For the past two months i have been studying for the TEXES test for my teaching certification. I am less than a month out from the test and it is about to kill me. I have been a good little student and studying every chance I get. But as we all know, you can only go so long before you get burned out. I am teetering on a very fine line here.
I am so ready to be able to read a normal book at night and work on some of my art projects. I am even thinking of starting back up with my jewelry making. But who knows what I will end up doing. All I know is that I am ready for October 2 to be here.
If anyone has any tips on the certification test please let me know!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
School Starting
School is back in full swing. Well most schools are. Here in Dallas everyone started Monday. As I check out facebook and Twitter everyday it makes me sad to be in the real world working full time. I hate to say it but I would rather be sitting in a classroom learning. I guess I am making up for part of it because I am studying for one of the certification classes to get my teaching certificate. I really need to buckle down this weekend and study but I have been in the process of moving over the last week and a half. For all my lovely Zeta ladies at OSU good luck this semester!
Free Giveaway
This girl makes the cutest handmade items. She is having a giveaway on her blog to celebrate. secretlylovespink.blogspot.com
Go and check it out!
Go and check it out!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Office Flooding
Over the weekend our office flooded thanks to an improperly installed piece on our ice maker. At some point after 6 am Sunday morning the piece busted and water started flooding out of the kitchen reaching the front part of the office. The flod was eventually found by our IT man who came in to work on the server. For once he did something great and was able to get the help needed to shut the water off. He tried to find a security guard, and of course there were none in sight, and called our office manager. The fire department had to come out and shut off the water since the plumber was going to be about 4 hours before they could possibly get out. By the time my father arrived at the office DalWorth had been sucking up water for over an hour and there was still inches of water on the floor. DalWorth set up fans in the office 29 of them to be exact and one in the hallway to start the drying process. We also have 3 de-humidifiers to help get the wetest parts up.
Monday morning, as everyone started to arrive, they found a great surprise. The office had been transformed into a wind tunnel. We spent most of the day moving those who had wet offices to any place that was dry and had the internet. I was the lucky one who had to wait until Tuesday afternoon before I had a place to work. I spent most of the time drying files and cleaning up the kitchen and mail rooms. The wood floors in the reception area had started to buckle and discolor but nothing too major. Wednesday morning when we arrived at the office it looked as if something had tunneled under the floor where it had buckled and it has been spreading ever since.
As i got back from lunch today I saw the Dalworth people taking some of the fans out of the office. YIPEE!!! This means that the noise level will go down for a little bit until they start reparing and replacing everything.
The flooding that started in our office eventually made it's way downstairs to the floor below us and even to the floor below them. Luckily two floors below my office is the parking garage so there was no damage done there. On our floor it also spread to the two other suites on floor and while the carpet was soaked, no major damage was done. Had the security guard who is supposed to walk the floors every so often has done his job, the leak would have been found well before it reached over 2 inches in our office.
Life lesson learned...make sure that if you have something repaired or serviced, they do it correctly and if you are in an office building make sure that security actaully does their job and walk the floors.
Monday morning, as everyone started to arrive, they found a great surprise. The office had been transformed into a wind tunnel. We spent most of the day moving those who had wet offices to any place that was dry and had the internet. I was the lucky one who had to wait until Tuesday afternoon before I had a place to work. I spent most of the time drying files and cleaning up the kitchen and mail rooms. The wood floors in the reception area had started to buckle and discolor but nothing too major. Wednesday morning when we arrived at the office it looked as if something had tunneled under the floor where it had buckled and it has been spreading ever since.
As i got back from lunch today I saw the Dalworth people taking some of the fans out of the office. YIPEE!!! This means that the noise level will go down for a little bit until they start reparing and replacing everything.
The flooding that started in our office eventually made it's way downstairs to the floor below us and even to the floor below them. Luckily two floors below my office is the parking garage so there was no damage done there. On our floor it also spread to the two other suites on floor and while the carpet was soaked, no major damage was done. Had the security guard who is supposed to walk the floors every so often has done his job, the leak would have been found well before it reached over 2 inches in our office.
