So I was working on writing another blog post when I ran in to some technical difficulties getting some pictures I need to load on to my computer so instead I decided to tell you what I did tonight.
Nothing. But I made up a fun voice with which to say peanut butter over and over again.
Then I wrote a song about peanut butter to sing in the peanut butter voice.
This is how it goes:
Na-na-na-na Peanut butter, peanut butter
Na-na-na-na Peanut butter, peanut butter
Peanut butter peanut butter nom nom nomnom
I like to nom on Peanut butter peanut butter
You'd have to hear me singing it to get the full effect of its awesomeness.
Also, while eating my peanut butter and jelly sammich(but really just a ton of peanut butter with some jelly and bread) I came up with the brilliant idea to dip my PB(+maybe some j and bread) sammich in my cinnemon apple sauce. Why, you ask? Back off, don't ask stupid questions. BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT'S WHY!
The first bite was INCREDIBLE. It was enough to make me decide to take a spoon full of peanut butter and a spoonful of apple sauce and eat them both at the exact same time. Bad idea. Texture differences abound, and it turns out the two don't taste as good together as I had previously thought. I went back to dipping my sammich in my apple sauce. It was too late. That was icky now too.
And that's how I made an incredible discovery and ruined it within 30 seconds.
Na-na-na-na Peanut Butter Peanut Butter.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
To The Toilet I Used At the DECC
Toilet, I admire your willingness and eagerness to do your job fully and effectively, and I suppose I should have taken seriously your warning when I opened the stall door. You know, when you flushed as if to say, "watch out. I'm one of those automatic flushy toilets and I will do my job as I please, damn it."
I did not take this warning seriously. You see, I was playing in the pep band so I really had only a very small window of opportunity to pee and get back in time to play again. Also, I really REALLY had to go. So I went.
Lets start from the very beginning of our acquaintance, toilet. I open the stall door. You give me a warning flush. I close the stall door, you flush again incase I didn't notice the first flush. I sit down, you flush three times in my duration of peeing. I have a rather small bladder so it was pretty much constant flushing on your part. I finish doing my thing and stand up, ready for your valiant final flush. Nothing. WTH toilet? Way to talk yourself up and then do NOTHING. I dance around like a lunatic or perhaps in some sort of ceremonial-automatic-flushy-toilet-dance, this pleases you. You flush. Twice.
Way to go, sport. You're a real champ.
Sincerely, Emmi
I did not take this warning seriously. You see, I was playing in the pep band so I really had only a very small window of opportunity to pee and get back in time to play again. Also, I really REALLY had to go. So I went.
Lets start from the very beginning of our acquaintance, toilet. I open the stall door. You give me a warning flush. I close the stall door, you flush again incase I didn't notice the first flush. I sit down, you flush three times in my duration of peeing. I have a rather small bladder so it was pretty much constant flushing on your part. I finish doing my thing and stand up, ready for your valiant final flush. Nothing. WTH toilet? Way to talk yourself up and then do NOTHING. I dance around like a lunatic or perhaps in some sort of ceremonial-automatic-flushy-toilet-dance, this pleases you. You flush. Twice.
Way to go, sport. You're a real champ.
Sincerely, Emmi
Thursday, October 7, 2010
So Much Writing So Little Time.
I keep thinking of awesome crap to write about, but I never have time to write. Honestly, right now I should be doing my German homework because I pretty much have tons of writing to do for German. Seriously, I have to keeps a journal for German. That's probably where all of my blogging energy is going. Seriously, I have written 10 entries in the last 2 weeks and I have to write 2 more before tomorrow.
Why am I blogging?
So in the spirit of continuing to avoid all homework, guess what I've been getting way in to??? COOKING! I write about this in my German journal, and if you knew German I would just C&P it cause its pretty much insanely good germaning on my part.
But seriously, I cook a big meal of everyone at least once a week. The first time I made stouffer's lasagna, texas toast (the kind that comes frozen) and ceasar salad from a bag. Classy. But since I went home for my birthday I've been doing this UP.
