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queenrileySo not much to say. Jeff's job has turned to telemarketing and he hates it but has two very good very promising leads for other more suitable jobs. We're hoping he gets one of them in the next two weeks or so.
Saw X-Men 2 last night. Still debating on whether or not I liked it. As a movie entirely seperate from the X-Men universe, it was great. The jury is still out for my overall opinion, however.
Have discovered that friend from the dream I had and talked about here and went to the movies with give a GREAT neck/shoulder massage... and he told me he didn't know how to do one! I didn't teach him, though I told him I would if he wanted me to, and he said yes, so I started to teach him but I didn't have to. He already knew. Silly boy. :) But I got a really GREAT massage out of it, so all is well.
The
20 years ago: I was 2 years old and living on the Maryland side of Washington DC. I enjoyed Sesame Street and playing outside at the park. I could ride a tricycle. My favourite thing to do was sit on the front porch and eat ice cream. My sister, at the ripe old age of 6, beat me up a lot. I gave up naps about this time. Spring was just coming to full glory this time of year and I was already missing the snow... I like snow.
15 years ago: I was 7 years old and just finishing up first grade. We were living in Richmond, Virginia by this time. I could read very well and write with a general grasp of grammar. I spent my playground time with my teacher learning proper punctuation. I wrote my first story about this time, with full sentances, paragraphs, and somewhat correct grammar, spelling, and punctuation, and gave it to my teacher on the last day of school. She still had it when she died 4 years later.
10 years ago: I was 12 years old and had been living in Houston, Texas for 5 hellish months. I was in 6th grade and preparing to take final exams while dealing with the end repurcusions of my first bout of serious life-threatening depression. I had one, and only one, friend. I was overwhelmed by the intense heat and humidity as, having only lived here for 5 months, my blood had not yet thinned out to make the heat tolerable.
5 years ago: I was 17 and finishing up my junior year of high school, my second year at the magnet alternative school. I was happy. I had friends. I was also forming my group and topic for my senior exhibition that would encompass my entire senior year and end up being on level with most college students. It was about this time that I had my heart broken for the first time... really broken, not just bruised. I was also making a video for a friend who moved to Australia. I don't talk to him anymore, but I wish I did. I always wanted to visit him there.
3 years ago: I was celebrating Jeff's birthday, the first time we celebrated it as a couple. I was also working retail at a crappy store making no money and wearing myself down. I had just returned from a visit to San Antonio where my first real love was residing. If I had known it would be years before I saw him again (when he would be on leave from the Navy... on the brink of war), I would have spent more time there with him. It was his senior year and he was actually graduating on time.
1 year ago: I was living with my parents and raising an almost 1 year old. Um... that's about all I did... she's rather time consuming. ;)
The day before yesterday: I visited my parents. Jeff moved some furniture for them (as they are very small, like me, and my father is not in the best health, and Jeff is very tall and strong) while I sat on the couch and watched Alex play. We came home, I set up the schedule for Sunday.
Yesterday: I did laundry and cleaned. And managed to do it all while Jeff had Alex over at his grandmother's house. I went to a movie with Jeff and a good friend that evening, came home, sat up chatting far too late into the night, and went to bed. It was fun. I'm apparently very good at invading personal space. ;)
Tomorrow: Same as today... sit at home, take care of Alex, clean. Oh, and tomorrow night I'm going to my book club (even though I didn't read the book because I couldn't find it), yay!
And that's all for my life right now. Blah. Boring, I know.
Saw X-Men 2 last night. Still debating on whether or not I liked it. As a movie entirely seperate from the X-Men universe, it was great. The jury is still out for my overall opinion, however.
Have discovered that friend from the dream I had and talked about here and went to the movies with give a GREAT neck/shoulder massage... and he told me he didn't know how to do one! I didn't teach him, though I told him I would if he wanted me to, and he said yes, so I started to teach him but I didn't have to. He already knew. Silly boy. :) But I got a really GREAT massage out of it, so all is well.