Life lesson learned...make sure that if you have something repaired or serviced, they do it correctly and if you are in an office building make sure that security actaully does their job and walk the floors.
Tired of Pro Athletes
Today while reading Aol NewsI saw an article about a pro football player wanting more money from his team. His team says they are not going to pay up the additional amount and I say good for them.
I am beyond tired of hearing about how badly professional athletes have such a hard life and how they are not paid enough. If I have to hear about one more football or basketball player thinking they are not getting paid what they deserve I am going to go crazy. I'm sorry that you are only getting paid 35 million a season instead of 50 million. If you think you are being treated so unfairly quit.
For millions of Americans we can only begin to imagine what earning a million dollars in a year would be like. I would be happy to earn a solid $30,000 in a single year.
I will say that there are some sports such as hockey where the athletes should get paid a little more. Before the NHL Strike a few years back, the highest paid players were making around $100,000 a year. Hockey is a rough and violent sport and the dental work and face reconstructions that go into it are crazy. About the time that the strike happened only one player had all of his real teeth. The rest had at least one knocked out in a game. I can honestly say that I would never play hockey for fun like I play football beacuse of the number of injuries and the severness of them.
Another thing I am sick of is hearing about how these professional athletes think they are the shit. Sorry to tell you, your not. Somehow I got sucked into "The Decision 2010" which was the biggest waste of my time. I honestly can't believe that the American people let the decision of one player cause so much uproar. I know there are die hard fans out there but if you start a riot and are devestated that one player went to another team, then you really need to rethink your priorities.
For me the biggest upset in sports this year has been the changing of the Conferences. I am an alum of the Big 12 and am sad to see it falling apart but you know what? Lie goes on and in a few years things will be better. I know that we will all think back to the way it used to be but hey, change makes us stronger. You didn't see any of the coaches or University Presidents making rude comments and acting like teenage girls over the fact that it was falling apart before their eyes.
Like I said before professional athletes are not what life is all about and maybe you need to take a break from sports for a few months and see what life is really all about.
I am beyond tired of hearing about how badly professional athletes have such a hard life and how they are not paid enough. If I have to hear about one more football or basketball player thinking they are not getting paid what they deserve I am going to go crazy. I'm sorry that you are only getting paid 35 million a season instead of 50 million. If you think you are being treated so unfairly quit.
For millions of Americans we can only begin to imagine what earning a million dollars in a year would be like. I would be happy to earn a solid $30,000 in a single year.
I will say that there are some sports such as hockey where the athletes should get paid a little more. Before the NHL Strike a few years back, the highest paid players were making around $100,000 a year. Hockey is a rough and violent sport and the dental work and face reconstructions that go into it are crazy. About the time that the strike happened only one player had all of his real teeth. The rest had at least one knocked out in a game. I can honestly say that I would never play hockey for fun like I play football beacuse of the number of injuries and the severness of them.
Another thing I am sick of is hearing about how these professional athletes think they are the shit. Sorry to tell you, your not. Somehow I got sucked into "The Decision 2010" which was the biggest waste of my time. I honestly can't believe that the American people let the decision of one player cause so much uproar. I know there are die hard fans out there but if you start a riot and are devestated that one player went to another team, then you really need to rethink your priorities.
For me the biggest upset in sports this year has been the changing of the Conferences. I am an alum of the Big 12 and am sad to see it falling apart but you know what? Lie goes on and in a few years things will be better. I know that we will all think back to the way it used to be but hey, change makes us stronger. You didn't see any of the coaches or University Presidents making rude comments and acting like teenage girls over the fact that it was falling apart before their eyes.
Like I said before professional athletes are not what life is all about and maybe you need to take a break from sports for a few months and see what life is really all about.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Why I Wear Orange
The color is a symbol, something that brings all of us togther.