My mom gave me a book of recipes from home and I've been working my way through that. Last week I made Italian Chicken. I know, I know, "but Emmi! You don't like chicken!" Back up off. You know what I do like? Rice and sauce and cheese and the burnt sauce around the edges because now I can eat that cause my mom isn't here to eat it all.
Also,.... I forgot what I was gonna say.
So I've finally reached the point where my brain is like "ohhhh... THIS is what we're supposed to do!!!" and I'm doing homework and stuff. Its cool, but I have so much homework and its really stressing me out. That paired with work is a crazy mix so I dropped one of my classes (which reminds me, I forgot to email the professor and tell her I dropped.) It helps, and I get to sleep in now on Wednesday. Yay!
I keep losing my train of thought. This is what happens when I talk to people these days. I always feel all lonely so when I DO talk to someone from my family I go on and on about nothing because I'm just SO happy to talk to someone other than anyone who lives in Duluth. No offense to my UMD people at all. I don't think any of them read this anyway.
I don't know if anyone reads this actually. Its kind of one of those "talking to hear my voice" things.
Oh so back to food, I realized that everything I love is like 102% carbs and I'm probably going to be a whale by this time next year so I was talking to my sister about food I love and she suggested ways to not get fat and to make veggies less icky. I doubt it, but I'll try.
I have like 898923987122456125 pages to write in German now, so while I have VOLUMES more to write, I'll have to save that for later. Much later, because I like to work and do school stuff till my eyeballs bleed.
Why am I blogging?
So in the spirit of continuing to avoid all homework, guess what I've been getting way in to??? COOKING! I write about this in my German journal, and if you knew German I would just C&P it cause its pretty much insanely good germaning on my part.
But seriously, I cook a big meal of everyone at least once a week. The first time I made stouffer's lasagna, texas toast (the kind that comes frozen) and ceasar salad from a bag. Classy. But since I went home for my birthday I've been doing this UP.
My mom gave me a book of recipes from home and I've been working my way through that. Last week I made Italian Chicken. I know, I know, "but Emmi! You don't like chicken!" Back up off. You know what I do like? Rice and sauce and cheese and the burnt sauce around the edges because now I can eat that cause my mom isn't here to eat it all.
Also,.... I forgot what I was gonna say.
So I've finally reached the point where my brain is like "ohhhh... THIS is what we're supposed to do!!!" and I'm doing homework and stuff. Its cool, but I have so much homework and its really stressing me out. That paired with work is a crazy mix so I dropped one of my classes (which reminds me, I forgot to email the professor and tell her I dropped.) It helps, and I get to sleep in now on Wednesday. Yay!
I keep losing my train of thought. This is what happens when I talk to people these days. I always feel all lonely so when I DO talk to someone from my family I go on and on about nothing because I'm just SO happy to talk to someone other than anyone who lives in Duluth. No offense to my UMD people at all. I don't think any of them read this anyway.
I don't know if anyone reads this actually. Its kind of one of those "talking to hear my voice" things.
Oh so back to food, I realized that everything I love is like 102% carbs and I'm probably going to be a whale by this time next year so I was talking to my sister about food I love and she suggested ways to not get fat and to make veggies less icky. I doubt it, but I'll try.
I have like 898923987122456125 pages to write in German now, so while I have VOLUMES more to write, I'll have to save that for later. Much later, because I like to work and do school stuff till my eyeballs bleed.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Not Too Distant Future.
As promised, here is my update of how life has been since I got back to UMD.
Busy. Busy busy busy busy. Seventeen credits, my first upper division class, work, busy. I'm loving my classes, though. I'm taking German, Research Methods and Analysis, Deviance, American Indian Studies, First Aide/CPR, and Pep Band.
I like my classes in general, but its tough to have Intermediate German at 8am 4 days a week. Tuesdays and Thursdays SUCK because I have intermediate German from 8-9, Research methods and analysis(holy shit boring) from 9-11, and Deviance from 1:30-12:45 and once I'm through with all of my training my evenings will probably be taken up by my work as a PCA.
