-So, today I was at Hancock Fabrics, and I looked up from whatever it was I was looking at and noticed a couple of people at the end of the aisle. Normally, I wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but what drew my attention was that two of them were wearing the Fourth Doctor scarves. (Two different versions.) They turned out to be pretty cool, and randomly meeting fellow Whovians totally made my day.
-I’ve yet to hear back from the job I interviewed with last week. They told me they’d let me know one way or another by the end of this week. I’m hoping that they simply forgot to figure in the fact that Christmas was this week, and I’ll hear something next week. I’ve been in full blown panic since last night. I know I shouldn’t worry, but being jobless is not something I handle brilliantly. Plus, I really want the job at the lab, and the longer I have to wait to find out if I got the job makes me more and more stressed.
-The flu has been bouncing around our home since Christmas Eve. It finally attacked me this afternoon. Hopefully it’s about run out of steam.
-I’m super excited about the S Loom I got for Christmas. I do loom knitting, and I’ve been drooling over the S Loom for a couple of years now. I’m really bad at stitching panels together to create a blanket, so the S Loom was really appealing to me because it allows me to make blankets without having to mess with the stitching of panels.
-So, I’m not sure if I stumbled across something really incredibly stupid, or the most brilliant money-making scheme ever. Yesterday, I was at the grocery store and one of the freezer endcaps had a deal featured that was if you bought 6 Lean Cuisines you got either a free pack of Skinny Cow ice cream treats or a free container of Edy’s ice cream. Now, I thought people at Lean Cuisine because of the weight brought on by eating things like Edy’s. However, if the person on the diet eats the Edy’s, they’ll gain weight and need more Lean Cuisine.
-Yesterday, I went to the Joslyn, and was once again confronted with the fact that while I really love art, I just don’t get modern art. There was a piece of paper that was painted with a rectangle of black and a rectangle of grey. Those were the only things on that piece of paper, and it was hung proudly on the wall. I’m confused. What about that makes it art? I grew up believing that art was something you put your heart and soul into. Maybe the artist is obsessed with rectangles. I can’t think of any other reason that makes it make sense.
-I was introduced to Spotify this week. It’s what I’ve always wanted Pandora to be. I like that if I’m in the mood to hear a specific song, Spotify will play said song, and not one that it judges to be similar. Although, I’m really hating that tonight Spotify is insisting on playing Trojan commercials every single time it goes to a commercial break.
-I can’t believe it’s almost 2013.
-Tonight I realized that the relationship of Sherlock and John on Sherlock is exactly like that of Sheldon and Leonard on Big Bang Theory. John is Sherlock’s filter. He’s the one who keeps Sherlock in check. This is pretty much what Leonard does for Sheldon.
-Speaking of Sherlock, !!!!!!!!HERE BE SPOILERS!!!!!!! I’m still trying to figure out how he survived suicide. Obviously, he did, but how. Mom’s theory is that there was a mask that he put over Moriarity’s face. Possible, but it’s still bothering me that we were shown someone alive standing on the edge of the roof moving around. I know that Molly had to have helped him cook up some solution, but I still can’t quite put my finger on what it is.
Be warned, this is a super long post…at least for me….
Well, Christmas is pretty much winding down. All in all, it was a good Christmas. I had a bit of a meltdown mid-day Christmas, and ended up sleeping it off most of the afternoon. I just suddenly really missed Grampa. This was the first Christmas without him. The whole day, while good, felt wibbly-wobbly. I know he’s in a better place, and much happier because he actually feels good now. I wouldn’t have wished continuing to be miserable on him. The thing is, our immediate family is so small, and Grampa being gone just makes us an even smaller group. It somehow emphasizes the fact that he’s gone. It’s hard wrapping my head around that fact sometimes.
A few weeks ago I ended up watching the show Hoardersand it really got me to thinking about all the stuff I’ve got. I’ve got a lot of stuff. Really, much more stuff than anyone needs, and it’s just stuff. Sure, I have a few things that are really important and meaningful to me, but overall, I’ve just got a lot of stuff. I think the time has come to get rid of a lot of my stuff. I’ll keep my books and movies, but there’s so much random crap that’s been living in boxes under my bed and I haven’t looked at it in over a year. Clearly, I do not need it to function as a human being.
The thing is, going in the ditch in South Dakota a few weeks ago started tweaking my perspective on life and such. I guess, I never really filled all of you in on what happened after I wrote my post about going in the ditch and then being rescued and spending the night in Brookings. What happened following my writing of my December 9th post was even more “exciting” than going in the ditch.
