If you haven't checked out MyPartyShirt.com, you should. Especially if you are a 90s baby. They have shirts and accessories for all my favorite shows. Everything from TMNT to Legends of the Hidden Temple--Go Team Green Monkeys!--There's always shirts, props, costumes and more. If money wasn't an issue, my whole closet would probably be stocked with their stuff.
Since most of the products are modeled by older, less childish models, I don't feel so bad wanting to purchase anything. It's a great site to be able to enliven your inner child and relive the glory days when TV shows were awesome.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Writing is a puzzle
I’ve been reading all types of writing lately, and it made me think of all the ways that someone can develop a story. There are so many different approaches. Some authors give little hints to the main concepts of the story but until all the hints are in place, they aren’t connected and filled in. It’s like making the border of the puzzle before doing the middle; outliners. Others give more detail to the concepts but do not connect the concepts together until all the pieces are used; broken sections of the puzzle put together, but not whole. Lastly, there are the authors that go with the flow of the story. There is no strategy or plan, they simply go where the story takes them; they take a puzzle piece out of the box and tries to find where it fits, all individually and more painstakingly. But in the end, they all create a picture, the story. Crafted differently but produced the same result, a detailed visual of what they were picturing when the process started.
It really is amazing how someone can create an intricate web of characters, plots and dialogue that mold seamlessly and paint a portrait of the inner workings of their mind. It’s a picture with words, which sometimes can give a greater visual than that of an actual painting.
I applaud anyone that is able to create such a work of art. Although I envy their ability, I do love to take advantage of their skills and read whatever I can. I may not be able to come up with the words, but I use them and allow them to take me to where ever I imagine.
It really is amazing how someone can create an intricate web of characters, plots and dialogue that mold seamlessly and paint a portrait of the inner workings of their mind. It’s a picture with words, which sometimes can give a greater visual than that of an actual painting.
I applaud anyone that is able to create such a work of art. Although I envy their ability, I do love to take advantage of their skills and read whatever I can. I may not be able to come up with the words, but I use them and allow them to take me to where ever I imagine.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Lemons...and not the dirty kind.
So much has happened over the last couple months that I felt the need to just get it out....
As much as I feel at times that life is shitting on me, I can't help but look around at my family and realize that although I might be having a rough patch, things could be worse. It's not as if I'm all alone or unable to do anything. I'm always awed by what my family goes through and yet still keeps trugging along.
In the past months, in perfect time for the holidays, my mom had a bout with diverticulitis and was bed ridden and uncomfortable for weeks. I was still doing my student teaching so I couldn't be home with her to help her out, which was more upsetting than it should have been, but I am used to being the one to take of her in those times. Needless to say, it was a struggle but has gotten better now.
Come Xmas eve, I was at my Gma's house helping prepare for dinner, when another mishap happened. In short, I accidentally cut my mom's hand and wound up having a fainting-spastic episode....cue first ambulance ride. Woohoo...not. Spending a couple hours in the ER on Xmas eve wasn't too bad but I wouldn't want to do it again.
Now to the current events, my sister was in the hospital for over a week. She came in with pain in her lower right side. Thinking it was appendicitis, she was admitted and they ran tests, only to find out that it wasn't her appendix. After several tests, hours upon days of theories and more doctors than I can count, it's been decided that her RSD is taking over. I can't help but worry about her. She goes through so much and seeing her in the hospital this time, in the pain she was in and all the problems that seem to keep building up for her, she just seems to never catch a break. She really looked sick this time. Not that she hasn't before when she's been in the hospital, just this time it really showed.
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With everything that's happened, we came home and the house started to fall apart. Now I've lived in the same house my whole life, 23 years, so it's not like it hasn't happened before where something broke, but when I saw the house was falling apart, I mean it in the most serious terms. The electricity in the upstairs went out, the garage door broke, there was a leak coming for the wall in the garage, which turned out to be a crack in a pipe....and while these individually might not have been too bad, it all happening at once was really a punch in the gut. It's not like they were easy fixes either. The electricity was bad wiring that couldn't be fixed by resetting the breaker--no, it took a complete rewiring of the entire floor for it to work. Then the garage door springs busted, so we had to wait for new ones to be delivered; and the first attempt at putting it all back together, the springs gave out.....I know right? At first we thought the leak in the garage was coming from the washing machine, because it was right behind it, but it turned out that it was in the wall. After cutting out a four foot plank from the wall, it was finally determined that it was the pipe. The wonders of the internet helped show a quick fix for now, so it's not leaking but not completely fixed. I said it was the houses way of saying "get out", and you don't have to tell me twice.
Okay maybe you do, cause I ain't moving as of now. Moving requires money, which I don't have any, so that covers that easily. Student teaching kind of sucks you dry, since you're not able to have a job on top of your fake job; all the work with none of the pay.