Speaking of work, I'm beginning to see that this job (working as a personal care attendant) is pretty much the best job for me. The company through which I am working is really flexible with scheduling and I can make special requests as to my working requests such as, I would like to work with either a child or a small adult so I can more efficiently aide with personal care if necessary. Also, even if I work in a group home, there will be ONE client with whom I work. I won't have to be overwhelmed with a ton of people with a bunch of different needs, and I only have to read through one case file. Sadly, when I start working I don't think I'll write too much specific information or even fun stories about the client since I am only working with one person and its really easy for people to look at my blog and perhaps find out information they don't need to know. In other words, HIPAA as returned to my life. Yay personal assistant jobs. If you don't know what HIPAA is, look it up or get a job working with patients or people with disabilities.
Well I would write more, but I have to eat and go to MORE class. Bleh. But its pep band so that's fun. :D
Busy. Busy busy busy busy. Seventeen credits, my first upper division class, work, busy. I'm loving my classes, though. I'm taking German, Research Methods and Analysis, Deviance, American Indian Studies, First Aide/CPR, and Pep Band.
I like my classes in general, but its tough to have Intermediate German at 8am 4 days a week. Tuesdays and Thursdays SUCK because I have intermediate German from 8-9, Research methods and analysis(holy shit boring) from 9-11, and Deviance from 1:30-12:45 and once I'm through with all of my training my evenings will probably be taken up by my work as a PCA.
Speaking of work, I'm beginning to see that this job (working as a personal care attendant) is pretty much the best job for me. The company through which I am working is really flexible with scheduling and I can make special requests as to my working requests such as, I would like to work with either a child or a small adult so I can more efficiently aide with personal care if necessary. Also, even if I work in a group home, there will be ONE client with whom I work. I won't have to be overwhelmed with a ton of people with a bunch of different needs, and I only have to read through one case file. Sadly, when I start working I don't think I'll write too much specific information or even fun stories about the client since I am only working with one person and its really easy for people to look at my blog and perhaps find out information they don't need to know. In other words, HIPAA as returned to my life. Yay personal assistant jobs. If you don't know what HIPAA is, look it up or get a job working with patients or people with disabilities.
Well I would write more, but I have to eat and go to MORE class. Bleh. But its pep band so that's fun. :D
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Remembering
I know I haven't posted in quite a while, and I was going to post today about how everything is going since I got back to school, but I think that's best saved for another day in the not so distant future (I promise!).
Of course, today I am thinking about what everyone else over the age of 13 is thinking about. Well, mostly. It is also my roommate's birthday so I'm thinking about that too, but she's not here this weekend. So, I will use this post to talk about what every other blogger (again, over 13) is talking about. September 11, 2001.
Here's what I remember:
I was in 5th grade. It was Tuesday morning, I believe. That meant gym was my first class. I hated gym. We were in the girls' locker room getting dressed for gym when the gym teacher called in. She told us we had to put our school uniforms (Catholic school) back on and line up. We had to go to the church for some emergency assembly. Naturally, since I hated gym, I thought this was pretty sweet. Get out of gym free card!
Now this is the weird part. This is the part that I think makes this MY 9/11 story. Different from anyone elses:
Cut back to the previous day. I had always been quite the little dictionary, by that I mean I love complex words and I always have. That's why, on September 10, 2001, I explained to my best friend at the time what the work "hijack" means. Now, as we were lining up to leave gym (score) to go to the church that best friend of mine told me something that I will never forget. She said, "I kept having really weird dreams last night. I had this dream that people were hijacking planes and flying them in to buildings." Of course, at the moment is seemed rather inconsequential, but I still get chills when I think of that to this day.
We filed down to the gym, and this is where my memory gets fuzzy (I was only almost 11 years old.) I know they told us that there had been a tragedy and a lot of people had died, because what else would they say? We didn't watch footage in the church that day or in my class room because there were kids whose parents didn't want them to see it quite yet. I do remember when I saw it, it didn't seam real. I didn't see people in those images, just buildings. Tall buildings, some of the tallest in the world, flattening. Straight down in a poof of smoke. What did seem real to me, and what did really stir emotion in me was the footage of police officers and fire fighters helping injured people. Or the police officers who walked the streets around what was now ground zero yelling at civilians and telling them to leave the area.