About an hour after I wrote the December 9th post, I went to bed, only to wake up about 3 hours later in a full blown panic attack. I’d had a nightmare and all I remembered when I woke up was that I was driving, and the van was going off the road and all I could see was blinding whiteness. My panic attack basically consisted of my realizing that not only could Katy and I have frozen to death, but the fact that neither the 9-1-1 dispatcher or sheriff’s dispatcher were willing to do anything (even offer a kind word) to ease our terror. Basically, I felt that they had left us to die. Trust me, that’s pretty much the worst, most scared I’ve ever felt for my life (and ironically, we were completely safe at the point this feeling kicked in). I ended up calling my mom in the middle of the night, completely hysterical, wailing that, “9-1-1 left us to die!” Once mom got me calmed down a little and we prayed, I ended up calling my “sister” and we talked some more and prayed, and I was finally able to get to the point of being able to go back and get some sleep.
Now, when we went in the ditch on 12/9 Katy’s mom had talked to a towing company in Brookings, and they had agreed to rescue my vehicle on Monday morning. So, when Katy & I got rescued, I called 9-1-1 back and told them not to worry about moving the car, we’d made arrangements to get it in the morning. The dispatcher told me that was fine and that she’d documented it. I also left a big sign under the windshield on the driver’s side with my name and phone number. Come Monday morning, Katy called the towing company, and they told us that there were about 6 cars they needed to get before getting to ours, but they’d give us a call when they needed the keys. About an hour later we got a call from the towing company telling us that not only was the van no longer in the ditch, but the state troopers had my van towed during the night. Katy’s phone connection was bad, so she only got that my car was somewhere in a nearby county. I began calling counties, and each person I talked to was completely rude and unhelpful. Finally, Katy called the towing company back and asked if they could give her more details about where my vehicle had been towed. They told her that the van had been towed by Tiny Town Towing in Tiny Town, SD. Immediately, I turned to Google maps because I had never heard of Tiny Town. Tiny Town happens to be 40 miles southwest of Brookings (Perfectly logical place to tow it, right? Since I crashed 10 miles south of Brookings…)
I called Tiny Town Towing, and proceeded to get told that not only was my vehicle there, but there would also be fees to get it back. I asked repeatedly for specifics on the fees, and was told that it was $100 for getting the van out of the ditch, $3.50 per loaded mile for taking the van to Chester and also for taking the van from Tiny Town to Brookings, on top of which, I was told there would be fees for diesel fuel, service, and labor. I could not get her to tell me what the last three fees would come out to. So, I told her I would have to call her back. I ended up calling home finally and telling mom and dad what was going on. Dad told me he would call Tiny Town. At that point I was an emotional wreck because I’d spent the better part of two hours talking to rude person after rude person. Not only was I not being my normal sweet self on the phone, I was being a stern, direct, no-nonsense “I want answers” person.
A few minutes later I ended up getting a call from Sheriff who was the county sheriff responsible for towing my vehicle. Our conversation went something like this:
S: May I speak with Milia?
Me: This is Malia.
S: Hi, Malia, this is Sheriff from …. County. How are you today?
Me: Hi, Sheriff, I’m pretty stressed.
S: Well, I just wanted to let you know your vehicle is at Tiny Town Towing.
Me: Yes, I know, I’ve been talking to them. I don’t understand why my vehicle was towed without anyone letting me know that was happening. Especially, since I had left my phone number and let 9-1-1 know we’d made arrangements to get the vehicle towed this morning.
S: Well, it’s protocol that we tow all the vehicles from the side of the road. If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t call anyone who’s vehicles we towed.
Me: That does not make me feel better! Did you even bother to look at my license plate? It says I’m from Nebraska. I don’t know where anything is up here, and now I find out that my car is in Tiny Town which is apparently 40 miles south of here. I went off the road 10 miles from Brookings. I do not understand why this happened especially when I made arrangements and no one bothered to contact me.
SW: Well, you can’t just have anyone with a pick-up and a towline come out and get your vehicle. It has to be an actual tow company.
Me: I made arrangements with an actual tow company here in Brookings!
SW: Oh. Well, I can talk to Tiny Town Towing and see if they can bring your vehicle up. I was there when they pulled out your van and saw where they parked it. Of course, there will be fees for all this.
Me: I have a grand total of $20, I have no idea how you expect me to pay for this.
Honestly, there wasn’t much after that, basically I told him that we were trying to figure things out. He pretty much ended up the conversation there. If Barney Fife and Boss Hogg had a love child, I’m pretty sure that child would be Sheriff W.
Anyway, by that point, I just collapsed and gave up. Fortunately, shortly after that I got a call from dad and he’d worked things out with Tiny Town Towing. Turned out they gave him a completely different quote. The van got dropped off about an hour later. My sign was still sitting where I left it, and the windshield had been cleared off, so it was apparent that the sign had been seen.
