Much of Muchness

Here are some things I pondered while watching Alice in Wonderland...

* I look cute in glasses. Very cute.

* I LOVE Johnny Depp, Tim Burton, Danny Elfman and Lewis Carroll. I am envious of anyone and everyone that gets to work with them.

* I don't have the right nose for glasses. They keep falling down and I have to nerdily push them up. I'm not sure if this was because I skewed it while in a mosh pit Freshman year, but it's crooked AND glasses fall, these must be related.

* My head is wider than the average persons. I'm thinking that the 3D glasses are made for the average persons cranium and not mine. The spot where the stem hit the right side of my head over the ear started to hurt. So sad.

* When I get married and have my twin boys I will name them Derek and Demetrius. Then I will get them good and chubby so they will be my fat boys. (I shall also refer to them as Tweedle Derek and Tweedle Demetrius.)

* I'm actually fine with 3D movies. I thought that I hated all of them because of the ones that I have seen. What I found out is that I just hate the 3D movies that constantly throw things at you. SO ANNOYING!!! (Now if they would make contacts instead of glasses to watch them...)

* I know why I like staying for the credits. It's my time to digest the movie and what just was presented before anyone has a chance to talk to me about it. It is a good time for reflection. (Also I love reading everyone's names and finding the most ridiculous one's to read out loud.)

* I love the Alice in Wonderland stories. They are delightful and entertaining.

* Stupid people should be banned from attending the theatre. This definitely includes the people that bring their children (especially babies!) to see movies after 8pm. PUT THE KIDS TO BED IDJITS!!!

* I like the word idjits.

* Maybe a pig would be a good pet if it would keep my feet warm.

* Mom says bagel funnily...hehehe!

* I always giggle when Heather burps.

Saving Santa

I was walking in the mall the last week and I saw the place where people come take pictures with Santa. Santa wasn't in his oober plush chair, but was walking away with security to probably take a smoking break or something. When I saw him leaving I felt the urge to run up to him and body slam him. Taking down the old man seemed like the most logical thing to do. Sometimes I think I should act on these aggressive urges I have instead of pushing them aside to look normal on the outside. That's all.

(Santa totally deserved to be tackled. I'm just saying.)

One Year Older and Still Acting My Moccasin Size

Tuesday was my birthday and let me tell you it was delightful!

Earlier in the year I wondered what day of the week my birthday would land on ad when I saw that it would be a Tuesday I was so happy. Tuesday is my favorite day of the week. There are many things to celebrate about Tuesdays. You can eat as many tacos as you want on Tuesdays and people can't complain. It's Taco Tuesday and that's the rule. Taco's on Tuesday or no dessert for you.

When I would travel with the rest of the Pilch's for the traveling Shakespeare show Pericles I would insist on Taco Tuesdays. They started off all enthusiastic about it and then they realized that I meant every Tuesday. (Well, DUH!) There were grumbled complaints, especially since we only toured Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I pretended I didn't hear and continued the jubilant enforcement of Taco Tuesday. YAY! Now, all those complainers will sometimes get together on a Tuesday for tacos with out me. They do it on purpose to make me feel left out. Whatever, this Bitty doesn't even care, so take that!

For whatever reason when I started Grad school this past September I decided it would be a grand idea to put classes on Tuesday and Thursday and then the rest of my week would be totally free and I wouldn't have to travel all that way to school so much. Best idea ever! Then, about Octoberish, I realized that I had to go to school ON MY BIRTHDAY! WHAT?!? I know! Worst idea ever!

What's the other great thing about Tuesdays? Me, it's me! I was born on a Tuesday YAY!!! So this is how my birthday went. I woke up and got sung "Happy Birthday" to outside the bathroom door by mom and Heather. Heather hoped I was on the toilet. HAH! Showed her, I had already moved on to checking myself out in the mirror. They had cinnamon rolls and orange juice for breakfast. D-E-LICIOUS! Then I had to go to class. Blah! You're probably wondering why I didn't just ditch. 1. I have a hard time doing that. I can sleep through class, sure, but just not show up? Scandalous! 2. We had to do some class participation stuff. Theatre classes you really need to be there because it's never just taking notes. They always make you participate.