Orange is that day you moved into the dorms as a freshman- with the lines for the elevator and overall electricity about the campus.
It's meeting those friends that would stick with you for life.
It's remembering those dorm buildings, even though they may not be there anymore.
It's wearing orange the Friday before that first game- and every Friday after that.
It's Barry Sanders, John Smith, Garth Brooks, Mike Gundy, Eddie Sutton, Desmond Mason. It's you and me.
Orange is putting your arm around the shoulder of the stranger next to you to sing the Alma Mater.
It's watching the most beautiful black horse race down the football field.
It's making the switch to saying "Power" istead of "Orange".
It's remembering Lewis Field, and admiring Boone Pickens Stadium.
Orange is a few years in the NIT, and finally making it back to the Dance.
It's beating the Number three team in the nation - on the road - on the same day OU lost to Texas.
It's being proud of your coach for standing up for his player- even when you the rest of the country frowned upon it.
Orange is being a Man, because your 40.
It's knowing that it's left hand up to make an "S".
Orange is when it's good for a cowboy first down and Ten.
Orange is Pistols Firing- Touchdown Oklahoma State.
Orange is being at the parking lot as soon as thye drop the chains, so the tailgating can start.
It's "O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A Oklahoma State" no matter where you are when the state song is played.
Orange is welcoming fans from other teams with a good-natured ribbing but always being good-natured in victory and in defeat.
Orange is being proud of our heritage but never rubbing it in.
Orange is a tragic night in Colorado and remembering those that were lost.
It's the big smile on your face when you walk past the orange fountain.
It's going back to the place you worked in college-and remembering it as the best job you ever had even though it paid the least.
Orange is never, ever forgetting the words to Friends in Low Places.
It's cheese fries (with bacon) and a Fowl Thang.
It's a cabinet full of Joe's cups.
It's knowing that you are different because your blood matches your orange t-shirt.
Orange is knowing that it's time to go home when you hear "New York, New York", "Closing Time", or "Shoulda Been a Cowboy".
Orange is the one you tried to let down easy. And the one you'll never forget.
Orange is wanting to get out of Stillwater for four years - and spending the rest of your life wanting to go back.
Orange is knowing deep down inside, that no matter what happens OU will always suck.
Proud and Immortal, Bright shines your name. Oklahoma State, We herald your fame. Ever you'll find us, Loyal and True. To our Alma Mater O-S-U!!!!!
GO POKES!!!!!!!!!!
Orange is that day you moved into the dorms as a freshman- with the lines for the elevator and overall electricity about the campus.
It's meeting those friends that would stick with you for life.
It's remembering those dorm buildings, even though they may not be there anymore.
It's wearing orange the Friday before that first game- and every Friday after that.
It's Barry Sanders, John Smith, Garth Brooks, Mike Gundy, Eddie Sutton, Desmond Mason. It's you and me.
Orange is putting your arm around the shoulder of the stranger next to you to sing the Alma Mater.
It's watching the most beautiful black horse race down the football field.
It's making the switch to saying "Power" istead of "Orange".
It's remembering Lewis Field, and admiring Boone Pickens Stadium.
Orange is a few years in the NIT, and finally making it back to the Dance.
It's beating the Number three team in the nation - on the road - on the same day OU lost to Texas.
It's being proud of your coach for standing up for his player- even when you the rest of the country frowned upon it.
Orange is being a Man, because your 40.
It's knowing that it's left hand up to make an "S".
Orange is when it's good for a cowboy first down and Ten.
Orange is Pistols Firing- Touchdown Oklahoma State.
Orange is being at the parking lot as soon as thye drop the chains, so the tailgating can start.
It's "O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A Oklahoma State" no matter where you are when the state song is played.
Orange is welcoming fans from other teams with a good-natured ribbing but always being good-natured in victory and in defeat.
