Friday, December 22, 2006

'Tis the bet on sports

The 06-07 College Football Bowl Contest, Pat vs. Emily part II has begun. If you refer back to a post I made last February, you will be reminded of last year's outcome. I did in fact lose the battle and had to make Pat dinner, cookies, and stay a night in his terribly dirty house filled with seven boys. Pat's bet is quite similar to last year's. If I lose, I have to cook him dinner again with dessert. The good news for me is that he no longer lives in a dirty house with seven dirty boys to bribe me with. Therefore the bet ends with dinner. With that in mind, the stakes aren't quite as high this year which is why I couldn't get away with the same bet I made last year. I was hoping to get one more shot at spending an evening with Pat scrapbooking and watching Sex and the City, but he refused to let me pick that option. He claims it's because it's not a fair bet since my stakes are so low and his would be so high. But if you want my honest opinion, he's scared. Last year going in to this battle, Pat had never bet sports with me and had no reason to fear me. He had no doubt in his mind that he was going to get a free meal out of it and that scrapbooking wouldn't even be an option. He was right. He beat me by a landslide. It was March Madness however, that really threw him for a loop. Not only did my bracket beat Pat's bracket last year, but my bracket beat everyone who submitted a bracket to the BGNews poll. Please don't mistake this for bragging. You and I both know me winning had absolutely nothing to do with skill or sports knowledge and everything to do with pure luck. My point is, it got Pat scared and with good reason. He now realizes that his well thought out decisions based on knowledge of the sport and awareness about each team can easily be beat by someone who knows nothing about the teams and just guesses. With Brigham Young's win (my pick) over Oregon (Pat's pick) last night, I think Pat has every reason to worry! Let the battle begin...

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

I'm Free At Last

Exuberant. That's the word of the day. It's the word that best describes the way I feel to be done with my first semester of grad school. According to my good friend, the Merriam-Webster dictionary, exuberant means: joyously unrestrained and enthusiastic. According to my other good friend, google images, exuberant is best illustrated by the image to your left. Grades were posted tonight at midnight, marking the official end of the semester. Technically I've been done for about a week now and I couldn't figure out why I still felt stressed, as if I wasn't done. After the grades were posted tonight, I instantly felt relief. It's almost like a rite of passage, viewing the grades online to mark the end of the semester. After my previous 4 years of remaining stressed until I see my grades in writing, I've become accustomed to this symbolic act. I'm proud to say that I earned straight A's this semester. That being said, I'm not quite sure how I did it. Words can't explain how happy I am to have the semester under my belt. I also can't put into words how much I don't want to go back! No, I'm being dramatic. I can handle it. Just like The Little Engine That Could, if I keep telling myself I can handle it, I will. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.

In the spirit of the holiday season, my next order of business is to complain about incompetent people. Call me the Grinch, call me what you will, but I have some serious issues with Capital One right now and all other big corporations who have thousands of customer service representatives and zero customer service. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's the year 2006. A time when we use this great new technology called computers. Why is it then, that for the past month every time I call, which is unfortunately about once a week, no one has any idea when I last called, why I called and who I spoke to? All I've been trying to do is get someone from Capital One to send me a credit card so that I can increase my debt and let them rob me with their overly priced interest charges. Is this too much to ask? Since I haven't yet received the card that I needed to buy Christmas gifts with, I'm now increasing my debt with Capital Rich. His interest charges are much more reasonable. I explained to the last person I spoke with from Capital One that they had lost my business and I would be closing my account. This lady was ironically the first person I've spoken to who spoke fluent English. This is not to say that I have a problem with international workers because I don't. I do however, believe the language barrier has been a huge part of the problem dealing with their customer service. All of my calls to Capital One took at least 3o minutes, most of them more. Imagine trying to give the email address: to someone who barely speaks English. I think I repeated the email address at least 50 times trying to use a word for each letter. E as in EXHAUSTED with this whole process, M as in MAD as hell, I as in INCOMPETENT get the idea. So next time you see a Capital One commercial asking "What's in your wallet?", remember why Capital One will NOT be in my wallet anymore. Their customer service sucks. Plain and simple. MERRY CHRISTMAS! :)

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Wayne's World...Party Time...Excellent!

