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Some Hopes, for 2013 and Beyond

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I’m a little late.  So sue me.  I don’t really make New Year’s Resolutions because I never follow through.  That doesn’t mean I don’t hope for things though.  I hope a lot.

I hope to be more understanding about the way people live their lives.

I hope to make a wonderful wife to Mike.

I hope to learn to cook…at least one dish.

I hope that Parenthood never goes away, because I can’t fathom another October Road.  I cannot go through it again…not knowing what happened to Nick and Hannah, or whether Nick or Eddie is Sam’s father.  I can’t!

I hope to read more…  What’s reasonable?  10 books this year?

I hope that reading more makes me want to write more.  

I hope that I can keep up this running and crunching thing. Because I’m kinda starting to like the way I look.

I hope I love my wedding dress even more when it gets here.  Who knew it took 6-8 months?  I’m dying to see her again!

I hope Mike to go somewhere exciting for our March anniversary.

I hope we get to go somewhere even more exciting for our honeymoon.

I hope we start the processing of buying a house.  We went to an open house and it truly ignited a fire in me to have a space of my own.  I love our townhouse, but to have a home…and to quit wasting money on rent.

I hope we can save a ton of money this year.

I hope the jeweler we’re working with sends me designs of my wedding band soon.

I hope our engagement session is beautiful.

I hope I’m pregnant when 2014 starts.

I hope all my knocked up friends have wonderful pregnancies and deliveries and that their nuggets are all healthy and happy.  

I hope to find ways to show Mom & Dad how much I appreciate all they do for me.

I hope my Grandma keeps her chin up and keeps moving.  

I hope the economy settles back into 1990s mode.

I hope that our country heads in the right direction.

I hope I talk to God in a more focused sense…rather than randomly throughout the day.

I hope I learn to like tea over coffee.

I hope I can quit eating marshmallows the way I do.  No lie, I have 4-5 bags stashed around my house.  And I just killed the Peeps.

I hope I can find tons of cute skirts for cheap.

I hope that camping becomes a common activity this summer.

I hope that Mike will take me fishing…a lot.

I hope none of my pre-determined baby names become popular.

I hope I begin to feel like an adult.

I hope I never lose the “kid” in me.

I hope that all the girls I went to college with can make peace.  I hope they realize that we only get one group of college friends and that we’re being idiots not seeing each other more often.

I hope I find an identity I can be proud of.

I hope I can find the “country” I seem to have misplaced.  

I hope I go to more concerts.

I hope that country music turns around for the better.

I hope to find one crafty bone in my body.

and…

I hope for one of the best years of my life, in 2013 and beyond.

 

 
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Posted by on January 7, 2013 in Daily Happenings

 

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When the Hell Did I Get So Boring and Twitchy?

I was talking with my friend Chris today and we both agree that our late 20’s are kind of shitty.  I can’t get in the same town as Mike and Chris is looking to catch a break in more than a few ways.

And I’m so damn worried about the future that quite frankly, I’ve turned into a royal curmudgeon.  So much so, in fact, that my left eye has not stopped twitching for weeks.  TWITCHY CURMUDGEON!

I rarely go out during the week with my coworkers…and if I do, I’m usually pretty lame.  You can ask them.  They will tell you the same.

I didn’t want to celebrate my birthday.  I got cranky about my oil change.  I pouted about living alone when I had to kill a spider.  I get pissy because I can’t decorate my apartment (if I can’t paint, then why even bother?).  Then I get pissier because I don’t want to live in an apartment and I want a backyard.

It never ends.  I’m boring.  I’ve lost my excitement about “right now” because I’m so worried about the future.  I’m going to try to change that…

If you catch me being a curmudgeon, smack me and tell me to snap out of it.

 
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Posted by on April 26, 2012 in Daily Happenings

 

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Return to College

Tonight, I’m going to my college roommate’s house in my college town to drink like I used to drink…in college.  🙂

 
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Posted by on April 13, 2012 in Daily Happenings

 

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A Power Hour…on Twitter? And a New Roseanne Friend!

It’s true.  Power Hours no longer have to be experienced in a dirty sticky dorm room with Natural Light cans falling to the ground every few minutes.  Power Hours have taken to the interwebs!  Last night, I experienced something wonderful–my first Power Hour via Twitter.