I went to class and participated. I'm kind of adverse to group work because everyone else isn't as smart as me. I know this because if they were as smart as me they would be doing what I think they should be doing and not question my great ideas. I live in a world of stupids. They show up in every group I am. It's tragic really. This group wasn't as stupid as most because it took them only a little while to realize that I was worth listening to and we accomplished things so much quicker. Maybe there's hope (but probably not).

Then I drove to Disneyland and met mom and Heather there. Oh man, was that fun. I got to choose whatever we were to do because it was my birthday. Usually I hate being the one to make decisions, but I knew this was coming and had mentally prepared myself for it. We went on Peter Pan, which wasn't as smooth sailing as it used to be. Also, it was very dark. Next was Pirates of the Caribbean. It was quite bumpy at the loading area. I almost rumbled out of my seat. (I didn't because I was in the middle, but Mom splashed out of the boat and in the wet water. She wasn't pleased. Nor were we. What was she thinking? The boat behind us fished her out and now she lives with them.) It was darker in this ride too! Then we went on Haunted Mansion which had all of the Nightmare Before Christmas stuff everywhere and was delightful. I love it mucho, especially when you get in your "DOOOOMBUGGY" and the creepy guy is instructing you to stay seated and then the funny spanish speaking guy says, I presume, what the creepy voiced guy just said, but in a funny spanish voice. Not scary at all. Keep those dos manos inside the "DOOOOMBUGGY"! This ride was dark too, what is the DEAL Disneyland? Are you using those stupid energy saving lights that take forever and a day to brighten so by the time the park closes they are almost to full brightness? What a stupid idea going green is sometimes.

I wanted to go on the Winnie the Pooh ride because they sing happy birthday. It's to Pooh, but we pretend it's for the birthday individual. It would have been me this time! But alas, it had a sticky situation and I was not sung to by pre-programmed animatronic characters. It could have been a horrible day...BUT I had gotten Disney dollars to spend in the park and I purchased a lovely pair of moccasins that I had my eye on for months! HUZZAH!!! They are quite comfortable.

Throughout the day family and friends sent their "happy birthday"'s to me. I was quite popular, for the most part. Erin finally came and we chowed down on delicious food. Not tacos. What? But it was a Tuesday! I know, we had Birthday Taco's the night before so unclench your buttocks and move on. It was my birthday and I made a rule that since we were celebrating it for a couple days anyway might as well treat it as one looong day, with 8 hour naps scattered here and there. I got a cupcake for dessert, mmm-hmmm.

We had to leave about this time because I had to drive all the way back to school for my night class and Erin and mom were going to catch a flight to Utah. Why they would chose such a destination to go to on MY BIRTHDAY of all days. It's not that they left on vacation on my birthday, but that they chose Utah. If they were going to, say, Djibouti I wouldn't be angry because: 1. It has an awesome name and 2. It isn't Utah. I shall get over it eventually. It's just the principle of the thing!

Getting to class was so awful. I was stuck in traffic and was 25 minutes late to class. Oh the shame! I hate being late to places. But I was able to learn some stuff while I was there anyways so it wasn't too bad. When I left that night I started to feel sick (lightheaded and dizzy) and was scared to drive home. I told Heather I may not make it. I put my sweatshirt on and put the AC on my face and it helped me feel better and so I made it home in safety. Thank goodness! That would be tragic to die on my Birthday! The people who ignored me on that day would have felt mighty awful, now wouldn't they? (You know who you are and so do I!)