The stories came flooding in of people who had died, of another plane that hit the pentagon on the same day, and of a third plane, headed for the white house, that was taken down by civilian heroes and crashed in a field. It was real, it was scary, it was something bigger than I had ever experienced and bigger than I have experienced to this day. We were at war. The first war the US had been fighting in my memory and knowing. The nation broke out in a fever of patriotism. You couldn't go anywhere without seeing an American flag or a "God Bless America" sticker. I remember thinking how beautiful that patriotism was and being sad that it would just be a phase.
Now its September 11, 2010. Most of the kids who I worked with in the daycares will never remember this , and I hope that they won't have another similar memory come in to their life anytime soon.
So there you have it. My 9/11 story. And I just want to let me readers (all 4 of you) know that for as long as I keep this blog, I will not be writing about 9/11 ever again. Not that I will forget the day, but going back and talking about it EVERY YEAR will get a little old. Besides, we should think about happy things on Mara's birthday! :)
Of course, today I am thinking about what everyone else over the age of 13 is thinking about. Well, mostly. It is also my roommate's birthday so I'm thinking about that too, but she's not here this weekend. So, I will use this post to talk about what every other blogger (again, over 13) is talking about. September 11, 2001.
Here's what I remember:
I was in 5th grade. It was Tuesday morning, I believe. That meant gym was my first class. I hated gym. We were in the girls' locker room getting dressed for gym when the gym teacher called in. She told us we had to put our school uniforms (Catholic school) back on and line up. We had to go to the church for some emergency assembly. Naturally, since I hated gym, I thought this was pretty sweet. Get out of gym free card!
Now this is the weird part. This is the part that I think makes this MY 9/11 story. Different from anyone elses:
Cut back to the previous day. I had always been quite the little dictionary, by that I mean I love complex words and I always have. That's why, on September 10, 2001, I explained to my best friend at the time what the work "hijack" means. Now, as we were lining up to leave gym (score) to go to the church that best friend of mine told me something that I will never forget. She said, "I kept having really weird dreams last night. I had this dream that people were hijacking planes and flying them in to buildings." Of course, at the moment is seemed rather inconsequential, but I still get chills when I think of that to this day.
We filed down to the gym, and this is where my memory gets fuzzy (I was only almost 11 years old.) I know they told us that there had been a tragedy and a lot of people had died, because what else would they say? We didn't watch footage in the church that day or in my class room because there were kids whose parents didn't want them to see it quite yet. I do remember when I saw it, it didn't seam real. I didn't see people in those images, just buildings. Tall buildings, some of the tallest in the world, flattening. Straight down in a poof of smoke. What did seem real to me, and what did really stir emotion in me was the footage of police officers and fire fighters helping injured people. Or the police officers who walked the streets around what was now ground zero yelling at civilians and telling them to leave the area.
The stories came flooding in of people who had died, of another plane that hit the pentagon on the same day, and of a third plane, headed for the white house, that was taken down by civilian heroes and crashed in a field. It was real, it was scary, it was something bigger than I had ever experienced and bigger than I have experienced to this day. We were at war. The first war the US had been fighting in my memory and knowing. The nation broke out in a fever of patriotism. You couldn't go anywhere without seeing an American flag or a "God Bless America" sticker. I remember thinking how beautiful that patriotism was and being sad that it would just be a phase.
Now its September 11, 2010. Most of the kids who I worked with in the daycares will never remember this , and I hope that they won't have another similar memory come in to their life anytime soon.
So there you have it. My 9/11 story. And I just want to let me readers (all 4 of you) know that for as long as I keep this blog, I will not be writing about 9/11 ever again. Not that I will forget the day, but going back and talking about it EVERY YEAR will get a little old. Besides, we should think about happy things on Mara's birthday! :)
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Starting A Business is HARD! *Pout*
So this summer I really MEANT to use my free time and money to get the ball rolling on my custom made beaded jewelery business and start an etsy shop. Both of the aforementioned have been squandered all through out the summer. I mean I'm not BROKE right now, but I'm in no position to be spending a ton of money, either.
