...many times a simple choice can prove to be essential even though it often might appear inconseqnetial.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Not There

I've been meaning to write about my first "this is why I'm working at this place" moments for a week now. However, every time I sit down to write the post, I just can't seem to get the right words to come out. Nothing I commit to (electronic) paper quite captures what I felt that day. Maybe I was caught up in the moment and now so long after that fact, I just can't recreate those feelings.

More than anything, I'm just psyching myself out and have and now face a bit of writer's block. With any luck, I may get around to writing (and liking) this post after all.

Monday, February 13, 2006

My Not-So-Green Thumb

I’m beginning to doubt my plant tending abilities. I try to tell myself that it’s not my fault, there are multiple plants at the office that I am in charge of watering; all of them are green and, dare I say, thriving. The plants I’ve tried to keep in my own personal space (formally my dorm room and currently, my apartment) are another story. When my little pot of cacti died slowly, one at a time (there were several varieties in the planter) I told myself the pot was too crowded or they must have caught a rare and contagious cacti disease. It was rather depressing to know that I had somehow managed to let the most maintenance free plant die in my care.

There were several plants left behind from a former employee at work that I took under my care. I told myself I would wait to make sure they actually lived (they sat in a box for at least a week with no sunlight and water) before I took them back to my place. I didn’t want a dead plant in my first home. Shortly before I moved into my apartment, my sister J bought me a primrose she saw on sale at the local grocery store’s floral department. For obvious reasons (if you don’t know, ask me later) I was a little more attached to this flower than I ever could have been to the cacti. So, I was very conscious of its health. I made sure it got ample light and water, I pinched off the old, dried-up blossoms and almost named it to help its chances of survival. Despite my best efforts, it wasn’t looking very good when I left for home this weekend. When I returned on Sunday evening, the poor thing was beyond the point of no return. So this morning, after an already draining week, I had to throw yet another plant away.

My mom (an avid gardener, whom I watched create beautiful flower gardens every summer when I lived in Wyoming) told me she always had a hard time keeping primroses alive too. Hearing that, my gardening defeat didn’t seem so bad. But still, I want to be able to grow flowers or even fruits and vegetables when I have my own house with a yard. I come from a family of among many things, farmers; you would think, somewhere in my genetic code would be some innate ability to keep plants, at the very least, alive. They don’t need to produce big, colorful flowers or bear bountiful amounts of fruit, at this point, I just want the foliage to be green and healthy. Is that too much to ask?

Sunday, February 12, 2006


A week ago at this time I was just getting back from a friend’s Super Bowl party. As I sit here tonight feeling more tired than I’ve been in recent memory, I can’t believe that the party was only a week ago.

This past week has been long for many reasons, one in particular that I’m too emotionally drained to want to post about to the (relative) masses. On top of the aforementioned emotional drainage, sleep at the new apartment is semi-okay at best. For starters, I’m still not used to the “normal” sounds that my apartment makes, like the radiators and the hissing that signals they’re working. I’ve also come to the conclusion that the construction crew working on the condominiums next door is the hardest working group of individuals on the planet. They have worked every single day since I moved in. Their day typically starts at around 6:30am and consists of typical construction duties like hammering the metal sheeting to the side of the building closest to my apartment, using power tools and dropping objects that happen to hit steel beams on their journey to the ground. The combination of all of these elements is not conducive to a good night’s sleep. Needless to say, it’s catching up to me and I’m just flat out exhausted.

Work is going very well, besides the sleep factor, the apartment is great, I get to see P this coming weekend (and very briefly for a late lunch early/dinner today), but beyond this brief summary, I don’t have the energy to elaborate any further. Good night, folks, I’m hoping the pattern doesn’t continue to repeat itself.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Funny Stuff

First, a confession. The only blogs I check on a regular basis are ones that I found linked on P's first blog. These people include his family and friends, a former professor of his, and other people he's met through the blogging world. I suppose one of these days I'll branch out and find cool blogs on my own. Seriously though, he knows some good bloggers, and I'm content being less adventurous in my blog exploration for the time being.

Case in point, this post from a friend of a person who stumbled upon P's old blog and who have both since become regular readers of P's new blog.

That's just funny.