Interviewing can be silly . .

So . .

I recently started a part time job . . which is working out but yet isn't really working out. The schedule doesn't come out very early which is hard for me because I'm used to being able to plan ahead now. So I'm looking at a few more options right now. I'm currently at a department store which is cool, but what is even cooler is that I interviewed for VSecret! It was a group interview and I had three thoughts roaming through my head . . .

1) I am not wearing near enough eyeliner to be interviewing with these girls

2) I am not anywhere near tan-orexic enough to be here either

3) I'd better not mention I've got a little girl to all these college freshman or the force of their exhaled breath as they go "AWWWWWWW!" will blow me out of my seat.

Seriously there were probably only two of us over the age of 21 there. Must stated that they were freshmen or sophmores at college. Scary.

But wouldn't it be fun to work there????

The Power of Five

I think I want to do a little personal challenge. I want to be more green, but I just don't have the time, money or resources to go as green as can be. So maybe I can shoot for a chain reaction. I saw some facts listed in a catalogue today and it made me squirm in my seat a little.

Some Things to Consider

• If every American home swapped five incandescent bulb fixtures for Energy Star CFLs, it would keep one trillion pounds of greenhouse gases out of the air.
• Each ton of paper recycled saves 17 trees and 7,000 gallons of water.
• Recycling one glass bottle saves enough energy to light a 100-watt bulb for four hours.
• Shoppers worldwide are using 500 billion to 1 trillion plastic bags per year. This translates to about 150 bags a year for every person on earth.

I feel a little better when I know that we aren't buying anymore regular bulbs for our house. We are starting to phase them all out for the green type of light bulbs. I recycle my newspapers, but I only get two days a week, so they don't pile up very fast. And I've switched to those neat canvas totes for shopping. I have five at home and I even take them to the mall when I can.

But what about you? I saw the number five pop up quite a bit in my thoughts, so I decided to take on a personal challenge. Could I talk five people into switching to the better bulbs and forgoing their plastic grocery sacks? Can you beat the fact that for every bag I bring back in to Hy-Vee, they give me five cents back? If you think about it . . you get your money back in 20 trips to the store since they are only a dollar a piece. Not to mention the added bonus of not having more plastic bags enter your house!

So are you up to a challenge OM? Nikki? MBG? Mama?

Since I don't think anyone else reads this, I'm going to hit up some friends around town. Get on it people! Think if this as your mini green challenge.

And if you are up for it, tell five more people . . .

I double dog dare you!

A quick note

So many things going through my mind right now . . .

Alaina came home after a week with Grandma and Grandpa B. Truly, that was too long to be without my little one, but since I had a going away party on Thursday night and worked my part time job on Friday, I didn't have a leg to stand on to argue for an early return home.

I tidied up our main floor bathroom a bit this week, but not to the level that I'm willing to display it on Org Junkie. Frankly I can't justify buying lots of containers that I may not use in a year because we are hoping to redo said bathroom. Also with the camera missing in action, I have nothing to display pics with anyway.

I'm about to breakdown and buy a little $100 - $150 camera to use temporarily because I feel my daughter's childhood slipping away. I mean seriously, did people cry at the end of everyday before cameras came around because they couldn't save clips of their lives for infinity? The way I feel right now, you would think so!

I guess that's about all I can squeeze out of my jumbled thoughts right now . . .

One more for the day . . .

I had thought that needed to be recorded. It is in response to Omaha Mama's blogging about her house being not as clean as she thinks it should be and not staying absolutely true to her schedule.

Growing up, Mama was big on routines, she cleaned like clock work, snacks and meals were always on schedule, and the laundry was always done.

Then when we were old enought she went back to school to work on herself and the rest of us let the immaculate condition of the house slide into oblivion.

But when I look back at the time after Mom went back to school and I hit hight school, do I think about cluttered counters and laundry piles?

Nope.

The stories I told my coworkers last night as we hung out were about my great parents, whom everyone voluteered to chaparone the dances because they were so cool they would disco with up and they would tease everyone by doing "pencil" tests during slow dances.

And how even the troubled kids (in a previously life they were called Bad Boys) would stop on my mother's porch, apologize, and turn the tshirt they were wearing insideout because it has cuss words or a dirty message written on the front. They knew she didn't like them in her house and they all respected my parents.

I tell the stories about how we didn't get the latest and greatest game stations growing up, but we knew how to play a great game of make believe and our friends enjoyed that more that the latest Nintendo game.

But when I want to make them laugh I tell the Saturday Night story . . .

I sat at home at 9 pm on a Saturday. I just wanted to sit at home and read my new book. But Mom had other ideas. She stopped down at my room a few times to mention that I should go out and meet some friends or go into the coffee shop (my usual hangout). I didn't want to but she finally pushed me enough that I got up and headed for the door. She stopped me in a bit of a panic because I was about to go out wearing one of my brothers old flannel shirts, jeans, sneakers and a ball cap. She said I shoud at least put earrings on . . . and maybe a little makeup and fix my hair. So I told her nevermind, I'd just stay home - this was said in the snotty tone that children perfect the day they turn 13. She pretty much begged so I conceeded to the point that I put on make up and fluffed my hair a bit (I was not putting in earrings!) And when I went to leave, she told me to be home by midnight. Now the problem with that is, it takes about 30 minutes to get to town from our house, and 30 minutes to get home of course. By the time we got to this point, it was 10:30 pm, giving me about 30 minutes to "hang out." I can't actually remember if I went out or not that night . . . but it was the start of a beautiful tradition with my mother.

