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This is the new Podcast Craig and I have started about Long Distance Relationships… episode 1 is a complete: conversation…totally unscripted and perfect.

http://mylifeonthenet.com/2009/10/29/distance-no-object-001/

Tonight I went to see The Importance of Being Earnest at the Guthrie Theatre and I throughly enjoyed it.

It is really nice to watch a play that my 11 year old sister and I can both understand and enjoy. Even though much of the dialogue was fast and elaborate…the jokes were timed well and the play was filled with a lot of wit.

I was happy to be surrounded by people who appreciate and respect theatre as I do because it wouldn’t be the same without good people to laugh with.

I was so engrossed in the play that I felt as if the first act completely flew by…the actors and actresses drew me into their characters and made me want to watch more.

I adored the costume choices for the characters because they gave my eyes quite the show.

It was really hard being with Leo because I at some points got really nervous and had a really hard time talking…it was like my brain was going a million miles per hour but my voice was racing a snail to a finish line 20,000 leagues away.

We walked my little sister home and I found myself pointing out every strip club there was to Leo…why? I have no clue, now that I think about it I feel that it wasn’t wise because I may have seemed a bit perverted.

After walking downtown forever to ninth street we waited for a half an hour to catch a number nine bus which took us a few blocks away from my house. When we got to my house Leo met my cats and my mom drove us back to Leo Kohorst’s house. I was really embarrassed to have Leo in my house when it was dirty because my house is usually really clean and spotless and I pride myself in telling my friends such.

Jimmy tracked us down outside of Leo’s house and I’m kind of upset because now Jimmy knows where I am spending most of my time.

I feel extremely lonely tonight maybe it was that after such a great night I find myself alone once again…there wasn’t much discussion with Leo about the play because he had class in the morning and he asked me my plan about what I’d be doing tomorrow. It would be nice to have someone to join me in my bed…or maybe someone to cuddle with me and give me backrubs, Tom and Leo can’t help me in that way.

My current plan is to go home tomorrow but apparently Leo and Tom MIGHT be throwing a party tomorrow because it is Friday and they’d like me to attend. At least that’s what Leo said.

I don’t understand what I’m going to do about this situation with this house and me living here. If I move I won’t be able to save any money because I’ll be spending most of it on rent. But, if I stay in Brooklyn Park I’ll be depressed and I’ll find myself spending most of my time at Leo’s place anyway hanging with Tom because most of the places I work require me to get out of work at 9pm. I don’t want to be on a two hour bus ride to arrive in Brooklyn Center at 12 midnight when I could spend the night at a friend’s house.

I feel like I’ve been here so much though that I should be paying rent.
God Bless Leo Kohorst and Tom Orbison for their hospitality…they are truely some of the nicest boys I’ve ever met.

Leo Kohorst and I discussed it and we feel that it may be best for me to move here in the Summer…that is a few months away.
I can spend Monday and Wednesday nights here because I work so late at my new job and Tuesday NIghts I think I’ll spend at my mom’s house.
Sunday nights may switch off, it depends on if I can get my Life Group members to give me a ride to the bus station or not…oh well.

I really wish I could live here and that money grew on trees.

this room is a pig sty.
It is hard to look at everything I own in boxes.
I don’t want to let go of any of it but I feel that I am becoming somewhat of a pack rat.
I look through my old notebooks and I find pictures I’ve drawn and notes that I’ve scribbled about how to live a good life along with quotes said by both teacher and old friends.
I look at how I used to look at life, I was completely carefree and happy.
I find pages that read Mrs. Corinne Blatz and Mrs, Corinne McCreath it is really quite funny that I like many others have dedicated pages of my notebook to fantasizing about my future.
It seems that nowadays I spend hour after hour doing just that but in the confines of my little room here in Brooklyn Park.
I want to get out of this small small blue room and I want to make something of myself and make money.
It is extremely hard to live here without anyone around me I know or Internet of any kind.
I’d like to go back to Hamline’s Campus and “hangout” but I’m afraid because I owe so many people money…mainly Theta Chi and I don’t want to have to explain to people why I’m not already away living a wonderful life in Scotland.
I don’t want to explain that instead of running off to Scotland like I had planned I ended up taking up a job as a housekeeper. I find it hard to explain that while I was working as a housekeeper I was trying to save up enough money to escape to Scotland. I find it opens bad wounds to think about how I ended up losing my position at the Goff’s mansion because I was doing something that comes perfectly natural to me…babysitting. It is really difficult to think about how much I’ve moved and changed my life these past few months. I am amazed that I haven’t gone completely insane.

I want to be in a place back in the city, I inquired about moving into a place with an old classmate of mine and a new friend who I feel I will be keeping for a long time. I’d like to find something in my life that is permanent and long term that also makes me happy.

I believe a transition to 3013 18th Ave may be a good step for me to take. I want to move to 3013 18th Avenue into a house bought by a handsome young man named Leo Kohorst. Leo is a friend of Tom Orbison a former high school classmate of mine and I had the opportunity to meet him when I was invited to Leo and Tom’s third housewarming party {funny and ironic because at the time the heat hadn’t been turned on yet.} Since that party I’ve seemed to have made really good friends in Leo and Tom. They have welcomed me into their home on many occasions these last few weeks since i’ve moved to Brooklyn Park and don’t like to commute.