I did Power Hours all the time in college.  For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, a Power Hour is an hour in which you take a shot of beer every consecutive minute for an hour.  This is usually timed to a CD of 1-minute snippets of 60 songs pieced together.

Since college, though, I’ve only done a few Power Hours.  My darling old roommate Kay and her husband Matt still do Power Hours on a regular basis and this makes me proud.

My friend Mike created a Twitter handle specifically for the purpose of Power Hours on Twitter, and about 5 of us got online last night to partake.  I have to say that I miss these people from college terribly.  It was so nice to be able to sneak a case of Natty Light in a backpack (remember, Ashland University is “dry”) up the stairs to the dorm rooms or the frat house and hunker down with your friends (which is something you should do if you are currently attending or plan to attend AU).

I was introduced (via Twitter, of course) to a woman named Kendal.  In the process of the Power Hour, Mike asked what song was playing for each of us.

I answered that I was not, in fact, listening to a CD, but rather watching Roseanne.  Simultaneously, Kendal said the same thing.  She, like me, does not have cable and watches all 9 seasons of Roseanne on repeat.  Just.  Like.  Me.

The world stopped for a few seconds.  With her on Season 2, Disc 1, and me on Season 8, Disc 2, I knew that something spectacular had happened.

Kay, Kendal, and I are going to have to get together and watch Roseanne.  There have to be drinking games to Roseanne, right?  Oh wait, here‘s one!

 
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Posted by on January 20, 2012 in Daily Happenings, Domesticity

 

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The Proper Drinking Age – According to Me

Another Matt-themed question for the week.  This one is actually something I feel pretty strongly about.

What is the proper age to begin drinking?

Well, I say 16.  Now hear me out.  At 16 years old, kids start to think that they’re adults.  They start to think that because they can drive, that they can do other adult things–like drink alcohol.

I think they’re right, with some very necessary stipulations:

  1. The first time kids drink, and really until college, I think kids should drink in the presence of their parents or trusted adults.  The purpose of this is to learn their limits, particularly before they go to college and lack supervision.  For instance, I knew that three beers made me silly when I was 16 because I’d drink them at family gatherings.  I knew that I could handle about 2 mixed drinks, and I hated wine.  I learned what it felt like to be tipsy, and what it felt like to be drunk, and because of this, I knew when to stop at college.
  2. If parents let kids drink, it immediately takes the excitement away from underage drinking.  Part of what is so alluring about it is the fact that you’re not supposed to do it.  And when your parents give you the go ahead, it loses some of its luster, thus creating less situations where “being a badass” leads to “blacked out and pregnant.”
  3. We should let kids drink and learn their limits early on, too, because guess what, they’re going to do it one way or another.
  4. And if we start them at 16, they’ll have approximately two years to try every type of alcohol they can (in front of their parents) and to learn how they respond to all of it.  It’s a learning experience.

Alcohol can make anyone dumb, but often that idiocy is brought on by lack of experience and an ignorance of limits.  Let kids learn before they head out into the world alone.

 
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Posted by on September 22, 2011 in Daily Happenings

 

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Over Ohio and Through Indiana to Roseanne’s House We Go!

!!!!!!!!  It’s official.  I am going to Roseanne’s house.  It’s true!  Okay okay, not her real house (which is in Hawaii now), and not even a house she ever actually lived in.  And truth be told, according to my good buddy, Bruce, they never actually filmed inside this house, either…  But I will be visiting THE HOUSE (or at least the outside of it) that is featured in all of the episodes of Roseanne!

The Promised Land of All Domestic Goddesses

Alright alright, you’re not excited about this at all, are you?  WELL YOU SHOULD BE!  On October 21, my roommate from college (Kay, aka Snoop-A-Loop) will grab her green hat, and we will go to Indianapolis to pick up Barbs, another friend from college.  No doubt, Barbs will have her cranky thong on, so we’re going to have to get her drunk and throw her into the car the next morning.

From there, we will drive to 619 South Runnymeade Avenue in Evansville, Indiana, and we will take shameless photos in front of the house.  Barbs will probably be snapping most of the pictures, as she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about Roseanne.

Would it be out of line to ask the people who live there if we can come in?  I hope it’s not out of line, because I fully intend on doing it.

