I did this when Uncle Bill died, so now I'm going to do it again.
Lorraine Marie O'Donnell
O'DONNELL Lorraine Marie O'Donnell, age 84, of Grove City, passed away Friday, July 17, 2009 at Riverside Methodist Hospital. Lorraine was a member of Bethel Lutheran Church, and was a well known piano teacher in Grove City. She worked in Washington D.C. for the Navy Dept. during WW II. She cherished her role as a loving wife, mother and grandmother. Preceded in death by her daughter Bridget A. O'Donnell. Lorraine was survived by her husband of 52 years, Neil O'Donnell; son, Tim (Sue) O'Donnell; daughters, Erin (Dan) Stout and Amy Brotherton; brother, John Nigon; and her grandchildren, Amanda and Danny Stout, Megan, Emily and Katie Brotherton, Christine, Mike and Katie O'Donnell; nieces, nephews and dear friends. Friends may visit on Sunday from 2-5 p.m. at THE SPENCE-MILLER FUNERAL HOME, 2697 Columbus St., Grove City. Funeral service will be held 11 a.m. Monday at Bethel Lutheran Church, 4501 Hoover Rd., Grove City. Pastor Peter Ray officiating. Interment Concord Cemetery. Memorial contributions may be made to Bethel Lutheran Church in Lorraine's memory. Online guestbook at http://www.spencemillerfuneralhome.com/
Okay, now that that's over with... just when you think things couldn't get any worse, they probably will. Remember that.
Monday evening after we came home from Nana's funeral, we got a call from my Grandma saying that my Grandpa had fallen down the basement stairs and was unconscious. Presently, he's in the ICU with a broken neck. The good news is that he didn't have a stroke like the originally suspected. The bad news is that he broke the top two vertebrae in his neck, and things aren't looking good for him to be mobile again. It's not impossible, but at his age, it's unlikely. He's got a huge gash in his head, and he's on a ventilator. Needless to say, things are pretty tense in my family right now. So again, if you're a praying person, please pray for us. And if you're not... think good thoughts.
Throughout all of this, I almost forgot the REALLY good news! Bill got the job in Dayton! Yaaay! I really am happy for him, but I'm not doing well with feelings right now, and if I wasn't so upset about everything else, I'm sure I'd be much happier. There are only so many feelings a girl can handle at once.
Did you know that you can hurt your eyes from crying too much? I've experienced it firsthand. Thankfully, I haven't cried yet today, but I said that yesterday and then I came home from visting Grandpa in the hospital and I sobbed for a good ten minutes. I'm tired all the time. Not even kidding, all I've done since 12:15 today is watch NCIS. Thanks to Katie, it's my new obsession. It's actually a pretty strange show for someone who's just buried a grandmother to enjoy so much... about every case involves a dead person. But somehow, it's helping me. It's so involved and intense that it keeps my mind off of things. It's also helpful that I've developed a bit of a crush of McGee. It's that whole hot nerd computer thing. Reminds me of Bill. I'm watching the episodes online in order, but there's been a marathon on USA all day today. It's like a double dose!
I need to eat... I haven't had an appetite yet, but I still get queasy if I don't eat.
- Christine
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
loverrrrr(s)
I have two new lovers. Their names are Michael Bublé and Josh Groban. Don't judge.
I love a good singing male voice. But it has to be good. Not just an "Oh, I love him and he's singing to me, which is sweet, so that makes it good." NOPE. Call me a musical snob, but that doesn't count. I want a genuinely good, preferrably classically trained voice. Once upon a time, an ex-boyfriend sang to me a song he had written for me. This falls under the category of things that SOUND romantic and sweet, but in actuality, are incredibly uncomfortable.
Anyway, after using iTunes for almost 4 years, I'm finally going through and rating my music, all 5354 songs of it! It's taking forever, but in the meantime, I'm rediscovering music I had forgotten about. Plus I'm getting good ideas for playlists I want to make once I'm done rating.
Through this process, I've discovered Michael and Josh, and the three of us are getting along quite swimmingly. Though they're no Bill, together they make a halfway decent substitute for when I'm feeling lonely. Which right now, is a lot. I told Bill the other day at Graeter's that I would probably be the worst Army wife in the world because everytime he leaves, I shut down emotionally. Either I start to pull away before he even leaves so I don't have to deal with the pain, or I sob uncontrollably. In both situations, it's not healthy, and definately something I couldn't deal with on a regular basis. It hasn't even been a full year yet of being long distance and I can't stand it. I quite honestly don't know how military spouses do it. So kudos to them for being much stronger than I am!
