| What Jenny Means |
 You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries. You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in. You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising. You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care. |
About Me
- Craver
- North Carolina, United States
- Behind every beautiful thing there's some kind of pain. - Bob Dylan
Monday, March 24, 2008
Creepy
Anything with this kind of accuracy just by typing your name in a box - Seriousy Creepy.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Yardwork, a little religion and alot of nothing
As promised, yesterday I picked up rocks and sticks and pieces of macerated tree trunks, I got out my trusty leaf blower and a-blowin' I did go., I fired up my red-rider lawnmower, and mowed the lawn for the first time.
Last night, I accompanied a friend to a Good Friday church service. Things in his life are, at best, difficult right now, and he wanted to go, and I think, needed the company, although he didn't ask, he didn't turn me down when I offered to join him either.
I have not attended a church service in I don't know how long - 20 years? Very possibe. I've read the bible (and the Book or Mormon, for what it's worth), and went as a kid, so I know the story/history*, but some years ago, went the non-organized religion route. It's worked for me for all these years, but I'm not one to say no to a friend in need. The service was nice, if a bit bleak (I know, I know, Good Friday is not exactly a cheery occasion); the choir was amazing and accompanied by a very talented string quartet. Best of all, my friend greatly appreciated the company, we had a few laughs (no, not *during* the service, we're not animals) and hopefully today, he feels a tiny bit better. I, on the other hand have some very sore yardwork muscles, which I am loathe to complain about in light of last nights very descriptive sermon.
I am lost without my puppy. I've spent most of today reading blogs and thinking about what I can eat next. The puppy is away at puppy boot camp for another four weeks, and I'd completely forgotten how quiet my life was before him. I think my old dog and the one I'm babysitting for a friend staged a fight** just to see it they could get me off the couch to do more than go to the kitchen or bathroom. This can't continue. This must be why normal people without working dogs have hobbies. I've caught myself considering organizing closets not once but twice today. If next weekend I blog about organizing closets, send help. Please. Before I start washing baseboards.
*no disrespect intended
** no canine was hurt during this blog
Last night, I accompanied a friend to a Good Friday church service. Things in his life are, at best, difficult right now, and he wanted to go, and I think, needed the company, although he didn't ask, he didn't turn me down when I offered to join him either.
I have not attended a church service in I don't know how long - 20 years? Very possibe. I've read the bible (and the Book or Mormon, for what it's worth), and went as a kid, so I know the story/history*, but some years ago, went the non-organized religion route. It's worked for me for all these years, but I'm not one to say no to a friend in need. The service was nice, if a bit bleak (I know, I know, Good Friday is not exactly a cheery occasion); the choir was amazing and accompanied by a very talented string quartet. Best of all, my friend greatly appreciated the company, we had a few laughs (no, not *during* the service, we're not animals) and hopefully today, he feels a tiny bit better. I, on the other hand have some very sore yardwork muscles, which I am loathe to complain about in light of last nights very descriptive sermon.
I am lost without my puppy. I've spent most of today reading blogs and thinking about what I can eat next. The puppy is away at puppy boot camp for another four weeks, and I'd completely forgotten how quiet my life was before him. I think my old dog and the one I'm babysitting for a friend staged a fight** just to see it they could get me off the couch to do more than go to the kitchen or bathroom. This can't continue. This must be why normal people without working dogs have hobbies. I've caught myself considering organizing closets not once but twice today. If next weekend I blog about organizing closets, send help. Please. Before I start washing baseboards.
*no disrespect intended
** no canine was hurt during this blog
Friday, March 21, 2008
Spring is springing.. or something.
Today is a company holiday at old company ABC. I always forget this holiday until the week just before it arrives and then I get all giddy at the thought of a three day weekend. Company ABC calls it "Spring Holiday" which I love, because even in the South where winters are far milder than what I grew up in, I love me some spring.
You might remember that I had a ton of landscaping done to my backyard late last year, clearing of trunks and bushes and old, weird structures (trellises? trelli?) and I'm just starting to get a look at what my yard is going to look like without all that junk.
People, it is awesome.
The last few days I've been eating dinner on my new deck while throwing the ball for my big dog. (We aren't very formal at Casa Cravey). I'm spending today blowing the last of the leaves out of the corners of my back yards, picking up rocks and roots and other things left from all the clearing last fall and yes, cutting the grass in the front yard, with my brand new lawnmower.