When I went to bed I felt oober sick again and put a cold dishcloth on my face to help me fall asleep. It helped cool me down, but it didn't help me not think about dying. Oooh boy. Whenever I get sick I think I'm going to die, because I don't get really sick that often. I was thinking about how I don't have a will. What was I doing at my now old age without a will? So I started going through my head who would get what of what I owned and believe me was this hard to do! Some of the things went easily to people, but then I thought of someone that I should probably leave something for, but I didn't have anything that they would want or need. It put into perspective how much of my stuff wasn't worth beans. I was going to write down what I would give to people here, but then I don't want people to feel insulted if I forgot to give them something or forgot what I had intended to give them (I was sleepy, it happens) AND I especially don't want people to kill me just to get my stuff. I may create a hidden will someday, but for now I feel that the only way to remain un-murdered is to keep my will in my head so that if you kill me you won't know what you get. Done and done!

Thanks for all the "Happy Birthday"'s! Love you all!

Who gets to thrust these people down to hell? That might be a good job...

Today was a pretty good day. My hours for work were cut because the store didn't make enough money this week to keep them. However, a couple hours after I should have started they called and asked if I wanted to come in and get some of those hours back. Of course! I went in and it made me feel slightly happier with the world.

Work was good. I was able to be on the register and in the fitting room for a while, which are the places I like to work the best. I was on the register being happy and helpful and going as fast as I could so that the customers were happy. Seriously, I thought about how I doing pretty alright even though there were like a zillion sales going on. I was keeping up for the most part.

Then it happened. I realized that many sales back something bad had happened. I remember this lady and her daughter so well. I was so nice to them and tried to help them as happily and quickly as I could. It was later that I found out that they had cheated the store AND me. I'm not going to say exactly what happened, but all you really need to know is they lied and basically stole.

I honestly couldn't believe it had happened and talked to the head cashier and a manager about it and we all concluded that this lady had screwed the system AND me. What a horrible person. There really wasn't anything we could have done about it. I mean this was a tricky scam, but don't think that I will be duped twice. NO SIR!!! This will never happen to me again. I know what to look for and will spot this scam from a mile away. Forsure.

The head cashier said that I shouldn't worry about it and asked if I was mad. I should have been mad. But no. When it came down to it I felt betrayed. You know that feeling when you have been lied to? That was it. I couldn't believe that someone could do something like that. I don't know how people feel justified doing something like that. I can't even fathom doing something like that. Never. My manager said that this was because I was raised right. I'm glad I have a good family because these people may think they have a good life, but really they must feel so empty. I feel bad for that lady, but I feel worse for her daughter that was right there learning from her mother's bad behavior.

People feel that they are screwing the man when they steal from stores especially big companies. They must feel that the company doesn't need the money and they can afford to lose some money to them. That's not true. Who it really screws is associates like me that have hours cut because the store is not making the money is should be making. Honestly, this pay period has not been happy for me because of people like this lady who have been stealing from the company I work for. When the store loses money they have to cut back on hours and so those people that actually do an honest days work lose out on opportunities to work. So now I am mad that these people who feel they have the right to steal, and even do it for a living, have taken away my opportunity to get paid. I don't appreciate it. I will never forget that ladies face and feel I have the right to kick her in the teeth if I ever see her again.

Good energy flowing in from the South-West, take heed.

I've been sleeping sooo restlessly these past couple of days. I can't stand not being able to lie down and automatically fall asleep. How do other people do it? Maybe I need a new bed time ritual. Maybe I just need a new bed. I'm thinking the latter.

I've never been a normal sleeper, I don't think. I move around A LOT!!! People have told me that they feel sorry for my husband when I finally do get married. I don't blame them; I feel sorry for my poor future husband. I've always looked at the whole Lucy/Ricky relationship as ideal (I mean it!) They are totally loving husband and wife, but they get their own beds! How awesome is that? I'm sure there were some nights that they pushed them together. They had a kid for goodness sake. But honestly, I've always considered that as being the perfect solution for my married life. Is that sad?