First and foremost, Happy (belated) Halloween! Hope everyone had a good time dressing up, passing out candy, eating too much candy, ignoring the holiday completely or whatever it is that you do. As you can see, I dressed up. Wayne's World... Party Time... Excellent. It was a lot of fun partying Wayne's World style with Pat in Cleveland. Coming back to start another week of grad school however, not so fun. Part of me feels like I'm trying too hard to live the life that I used to have; working on school during the week and working on my social life on the weekends. I keep wondering how my fellow grad student friends are keeping up with all the work? The answer is that while I'm spending my weekends with my boyfriend, a lot of them are using their weekends to catch up on all the work they weren't able to finish during the week. Even though I know that I am not utilizing my time on the weekends as wisely as others, my relationship with Pat may be the only thing keeping me sane through this experience (along with my friends and family who also have provided me with a lot of support). The weekends give me something to be excited about and not spending the entire weekend doing school work gives me a fresh start to each week. It's very much a catch-22. I'm not willing to jeopardize my relationship for grad school. Perhaps this is the reason many grad school students aren't in relationships. There was a time when my biggest goal in life was to earn my PhD and become a professor. Don't get me wrong, this is still a big goal of mine but it's not the most important thing in my life. I have found someone that makes me very happy and that is more important to me than any career. If I graduated with my PhD but lost Pat in the meantime, I would not be happy. I realize that there is room to have both, but finding this balance is very difficult for me.

So what makes grad school so tough for me, you might be wondering. Some of you aren't wondering and frankly don't care why I hate grad school. That is your right and I am okay with. However, today I am talking to those who do care. For those of you who do not, please come back another time when we will be discussing a topic that appeals more to your interests. DISCLAIMER: You are about to enter into a deep dark place in which I will act as if my life is the worst in the world and will wallow in self pitty. Please be advised that you will be annoyed with me by the time you finish reading this blog if you are not already. There is no lifeguard on duty. Proceed with caution.

Why is it then that grad school seems to be sucking the life out of me? Let me try and explain. Let's use games as an analogy. We all like to play games, right? I feel like during my entire undergraduate career I was anticipating this game that I knew I wanted to play. For no rhyme or reason, we will call the game peanut. Although I knew peanut would be harder than any game I have played before, I figured I have been playing a very similar game for four years so I would be prepared for the challenge, right? Wrong. The goal of the game [peanut] is to stay ahead, just like the goal has been for the past four years. You have all summer long to anticipate the start of this game, but your anticipation isn't doing anything to prepare you. Finally, you are thrown into it blindfolded and expected to feel your way around. Before you know it, the first week has passed and you are already behind. From then on, no matter how hard you work you can never get ahead. The peanut is winning. Meanwhile, you are still blindfolded so you can't see if anyone else is struggling as much as you and therefore you feel like you are alone. Luckily, as the weeks go on the blindfolds come off. You now can see that others are struggling too. You are starting to realize what the game is all about, but still not quite sure how to catch up. The irony of this game is that at the start of each round [week], you can't wait for it to be over. However, you don't want the days to end because by the time the day is almost over you realize that you haven't completed half of the items on your "to do list" that has the entire week planned out. So while you're longing for the week to end, you're praying for the days to last forever. Makes no sense huh? Welcome to my life as a grad student. I want to go back to the days when life was simple and you didn't even have to know how to write your own name. If you spelled your name with a backwards E, it was okay. You didn't even have to know your name, you could just wear a "Hello My Name is" sticker and let other people worry about your name. If your hair looked like swamp thing (exhibit A to the left) it was okay. If you made ugly faces and awkward hand gestures while laughing (exhibit A again), not only was it okay, but some even considered it cute and put this picture of you in the yearbook (thanks mom).

Okay, okay... I know what you're thinking... woe is me, boo hoo, cry me a river, I've done it, I know people who have done it, you chose this life for yourself, etc. I agree with you and yes I would like some bread to go with my wine. :) Thanks for listening to me vent. I must get to bed, I have a long day of playing peanut tomorrow.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Grown-Up Survey

Meant to be completed by those ADULTS out of high school)

Tired of all of those surveys made up by high school kids?

'Have you ever kissed someone?'
'Missed someone?'
'Told someone you loved them?'
'Drank alcohol?'

Here are some questions for the people who are a little more mature (or at least have smile lines)... Okay, okay... OLD FOLKS like us......

1. What bill do you hate paying the most?
Credit Card and now for the first time in my life, car insurance and medical bills.

2. What's the best place to eat a romantic dinner?
Am I wrong or does anyone else think there's nothing really romantic about eating? You watch the other person get food in their teeth and worry about talking with your mouth full. I guess eating in Paris might be romantic.

3. Last time you puked from drinking?'s been a LONG time. I don't even remember.

4. When is the last time you got drunk and danced on a bar?
Our girls night last November (Mac West reunion). Danced on the bar at Junction with Lindsay and Beth.

