Atta Boy.
Good game boys. You guys did great with what you were given. The games were close, they were exciting, and I got to see my home team at the WORLD SERIES. The Fox Announcers sucked, the Umps were a little bias, and the pitching staff was not always on the same page, but it was good. At least we can say that the ASTROS went to the World Series, something that the Rangers could never admit to. So, thanks go to Garner and the Boys for another stellar season. Just think what could happen next season… :)
You had me at "PLAY BALL",
Melinda
I’m going to be...Sick.
I don’t mean to be mean…but I don’t understand men. The one in particular this morning that I am referring to is the gentleman sitting to my left. He is a kind man, thoughtful, and just sweet natured, well for most of the time. That was until this morning when he PROCEEDED (after some strong contest on my part) in describing this new contraption that he wants to build. This thing will help aide him in the act of skinning a SQUIRREL…yes you read right, a squirrel. You know those rodents that live outside in the trees, the animals that when you scream their name and point outside my dogs go crazy and go running outside looking for them.
So it ends up that Dale LOVES to go squirrel hunting. In fact, he’s exact words were, “I’d rather eat squirrel than deer.” Now, I must preface this with saying, GROSS!!! I’m not really completely against hunting/guns. That is your thing, not mine. If my husband wants to go hunting that’s fine, but DO NOT expect me to help in the cleaning, cooking, and possibly the eating portion of your hunting trip. :) Sorry…I’m a city girl through and through and that’s not my cup of tea.
But anywho, Dale continues with the description of this contraption including but not limited to: the placement of the head and feet, and the rational behind why one must do this. During this portion of his one sided conversation, my face is in my hands, I am squirming, and making “eeeww” noises, but yet he continued. He goes on about how tender the meat is, and how it is a rare delicacy. Gross, gross, gross. So I think that he is going squirrel hunting this afternoon. So that means that all tomorrow I get to hear about his adventures in the piney woods with these poor little creatures that are playing in the trees. Now, along with watching out for cars, these poor things have to be on the lookout for Dale, Squirrel Hunter Extraordinaire. :)
On a different note, I lit my pilot light to my heater all by myself last night, AND my house did not blow up! So snaps for Melinda for not blowing up her house! :P
Okay, well I think that I have complained about Dale long enough, I better get back to work so that we can finish this, this afternoon and he can go hunting…bye!
Love you,
even though my face is green,
Melinda
We lost…again.
I can’t believe it. I am the most school spirited person in the world! Ha! Guess what I did in support of my school?!? Lindsey, Jen, Kim, and myself drove down to Huntsville to watch our football team get beaten…with an ugly orange wooden spoon. I drove 2+ hours, to have keys shook at me during the 1st quarter! It was great. But on the upside, I got to see Lacy, Lacy’s two nifty friends, and Mike. Plus, just for Dale, I lost my voice while screaming at our idiot coach and team. You see, normally I don’t really get into the football games AT ALL, but my lovely friends made me sit with the Purple people. You know, those crazies that actually have school spirit and know all the cheers and are always pumped up….
Yeah, those. I was in the mix of them, and I guess that their “spirit” was rubbing off on me because I started yelling…with them…and not with them. When they were quiet because of another horrible play, that was my voice yelling at the coach, the QB, the receiver, the linebacker, the tight end….I could keep going, but you get the idea. I do believe that I was the oldest SFA student there. I still can’t believe that we went, but we did. The drive wasn’t that bad, just on the way back at 1am, there are A LOT of deer out on the road. So if you didn’t see them making fun of us on all the news casts, the final score was 52-24…and those 3 touchdowns of ours were made at the end of the 3rd and then at the beginning of the 4th quarter. A bunch of bull…if you ask me! :) I didn’t get to really hang out much until with Lacy and Co. because we were standing all game with the Purple Nazi kids. Mike had to work, so after Whataburger we stopped by his apartment. It’s nice and cozy. :) Then we drove home. I didn’t climb into bed until about 3 something because something scary was going on outside, but that’s a whole other post… so at 6:36 when my alarm went off, I didn’t move. I finally crawled out of bed at about 7ish, and left my house at about 7:50, called Mike to thank him for setting the alarm on my phone for 4:45am, and arrived at work at 8.
So that was my afternoon, evening, and morning activities in a nutshell. How was yours?
Wishing you could see me now,
Melinda
Thank you.
To My Wonderful Crazy Friends,
I just wanted to you for your well wishes, drinks, flowers, candies, and words of encouragement. I don’t deserve to have you as my friend! Thank you!
Love you always and forever,
Melinda
So close...
I can't believe it...we were so close tonight. So very close. I watched the game from start to finish...well kind-of. I kind-of fell asleep during the 5-7th inning and I woke up to Berkman's great hit!!
I woke up, right before this picture was taken...so I really didn't miss much to anything...:)
So I was watching like a good fan, and then Garner decided to put Lidge in, now granted he is our closer...but something went wrong after he struck out the 2nd guy...and then it went down hill from there...