I'm not sure what position I tend to stay in sleeping. I feel that I am 70% side sleeper. But it's more of a twisty pretzel side sleep; hard to explain. But then there are nights where stomach sleeping is delightful or I need to be on my back. Pillows under my head, pillows under my legs, no pillows at all. It's kind of ridiculous sometimes the amount of positions I try before I can fall asleep. And then, I guess I keep trying to get comfortable throughout the night because I move sooo much. Slightly annoying (and that's me thinking that, could you imagine what my husband would say? It would probably be more than slightly). I thought that I would grow out of it, because that is what people said, so that by the time I was ready to get married I wouldn't get my husband out of bed (on accident). By this rate of growing out of it I won't get married until I'm 50. Forreal.

Then there is the whole trouble of directions. I feel that my body has this weird inner compass that only lets me sleep when my head is pointing the right way. Whether it's north, south, east or west. I'm not joking. This is a serious problem. Lately I've been sleeping with my head going South East, but last night I could not fall asleep for the life of me. I thought it was because I was sick so I got up and took some medicine and went back to bed. At this point my internal compass took over my body and laid me down with my head going South West (more west than south though). I fell instantly asleep. You may think it was the drugs. Hah! You would be wrong! It was totally my body needing to be pointing another way. I slept pretty good for the few hours of sleep after that.

The way I sleep is definitely interesting, there's no doubt about it. It's annoying and frustrating trying to figure out what my body wants to do, but I have been getting better at figuring it out closer to the start of the bedtime routine. It may be because I've been sick that I've been totally off my game. Let's hope that's it. I've become okay that I'm an abnormal sleeper and it may be my claim to fame one day? Okay, I guess I can't go that far, but it's all good.

My poor husband though... :/

Free Willy!

William attempted suicide. I KNOW!!! I was shocked. I mean he has a great life, which includes me so what does he have to be upset about?

I guess he could be upset that his water was low...but come on! When my room gets messy so does his bowl so he needs to deal with it right? Wrong. He tries to find a way out. So sad his little life came to this. It made me feel like a bad person.

I finally saw how depressed he was and how he would ignore me more than usual (I think he's been picking up some tips from Molly on how to ignore the people that love you and feed you.) but the thing that made me really take an interest in taking the time to clean his disgusting bowl was seeing that whenever he moved his fin would come out of the water a little. Poor William.

I was going to bed and was feeding him when I realized I needed to help a guy out. I wrote on my message board "SAVE WILLIAM!!!"

The next day I proceeded to do so, but when I was transferring the little fella from his nastiness into a clean cupful of water he jumped ship! I was talking to Emily on the phone and was so scared. I put her down on the counter and tried desperately to pick up William, who seemed intent on lying on the counter until he was as dry as it was. Every time I would pick him up he would wiggle away and my mind sped..."How long can he survive without water?" "This is really gross." "I can't lose him, I'd be a failure." "I'm not sure I like the way he feels." "One Mississippi...two Mississippi...three Mississippi..how long do I have?"

Finally, I screamed at him to let me pick him up and he did! I don't know how big a fish's brain is to begin with, but he must have lost some brain cells to give in and obey me. Holy Hannah! I was so relieved that he wasn't going to die.

William's bowl is clean, he's getting fed and his colors coming back. This fish has gone through rehab twice now. Once for being anorexic and not eating his food and now for this. I may have to watch him more carefully this time around so that he doesn't go off the deep end and shave his head or something.

Just keep swimming!

Ultimate Takedown? Meh, I'm for Peace.

Many of you may recall the blog where I did on all call "bring it" for a competition where I would kick butt. I may have stuck my foot in my mouth because I'm not as tough as I think I am.

I kind of gave up on the whole competition the week after I started. I mean, I was amazing and totally do good, but then I lost interest and stopped my amazingness.

Don't think you won. You didn't. I know for a fact you didn't do as well as you thought you would either. We both stopped and it was a mutual decision for no final throw down. You are good, I'm amazing and we'll leave it at that.

Loves you, mean it!