So I can't stand the girl living in the room next to me. I don't even know who she is, but she's a little diva and I can't handle her. She keeps knocking on my closet at night or in the mornings when I have the TV on, and it's completely unjustified. I really don't have the TV on loud at all, and besides, it's a DORM. Not the Hyatt. It's going to be a little noisy. So suck it up and deal with it. Besides... there have been louder noises coming from my room!
I meant my music... what were YOU thinking? Pervs... haha.
Anyway, I'm plotting my revenge on her. I plan on leaving my TV on all weekend when I'm gone, so that there's no one around to turn it down when she raps on the wall. Mwhahaha. Last night I was watching Frasier, and she knocked, so I turned it down. THEN THE BITCH KNOCKED AGAIN. So I turned it down again, and then I realized it was now so quiet that I couldn't hear it anymore, so I just gave up and turned it off. This kind of stuff has been going on all summer. Once she knocked when I was blow drying my hair in the morning before work. HELLO, it's a blowdryer! What does the girl expect? I'm SERIOUSLY suprised she didn't knock all weekend... I mean... yeah. So now I just need to find the most obnoxious TV channel to leave my TV on when I leave Friday morning. I'm thinking either MTV or VH1. And if the bia knocks again, I'm just going to knock back. In triplets. Suck on that!
~ Christine
I love a good singing male voice. But it has to be good. Not just an "Oh, I love him and he's singing to me, which is sweet, so that makes it good." NOPE. Call me a musical snob, but that doesn't count. I want a genuinely good, preferrably classically trained voice. Once upon a time, an ex-boyfriend sang to me a song he had written for me. This falls under the category of things that SOUND romantic and sweet, but in actuality, are incredibly uncomfortable.
Anyway, after using iTunes for almost 4 years, I'm finally going through and rating my music, all 5354 songs of it! It's taking forever, but in the meantime, I'm rediscovering music I had forgotten about. Plus I'm getting good ideas for playlists I want to make once I'm done rating.
Through this process, I've discovered Michael and Josh, and the three of us are getting along quite swimmingly. Though they're no Bill, together they make a halfway decent substitute for when I'm feeling lonely. Which right now, is a lot. I told Bill the other day at Graeter's that I would probably be the worst Army wife in the world because everytime he leaves, I shut down emotionally. Either I start to pull away before he even leaves so I don't have to deal with the pain, or I sob uncontrollably. In both situations, it's not healthy, and definately something I couldn't deal with on a regular basis. It hasn't even been a full year yet of being long distance and I can't stand it. I quite honestly don't know how military spouses do it. So kudos to them for being much stronger than I am!
So I can't stand the girl living in the room next to me. I don't even know who she is, but she's a little diva and I can't handle her. She keeps knocking on my closet at night or in the mornings when I have the TV on, and it's completely unjustified. I really don't have the TV on loud at all, and besides, it's a DORM. Not the Hyatt. It's going to be a little noisy. So suck it up and deal with it. Besides... there have been louder noises coming from my room!
I meant my music... what were YOU thinking? Pervs... haha.
Anyway, I'm plotting my revenge on her. I plan on leaving my TV on all weekend when I'm gone, so that there's no one around to turn it down when she raps on the wall. Mwhahaha. Last night I was watching Frasier, and she knocked, so I turned it down. THEN THE BITCH KNOCKED AGAIN. So I turned it down again, and then I realized it was now so quiet that I couldn't hear it anymore, so I just gave up and turned it off. This kind of stuff has been going on all summer. Once she knocked when I was blow drying my hair in the morning before work. HELLO, it's a blowdryer! What does the girl expect? I'm SERIOUSLY suprised she didn't knock all weekend... I mean... yeah. So now I just need to find the most obnoxious TV channel to leave my TV on when I leave Friday morning. I'm thinking either MTV or VH1. And if the bia knocks again, I'm just going to knock back. In triplets. Suck on that!
~ Christine
Sunday, July 12, 2009
guac makes me sleepy
Brenda told me I needed to update again. So... here I am!
