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...