5. Name of your first grade teacher?
Mrs. Miller

6. What do you really want to be doing right now?
Cuddling with my boyfriend or spending time with my family and/or animals.

7. What did you want to be when you were growing up?
Which day? Teacher, vet, actress, dancer, model.

8. How many colleges did you attend?
One so far

9. Why did you wear the shirt that you have on right now?
It's a t-shirt so it's comfortable. It's my Brathaus shirt!

10. GAS PRICES! First thought?
Getting better... but still too expensive

11. If you could move anywhere
I have no idea. Used to be New York or California. Now I'm not so sure.

12. First thought when the alarm went off this morning?
"Must... find.... snooze button"

13. Last thought before going to sleep last night?
"why did I stay up so late...AGAIN"

14. Favorite style of underwear?
Boy cut

15. Favorite style of underwear for the opposite/same sex?

16. What errand/chore do you despise?
Cleaning sinks/toilets, Ironing

17. If you didn't have to work, would you volunteer at an art gallery?
There are probably other organizations that could benefit more from volunteers... I don't know, homeless shelters?

18. Get up early or sleep in?
Do I even need to answer? SLEEP IN!

19. What is your favorite cartoon character
It used to be Wiley the Coyote. I even named my gerbil after him. But my gerbil died and now I realize that Wiley is pretty mean! Always trying to kill the roadrunner.

20. Favorite NON sexual thing to do at night with a girl/guy?
Cuddle or just actually have a good conversation.

21. A secret that you wouldn't mind everyone knowing?
I'm not perfect. Please don't tell anyone... I have a reputation.

22. How many joints pop when you get out of bed in the morning?
I usually promote the cracking, but my hips, neck, and back.

23. What is the biggest amount of $$ you have made from a yardsale?
I have no idea. Whatever my framed elvis poster was worth. Why did I sell that? :(

24. Your favorite lunch meat?

26. Beach or lake?
They both have their perks. Beach: usually warm and has waves. Lake: NO SALT WATER

27. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual that was invented by people who died at 20?
I'm not sure I understand the question, but I do think it has a whole new meaning now and we should respect that it means different things to different people. :)

28. Who do you stalk on MySpace
No one. Okay, I lied. Everyone.

29. Favorite guilty pleasure?

30. Favorite movie you wouldn't want anyone to find out about?
I own Bring it On and I still enjoy it.

31. What's your drink?
Green Tea!

32. Cowboys or Indians?
Absolutely no preference.

33. Cops or Robbers?
Cops although they can be bad sometimes too.

34. Do you cheer for the bad guy?
Not really the bad guy so much as the underdog.

35. What Hollywood star do you think resembles you best?
Grad school makes me feel more and more like Jessica Simpson.

36. If you had to pick one, which cast member of "Grey's Anatomy?"
George is so sweet. I love him.

37. What do you want when you are sick?
My mom. And there is absolutely no sarcasm in that statement.

38. Who from high school do you run into?
Anyone who goes to BG, that really narrows it down since they all seem to.

41. Which radio station is turned to in your car?
I usually listen to my iPod.

42. Norm or Cliff?
I don't know who they are, but I know a few Cliff's.

43. The Cosby Show or the Simpsons?
Cosby's for sure. Above all else, they were real.

44. Worst relationship mistake that you wish you could take back?
How much time do we have? All the mistakes got me here today, BUT I had a huge problem letting go.

45. Do you like the person who sits directly across from you at work?
The people who sit next to me in our long line of "desks" which are more like tables, yes I like them.

46. If you could get away with it, who would you kill?
I really don't think I could ever kill someone.

47. What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
I've spent way too long thinking about this question. I don't have a good answer but I must move on.

48. What famous person would you like to sleep in the same bed with?
Weird question. I don't like it.

49. Have you ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its intended purpose?
I've never used one at all

50. Last book you read for real?
I've been trying to read The Empty Room for quite some time now. Just never get finished. Now it's back to scholarly reading. :(

51. Do you have a teddy bear?
No. Don't you think I'm a little too old for that? ;)

52. Strangest place you have ever brushed your teeth?
In the shower?

53. Somewhere in California you've never been and would like to go to?
Anywhere but LA and San Francisco (those are the only 2 places I have been in CA)

54. Number of texts in a day?
Too many. Maybe 25?

55. At this point in your life would you rather start a new career?
Funny you should ask.... I'm starting to consider it. No, I'm kidding. Grad school and teaching are hard but it will work out in the end.

56. Do you go to church?
Not really

57. Pencil or pen?

58. bueller??? bueller??? bueller??
Yeah, Ferris Bueller, I get it.