My joy at this kind of work is a little odd but it's genuine. My little corner of suburbia may not be much, but it is my little corner, and I'm happy to be in it.
I realize for as much time that has gone by I should be posting much more prolificly and profoundly but I'm not. For today, my spring holiday, this is all I've got.
Happy Spring to all of you.
You might remember that I had a ton of landscaping done to my backyard late last year, clearing of trunks and bushes and old, weird structures (trellises? trelli?) and I'm just starting to get a look at what my yard is going to look like without all that junk.
People, it is awesome.
The last few days I've been eating dinner on my new deck while throwing the ball for my big dog. (We aren't very formal at Casa Cravey). I'm spending today blowing the last of the leaves out of the corners of my back yards, picking up rocks and roots and other things left from all the clearing last fall and yes, cutting the grass in the front yard, with my brand new lawnmower.
My joy at this kind of work is a little odd but it's genuine. My little corner of suburbia may not be much, but it is my little corner, and I'm happy to be in it.
I realize for as much time that has gone by I should be posting much more prolificly and profoundly but I'm not. For today, my spring holiday, this is all I've got.
Happy Spring to all of you.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
The difference a day makes
I woke up very early this morning, glanced at the clock (330 am) and tried to decide if I should try to go back to sleep or just get up and get moving, maybe go into work early. I compromised, got up and let the dogs out, and then crawled back under the covers. Thinking about work is always easier when I’m wearing pajamas and have covers pulled up over my head.
At 530, the light bulb in my head finally turned on, and I realized it was Sunday morning, not Monday morning, and just like that getting up didn’t seem like such a monumental task.
The rear of my house faces east, making my back deck and my kitchen incredibly sunny places, well, once the sun comes up that is. I poured my first cup of coffee and sat on the couch to wait. The sofa in the living room faces the window pane on the back storm door, and the angle and height are just perfect, from the sofa, you can only see trees, no clue that I live in the middle of suburbia. Don’t get me wrong, I like my corner of suburbia, I did pick this neighborhood, but sometimes, I wish that no matter what angle I was looking through a window, there were only trees.
As the sun came up in my window the dogs came in from the yard to invite me to play, they are hard to resist, their brown eyes and in joy in anything that can be tugged, thrown or kicked. The little one is recovering from an injury, so the playtime was short-lived, as that is very simply, not on the list of ‘things to do while your dog is recovering from a soft tissue injury to his foot’. I offered food as an apology and was immediately forgiven, dogs are simple like that.
This week I will start a friend with the same program I used 4 years ago to start running. We’ll be running on our lunch hour – which means I’ll be finding time to work in my other/regular workout either in the morning or in the evening – that ought to be interesting. I figure I’ll either do great, the added inspiration of a new runner will kick my own training into high gear, or I’ll end up injured and whimpering in corner somewhere, mumbling smoothie recipes and reciting training schedules like Dustin Hoffman in Rainman. That will be this weeks worry though, today, my own run, a fully charged ipod, low temps and blue skies are calling.
I’m really glad it’s not Monday.
At 530, the light bulb in my head finally turned on, and I realized it was Sunday morning, not Monday morning, and just like that getting up didn’t seem like such a monumental task.
The rear of my house faces east, making my back deck and my kitchen incredibly sunny places, well, once the sun comes up that is. I poured my first cup of coffee and sat on the couch to wait. The sofa in the living room faces the window pane on the back storm door, and the angle and height are just perfect, from the sofa, you can only see trees, no clue that I live in the middle of suburbia. Don’t get me wrong, I like my corner of suburbia, I did pick this neighborhood, but sometimes, I wish that no matter what angle I was looking through a window, there were only trees.
As the sun came up in my window the dogs came in from the yard to invite me to play, they are hard to resist, their brown eyes and in joy in anything that can be tugged, thrown or kicked. The little one is recovering from an injury, so the playtime was short-lived, as that is very simply, not on the list of ‘things to do while your dog is recovering from a soft tissue injury to his foot’. I offered food as an apology and was immediately forgiven, dogs are simple like that.
This week I will start a friend with the same program I used 4 years ago to start running. We’ll be running on our lunch hour – which means I’ll be finding time to work in my other/regular workout either in the morning or in the evening – that ought to be interesting. I figure I’ll either do great, the added inspiration of a new runner will kick my own training into high gear, or I’ll end up injured and whimpering in corner somewhere, mumbling smoothie recipes and reciting training schedules like Dustin Hoffman in Rainman. That will be this weeks worry though, today, my own run, a fully charged ipod, low temps and blue skies are calling.