Ugh, well now I feel a little bit better getting out my rambling rant on the world.
As much as I feel at times that life is shitting on me, I can't help but look around at my family and realize that although I might be having a rough patch, things could be worse. It's not as if I'm all alone or unable to do anything. I'm always awed by what my family goes through and yet still keeps trugging along.
In the past months, in perfect time for the holidays, my mom had a bout with diverticulitis and was bed ridden and uncomfortable for weeks. I was still doing my student teaching so I couldn't be home with her to help her out, which was more upsetting than it should have been, but I am used to being the one to take of her in those times. Needless to say, it was a struggle but has gotten better now.
Come Xmas eve, I was at my Gma's house helping prepare for dinner, when another mishap happened. In short, I accidentally cut my mom's hand and wound up having a fainting-spastic episode....cue first ambulance ride. Woohoo...not. Spending a couple hours in the ER on Xmas eve wasn't too bad but I wouldn't want to do it again.
Now to the current events, my sister was in the hospital for over a week. She came in with pain in her lower right side. Thinking it was appendicitis, she was admitted and they ran tests, only to find out that it wasn't her appendix. After several tests, hours upon days of theories and more doctors than I can count, it's been decided that her RSD is taking over. I can't help but worry about her. She goes through so much and seeing her in the hospital this time, in the pain she was in and all the problems that seem to keep building up for her, she just seems to never catch a break. She really looked sick this time. Not that she hasn't before when she's been in the hospital, just this time it really showed.
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.
.
.
.
.
With everything that's happened, we came home and the house started to fall apart. Now I've lived in the same house my whole life, 23 years, so it's not like it hasn't happened before where something broke, but when I saw the house was falling apart, I mean it in the most serious terms. The electricity in the upstairs went out, the garage door broke, there was a leak coming for the wall in the garage, which turned out to be a crack in a pipe....and while these individually might not have been too bad, it all happening at once was really a punch in the gut. It's not like they were easy fixes either. The electricity was bad wiring that couldn't be fixed by resetting the breaker--no, it took a complete rewiring of the entire floor for it to work. Then the garage door springs busted, so we had to wait for new ones to be delivered; and the first attempt at putting it all back together, the springs gave out.....I know right? At first we thought the leak in the garage was coming from the washing machine, because it was right behind it, but it turned out that it was in the wall. After cutting out a four foot plank from the wall, it was finally determined that it was the pipe. The wonders of the internet helped show a quick fix for now, so it's not leaking but not completely fixed. I said it was the houses way of saying "get out", and you don't have to tell me twice.
Okay maybe you do, cause I ain't moving as of now. Moving requires money, which I don't have any, so that covers that easily. Student teaching kind of sucks you dry, since you're not able to have a job on top of your fake job; all the work with none of the pay.
Ugh, well now I feel a little bit better getting out my rambling rant on the world.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Not everything can be solved with "42"
Have you ever just wished someone would give you all the answers? I don't mean like "the answer to life is 42", but more as if there was never a problem you couldn't figure out. You always just knew what to do and how to do it. I suppose that could make life extremely boring, since you would never have to learn anything or be challenged. It would all just come easy. Where's the adventure in that?
It is a nice thought though....to not worry because you always know the answer or the solution, but it also has the potential to be a curse too. Knowing exactly how to solve a problem without having the tools to do so could drive you insane; especially if it was a dire situation.
Gives you something to think about, doesn't it? It's like if you were offered one wish, anything in the world and you wished you had all the answers. Then after walking around thinking you were the best thing since sliced bread, you come across a problem that you know how to solve but can't....physically can't. That could cause some serious mental instability. Definitely if it were a life or death situation that resulted in death, because there was nothing you could do. The guilt would overtake you. I guess that's why no one knows all the answers. It's too much responsibility. Not to mention, the lack of surprise and adventure.
Looking at it, I can picture the story that could ensue from it. Gives a good moral too: being happy with who you are and embracing the unknown, because it makes life interesting. It's a perspective that could use revisiting every once and a while to help keep you in check and open; open to possibilities and combating negativity. It's like a little epiphany that sets you straight again, when your in danger of falling.
I doubt they have a bumper sticker like this though. It would be very hard to read with how little the letters would be to fit it all. You could just put a label to it, that would remind you of the point, purpose of the story. A phrase or word to sum it all up or define what's being remembered. Something like "Carpe Diem" or just "42".
I think everyone should have something like that....a cue or expression that tells them to relax and take a deep breath because everything will be okay. It's "hakuna matata" with a little more meaning behind it.
-(I've definitely started to ramble. I did not see this turning into some philosophical word vomit, but I suppose that's what to call it.)