59. How many jobs have you had?
Hmmm...Maybe 5?

60. What do you want to achieve in life?
Happiness. :)

Tuesday, September 26, 2006


If you look closely at my finger you can see his male genitalia. If you look even closer at my ring finger, you will see that I am either engaged or married as well. Wow. I have so much to tell you. Okay, okay, you caught me. That's not my finger and that's not my sister's uterus. The picture was stolen off the internet. But you get the idea. My sister is expecting a baby boy on January 27! The name is still in the works, but it's looking like it might be Cooper. And I'm going to leave the whole name topic at that. I know some of you might be expecting me to elaborate on the last name and how much I dislike it. But I'm not doing it. You can't make me. So the kid isn't going to have the greatest last name, who cares. I've taken some slack for the last name Steele and I'm sure this baby will take some slack for his last name as well. Okay, you twisted my arm. Let's discuss it. My friend Aubrey and I came up with an action-verb for the last name. (k[e^]g)er*ize\, 1. to bring into an intoxicated state as a result of drinking from a keg, 2. to attract strongly, as with a magnet, to drinking out of kegs. And there you have it. Cooper Kegerize. I'm not sure how I feel about the sound of the double consonants, but then I keep remembering, it's not my baby! And thank goodness for that! Don't get me wrong, I'm starting to get excited about being an aunt. BUT...dealing with all of this "baby stuff" continues to reinforce just how much I am not ready to have children. Whether or not I will ever be ready is an entirely different question. As one of my professors says, we can discuss that over a warm cup of coffee or a cold beer. (Insert line break, per Ben's request here)

Tonight Betsy and I went to Target to do her gift registry. I'm not a frequent flyer in the baby sections of stores, and tonight reiterated exactly why that is. When you're in baby sections of stores there are usually babies. And where there are babies there is usually crying and screaming. In my observations this evening however, it typically wasn't the baby crying and screaming. It was there older toddler sibling. Regardless of who is doing the crying and screaming, those noises are like fingernails on a chalkboard to Emily. There was one little girl in particular who left a lasting impression on me tonight in Target. Either she missed the whole lesson on "inside voice" or she only gets out of the house like once a year. She didn't know if she was happy or sad. One minute she's screaming out of excitement because she saw a toy and then the next minute she's throwing a fit because she wants popcorn. I said out loud to my sister something along the lines of they better keep that kid quiet (there might have been some profanity used but you get the idea). Unfortunately for me, the dad was right at the end of our aisle. Talk about awkward. At first I thought he didn't heard me. Then, after he walked by and gave me a very evil look for what seemed like forever, I realized he definitely had heard me. I admit my words were uncalled for. However, we heard that child wherever she went in the store. And even the "child loving" Betsy eventually sad that she was out of control and needed discipline. I know I need to learn to be more patient with children. And I would like to do that. But at this point in my life, all I think about when I'm around screaming children is, what have I done to deserve this punishment? I would also like to add that I loved children until I was a lifeguard at a city pool for 4 summers. It was that experience that changed my view of these small creatures. You might be starting to get concerned for the safety of my nephew, but I promise you that I will never take out my frustration on him. I will just hit my sister instead. :) I kid, I kid.

Must get some sleep now. Goodnight.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Rain Rain Go Away!

