10 Things I Hate About Commandments

I saw this linked on The Divine Ms. Em's blog, and thought it was hillarious. Click immediately and watch.



and in case you are interested in seeing "Must Love Jaws", here you go.



You're welcome.



Until Later,

Sondra

novocaine in the morning

So I went to the dentist today for a filling. In comes the novocaine and now I can't feel half my face.

I guess I wasn't fully aware of how much the right side of my face isn't working. As I walked out and tried not to drool as I paid the receptionist, a dental hygienist walked by, smiled at me, I smiled back. She just laughed and walked by. When I got back to the car, I looked in the rear view mirror and found out that this is the smile I gave her:

Nice, Huh? Whats even creepier is that even the muscles around my right eye are hard to move because of the novocaine as well, so one eye gives this- "MUST KILL" kind of look. Really, this is as much as I can smile.

How will anyone know when I'm happy?

If this isn't a warning against botox, I don't know what is. It's not nice to not be able to move/feel your face. So don't inject toxins into it, people.

It's actually kind of reminiscent of an Elvis grin. See the freakish resemblance?

Elvis

Not Elvis

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Now hopefully my face can stop feeling funky now.

Until Later,

Sondra

valley of the lillys

Yes, I have survived finals and I'm back in Rochester. Actually, i've been back for almost two weeks, but I haven't gotten around to blogging at all.

It's good to be home. Looking for a job this summer sucks, but I'm hoping the whole ordeal will be done with in the next two weeks.

Right now I'm really not too motivated to be looking for a job. I'm just basking in the glow of my lovely 3.75 GPA that I came back with from my freshman year of college. I'm really pleased with myself about that. It also looks like transfering from AU next year is going to be in the cards. This will hopefully help me get into most schools and find something that offers a nice Anthropology/Sociology major.

It's been strange going back to living with parental units, but not really bad. It is dificult to remember to call them and let them know where I am however. Not used to having to report back.

I was very pleased to find out that these lovely (and my personal favorite) lillys of the valley had bloomed. So pretty! They smell so lovely too. Unfortunately e-smell has not been invented yet so you're just going to have to settle with for a picture.


Anyway, I feel like I don't have much to talk about lately. I'll post some other time when I have more to type about.

Until Later,

Sondra

I cut down trees, I wear high heels...

...suspenders and a bra! I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my great papa!

Last night before going out to an Art Prom, I came across this article. Ruth and I both found it quite amusing.

Female kidney turns lumberjack on to housework

A Croatia lumberjack claims he started 'enjoying housework and knitting' after he was given a female kidney.

Stjepan Lizacic, 56, from Osijek, is suing his local health authority because he says he's become a laughing stock.

He says his life changed from enjoying heavy drinking sessions with pals to prefering housework after the operation.

He told local newspaper 24sata: "The kidney transplant saved my life, but they never warned me about the side effects.

"I have developed a strange passion for female jobs like ironing, sewing, washing dishes, sorting clothes in wardrobes and even knitting."

He pointed out that before the kidney transplant he would not have been seen dead doing the housework, and expected his wife to do it all, but now found it both relaxing and fulfilling.

He said: "My wife is the only one that is pleased. I do most of the housework now, and I blame the hospital that transplanted me the kidney of a 50-year-old woman instead of a man's kidney."

His wife Radmila added: "If the new femine side to him is confined to housework I am very happy, I only hope he doesn't start looking at other men."

(for this article and others, go to ananova)

Oh, stupid man.

I guess what I find the most amusing is that he said he now enjoys knitting. It's not too dificult to vacuum the floor or fold a sweater but kniting involves active learning. Maybe he was sitting around one evening and asked his wife- "Dear, can you teach me how to knit? It's my goddamn kidneys again... they're craving to know how to faire isle."




Until Later,

Sondra

gushing

You know, I think things are pretty good.

It's pleasant outside. Right now the lawn all around campus is being cut, and giving off that delicious summer grass smell. It's one of those smells that instantly remind you of running around barefoot, playing tag or cowboys and indians.

The year is coming to an end. I can't believe it, it seems like ages ago when my parents said their final goodbyes and left me standing in front of my dorm. I remember feeling so exhilarated, so nervous, so uncertain.

I don't know how, but things just clicked.

I feel really accomplished, I feel like I've done a pretty good job with dealing with my new surroundings. I've really learned a lot about myself, and I think ultimately that's one the best thing you can do for yourself. To be perfectly honest, I'm not positive AU is right for me. I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be the best place for any major I'm considering and it wouldn't be terrible to find a place that challenges me even more with less expense. There are still things I'm not sure of or happy with but those things are relatively small problems in the whole grand scheme of things.

It's amazing how immature things were in High School. If nothing is really expected of you, then of course you're going to be a pissy teen that doesn't do anything. We dismiss the abilities of children/teens, yet wonder why they don't do anything right.

In High School they don't let you get mad. They tend to frown upon getting passionate about a subject. The general expectation is that you conform and try not to stab anyone. I love it how my professors here not only encourage free passionate discussion, they themselves get riled up right along with you. I found a great Gloria Steinem quote- "The Truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off."

I really like this feeling that I can truly do anything I put my mind to.

Soon, back to Rochester.

Until Later,

Sondra

where it's at

Today was such a great day. It was a lot of work, but that meant a lot of work was turned in or presented.

I finished up my interview paper, and sent it to the interviewee. I was so pleased that she loved the paper, it’s a bit nerve racking to write about someone else’s experiences. I mean, she was there, not me.

I’ve been so impressed with what my interviewee does for a living, I’m hoping to get a summer job working for her. It may be simply be making copies or bringing coffee without pay, but I think the experience would be so phenomenal. If it turns out that this is what I’d want to do for a living, wouldn’t that be fantastic?

My two presentations seemed to go well too, and although I tripped up a bit, I think everything went fine. It’s just nice to get that out of the way.

I got a care package from my church to day as well, which was quite pleasing to my beady little PMS-y eyes. What can I say, God loves me!

I also had dinner with my future roomie, and we discovered our mutual propensity for quoting movies. “Endorphins make you happy…happy people don’t kill their husbands.”

I feel much better now all of this work is out of the way. Now I can relax, turn on the fake news and finish my psychology homework.

Until Later,

Sondra

Hot Hot Dog!

Yes.

Hot Dog Day Weekend has finally come!

It's true I still have half a paper to finish, two presentations to prepare for and some homework to be done, but Hot Dog Day has a way of eliminating any sort of mental capacity to actually do any of these things.

But come on! Booze! Hot Dogs! Best Friend Visiting! Parades! Mud Games! More Booze!

Who wants to sit down and write at a time like this?! This is a happy occasion! Let's not bicker and argue about who killed who...



*sigh* I suppose that is what Sunday nights are for.

Work Work.

Until Later,

Sondra

oy vey

I was sitting at my computer, working on my outline for my women's studies interview thingy and I became increasingly aware that I had a song stuck in my head.


Then I stopped.

And I realized what song it was.

"The Dreidle Song".

I'm weird.

Until Later,

Sondra

i told you so

I'm telling ya, THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS when you build giant walls!

Thank you Jeff Rowland. Thank you.

*sigh*

people are retarded.

Until Later,

Sondra

shiny and new

There's a new knitty!

I SO want to knit these cute guys now.

Until Later,

Sondra