I AM SO EXCITED!!!

 

 
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Posted by on September 1, 2011 in Daily Happenings, Domesticity

 

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Working On the Line – The College Kids

There are hundreds, thousands, of folks that worked at the Whirlpool factory with me.  They were true Whirlpool employees–ones with benefits, and families, and an intent to stay on the line.

And then there was me, and the rest of the temporary help–the college kids.

We were only there for the summer, and I could never quite tell if the true Whirlpool employees  like the idea of summer help coming in, or if they dreaded it.  I can think of reasons for both.

I’m sure they liked when we came in because it gave them the opportunity to take vacations.  They got to train us which meant that they got to work half as hard for a few weeks.  And I’m sure that it was nice talking to someone new, someone they hadn’t worked with for 20 years, and someone whose story they hadn’t heard.  And on top of that, we were entertaining.

I worked on the Line 2 Horseshoe for five out of the six summers I worked there.  It was the feature panel line (feature panels are the back of the washing machine) and it was literally shaped like a horseshoe.  The people I worked with were (mostly) great.  There were the regulars–an eccentric group of people who had known each other for years–and the college kids:  me, my cousin Heather, Joni, and occasionally Sarah, Nick, Rob, and some others.

Look familiar, Joni?

Heather, Joni and I were really the ones who were there the most, in the same spots, in the same rotation.  I like to think we brought life to the line.  From Heather talking about all of the crazy stuff that went on at college to Joni putting Kevlar sleeves over her calves as leg warmers and dancing around wildly to the Michael Sembello song “Maniac”, we had fun.

We picked on Manny and laughed with Terry.  I picked Drew’s brain for hippy memories and to build my summer concert list, and we took time to talk to Artie the jeep driver.  We played Big Frank’s “What would you do if you had a million dollars?” game, and we spent hours telling Little Frank that he wasn’t as badass as he thought.

I think that many of the regulars liked talking to us because we were something new.  I think our generation–a generation without much censorship–shocked them a little and made them laugh.

Working 8 hours a day next to these people made it damn near impossible not to develop friendships with them, and to not care about them.  And I kept up with many of them, too.

I emailed Drew for awhile, called Terry a lot and went to visit her when her husband was hit by a car.  I go to see Toni (from my sixth summer on Line 3) once in awhile, and my dad fixed Artie’s lawn mower.

As far as the college kids go–Heather’s due date for her first son is tomorrow.  Joni has a darling little girl now and Sarah is in cosmetology school.  My cousins Meghan and Heidi worked on a separate part of the line, and they’re both teachers and doing well.  Heidi has a little boy, too.  Sarah is in cosmetology school, and Rob kind of disappeared from what I understand.  And Nick…Nick died in a motorcycle accident about two years ago.  And it was horrible to hear about.

When you all experience a job like working at a factory, and when you spend that many hours a day next to people in close quarters, you do end up talking, and probably sharing more than you would in another environment.  You do it out of boredom at first, and then it becomes pure interest and friendship.

I really appreciate the time that I spent at Whirlpool, and all the people I got to know through it.

 
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Posted by on August 9, 2011 in Fremont

 

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Working On the Line

I’ve been thinking a lot these days about what it was like to work in the factory.  I’ve been doing this for my own reasons, which I may eventually address.  But I thought, “What a great way to blog this week, talking about all the things that happened at the factory.”  I mean, this is a pretty significant part of my life, so much so that I wrote my 288 page graduate thesis about it.  You can read a portion of it here.

But here’s the quick background.  For six summers and some school breaks, I worked on the line making washing machines at the Whirlpool factory in Clyde, Ohio.  I rotated anywhere between 5 and 12 jobs a day for 1/2 hour increments.  There was a lot to learn.

My first couple of weeks there were the hardest.  I had to learn each job with a trainer, and then learn to do it alone.  During this time, my friend “Ta” would let me watch her perform each task-routing a wire this way, and snapping this ring into that hole, using your knuckles to push a harness out of the way to get to the place you needed to be.  Then she would step in front of me on the line so that I could do the job, and she could catch what I missed.

I thought I’d never learn the jobs, but I did.

My hands were merely parts of the line that I was working on, tools full of veins and muscle instead of iron and gears.  Factory workers train their bodies to do work the way that gymnasts train their bodies to perform.  Muscle memory, strength training, sheer will to get it done and to get it done right.

