Top Five Songs I Want Played At My Funeral

Thanks a lot, Macoosh. This one’s hard, I’ve never really thought about it before. But, I guess I’ll give it a shot.

In no particular order:

1. Flying Home (Brenda’s Song) by Chantal Kreviazuk: “But if you’ve seen the love that’s in her eyes, then everything is good, and if you know the way she felt inside, she’s flying where she should. I never believed we’d ever live to see an angel being born and flying home.” I cry every time I hear this song.

2. Don’t Dream It’s Over by Crowded House. Looks like I’m going for a theme of the whole “don’t cry for me because I’m not gone, but in a better place and still with all of you in your hearts.”

3. The Hymn of Ordinary Motion by Douglas, Barenburg & Meyer. It’s a guitar instrumental, and it’s just beautiful. Look it up on iTunes. It’s got the feel of things just moving on and on, and sounds a bit hopeful.

4. Going Home by Sophie Zelmani. Another song that sounds more hopeful than sad. And there’s some truth in it – I would be going home, because if I’ve died then God has called me home.

5. Too Soon by Eastmountainsouth. It’s always too soon when someone leaves this earth, even if they live to be 100.

Ok, that wasn’t as hard as I thought once I cruised through my iTunes library. Now, who to tag with this one? Courtney, AJ, Gouda, Penny and um, let’s see – Megan, because she has a habit of titling her posts after songs.

I Can’t Think of a Post Title

More internet woes – my freaking connection keeps skipping out on me. It’s really annoying to have to reset my modem every half hour. Sometimes it’s that frequent, other times I can go a few hours without a blip. The funny thing is that my modem appears to be working normally at all times, at least according to the lights on the front of it. These little hiccups are driving me mad. I called the cable company but of course it’s all fine, so they don’t have a clue. Gah.

I’ve been driving my sister mad with text messages today. The first one asked if she remembers Lisa Frank. She called me and said she did, and asked why. I told her it was a random thought I had. Then this afternoon I texted her with the headline “DNA Tests reveal that Elvis is from Uranus” She called me immediately and said, “Not my anus, your anus!” I told her I was just in a goofy mood. Then tonite I told her that I like Crayola crayons. She called me back and said that I need to find something else to do when I’m bored. This is too funny. I can’t wait, really I can’t. She gets online tomorrow, so there is a time issue. Sis, if you’re reading this, read down to the next post then be sure to STOP. Do not go any further until I tell you. If you do go further, then you totally suck and are so not worthy, you impatient little beyotch.

Today I managed to line up 2 interviews. The first one I’ll probably skip, because further research tells me that first of all, the call was unsolicited. I did not send this company my resume. Also, online research into this company tells me that it’s a bit of a sham. It’s insurance sales. No thank you, I’m looking for a legitimate job that has a bit more security and stability in pay. The second interview is with my friend’s company on Friday. The sales manager there is so busy she’s going berserk, but managed to find a time that hopefully she won’t have to change. Something tells me that will be the one. I haven’t heard back about any of the other jobs I interviewed for. One of them was listed in the local paper again this past weekend, and another one, the government one, was extremely time sensitive and it’s been 3 days. I was under the impression that they would be making a decision almost immediately, so after 3 days I have a feeling that one will not go forward for me.

Well. It’s getting late so I think I’ll finish up here, get some things picked up and get to bed. Later gators.

Pre-Emptive Strike

Sis, stay the fuck off my blog until further notice. You’ll understand when you’re older. But now that you have internet again, please re-establish yourself online and get your MK site going before you waste time here.

Thank you. We now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

It’s Gonna Be a Good Day, Just Wait and See

I’m in a talkative mood again, though at the moment it might just be fatigue. Yes, The Man pissed me off by dumping me via text message. Whatever. I just want my bathing suit back, and I need to send him his book back. I liked him but as it had not been that long, I did not have very much emotionally invested in him. Too bad people like that don’t realize what a mistake they’re making when they pull shit like this. But know what? It’s not my problem. She’s his problem now. And from what little I know about it, he knows full well it’s a huge problem. I just hope he can face himself when things turn out the same in the end.

About an hour after I received that shitty text message, I received an email from a friend of mine. I had forwarded her my resume to help me look for a job, since she has lots of contacts in town. She indicated that she needs someone with my qualifications, and had me call her sales manager. The sales mgr is barely able to keep afloat with all the work she has to do, so it was suggested that I would be the perfect person to join her team. I talked to the sales mgr, who needed to leave a half hour before I called and sounded really frazzled, and suggested we set up a time to meet to discuss the job more in depth and make sure that there’s a chemistry match. But if this goes the way I think it will, I will soon be working for my friend. See, my current job I got because I met Mad Scientist at church. My friend that’s offering me the job is also a friend from church. People, people who need people. That was the first sermon I ever listed to Pastor Dave give, and the one that still resonates loudly with me today.

So much on my mind and so much to look forward too, but first, since I was a bit upset earlier today my stomach (or overly emotional brain) is telling me to pig out, so ramen and ice cream it is.

What Does It Take to Find a Decent Man?

I liked him, I thought perhaps it could have gone further. Apparently a nice girl loses to drama. Big time drama. I got this text message from The Man just moments ago:

“I’m back with my ex. Sorry not appproprate to stay friends any lOnger. I’m sure you understand. Thank you. goodbye”

It’s not my story to tell, but that ex is the reason why he was out of contact last week, and it involves drama like you wouldn’t believe. That’s all I can say, because like I said, it’s not my story to tell, and as pissed as I am right about now, I’m not gonna air his dirty laundry all over cyberspace.

Fucker. And people wonder why I don’t date more often.