Not a big fan of Mondays and not a big fan of rainy days. Therefore today was just a blah kind of day. I spent 4 1/2 hours with Jerome again today. I keep telling Pat he has nothing to worry about but I think he's starting to get suspicious. My love affair with Jerome is neither here nor there however. Let's get down to business.
On today's agenda, an update on Mark. Last Wednesday, Mark had CT scans done on his abdomen, chest, and neck. They were supposed to get all of the results that same day but unfortunately that wasn't the case. What we DO know: his abdomen and chest scans were great! We had to wait all weekend long not knowing about the neck. And of course, the longer you have to wait the more scenarios you put into your head. "Maybe they're taking so long because there's something wrong." Today Mark finally got a call about his neck scan but he didn't get to speak to the doctor. He spoke to the physician's assistant who gave him some unclear and misleading information. We're still not sure about the neck results but what we've gotten out of it so far seems promising. Hopefully we'll know more about that soon. IF the scan of his neck comes back clear then it is my understanding that at this particular time Mark is cancer free! The problem with being cancer free though, (I know what you must be thinking... problem with being cancer free?!?!? How can that be? I'll explain) when you're cancer free insurance isn't as likely to pay for any "preventive treatment." Mark might be eligible for another clinical trial in which he might be able to prevent cancer from spreading to his brain again. However, if he has no measurable amount of cancer in his body, the treatment would be preventive and therefore might not be covered. You don't want to get me started on that whole subject. Yeah I know, insurance companies are running a money-making business so they have to worry about making money, yada yada yada. HOWEVER, to a certain extent they hold people's lives in their hands. They have the ability to make or break someone taking measures to prevent diseases and often they break these opportunities by not helping people pay for them. Opps... looks like I got myself started on the subject. My apologies. I'm done now (I feel much better too - thanks!). Back to the good news. I am so happy for the good results but I think this roller coaster ride is catching up with all of us. It's hard to believe how mentally draining it really is getting good news then bad news then good news then bad news and worst of all, just never knowing what to expect with each new test. It's so hard being away from home with this going on too. When I'm living with them, when they know something, I know something. When I'm living in BG I sit and wait for them to call and then usually grow impatient and then start calling them and bugging them until they know something. Don't get me wrong, this is not a pitty-party for me. I feel terrible for my mom and Mark. I can't imagine what a toll this has on them. Well, it's way past the time I had designated as my "bed time" for the night. What's new. I have a lot more to tell you though. Coming up next: Where will my life will be taking me next year, interested in the sex of my sister's baby? How would you like to see a picture of my new car? Interested in the new house my Dad and Jill built? Would you like to know the potential breed of dog I picked so when I actually have time for a pet 5 years down the road I will be prepared? All this and more, after these messages. :)

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Opps I Did It Again...

My sincere apologies, please take these flowers as a token of my regret. I have almost gone five months without an update. I just slapped myself on the wrist, twice. I could start making a list of excuses about how busy my summer was and how stressful grad school has been so far and maybe this would excuse my long absence. But instead I'll just admit that I completely forgot about my blog and my loyal readers. But fear not my friends. I'm back and ready for action.

So what would you like to hear about? "How school isn't like it 'used to be' when I was an undergrad?" Would you like to hear me reminisce about the days before grad school when I actually felt smart in class and even smarter when I left class. Or maybe you would like me to compare and contrast the reasons I used to get excited for the weekends and the reasons I get excited for the weekends now. Maybe you want to hear about my experiences of teaching my first college-level course. I could tell you all about our new apartment and the new problems that arise with it each and every day. We could talk about how much I miss my dog Jackson, and the rest of my animals and family members. Maybe you are looking for an update on Mark's health and his situation. You might enjoy hearing about the people in Bowling Green who hate me and who in turn I despise as well. Perhaps you want to hear about my views on road construction. I'm going to be an Aunt, maybe you're interested in hearing more about that. I could tell you about the fact that after four years of living in Bowling Green, I still manage to end up in Michigan when trying to go to the Toledo mall. It's your call. I can write about any and/or all of that. Leve me a comment and let me know what sounds good to you, and I will do my best to accommodate you. That's what I do. It's all about you, (enter name here).

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Signs of Stress...

With only 11 days until graduation, stress is probably to be expected. With a to-do list longer than there are days left, I can't help but start to worry about how the heck I'm going to get everything done. I didn't realize how stressed I actually was until I got back from the library last night and my roommate said to me, "Do you have two different sandals on?" I was thinking to myself, of course not. What am I some kind of idiot? Then I looked down and saw this...
Now let me clarify a few things. When I say "I went to the library," I don't mean I walked in, grabbed a few books, and walked out. I mean, I went to the library and stayed there for 3 hours. I should also add that I didn't go there and stay in one place for those 3 hours. I walked all around the entire library; saying hi to people I knew, went up to the 7th floor to get a pop, opened the pop and it sprayed all over me and started dripping [I think it may have dripped on my foot. Too bad that didn't prompt me to look down]. I'm sure the spraying pop drew attention to myself and my unmatching sandals. The last point I would like to make is that I was wearing capri pants. It's not like my sandals were somehow hidden by long pants, they were right out in the open. So to make an already long story a little longer, I plan on losing whatever sanity I have left (or ever had to begin with - which is questionable) over these next 11 days.
This is what I anticipate looking like at my graduation...It's going to be difficult getting my cap on, but hopefully I can work something out. Good luck to everyone else with all the end of the semester "crap." And to those of you already in the "real world," well, I don't envy you either! Well, I actually take that back. I have this friend who I used to work with in college. Pre-graduation he worked hard at balancing his time between AOL Instant Messenger, Facebook, and work. Post-graduation he works hard at balancing his time between AOL Instant Messenger, Facebook, and work. The only difference - his income has probably doubled. The "real world" isn't looking so bad after all. :) You know who you are! See you next time. Steele - OUT.