I went through the motions during the day, and sometimes I went through them in my sleep.  I knew the jobs well.  I knew them so well that sometimes I did my job and my cousin Heather’s at the same time so that she could go grab a coffee, pick up our paychecks, or just take a break.  And she did the same for me.

Those first few weeks flew by, because learning the jobs took 100% focus.  But something happens.  Once you learn the jobs, once the motions become second nature, you have to start thinking about other things, whether you want to or not.  You find other ways to make the 8 hours pass, from the starting whistle to the stopping whistle.  And it is during those 8 hours that you learn more about yourself and the people around you than you could have ever imagined…

Cliff-hangery?  🙂  Check back tomorrow to see what it is that we actually did.

 
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Posted by on August 8, 2011 in Fremont

 

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My Vice and My Blessing

I hate to hear the phrase, “You can’t do that.”  I’ve hated it since that show on Nickelodeon called, “You Can’t Do That On Television” and I hated it because they did it anyway.  This is not me raging against The Man or anything.  It’s just something that has always affected me in some way or another.

And then LOST came on.  And John Locke hated when someone told him he couldn’t do something.  Multiple episodes featured him chanting, “Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”

Now, I was never so angry that I yelled it, but it became more of a silent battle.  Let me explain.

When I went to college at Ashland, I was still dating a boy from back home.  He believed I could do anything; we just weren’t a good match.  A few months after breaking up (and I’m not necessarily proud of this), I began dating one of his friends (their friendship had fallen apart upon our break-up) and he was a bit of a…I don’t know what to call him.  He was a good guy, but he didn’t necessarily expect much out of me.  When I wanted to quit college around Christmas time and make my living at Whirlpool, he said, “I didn’t think you’d finish college anyway.”

That did it.  I was finishing college, and I was going to prove him wrong.  And like college kind of makes you do for a lot of things, I outgrew him and had to walk away from our relationship.

Something similar happened in grad school in NC.  I was fairly over it after the first year, and thought that I could make a living doing my own thing up in Ohio.  But the boy I’d left behind in Ohio echoed my previous boyfriend.  When I said, “I’m not sure grad school is for me,” he said, “I never expected you to finish anyway.”

And the thing is that when they said these things, they thought of it a victory for themselves.  They thought, “Yay, she’s coming home.”  “Yay, no more long distance.”  “Yay, we can be together now.”

But they didn’t realize that their doubt in me spurred me to stay where I was and to finish what I started…in terms of school anyway.  I’ve yet to officially “finish” a relationship with marriage and so forth.

Mike knows about this vice, and has tried to leverage it to get me to publish the book I wrote in grad school.  “I knew you wouldn’t publish it.  You wouldn’t be able to if you wanted to,” he says.  But I know he doesn’t believe it.  He doesn’t doubt me one bit.  He believes I can do anything.

In other words, it doesn’t work when he tries to use it.  It just makes me hunker down, intent on not publishing my book.

Wanna know why?  I’ll tell you…tomorrow.

 
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Posted by on June 9, 2011 in Daily Happenings

 

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If You’re Going to Ashland University In the Fall…

When I was at Ashland, I spent a lot of time fretting about making the perfect grades and steering clear of trouble.  And then I got caught by Safety Services for being in a boy’s room with my friend Kay after 2:00 am (which is the curfew for being in rooms owned by members of the opposite sex) with a few cans of Natty Lite (on a dry campus).  Then I calmed down a little bit about following all of the rules, but I made sure I still tried as hard as I could for the best grades.  But if I could go back, I might do things a little differently, and there are certainly things that potential Ashland University students should make sure that they do.