I place blame also on the announcers too...granted Lidge and Garner take the brunt, but when the stupid announcers start talking crap about the Astros...it's just not right...
But anyways, we still have Wednesday night. We'll beat them in their old stadium. :)
So Garner, put on a smile, sleep late tomorrow, and then put the boys back to work...because we NEED this...we really really need this.... :)
Okay, so I'm off to bed because I can't take this...Wednesday will be a better day! (Lord willing!)
Okay...night!
Talk to you later, see you.
Bye,
Melinda
LET'S GO ASTROS.....LET'S GO ASTROS!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE
Well, I just wanted to drop a quick note and let the world know that today, October 17th, is my sister's
Michelle's BIRTHDAY!!! So....
HAPPY 27th BIRTHDAY!!!!!!
Hope you have a great and wonderful day!!! :) Stop by her site and say Hallo!!! :) Talk to you later. Love you, Bye.
There is no such thing as too much birthday cake,
Melinda :)
Bad Day.
Have you ever heard the song by
Fuel, “Bad Day”? “She left a note it said, “I’m sorry, I had a bad day again.” I wish that I had the gusto to sing that song…but I no longer have anymore energy left to. I am all drained out.
So I guess I should start by apologizing for not posting anything for awhile, but I’ve been busy. And with this post, I wish that I could have great news for the lack of entries, but I don’t.
I have been busy…super busy with school, work, interviews, tests, and life in general. For example, Saturday and Sunday I spent a cumulative total of 16 hours in the library studying for my cost test that was Monday. I outlined chapters, redid the homework, reread and thought that I understood the handouts and problems worked in class, because you see the Prof said not to memorize, but understand what you are doing. So Monday came, I left work 2 hours early to run over a few more problems for the third time, and took the test. I left thinking that it seemed a little too easy, but I felt confident that I had at least a solid C, if not better. But when we got to class yesterday and she handed back the tests, my world crumbled.
Before she even handed me the test back I started to cry. You see, she had the stack kind-of facing the table, so you could clearly see the name and corresponding grade. I couldn’t even look at it. Frankly put, I go the LOWEST grade in the class. For simplistic measures, it was an F. I don’t get those types of grades, especially when I have studied and thought that I knew what the material was about. So anyways, I am visibly distraught. I am trying to not cry but that doesn’t work.
We go over the test, and the questions that I got wrong were wrong. While reviewing I knew the right answer, but it was like someone played a cruel joke and switched out their test with mine. So I’m crying…nose is running…face is red and I’m getting the “pity look” from my colleagues.
Then she starts complaining about how poorly we did and starts calling people out and asking what they think that they did wrong. She goes around the room, and then calls out, “So, Robin, what do you think that you did wrong?” I, of course, am not paying any attention because I am focusing on breathing due to the fact that I CAN’T. Then she goes on, “That’s your name right? Robin”. Which is followed by the class responds of, “No, it’s Melinda.” At this point I look up to find all eyes on ME. So I responded sheepishly and in a whisper, “I don’t know.” Which caused the tears to flow again.
Now you must understand, I am not a crier…unless if I am under extreme stress or lack of sleep…or both. This case it was both. You see, in Grad School you are only allowed 2 C’s. For me, I have already burned those, one in FIN 554 and the other in Corp. Tax. Adv Cost is only offered in the Fall, and so is FIN 554. So if I get a third C, then I must STAY one more semester and retake Corp Tax and bump that up to a B. So my world was crumbling around me basically.
So anyways, she takes back the test to her office. At this point I am a puddle of tears, I no longer have any tears left, I would have left 75 hours earlier, but I am 3 deep at my table. So it would have been harder to leave, so I stayed. She comes back and teaches the next chapter. This is where my headache sets in. I can no longer concentrate. I am lost to the world going on around me. Class finally ends and I slowly pack up my stuff to not be in the way and I then make a mad dash to the bathroom. But before I get there I am stopped or slowed down by 3 people who are asking me if I’m “okay.” I respond in tears, “I will be.” I am offered hugs, drinks, and help. I gratefully accept the latter, by my best friend Charlie. He figures out for me that I need to make 89’s on the next 2 tests and I will have a B in the class and I WILL graduate. So, if I’m not around much, it’s because I trying to understand cost accounting.
And mark my words Dr. Ormsby, you may have tripped me, but you did not knock me down. I am graduating in December with a B in your class.
Whoever said life was easy?
Dusting myself off and raring to going,
Melinda
Back to Nac
So...I'm back in Nac...I'm tired, but happy. The interview went well, my dress came in, and I managed to make a few friends mad/disappointed at me. Such is life. Now I have a B-law test thingy today that I haven't studied for and 2 cases due that I haven't done...oops! :) Well, I better get back to work. Talk to you later, just thought you wanted an update, I'll try and give you more details about the interview later! Bye
Loving you through sleep-encrusted eyes,
Melinda :)