Friday, April 07, 2006

I Won!

Yes, that's right... I won the BG News NCAA March Madness Pool. What can I say? I know my sports!
Sports Briefing - Sports

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Update on Life...

Well I guess I should start off with a big apology for my leave of absence. As some people have brought to my attention [Benjamin], I have neglected my blog for over a month now. Although I am "bowing my head in shame," I'm also honored that people have noticed I have been slacking because that means that they have actually been reading my blog! Even those people who don't like to admit that they care about it [Benjamin]. Now then, moving on to our next order of business...
I have officially accepted the assistantship offer from BGSU's School of Communication Studies master's program. As some of you know, I also applied to BGSU's Counseling master's program. As of Monday I still hadn't heard back from the counseling program and the communication studies' program was eager to know whether or not I accepted their offer. I had to make a [quick] decision and I did. I confirmed that I did in fact accept the offer and now I just have to sign a contract and it's done. I'm happy with my decision and glad to finally know exactly what I'll be doing in the fall. Well, I still don't know exactly what I'll be doing in the fall because they haven't given me my assignment yet. But odds are I'll be teaching an IPC 102 course. Yes, you read that right... in the fall I will probably be teaching a college level course. I'll give you a second or two to let that sink in.
(This is me waiting...)
Maybe me teaching a college class doesn't even seem weird to you. But I think it is definitely going to be interesting teaching students who are so close to my age and who I can say with quite a bit of confidence will probably be taller than me and look older than me. If they're smarter than me, then we'll have a big problem. When asked about her thoughts and opinions of me being a TA for a course next year, Julie Difranco had this to say: "Emily Steele will walk into a room full of people expecting a mature adult. They have yet to find out that the person in front of them will be their TA for the next semester." Nicely put Julie. However, based on some grammatical errors, profanity that I had to edit out, and stuttering during your comment, I'm going to have to give you a C-. Better luck next time. [Wow, I might really like this whole teaching thing]. :P
Okay, enough about that. Now that I know for sure I will be here next year, I need to find some roommates... Done Let me introduce you to Erin Broestl(left) and Jen Krinov(right).
I don't even really know them. I met them outside the courthouse the other day. The only thing I know about them is they have both been convicted of theft. Oh well, the rent will be cheaper, right? I know what you're thinking, "what an idiot." Don't worry. I'm smarter than you think. I already bought a deadbolt lock for the door to my room. This brings us to our next order of business. Where are the criminals and I going live? First of all, let me just tell you that there are not very many places to live in this town if you have even an ounce of standards. And believe me, we weren't being picky. When the current tenants told us they have had "several problems with mice," or that we would be living in the basement of someone elses house, we still didn't take it off of our list of possibilities. Searching for a place to live was about as fun as drinking sour milk. However, we did finally find a place! They are the Hillsdale apartments off of Main St. on the opposite side of Kroger. They are 3 bedroom townhouses with a full basement, washer & dryer, and 2 bathrooms: spacious yet affordable (they are paying me to promote the apartment). So all is good in that department, except for the fact that the rental company is going to do a background check on all of us and Jen and Erin probably won't pass based on their criminal history. Therefore, I'm going to be looking for roommates so if anyone's interested... let me know. My stuff will probably fill up all 3 bedrooms and closets so the full basement is all yours! :p Well I realize this is much longer than any of you care to read. I haven't talked to you in over a month though and I have a lot to say! But, I won't punish you for my laziness. I will save the rest for another time. Peace be with you. (You're supposed to say "and also with you.")

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

You Probably Won't Believe This...

You will have to see it to believe it! It seems my luck might be turning around as far as betting on sports goes! If you would like a chance to get some of the millions of dollars I could win, you better leave me a comment and root for Florida! :)

P.S. If you're wondering what the heck I'm talking about, click on the link below.

BG News

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Need a Laugh?

I got an email with some pictures that I thought were pretty funny. I hope they make you laugh too! I apologize for any vulgar content.

Friday, February 17, 2006

"It's Not Whether You Win Or Lose..."