So, AU students, make sure that you do the following things before you graduate:

  1. At least once a month, go into Convo for breakfast, and don’t leave until after dinner.  Think of it as a 12-hour social experiment.
  2. Skip class once in awhile.  It won’t kill you.
  3. When it snows, “borrow” a Convo tray and go sliding down the bridge.
  4. Climb to the top of Redwood (between Clayton and Redwood, there is a means of climbing).
  5. Climb the trees on the Quad.
  6. Go find the Beer Stone in the Ashland Cemetery.
  7. Find the Sublime Stone there, as well.
  8. Smoke cigarettes outside of A&H.
  9. Go to house parties – but beware of cops.
  10. BDubs isn’t the only bar–Linder’s is kind of fun.  But O’Bryan’s is where it’s at (you can still walk there).
  11. Creative Writing students, spike your coffee.  They expect it.
  12. Take naps.  As often as you can.  Naps in the real world do not exist.
  13. DO NOT tan on the quad in a bathing suit.  It’s trashy.  (sorry if I offend you, but blah)
  14. Attend the events you think will be stupid.  Stupidity often brings fun.
  15. Half.com.
  16. Build a fort in your dorm room.
  17. Hide your alcohol in case you get locked out, and they have to unlock your dorm and see 3 bottles of Jager on your desk.
  18. Contact paper your dressers and keep a tally of how many drinks you have each school year.
  19. Rearrange your room once in awhile.  Makes for much more fun.
  20. Catch your RA doing something wrong, then leverage it against her.
  21. Go downtown to Crazy Ray’s, just for the experience.
  22. Get piercings and tattoos at Main Street Tattoo.
  23. Remember that Wal-Mart is an acceptable form of entertainment.
  24. Mentos & Diet Coke–do it.
  25. Learn to climb out of windows in Fraternity Circle.
  26. Watch the bricks and metal stairs when it ices up.
  27. Look at the awesome pictures in the Student Center.
  28. Same for Convo.
  29. See if you can balance all the wooden borders on the Quad.
  30. Ride the creepy elevator in A&H.
  31. Beki – Put some awesome graffiti in that creepy A&H elevator. Stop it between floors so you don’t get caught; let the paint fumes inspire you.
  32. Sneak onto the stage in A&H.
  33. Sneak down to the bandroom in A&H.
  34. Make out in a teacher’s office hallway just to say you did.
  35. Host a radio show, and come up with a stupid handle.
  36. Bounce off of the padded walls in the radio station.
  37. Go barefoot.
  38. Shelley – Throw a bouncy ball down the hall and see how many doors u hit! Hide when someone opens the door to see what’s going on.
  39. Shelley – bake cookies for the floor :)
  40. Sarah – Do not pee in the Amstutz elevators. Ew.
  41. Sarah – Pick a few tulips.
  42. Sarah – Hang out in the writing center (creative writing majors especially)
  43. Sarah – Write a column for the collegian even though probably no one is reading you.
  44. Sarah – Get a pet – especially one that is tricky to hide (cat, hamster, gerbil, etc. – hamsters in exercise balls are especially entertaining)
  45. Zach – the bottom drawers of our dressers came out to make a good hiding spot for all kinds of booze. then put the drawer back in… voila ‘what booze?’
  46. Gina – Write your name and years there in the back of your closet. It’s kind of cool to leave a record of yourslef and see who has come before you.
  47. Gina – Jump in the fountain!
  48. Gina – Decorate a tree on the quad for Christmas, a la Charlie Brown.
  49. Gina – Visit Grandpa’s Cheesebarn. It falls under the cheesy category, haha, but is an Ashland tradition.
  50. Gina – Take a picture next to the Ashland: World Headaquarters of Nice People sign (I still want this!)
  51. Barbs – Do tear all of the pages out of a text book and trash a friends room during finals.
  52. Barbs – Do go to Dennys for coffee and desert after midnight.
  53. Barbs – Do jump in the fountain and run when safety comes out.
  54. Barbs – Do talk to weird people in jean jackets…you may find a friend.
  55. Dave – Paint a mural on your dorm room wall! (of a red sports car crashing into an Amish Buggy?)
  56. Aimee – Do create a book-throwing Olympics during finals week.
  57. Aimee – Do take a picture on the giant Ashland sign outside the student center.
  58. Aimee – When you go to Dennys after midnight, make sure it has also been after some fun…..
  59. Aimee – Do sneak a picture of the Cat Man.
  60. Chris – Do go to the late night breakfast during finals week.
  61. Get hit by a car in a crosswalk, and your tuition is paid for.  That’s worth a broken leg to me.

I miss Ashland.  A great deal.  Have fun.  And prior AU students, please feel free to add to the list!

Happy Tuesday!

Jump in the fountain!

 
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Posted by on June 7, 2011 in When I Was Young

 

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