasn’t watching these movies, what would I have been doing?
At 13, I would probably have been paging through one of my Mom’s Danielle Steel books, trying to find the sex scenes. Nowadays, I’d probably just be surfing the net or drinking a beer.
So really, watching these movies saved me from being a perverse alcoholic internet addict…right?
2001: A Space Odyssey
Jerry Maguire
The Hustler
The Maltese Falcon
Chinatown
Harvey
It Happened One Night
The Philadelphia Story
Roman Holiday
Caddyshack*
*Yes, I’ve seen Caddyshack—like 50 times. But I must see it again! I think it’s hilarious.
You know, when I look at this list, it’s really sad to think of all the movies I HAVE seen instead of these 10 movies. For example:
--Problem Child (I wanted to kill the kid in this movie. Why did I ever think I’d like it?)
--Smokey and the Bandit Part 3 (This movie is so bad, Iwanski and I couldn’t even finish watching it.)
--Talladega Nights (I love Will Ferrell, but I thought this movie was particularly stupid, even for him.)
--Clifford (Iwanski loves this movie. I LOATHE it. Martin Short is extremely creepy and annoying as a young child.)
--The Flintstones (Transforming cartoon characters into human characters = bad idea.)
--Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls (Yes, I rented the sequel. I think Jim Carrey’s hilarious, but I just couldn’t sit through this one.)
--Little Nicky (Some funny acting, but a dumb plot, and I just couldn’t get over Adam Sandler’s weird-sounding voice.)
--Lord of The Rings (I don’t care what anyone says—I could not WAIT for this movie to end. It was SO dreadfully boring. Just get to the ring, already!!)
--Freddy Got Fingered (Iwanski actually likes this movie. He’s a little crazy like that.)
--Mannequin (I actually loved this silly movie, but I was 13. Give me a break.)
Man, I’ve seen quite a bit of silly and/or bad movies. But I gotta think, if I wasn’t watching these movies, what would I have been doing?
At 13, I would probably have been paging through one of my Mom’s Danielle Steel books, trying to find the sex scenes. Nowadays, I’d probably just be surfing the net or drinking a beer.
So really, watching these movies saved me from being a perverse alcoholic internet addict…right?
Monday, June 16, 2008
Why I’m Like A Dude – Sort-Of
I’m a Gemini, which means I have twin personalities. Or something like that. I have just figured out that my two personalities are dude and chick. Let me explain.
Here’s why I’m like a dude:
1. I like to drink beer and belch really loudly. (Iwanski can attest to this.)
2. I like to watch sports. Okay, so I don’t know players’ names like most sport enthusiasts, but I like to cheer with the best of them. I especially like cheering for the Bulls, the Cubs, and the Bears…and cheering against the Green Bay Packers. (Having lived 25 years in Wisconsin, I was a Packer fan until I got sick of all the hype surrounding the team. People up there literally worship the Packers. There is an actual book called “Leap of Faith: God Must Be a Packer Fan.” Seriously.)
3. I notice and comment on women’s cleavage when it’s particularly—err, noticeable. (Iwanski can also attest to this. Often I notice the large cleavage before he does and point it out to him. He is very grateful to me when I do that.)
4. I like watching stupid comedies where the humor is all about people getting hit in the crotch and stuff like that.
Here’s why I’m like a chick:
1. I like to watch love stories, no matter how unrealistic they are. (The Lake House comes to mind. I absolutely loved that movie.)
2. I like to talk on the phone with my girlfriends and analyze and overanalyze every conversation with everybody I’ve come into contact with in the past week.
3. I loved the Sex In The City movie and cried several times during it.
4. I can cry at the drop of a hat.
5. I obsess about losing weight but refuse to give up chocolate or wine.
6. I dream about being a Mommy someday.
Hmmm…I just noticed that the chick list contains the words “overanalyze,” “cry” and “obsess,” while the dude list contains the words “beer,” “sports,” and “comedies.”
God, being a dude must be like heaven. They just don’t know how lucky they are.
Here’s why I’m like a dude:
1. I like to drink beer and belch really loudly. (Iwanski can attest to this.)
2. I like to watch sports. Okay, so I don’t know players’ names like most sport enthusiasts, but I like to cheer with the best of them. I especially like cheering for the Bulls, the Cubs, and the Bears…and cheering against the Green Bay Packers. (Having lived 25 years in Wisconsin, I was a Packer fan until I got sick of all the hype surrounding the team. People up there literally worship the Packers. There is an actual book called “Leap of Faith: God Must Be a Packer Fan.” Seriously.)
3. I notice and comment on women’s cleavage when it’s particularly—err, noticeable. (Iwanski can also attest to this. Often I notice the large cleavage before he does and point it out to him. He is very grateful to me when I do that.)
4. I like watching stupid comedies where the humor is all about people getting hit in the crotch and stuff like that.
Here’s why I’m like a chick:
1. I like to watch love stories, no matter how unrealistic they are. (The Lake House comes to mind. I absolutely loved that movie.)
2. I like to talk on the phone with my girlfriends and analyze and overanalyze every conversation with everybody I’ve come into contact with in the past week.
3. I loved the Sex In The City movie and cried several times during it.
4. I can cry at the drop of a hat.
5. I obsess about losing weight but refuse to give up chocolate or wine.
6. I dream about being a Mommy someday.
Hmmm…I just noticed that the chick list contains the words “overanalyze,” “cry” and “obsess,” while the dude list contains the words “beer,” “sports,” and “comedies.”
God, being a dude must be like heaven. They just don’t know how lucky they are.
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