Let's see... my time at UD is coming to an end. I'm kinda bummed. It seems like my end of my college life is anticlimatic. Don't get me wrong, I fully intend on crying when I leave for good. Maybe it's because I'm not sure when I have to move... again. I'm starting to think that I'm cursed. Anyway, moving home is going to be weird. I have so much stuff! I'm not ready to bring all of my "college stuff" home and mix it in with my "home stuff". Hopefully my time at home will be short and I'll find a job somewhere soon!
Good news! Bill has a second interview with the Dayton/Troy HFH affiliate and he has an interview with the Cleveland HFH affiliate! I'm not sure if it was the praying, or the rabbit's feet, but it worked! Whatever you did, keep it up! Hopefully he gets one of these jobs.
Speaking of Bill, it's his last night here and we're watching his movie right now (later comes my movie!) so I better get going!
Let's see... my time at UD is coming to an end. I'm kinda bummed. It seems like my end of my college life is anticlimatic. Don't get me wrong, I fully intend on crying when I leave for good. Maybe it's because I'm not sure when I have to move... again. I'm starting to think that I'm cursed. Anyway, moving home is going to be weird. I have so much stuff! I'm not ready to bring all of my "college stuff" home and mix it in with my "home stuff". Hopefully my time at home will be short and I'll find a job somewhere soon!
Good news! Bill has a second interview with the Dayton/Troy HFH affiliate and he has an interview with the Cleveland HFH affiliate! I'm not sure if it was the praying, or the rabbit's feet, but it worked! Whatever you did, keep it up! Hopefully he gets one of these jobs.
Speaking of Bill, it's his last night here and we're watching his movie right now (later comes my movie!) so I better get going!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
step-bitch
Sorry, I completely fail at updating sometimes.
I am 22 years old. In the US, the legal drinking age is 21. Therefore, I can have a beer with my pizza, have wine with my burger, and have a rum and coke with my bratwurst and delicious German potato salad! God will not smite me for that! Believe me, there are plenty of other things that I've done that He could criticize me for. That's right, HE could criticize me for, not you as a human being who I've met once in my life. In addition, my parents have done an excellent job raising me! Allowing me to follow US law and drink alcohol doesn't make them bad parents. I would judge you and your parenting skills, but that would be stooping to your level, and I'm better than that.
Oh, and if my 80 year old grandmother wants to dance, she's going to dance. Don't even THINK of trying to tell her that it's sinful. You should just be happy that an 80 year old woman CAN dance!
That being said, I taught my grandma how to dance the macarena at my uncle's birthday party over the weekend. It was pretty funny, especially considering I learned that dance when I was 8.
In the bad news department, Bill got rejected from the Columbus HFH affiliate, and he found in an extremely shady way that Denver isn't rehiring him for next year. So if you're a praying type person, please pray that he finds a job! And if you're not a praying type person, cross your fingers and find a rabbit's foot!
This is my sister's new baby bunny, Rosie!
I am 22 years old. In the US, the legal drinking age is 21. Therefore, I can have a beer with my pizza, have wine with my burger, and have a rum and coke with my bratwurst and delicious German potato salad! God will not smite me for that! Believe me, there are plenty of other things that I've done that He could criticize me for. That's right, HE could criticize me for, not you as a human being who I've met once in my life. In addition, my parents have done an excellent job raising me! Allowing me to follow US law and drink alcohol doesn't make them bad parents. I would judge you and your parenting skills, but that would be stooping to your level, and I'm better than that.
Oh, and if my 80 year old grandmother wants to dance, she's going to dance. Don't even THINK of trying to tell her that it's sinful. You should just be happy that an 80 year old woman CAN dance!
That being said, I taught my grandma how to dance the macarena at my uncle's birthday party over the weekend. It was pretty funny, especially considering I learned that dance when I was 8.
In the bad news department, Bill got rejected from the Columbus HFH affiliate, and he found in an extremely shady way that Denver isn't rehiring him for next year. So if you're a praying type person, please pray that he finds a job! And if you're not a praying type person, cross your fingers and find a rabbit's foot!
This is my sister's new baby bunny, Rosie!
How freaking adorable is that?!?! I want to squish her! (the bunny, not my sister)
Time to go drink!
~ Christine
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