So I'll still make custom jewelery for anyone who is looking to buy. I'd love to work with people putting together custom pieces. My sister just got a beautiful pendant that I'm going to make a necklace with for her eventually.
I guess what is really going on in my head is that I'm getting anxious. There are sooo many things I had planned to do this summer that i did not do because I was busy, obviously. I was ok with letting a lot of these things slide but now I'm feeling really desperate about it. I mean, they're not even really IMPORTANT things, other than getting a job (which I'm working on and starting to get nervous because I haven't gotten many interviews) but some things I really just would have enjoyed doing. Like FINALLY finishing Jane Eyre and starting Moby Dick and making some jewelery. I'm not good at doing things on a shorter time frame either, so a lot of these are as good as screwed.
My room is also REALLY messy which is stressing me out. Bleh.
So I'll still make custom jewelery for anyone who is looking to buy. I'd love to work with people putting together custom pieces. My sister just got a beautiful pendant that I'm going to make a necklace with for her eventually.
I guess what is really going on in my head is that I'm getting anxious. There are sooo many things I had planned to do this summer that i did not do because I was busy, obviously. I was ok with letting a lot of these things slide but now I'm feeling really desperate about it. I mean, they're not even really IMPORTANT things, other than getting a job (which I'm working on and starting to get nervous because I haven't gotten many interviews) but some things I really just would have enjoyed doing. Like FINALLY finishing Jane Eyre and starting Moby Dick and making some jewelery. I'm not good at doing things on a shorter time frame either, so a lot of these are as good as screwed.
My room is also REALLY messy which is stressing me out. Bleh.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Finishing What I Started
So yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow. When I look back it was overall a good experience working at camp courage. There were some shitty days, some REALLY shitty days, some good days, and some GREAT days. When I think back, though, I don't see days at all. I see moments. And I don't see the moments I wanted to throttle my coworkers (except the recent experiences today, but those will fade), I see happy moments. I see fun late night swims, spin the bottle truth or dare, the staff slip 'n' slide night, countless campers I fell in love with. I remember leading the MILK song at the top of my lungs, cabin staff who were SO helpful in my program area, conquering my fear of cares, and the awesome friends I made at Camp Courage.
I would say I don't want to leave, but you would all know that to be a lie. I do want to leave, but I don't want to leave the great memories. The fun things about memories is that you don't have to leave them! YAY!
Oh I also don't want to leave all the froggies. I love froggies.
Ok so I also wanted to tell you more specifically about this session! It was great that I didn't have several kids this session comment about my short stature (fun fact: even with communication disorders NO OTHER KIDS commented about my height that much! wth?!).
I worked and lived in the cabins, which was really fun! I actually had a girl tell me I was her favorite counselor! It was a lot of work this week, but it was a nice pace. I didn't get TOO stressed other than the stress of the end of the summer and wanting to go home. One girl, Emily, has been my buddy this session. Well, her and Rose who drew me an awesome picture of a purple cat. Emily said she wants to email and keep in touch after camp. I'm glad I made such an impact as a counselor! So it late and I REALLY need to shower the nasty sweat off of me from another intense game of "Zoo Break" so I'll try to write again within the next week!
I would say I don't want to leave, but you would all know that to be a lie. I do want to leave, but I don't want to leave the great memories. The fun things about memories is that you don't have to leave them! YAY!
Oh I also don't want to leave all the froggies. I love froggies.
Ok so I also wanted to tell you more specifically about this session! It was great that I didn't have several kids this session comment about my short stature (fun fact: even with communication disorders NO OTHER KIDS commented about my height that much! wth?!).
I worked and lived in the cabins, which was really fun! I actually had a girl tell me I was her favorite counselor! It was a lot of work this week, but it was a nice pace. I didn't get TOO stressed other than the stress of the end of the summer and wanting to go home. One girl, Emily, has been my buddy this session. Well, her and Rose who drew me an awesome picture of a purple cat. Emily said she wants to email and keep in touch after camp. I'm glad I made such an impact as a counselor! So it late and I REALLY need to shower the nasty sweat off of me from another intense game of "Zoo Break" so I'll try to write again within the next week!
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