I guess mom and dad were on the phone back and forth with the South Dakota state patrol all Monday. Every time the state patrol called back they would change their story. They eventually tried to tell the parents that I was on the road illegally, because the interstate had closed at 1:07 p.m. and I was out on the road after that. We easily disproved that by the fact that we had text message and phone log proof that we had gone in the ditch at 12:56.
Anyway, long story short, avoid South Dakota in the winter.
Getting back to my original point, the whole realizing that we could have died or at least gotten hospitalization level hypothermia has really been working on my whole thought process. I’ve started thinking about what I really believe and also what I want out of life. Super heavy (apparently, something’s wrong with the earth’s gravitational pull in 2012). So, I’ve started making a list of what I want to accomplish in life before I’m 30 (which happens 11/24/2014 at 2:35 a.m.).
1. Actually finish writing my novel. I’ve got a good first draft, and have started on the second draft. It’s not a life changing novel, or anything, but at least it’s better than some pop tween fiction I’ve read.
2. Lose weight. Okay, this is an ongoing one, but I really want to be 100 lbs. lighter by the time I’m 30. Which is totally do-able.
3. Clean out useless crap from my room and/or life.
4. Go on a date. To this point I’ve been on one date in my entire life, and while it wasn’t a bad date I’d like to experience one where I don’t feel completely blindsided. (It’s an entertaining story, and the guy was a nice, decent, good guy, just not the guy for me). I would like to reach 30 having gone on more than one date. It’s not a big deal, but it’d be nice. Plus, I’ve got two really super cute date appropriate shirts now, so that should count for something.
On a different note, even though Christmas is over for the year, you should totally take 5 minutes of your life and watch the Penny & Teddy video I posted yesterday. I have to say that making these videos gave me a whole new level of appreciation for professional puppeteers. I thought doing the videos would be quick and easy, and I was shocked that in order to achieve 7 minutes of semi-okay footage we worked for about 5 hours and only stopped because the two diabetic performers (mom and I) hadn’t had lunch and we were both about ready to pass out. Here’s the video I posted yesterday (yes, I realize that I’m harping on this, but I’m actually pretty proud of myself for actually finishing a project for once in my life, and that said project turned out fairly decent).
Okay, well, I’m all pau for tonight.
P.S. There’s no Tiny Town, SD, I just changed the town name. Also, I was nice and didn’t share the sheriff’s name. I should also mention, that I’ve always had a lot of respect for the law, and those who do that work, and overall it really saddened me to run into this situation.
Merry Christmas! It’s about 4:30 in the morning here, so I’m not up to writing very much right now. However, I do want to share this video! If you’ve not watched yesterday’s video, go do that, and then come watch this one. If you enjoy, please go and click like & make sure to share with your friends!
It’s Christmas Eve, and I thought I’d put up the teaser for tomorrow’s big video. Today and tomorrow’s videos are what my parents and I spent hours and hours working on this past Saturday. Here, without further ado, is the debut of Teddy’s Tribbleations!
See you all tomorrow for “Penny & Teddy’s Christmas Special.” It’ll be the must-see video of Christmas!
It’s the Eve before the Eve before Christmas. There’s a mouthful. Not much to write, but I thought I’d share this video of our family singing the song Mary Did You Know at church this morning. The quality of the video is atrocious, but that’s mostly because I had no one to run the camera, and I left it sitting on a chair pointed in the right direction hoping it would catch something. I hope you enjoy our singing as much as we enjoyed singing!
-So, I spent the better part of today with my parents making the videos for both Monday & Tuesday’s blog entries. I’m super excited for all of you to see them, and hope that you all have as much fun watching them as we had making them.
-How about more snow pictures? I took a bunch of photos on Thursday after Draco had finally finished it’s work here. So, here’s what I took:
-I’m back doing job interviews. I’d forgotten how much I truly hate job hunting. It’s so incredibly stressful, and I have a terrible time judging whether an interview has gone well or not. I went to an interview on Wednesday, and got a call on Thursday asking me to come in for a second interview on Friday morning. At the end of the second interview, I was asked to sign the paperwork to have a background check done, and to also do a drug test. The background check was no biggie, but not unlike others in this world, the whole peeing in a cup thing is just not the easiest thing in the world for me to accomplish. The task proved impossible yesterday, so I found myself back trying again this morning (the place I’m doing this for is a lab, so the testing is done on-site). My mom, knowing that I have always struggled with the whole bladder not cooperating thing decided to encourage me by quoting Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory episode about the ring from Lord of the Rings. Basically, Sheldon does this whole bit about “Waterfalls…Leaky Faucets…Peeing!” in an effort to make the other guys have to pee. Normally, this sort of thing doesn’t work on me, but when my mom was yelling it at me as I was getting out of the car it certainly seemed to help. So, I guess I can say that Big Bang Theory helped me pee in a cup. Now, I’m just hoping to hear from the job that they want to hire me. The gal who gave me my second interview told me that the background check and drug test weren’t a job offer, but I know how both things are expensive, so I’m thinking that they’re at least seriously considering hiring me since they’re going ahead with the checks.