The
20 years ago: I was 2 years old and living on the Maryland side of Washington DC. I enjoyed Sesame Street and playing outside at the park. I could ride a tricycle. My favourite thing to do was sit on the front porch and eat ice cream. My sister, at the ripe old age of 6, beat me up a lot. I gave up naps about this time. Spring was just coming to full glory this time of year and I was already missing the snow... I like snow.
15 years ago: I was 7 years old and just finishing up first grade. We were living in Richmond, Virginia by this time. I could read very well and write with a general grasp of grammar. I spent my playground time with my teacher learning proper punctuation. I wrote my first story about this time, with full sentances, paragraphs, and somewhat correct grammar, spelling, and punctuation, and gave it to my teacher on the last day of school. She still had it when she died 4 years later.
10 years ago: I was 12 years old and had been living in Houston, Texas for 5 hellish months. I was in 6th grade and preparing to take final exams while dealing with the end repurcusions of my first bout of serious life-threatening depression. I had one, and only one, friend. I was overwhelmed by the intense heat and humidity as, having only lived here for 5 months, my blood had not yet thinned out to make the heat tolerable.
5 years ago: I was 17 and finishing up my junior year of high school, my second year at the magnet alternative school. I was happy. I had friends. I was also forming my group and topic for my senior exhibition that would encompass my entire senior year and end up being on level with most college students. It was about this time that I had my heart broken for the first time... really broken, not just bruised. I was also making a video for a friend who moved to Australia. I don't talk to him anymore, but I wish I did. I always wanted to visit him there.
3 years ago: I was celebrating Jeff's birthday, the first time we celebrated it as a couple. I was also working retail at a crappy store making no money and wearing myself down. I had just returned from a visit to San Antonio where my first real love was residing. If I had known it would be years before I saw him again (when he would be on leave from the Navy... on the brink of war), I would have spent more time there with him. It was his senior year and he was actually graduating on time.
1 year ago: I was living with my parents and raising an almost 1 year old. Um... that's about all I did... she's rather time consuming. ;)
The day before yesterday: I visited my parents. Jeff moved some furniture for them (as they are very small, like me, and my father is not in the best health, and Jeff is very tall and strong) while I sat on the couch and watched Alex play. We came home, I set up the schedule for Sunday.
Yesterday: I did laundry and cleaned. And managed to do it all while Jeff had Alex over at his grandmother's house. I went to a movie with Jeff and a good friend that evening, came home, sat up chatting far too late into the night, and went to bed. It was fun. I'm apparently very good at invading personal space. ;)
Tomorrow: Same as today... sit at home, take care of Alex, clean. Oh, and tomorrow night I'm going to my book club (even though I didn't read the book because I couldn't find it), yay!
And that's all for my life right now. Blah. Boring, I know.
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Date: 2003-05-06 12:13 am (UTC)Both X films have struck me as slightly flat, though, so 's more likely that I just didn't 'get' it.
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Date: 2003-05-06 06:02 am (UTC)I'm somewhat familiar with the comics, having had an on-again-off-again obsession with X-Men through most of my life. That alone throws me off of the movies.
As movies go, the X-Men films rely mostly on special effects and blowing things up. The storyline... well I've noticed sometimes the storyline likes to take little walks just to get away for awhile. ;) The actors do the best with what they have, but the script is fairly predictable. And the way the characters were portrayed as so different... the way the first movie screwed everything up so much... it just couldn't be fixed.
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Date: 2003-05-06 12:53 am (UTC)percival
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Date: 2003-05-06 06:08 am (UTC)You'd make a terrific nurse, especially since it sounds like you'd be able to take in all the medical/physiological background quite well.
Thank you. :) You are correct about the medical background... I spent a great deal of my childhood ill and did my senior exhibition on AIDS, which was one of four topics for the overall theme of Medicine: How it has changed. So I know some of the lingo and seem to have an affinity for learning the terms quickly.