Typically when I go home, before I leave the house, I turn to my mother and hold out my hand, kind of in a "TA-DA" kind of gesture. At this point she will mention if I need a little more blush, or a belt (I don't usually get that one anymore) or some jewelry. Now to be honest, this habit of ours has fallen a bit to the wayside, but it was around long enough for my husband to comment, because he noticed the big "TA-DA" move one time when we were leaving to go visit some friends in town. I said, "Sometimes its just easier to play along."

Frankly I think Mom and I were just stuck in a rut. After I got married she even confessed that she was just trying to help me look pretty for a boy. Which didn't explain the fact that by that time I was already seriously invovled with Jeff.

I love you, Mom and all the quirks that come with being your daughter.

And p.s. Why didn't Stacey ever get the royal treatment? I must have looked truly hopeless to you. : )

B@tm@n

So we went to see the new movie and while I have heard "best movie ever" from may sources, I'm not sure.

Don't get me wrong I loved it, but I have the hardest time picking the best movie ever. I think that I would have to say "Princess Bride" but that's more from a personal standpoint.
"Shaw$hank Redemption" is one of my favorites as well.

But for sure it was the best caped crusader movie. The way the plot is woven together is just stunning! And I could wax poetic about Heath's performance as the Joker forever. That man had some skill. And I'm not talking from a sentimental place in my heart.

I judge all movies by if I am "sucked into" the world of the movie. Did I see the characters on the screen? Or did I simply see a bunch of actors trying to be someone else. I never saw Heath on the screen. I only saw the Joker. Even when I tried to be a sentimental sap and think about the shame it was to lose him, the character would do something horrific, and I'd only see the Joker again.

But the person I'm most impressed by is Bale. I have loved Bale ever since Newsies came out when I was in elementary school. Oh, he was so cute!!! But he has come a long way from playing a dancing paper boy. I can't believe how well he pulls off the playboy Wayne personality and give the Bat the intimidating creepiness that the costume deserves.

And the voice he uses for the bat! I just get chills its so creepy!

Batman was never meant to be a sexy character. Except in a raw elemental way.

But enough about the movie. I need to get back to the list.

My top movies
(not in order, because truly, it depends on the day)
1. The Usual $uspects
2. Prin-cess Bride
3. The D@rk Knight
4. Pride and Prejudice
5. Hot Fuzz

Frankly, that's all I have so far. These are the movies, that I could watch over and over again, because there are so many levels to watch in them. Every time you watch, there is something else to see. Does that make any sense?
I love to watch Pride and Prejudice to watch the background characters. Especially when they are 'just missing each other in the ballroom scene.' And to catch the secret glances that pass between the hero and heroine.

Dreaming of you . . .

I need to start writing down my dreams . . . .

because I think I'm going crazy! Monday 8:25 p.m. sitting at my new job doing computer training. Someone stand in the doorway looking at the overstock, and as she leaves, shuts the light out on me.

I must have made a sound, she laughs, apologizes and switches the light back on. I am sitting there doing register training when suddenly I realize.

I've been here before!

I swear, I'm either nuts or have the craziest thought/memory wiring in my brain, because shortly after what I call the "stuffed pig incident" at this very store. I dreamed I worked there.

And this was just what happened in the dream!

I swear this has happened twice before, so in an effort to prove myself sane, I'm going to actually start that stupid dream diary that I've been meaning to start forever. Because honestly, one of these times I'm going to prove that I'm not making this crud up!

Finally! She blogged!

Yes I did see I was tagged by you, OM!

Yes Sisi I'm going to blog it!

Here is it, my life in ten bullets, or at least the last fifteen years, lets get a visual to start, okay?

1. I was one of two people, the other being my sister, who chose (maternally forced) to walk for a graduation in a school building that was no longer a high school . . .and created a memory that I will never forget because of said force, I MEAN CHOICE!!! ; )

2. I made and lost some friends along the way, but the good ones are still around and were promoted to family members a long time ago . . .

3. I didn't work as hard as I should have, but I managed to graduate from college with a degree, and met some pretty amazing people along the way.

4. While journeying through college, I found two things, my love of sewing, which I find many clever ways to share with everyone. . .

5. And my husband, who I skipped sorority recruitment to hear play his guitar, and found out months later that he sold me his cd's both for the price of one. (you flirt!)

6. Together, we have one beautiful child. And she amazes me everyday . . and much to my parent's delight, seems to be all the best qualities of my siblings and my husband all rolled into one. (Check it out! Her and me, isn't it scary?)

7. Family begins to take a higher priority in life the further they move . . . only two of the four left in state, and it is heartbreaking to think that we aren't all a phone call and 2 hours driving time away.

8. We bought a house the 70s threw up in and we are getting closer to having our own bedroom, we are still sharing the basement with the adorable toddler.

9. I work at a local insurance place, setting up the technical devices for the techies . . .wait, wasn't my degree in English? I still can't figure that one out . . .

10. And The most interesting part of my life, is the discovery that one can have more than one soulmate. I don't know how else to explain being a twin. You grow up having to share everything, which when people thought it sounded cool I would always say, "Imagine that you have twice as much stuff . . but you have to share all of it with someone everyday." So, I get to have two soulmates, but unfortunately they have to share me. Somedays, it was maddening, somedays it was bliss. But no matter what, I couldn't imagine life without either one!

And I'm not tagging anyone! This is fun to do, but its pretty much a chain letter so I can't forward it on principle! (However, I'll blog them, so feel free to keep sending them to me to perish!)