-I think I’m coming down with a cold. Not my idea of a fun way to head into Christmas.
-Saw The Hobbit in the IMAX 3D yesterday. It was so stunning! Plus, I found that the second viewing was even better than the first. I still hated to see it end. It’s going to be a long year waiting for The Desolation of Smaug.
-Am I the only one who cried when “The Hobbit” started and we all got to return to Middle Earth?
-Why do dragons automatically make a story better?
-Why is peeing in a cup so difficult? Follow up, is this TMI?
-So, are they going to “kill” Spock off in the new Star Trek film, just like they did in Wrath of Khan? Follow up, if that happens who is Spock going to implant his’ katra in? If he doesn’t leave it with Bones, maybe Uhura? Does that qualify as Spock throwing his katra around?
-Who else is ready for winter to be over?
-Why do people drive so badly when the roads aren’t clean?
-Why do chocolate and coconut go together so well?
-Any plans, now that the world hasn’t ended?
-A prospective job wanting to do a background check and drug test on you is a positive thing, right?
So, I got the joy of experiencing Winter Storm Caesar recently. That was when I went in a ditch in South Dakota. Today, I’ve been getting to experience the joy of Winter Storm Draco. I really am not feel very much a fan of the snow. However, the snow is pretty and makes for pretty photos.
About an hour after I took these photos I decided to try to get more photos. I found that my camera had a “snow” photo mode, so I decided to try it. Here’s the best of what I got:
Yeah, “snow” mode means I’m going to pick up the image of every flake in the air. Not quite what I was aiming for. I hope to get some decent photos when the snow stops and it’s calm. For now, though, I’m bundled up, and hanging out inside.
So, it’s a week until Christmas. Yay! I’m actually enjoying the Christmas spirit this year. I’m just so thankful to be with my family, it’s going to be a fantastic holiday.
Last Friday night I drove home from Grand Forks, and arrived in Omaha around midnight. The next morning I got up way earlier than I wanted so that I could rehearse music with my parents. We were doing the music at our church’s over-40’s Christmas party. Now, many years ago, my parents and I performed our take on gospel music quite regularly. However, it’s been about 7 years since the last time we performed anything for anyone. I had a grand total of one rehearsal with my parents going into the music presentation on Saturday night, and it didn’t go too badly. I managed to get video of the performance, and I thought I’d share part of it tonight. (Hopefully, I’ll be able to share the gospel music part in a few days.) Here’s the video of my family covering the Christmas “classic” Leroy the Redneck Reindeer:
My mama is playing the autoharp and dad is playing the banjo. I’m not playing an instrument (although, I’m about to get serious about learning mandolin), but I am singing with the group. It was a lot of fun.
This song has been a bit special to our family, because my Grampa’s (the one who passed this summer) first name was Leroy. The first time we performed this song was for him at family Christmas many years ago.
That wasn’t the only reminder of Grampa Saturday night. Every year for Christmas we’d give Grampa a can or box of ribbon candy. As long as I can remember he always got ribbon candy. Well, at the party on Saturday night, there was a white elephant give-away. My dad picked a package, and when opened found it was a box of ribbon candy. The exact kind of ribbon candy that we got for Grampa. It was a bittersweet moment. Kind of seemed like Grampa was looking down on us, letting us know he’s thinking about us.
I’ve been putting my thoughts together about going into the ditch in SD. There’s actually quite a bit more that happened after I wrote my last post, but I’ve had so much going on I haven’t gotten it put up on here yet. However, in the midst of all my drama, there was this whole nightmare that took place in Connecticut.
This is definitely one of those times that I’m glad I don’t have kids. I can’t imagine what the parents who’ve lost their babies are going through, and I can’t imagine what it must be like to have a child and try to decide how to attempt to keep your child safe. I’m not sure if the world has just been progressively getting more scary, or if it was always so scary and it’s just getting harder to hide how scary it is. If there’s one thing I learned from Finding Nemo, it’s that you can’t protect your kids from everything, and to promise them that you will is just lying to them. However, I don’t blame parents for wanting to protect their kids. There’s something wrong with someone if they don’t want to protect their kids.
Anyway, I’m still grouping my thoughts, but for now my prayers are with all the families who lost their children, all the families who are directly involved in that nightmare, all those who lost friends, and all those kids who had part of their innocence so senselessly ripped away.