If you're reading this, then I challenge you to create your own reminder that will help you when you need it most. Something that has meaning to only you, but will give you perspective and keep you positive. I have mine. What's yours?
It is a nice thought though....to not worry because you always know the answer or the solution, but it also has the potential to be a curse too. Knowing exactly how to solve a problem without having the tools to do so could drive you insane; especially if it was a dire situation.
Gives you something to think about, doesn't it? It's like if you were offered one wish, anything in the world and you wished you had all the answers. Then after walking around thinking you were the best thing since sliced bread, you come across a problem that you know how to solve but can't....physically can't. That could cause some serious mental instability. Definitely if it were a life or death situation that resulted in death, because there was nothing you could do. The guilt would overtake you. I guess that's why no one knows all the answers. It's too much responsibility. Not to mention, the lack of surprise and adventure.
Looking at it, I can picture the story that could ensue from it. Gives a good moral too: being happy with who you are and embracing the unknown, because it makes life interesting. It's a perspective that could use revisiting every once and a while to help keep you in check and open; open to possibilities and combating negativity. It's like a little epiphany that sets you straight again, when your in danger of falling.
I doubt they have a bumper sticker like this though. It would be very hard to read with how little the letters would be to fit it all. You could just put a label to it, that would remind you of the point, purpose of the story. A phrase or word to sum it all up or define what's being remembered. Something like "Carpe Diem" or just "42".
I think everyone should have something like that....a cue or expression that tells them to relax and take a deep breath because everything will be okay. It's "hakuna matata" with a little more meaning behind it.
-(I've definitely started to ramble. I did not see this turning into some philosophical word vomit, but I suppose that's what to call it.)
If you're reading this, then I challenge you to create your own reminder that will help you when you need it most. Something that has meaning to only you, but will give you perspective and keep you positive. I have mine. What's yours?
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
New Job
I've started a new job with the Inland Empire 66ers minor league baseball team. I wasn't sure what I would be getting myself into at first but I've been working here for a few weeks and I absolutely love it. The work is a little monotonous at times but the staff is amazing. I work in the box office and help sell tickets. I've been getting extra hours by coming in earlier in the day and helping out around the office. The staff is so much fun to be around and we just get along well. It was like we all clicked right away.
There are some perks to working with a minor league baseball team. I get some free tickets and meet some really interesting people. Although I will be working through the entire summer I know I am going to have fun. This seems like a job that I can come back to every summer for as long as I want to do it.
It just goes to show that when one door closes another opens. I wouldn't have been able to find this job if I was student teaching and I'm not student teaching because I couldn't pass my CSET. At first I was really upset that I was having to push my student teaching back to September but now everything is looking up.
Of all the sayings I have to say I like: "When life gives you lemons, grab some salt and tequila and have a party!"
There are some perks to working with a minor league baseball team. I get some free tickets and meet some really interesting people. Although I will be working through the entire summer I know I am going to have fun. This seems like a job that I can come back to every summer for as long as I want to do it.
It just goes to show that when one door closes another opens. I wouldn't have been able to find this job if I was student teaching and I'm not student teaching because I couldn't pass my CSET. At first I was really upset that I was having to push my student teaching back to September but now everything is looking up.
Of all the sayings I have to say I like: "When life gives you lemons, grab some salt and tequila and have a party!"
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Long time
Wow I can't believe how long its been since I've even been onto Blogger. Between teaching classes, coaching and then feeding my FanFiction addiction I haven't even thought about coming on here.
My teaching classes are finally over...for now. I'm officially ready to get to student teach but now I'm stuck in the limbo that is the CSET black hole. That damn test is going to be a thorn in my side. I have to pass my last section of the test before I can student teach and have until September to get that done. Along with that headache is the task of making sure all the other requirements are fulfilled before I can actual receive my credential, this includes taking a class on US history. I thought I was done with all that in High School. Social Studies has never been close to a fun subject for me, hence why I took it in summer school to get it out of the way. The classes themselves for the program were not difficult in the least. I actually had a lot of fun with my cohort. I'm going to miss them and hope that we will able to at least keep in some kind of touch to know how they are doing.
Coaching has been an exciting adventure. This year I got to coach the Freshmen Girls Basketball team all by myself. It was frustrating and exhilarating all at the same time. It was fun to watch the girls learn the game and get better each day. The excitement on their faces when they first scored a basket or their first win, is why I love coaching. I was actually able to coach them to a winning season. It was the only one in the three levels of the program to have a winning record, so that certainly helped my confidence. I also kept up with being an assistant to the varsity team. They on the other hand did not have such a great season. They had one of the worst records since the school was opened, but I have to give it to the girls...they never quit. They even made it into the playoffs, although it only lasted a game. I'm a bit torn when it comes to coaching. I love it above everything else that I do but I'm not sure if I'm ready to take on a whole program and head coaching job. I still have a lot to learn and what the job entails. I just hope that I can learn it soon and fast. The opportunity to take over may come sooner than later.