Okay, I lied. It's all about whether you win or lose, and I LOST my bet with Pat. The 05-06 College Football Bowl Contest, Pat vs. Emily, has ended (actually, it ended quite some time ago...). Fair and square and by a mile, I lost the bet. As one of my loyal fans, I mean readers, mentioned to me today, I forgot to do an update on who won the bet. I do whatever I can to keep my admirers, I mean readers, happy so here it is; I lost the bet. The stakes weren't as high for me as they were for Pat. I had to cook him a stir-fry dinner, my specialty thanks to my step-dad's help, and chocolate chip cookies. Eventually I will have to stay over at his house, but I haven't owned up to that part of the bargain yet...Don't remind him though because I think he forgot! I am somewhat bitter about losing. I feel as though my lack of sports knowledge was taken advantage of. It would be like me making a bet with Pat about which guy Carrie would end up with on the final episode of Sex and the City without letting him watch any of the show! BUT, I do accept full responsibility for agreeing to the bet, knowing the odds weren't in my favor. I'm also a little bit angry about the fact that, as the picture shows, Pat was quite arrogant about his win. But even that I was able to get over. The hardest part for me about losing this bet was accepting that I will probably never get to see Pat scrapbook or watch an episode of Sex and the City. I really had my hopes set on seeing that. For now, I am forced to swallow my pride, accept the loss, and move on with my life. No more bets for me for quite some time. That is... until March Madness! Let the games begin...

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

What the heck am I doing with my life?!?!

I feel as though I might be entering a mid-life crisis. Hopefully I live to be older than 44, therefore not making this a mid-life crisis but rather a beginning-life crisis...but you get the idea. In case you don't know this about me, I do not handle mysteries or surprises very well. I like to have things figured out and know exactly what my future holds for me - very unrealistic, I know this. I took a personality test which told me that I "prefer traditional and familiar experiences" and I am "a generally anxious person and tend to worry about things." Thank you, captain obvious.
As many of you may know, I was stressed for quite some time about getting my application in for grad school. I spent a long time working on the essay to make sure it was the best that it could be. It was a huge relief when I had my application turned in by the second week in January. All that could be done on my part, was done. The only thing left to do, was wait to hear back. Nothing too stressful about that, right? Well of course, that would be too easy for me. I needed to do something to make things more difficult on myself, so I did. I started questioning if communication studies was really the area I wanted to study in grad school. I started researching online about the different graduate programs out there. In the back of my mind, I've always wanted to learn more about death and dying, and the grieving process. I'm sure I don't have to explain why this is an area of interest to me. I thought it would be perfect if I could study the grieving process in grad school. Then I started coming across some programs for grief counseling. Counseling huh? Hmm... I started thinking about this. Yes, I want to be a grief counselor. I had made up my mind. Then I talked to me Dad. Having been a counselor for quite some time now, he informed me that there isn't really a market for grief counselors. Imagine that... people not wanting to talk about their experiences with death. I can't relate to that at all (insert sarcasm here). Anyway, my Dad explained to me that if counseling is something that I'm interested in, I would be better of getting a general counseling degree so that I would be well-rounded in the area and there wouldn't be much of a limit as so what I can do after I get my degree. The deadline for the grad applications to the counseling department isn't until March 1 so I still have time to get the stuff in, but I'm back to square one with the stress. I have to write a completely different essay answering completely different questions and also submit a video recording of myself answering some other questions. As I'm trying to prepare answers to these questions, I'm becoming even more confused. Would I even be a good counselor? It seems I have enough problems of my own, who am I to give advice to other people? I would really appreciate any comments/opinions you might have of why I should or shouldn't go into counseling. I'm going to submit my application either way, but I would still like to hear your thoughts and opinions on the matter. If I decide not to go to grad school either because I don't get accepted, don't get enough funding, can't afford it, or just decide it's not for me... I have no idea what I'm going to do. So as you can see, I've got a lot I need to figure out. I mean, it's just the rest of my life, no big deal right? :( Speaking of getting stuff figured out, this brings me to my next topic of business. Everyone around me is getting engaged! As I'm sitting here not knowing what I'm going to do with the rest of my life, it seems everyone around me has everything all figured out! Aren't things supposed to start making more sense the older you get, instead of everything becoming so much more confusing? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for those people who have their lives in order and know exactly where they're going and how they're going to get there. It's just that I'm insanely jealous and maybe a little bitter...

Monday, January 30, 2006

I love my dog Jackson!

Just in case you forgot... I have the best dog in the entire world! Well, he's actually quite bad sometimes, has no manners, doesn't listen to a word I say, and brings back dead animals every time he goes outside. That being said, I'm still obsessed with him.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Update on Mark!