I’m really glad it’s not Monday.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Potluck - take what you want and move on.
So, I went to Tennesee this weekend, just a little bit north of Knoxville. The dogsport I do was having a regional championship and I was asked to lay tracks for the event.
I was a nervous wreck, possibly, probably more so than the actual competitors, who at this level have usually done this a time or two. It was my 'rookie' event. I got a ton of support from some very important people in the sport, and in the end I kicked butt. No way I could have done it without them though, and the best part, is I can't wait to do it again. The wanting to do it again part, tells me I really did love it, the preparation for weeks before, the putting down the track, and then following the competitor back over my track and being able to find my footprints, my corners and my articles.
There was definitely a fly in the ointment, but I've wasted enough time worrying/thinking/wondering about it and I've come to the decision that enough is enough, and I'm just going to let it go. (The emphasis here is to remind me, not so much you).
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Work was just awful today - for the first time in almost two years, I had a day that made me feel like a flounder - 30 feet up a tree. I keep waiting for the feeling to go away, and it's just isn't, and I have no idea what to do about it.
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When you take a drink of your diet pepsi and discover it's diet cherry pepsi - grab a trashcan, you may very well vomit.
That shit is horrible. Someone tell me why Robitussin is making soft drinks now - eegad.
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Today, while I was at work, someone came to my house and planted sunflowers in my backyard for me. Looking at the empty packets on my kitchen table made me cry.
Does anyone else find it really hard to let someone love you or is that just me?
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Today, my brother Mark should have been celebrating his 52nd birthday. We should be sitting at the Mongolian barbecue on Van Dorn Street eating and laughing and making fun of each other.
That we aren't and that somehow I've gone four years without him seems criminal, and it just sucks.
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I bought myself a GPS thingie for my car, and people, that thing is awesome. I programmed it to talk to me with an Austrailian accent, cuz that is even more awesome. I call her Karen. Added awesomeness is when you are in the middle of nowhere (or Knoxville) and you're hungry, you just push the food button and SHAZAM you get all the restaurants nearby. Best 250 bucks I've spent in a long time.
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I'm working from home tomorrow, making roasted vegetable lasagna and going to dog training.
It's gotta be a good day.
I was a nervous wreck, possibly, probably more so than the actual competitors, who at this level have usually done this a time or two. It was my 'rookie' event. I got a ton of support from some very important people in the sport, and in the end I kicked butt. No way I could have done it without them though, and the best part, is I can't wait to do it again. The wanting to do it again part, tells me I really did love it, the preparation for weeks before, the putting down the track, and then following the competitor back over my track and being able to find my footprints, my corners and my articles.
There was definitely a fly in the ointment, but I've wasted enough time worrying/thinking/wondering about it and I've come to the decision that enough is enough, and I'm just going to let it go. (The emphasis here is to remind me, not so much you).
===================================================================
Work was just awful today - for the first time in almost two years, I had a day that made me feel like a flounder - 30 feet up a tree. I keep waiting for the feeling to go away, and it's just isn't, and I have no idea what to do about it.
====================================================================
When you take a drink of your diet pepsi and discover it's diet cherry pepsi - grab a trashcan, you may very well vomit.
That shit is horrible. Someone tell me why Robitussin is making soft drinks now - eegad.
====================================================================
Today, while I was at work, someone came to my house and planted sunflowers in my backyard for me. Looking at the empty packets on my kitchen table made me cry.
Does anyone else find it really hard to let someone love you or is that just me?
====================================================================
Today, my brother Mark should have been celebrating his 52nd birthday. We should be sitting at the Mongolian barbecue on Van Dorn Street eating and laughing and making fun of each other.
That we aren't and that somehow I've gone four years without him seems criminal, and it just sucks.
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I bought myself a GPS thingie for my car, and people, that thing is awesome. I programmed it to talk to me with an Austrailian accent, cuz that is even more awesome. I call her Karen. Added awesomeness is when you are in the middle of nowhere (or Knoxville) and you're hungry, you just push the food button and SHAZAM you get all the restaurants nearby. Best 250 bucks I've spent in a long time.
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I'm working from home tomorrow, making roasted vegetable lasagna and going to dog training.
It's gotta be a good day.
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