Lastly, FanFiction's pull on me seems to be never ending. I can't help but always go on their at least once a day. I know my family thinks I'm ridiculous but I've always loved to read and the variety that is on FF is so enticing. I can't even keep count of how many stories I've read, let alone how many I'm in the middle of reading because they haven't been finished yet. I love to be able to see all the different variations people create just by going off of a series of books. (If you haven't already figured it out from my previous posts, I'm talking about Twilight) There has to be millions of stories and none of them are the same. Even those that have the same idea, the authors seem to view events and personalities different. It's not only an addiction to Twilight but also an addiction to imagination and creativity. I find myself in awe of some of the authors. Their writing styles and ability to create such vivid alternate worlds leave me completely fascinated. I don't know if I'll ever get tired of reading it.
Well I should probably get out of bed and dressed for the day. Hopefully I will be on here a little more often and have more to write about when I start my new job for the summer.
My teaching classes are finally over...for now. I'm officially ready to get to student teach but now I'm stuck in the limbo that is the CSET black hole. That damn test is going to be a thorn in my side. I have to pass my last section of the test before I can student teach and have until September to get that done. Along with that headache is the task of making sure all the other requirements are fulfilled before I can actual receive my credential, this includes taking a class on US history. I thought I was done with all that in High School. Social Studies has never been close to a fun subject for me, hence why I took it in summer school to get it out of the way. The classes themselves for the program were not difficult in the least. I actually had a lot of fun with my cohort. I'm going to miss them and hope that we will able to at least keep in some kind of touch to know how they are doing.
Coaching has been an exciting adventure. This year I got to coach the Freshmen Girls Basketball team all by myself. It was frustrating and exhilarating all at the same time. It was fun to watch the girls learn the game and get better each day. The excitement on their faces when they first scored a basket or their first win, is why I love coaching. I was actually able to coach them to a winning season. It was the only one in the three levels of the program to have a winning record, so that certainly helped my confidence. I also kept up with being an assistant to the varsity team. They on the other hand did not have such a great season. They had one of the worst records since the school was opened, but I have to give it to the girls...they never quit. They even made it into the playoffs, although it only lasted a game. I'm a bit torn when it comes to coaching. I love it above everything else that I do but I'm not sure if I'm ready to take on a whole program and head coaching job. I still have a lot to learn and what the job entails. I just hope that I can learn it soon and fast. The opportunity to take over may come sooner than later.
Lastly, FanFiction's pull on me seems to be never ending. I can't help but always go on their at least once a day. I know my family thinks I'm ridiculous but I've always loved to read and the variety that is on FF is so enticing. I can't even keep count of how many stories I've read, let alone how many I'm in the middle of reading because they haven't been finished yet. I love to be able to see all the different variations people create just by going off of a series of books. (If you haven't already figured it out from my previous posts, I'm talking about Twilight) There has to be millions of stories and none of them are the same. Even those that have the same idea, the authors seem to view events and personalities different. It's not only an addiction to Twilight but also an addiction to imagination and creativity. I find myself in awe of some of the authors. Their writing styles and ability to create such vivid alternate worlds leave me completely fascinated. I don't know if I'll ever get tired of reading it.
Well I should probably get out of bed and dressed for the day. Hopefully I will be on here a little more often and have more to write about when I start my new job for the summer.
Movie night
Going out with the family for a movie night. I love when we get to go out and just be a family. With the $2 theater so close it gets to happen a lot more often than it used to.
I found out that there is 2 drive-in theaters nearby and some really good movies coming soon to them. For $7 you get to see 2 movies. I can't wait to go!! I've always wanted to go to a drive-in theater and soon I'm going to.
It's nice to be able to go out on a whim and just hang out. I haven't done it in so long, because everyone has been so busy, including myself. I feel like my mind has just been working overtime and was getting burned out. Now I get some extremely needed chillaxin' time.
I must have forgotten to post this when I wrote it months ago. So here it is. It's short, just a little blurb I felt like letting loose.
I found out that there is 2 drive-in theaters nearby and some really good movies coming soon to them. For $7 you get to see 2 movies. I can't wait to go!! I've always wanted to go to a drive-in theater and soon I'm going to.
It's nice to be able to go out on a whim and just hang out. I haven't done it in so long, because everyone has been so busy, including myself. I feel like my mind has just been working overtime and was getting burned out. Now I get some extremely needed chillaxin' time.
I must have forgotten to post this when I wrote it months ago. So here it is. It's short, just a little blurb I felt like letting loose.
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