Sorry there haven't been any updates in a while! I blame my mom! It's not like she has anything else to do besides write these updates (yeah right). Before I spoil the good news, I just want to personally thank all of you for all of your support. I can honestly say this battle has been one of the most difficult things I've ever been through. I don't know what I would have done without all of you and your continued support. One of the most difficult parts of this struggle was being away from home last March when I first found out and even this fall when I came back to school. When all I wanted to do was be home -and then when I was home and didn't want to be there either ha ha- each of you helped in some way to keep me going (and I know at times it wasn't pretty)! Anyway, I know that many people faced with these situations don't get to give updates like this with such great news and I don't take for granted how lucky my family is! Thanks again for everything! I couldn't have done it without you!

Here's what my mom wrote:

First of all, I would like to apologize for not keeping you all up to date. My excuses are that we were having too much fun on vacation, and when we got back, I was too behind at work! Mark is now classified as a "complete responder" to his long and arduous treatment over the last 8 months. That designation means that there is no evidence of metastatic disease in his body, and that if he has no recurrence in the next year, he will have an even better prognosis. Considering that only three patients out of 100 are total responders, Mark is in a pretty good place right now! The oncologist said that Mark would have probably only lived six months after his
diagnosis last March if he had not responded to the treatment. That six-month survival estimate was agreed upon by the entire "Tumor Board" at the James Hospital, so we cannot take lightly the fact that Mark would have passed away before Christmas without all the help from researchers, doctors and nurses at the James Cancer Center.



Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Meet the Parents.... Emily Style

There have been a few requests for a new blog to be written about my experience meeting Pat's parents. Although it was an experience I would like to forget, I've decided to rehash the night anyway in hopes that it might make at least one person laugh. So, if you are in fact that one person that this makes laugh (or you feel like lying and say that it made you laugh even if it really didn't) leave a comment and let me know.

It all started with me going to Strongsville on New Year's Eve to take the GRE for grad school. [Disclaimer: I do not wish this test on my worst enemy, well maybe someone I really hate like... anyway, you get the idea]. The test took me 3 1/2 hours and I was in a little room the size of a cubicle with about 5 other people taking tests too. The first five minutes went okay until I started hearing someone clearing the phlegm in their throat. If I could insert a sound here, I would. It was a sound you had to hear to completely understand. Instead, I'll insert a picture that describes the sound. Well, this noise continued to occur every 3 minutes or so for about half of the test. Finally, the woman who I was convinced was guilty of coughing up her lungs finished her test and left. Within seconds after the door closed behind her, I heard the noise again. Turns out it was the man sitting diagonal from me and he continued to make the noise for the rest of my test. Not only was I frustrated that I didn't know a single question on the exam, but this man's noises made me want to pull my hair out. Despite my distraction, I finally finished the test. 2 out of the 3 parts of the exam instantly gave me my scores after I finished. I received a 400 and a 590. Not too bad right? That's what I thought...until the man told me on my way out the door that each portion was out of 800. WOW... I felt like an idiot. Needless to say, when Pat picked me up I was in a terrible mood. Within 10 minutes I was at his house to meet his entire family for the first time. Not good timing. I realize I'm rambling and this is really long already, so I'm going to try and make the rest as simple as I can.

To make a long story short, Pat's Dad intimidated the crap out of me. I tried to talk "ref" talk since I knew he ref's basketball games just like my dad does. That didn't go over well as he told me how much easier it is to ref varsity games (what my dad does) than JV games (what he does). Okay... moving on. Next subject please. Then Pat and I played his parents in euchre. First I was partners with his mom. We lost. Then I was partners with Pat. We won. In my head, I was thinking, "Wow. That sucks, the only person who lost both games was Pat's mom." After it was too late, I realized I had said that out loud to his mom. She told me she didn't understand what I meant (giving me a chance to back out of the comment and make something up that I had said...but that would be too easy). Instead, I proceeded to explain further the fact that I had won the second game, not her and therefore she was the only person to lose both times. Nice Emily. Next subject... what Pat's parents had to be thinking..."So Emily, you're a communication major? We can tell. You seem to communicate so well..." Finally, later that night (approx. 3:30am) I was walking around Pat's house (a bit intoxicated... okay, a lot intoxicated) and instead of walking into the bathroom, I walked right into his parents bedroom, turned on the lights and kept walking in. Next thing I knew, his dad's head popped up and he said "Emily? Are you lost?" I was pretty drunk and I don't remember much. In fact, it felt like a dream. Well actually, more like a nightmare until the next morning when Pat confirmed that it had actually happened. His mom had already confronted him about it. She yelled at Pat and said "did you not show Emily where the bathroom was?" Pat could have then covered for me and said, well actually, no I didn't mom. Instead he said "yes mom. She knew where the bathroom was, she got ready for the night in the bathroom." Thanks Pat.