Orange is being proud of our heritage but never rubbing it in.
Orange is a tragic night in Colorado and remembering those that were lost.
It's the big smile on your face when you walk past the orange fountain.
It's going back to the place you worked in college-and remembering it as the best job you ever had even though it paid the least.
Orange is never, ever forgetting the words to Friends in Low Places.
It's cheese fries (with bacon) and a Fowl Thang.
It's a cabinet full of Joe's cups.
It's knowing that you are different because your blood matches your orange t-shirt.
Orange is knowing that it's time to go home when you hear "New York, New York", "Closing Time", or "Shoulda Been a Cowboy".
Orange is the one you tried to let down easy. And the one you'll never forget.
Orange is wanting to get out of Stillwater for four years - and spending the rest of your life wanting to go back.
Orange is knowing deep down inside, that no matter what happens OU will always suck.
Proud and Immortal, Bright shines your name. Oklahoma State, We herald your fame. Ever you'll find us, Loyal and True. To our Alma Mater O-S-U!!!!!
GO POKES!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Homesick for Stillwater
For some unkown reason, I have recently become very homesick for Stillwater. Little things like hearing a story about college or people talking about college football or even a song on the radio makes me miss it even more. I have even reached the point of almost crying. I don't know what has caused this homesickness, but it needs to end soon.
I think that part of it is due to the fact that I am not ready to fully give up the idea that I have joined the real world and have to work 40 hours plus a week and have responsibilities and the likes. Another thing that makes me miss my college days is the fact that my close friends are now all over the place. While we are all within 5 or 6 hours of each other for the most part, we have to plan out when we are all getting together. I love having twitter and facebook and while I have an addiction problem to both, it is not helping the fact either. This week I have read numerous posts about all my little Zetas getting ready to go back to school for rush and getting to see each other agian. Oh what I would give to be in their place right now.
I know that at some point you have to grow up and move on from your college days and the best four years of your life, but it is harder than I would like for it to be. All I need is a weekend with everyone in the good old town of Stillwater, Oklahoma and I will feel better. Next weekend I have the chance to go and see the Zeta's for mock rush, and while I am dying to see everyone, not everyone will be there, thus it will be difficult to fully cure my homesickness, plus since it is during the weeks of rush, not everyone will be able to come out and the bars won't be the same. I know the old characters like Stripper Steve will be there but unless you are there after school starts it's not the same.
For all my little ones still in school, don't take anything for granted. Live in the moment and live up your years. Don't worry about every little thing about class and your studies, because when you look back at your college experience the things that are going to make you smile, laugh and even cry will be your friends and all the times you shared.
I think that part of it is due to the fact that I am not ready to fully give up the idea that I have joined the real world and have to work 40 hours plus a week and have responsibilities and the likes. Another thing that makes me miss my college days is the fact that my close friends are now all over the place. While we are all within 5 or 6 hours of each other for the most part, we have to plan out when we are all getting together. I love having twitter and facebook and while I have an addiction problem to both, it is not helping the fact either. This week I have read numerous posts about all my little Zetas getting ready to go back to school for rush and getting to see each other agian. Oh what I would give to be in their place right now.
I know that at some point you have to grow up and move on from your college days and the best four years of your life, but it is harder than I would like for it to be. All I need is a weekend with everyone in the good old town of Stillwater, Oklahoma and I will feel better. Next weekend I have the chance to go and see the Zeta's for mock rush, and while I am dying to see everyone, not everyone will be there, thus it will be difficult to fully cure my homesickness, plus since it is during the weeks of rush, not everyone will be able to come out and the bars won't be the same. I know the old characters like Stripper Steve will be there but unless you are there after school starts it's not the same.
For all my little ones still in school, don't take anything for granted. Live in the moment and live up your years. Don't worry about every little thing about class and your studies, because when you look back at your college experience the things that are going to make you smile, laugh and even cry will be your friends and all the times you shared.
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