While ‘crashing’ at their place they’ve made me feel like I have a family and a future and many memories to make around and involving them. Tom and I interact like brother and sister in a way that I only wish I could have a relationship with my own brothers. Leo is something of a subject of intrigue to me. At first I felt like I was like a mom and he was like a dad in the living house/ home involvement situation, together we have cooked, cleaned, and repaired much of Leo’s house. His maturity level is something that attracted me to his personality…for what other twenty one year old do I know that has decided to invest all his lifesavings to buy a house? He has since the party become someone who I feel I will be friends with for a hopefully long time, I have a great time talking to him and we have a lot of things in common. I like that he’s shared a lot of himself with me like his passion for music and his future goals. It scared me at first because Leo and my relationship reminded me of that of Craig and I while we’ve been friends these past six years. At the time I met Leo I had been fighting with Craig and It took a lot in me not to try to make a move on him in spite of Craig, because I have to admit that I was attracted to him and he was conveniently close and accessible unlike Craig who is 3000+ miles away. I’m happy that I got through my initial crush on Leo and that I am now able to communicate with him without feeling guilty that I’m being unfaithful to Craig. I feel that since meeting Leo we’ve had enough conversations to know that our relationship will remain strictly platonic as long as I am in a relationship with someone else. I feel that I need a friendship that is like Craig’s because the main reason that I feel Craig and I have been fighting recently is because our friendship has suffered because of our personal intimacy problems. Better said the compete lack there of… an intimate and physical relationship. I admire the dedication Leo and Tom put into their schoolwork; setting aside hours for studying in the house a day.

Study time in the house is like nap time in kindergarten and quiet reading time in fifth grade…or like being on the silent floor in the Hamline University Library, a peaceful experience that makes you feel like you’ve accomplished something. I hope my being around Leo and Tom in that kind of dedicated work environment will help me when I go back to Hamline University. I’ve already decided that ‘when’ not ‘if’ I do go back to Hamline that I will continue to live with Leo and Tom because Leo’s house and my living arrangement would be something that I’d have for a good 3 or 4 years if I decide to move in as long as I can make the rent payments on time.

The consistency and how long term the living situation will be is exactly what I need and want in my life right now. I’ve always been someone to think ahead and toward my future and I feel that my making this decision might be one of the best decisions I’m going to have made this year I’ve taken off of school. This room I’m renting now in Brooklyn Park hasn’t become any bit like somewhere that I’d like to call home. I feel that this house and living situation have so far felt completely temporary, that is until I was able to get back on my feet and find a job and a better place to stay.

The hardest thing about living in Brooklyn Park Minnesota has so far been the two hour bus ride to and from Brooklyn Park. The ride has begun to wear on my nerves and patience.
I’m getting tired of the situations and the people I am encountering on the bus and I want to deal with crazy Minnesotan bus riders a little less.

Just today Tuesday October 20th 2009 I was sitting on the 22 bus after having left Leo and Tom’s place. I was reading my book and trying to make my trip on the hour long bus ride go a little more smoothly. There was a family that got on with two twin girls and one of them was sitting and crying in her stroller and the other was fast asleep being held by her father. The baby in the stroller had come onto the bus crying and the mother seemed to at first be trying to calm the child down for the sake of the ears of everyone on the bus. I wasn’t sure why the child was crying but it seemed to have been wearing on her mother for sometime by the time they’d gotten on the bus. I felt terrible and ashamed to sit back and watch as the parents yelled at the baby to ‘be quiet’ and to ‘shut up’ not a proper response to a child who just wants to be picked up and held. I do not think that a person should bring a child into the world just to neglect and raise them with no love and disrespect. After awhile the parents gave up on the child and decided to do the most immature and indecent thing in my book…they just let the child continue screaming and they sat there insulting it. They totally ignored the child and the screams continued to be heard by all who sat on the bus quietly waiting for their stop. I was on the bus till the end and I knew I had a good hour left till my stop. I was hoping that the child after being ignored by her parents would stop crying on her it’s own or that the parents would exit the bus whose confined space only seemed to just magnify the screams.

The bus rolled on and the baby continued crying and I felt that I was sitting back and ignoring the situation too much, everyone on the bus was uncomfortable by the scenerio and I watched as woman with children looked at the parents and shook their heads, I watched as men and woman alike covered their ears and sat back hoping that the parents would do their job in consoling their little bundle of joy… a baby on a bus crying for a half an hour is a ridiculous distraction from reading which I’d been doing.

I decided finally when the cries got deathly loud and exhausting to try to do something about the child and to take matters into my own hands since no one else was going to do anything I decided to get closer to the neglectful mother and her child for there was a seat that had cleared in the seat right behind them. I knew that since the mother was not a very good one that I could make the situation better and continue reading my book in peace and quiet. I love children and I had a feeling that sunk in my heart in looking at the little girl whaling and balling her little eyes out crying mama! mama! with her mother ignoring her.

I asked the young mother if I could pick the child up, a random act that I am surprised she allowed me to do as a stranger on a public bus. As soon as I picked the child up she stopped crying and became deathly silent. I asked her sweetly. “why are you crying cutie? What are we so upset about?” the little girl just stared at me in amazement, I felt that she was looking at someone who treated her politely and nicely for the first time ever. I instantly wanted to take her home with me and make her my own daughter.

I sat there on the bus holding the silent adorable little baby girl for the last thirty or so minutes of the ride, slowly rubbing her back and smiling at her as she stared at me and calmed down. She began to play with my shirt zipper…she looked to be just about two years old. I had an opportunity to continue reading my book with the child on my lap and I kept thinking to myself ‘was that so hard to do? Anybody can console a child! Why can’t these parents?!’

I feel that I relieved the tension on the bus for a lot of people including the driver who said ‘thank you to the girl who picked that baby up,’ into the bus’s microphone.
A man sitting behind me asked me if I had any children. I wasn’t sure if at the time I looked to be old enough to have bore children because I hadn’t done much to my hair and I was wearing a hat that I’d gotten while in Farming Minnesota with Leo and Tom that made me look kind of eccentric.

The man who asked me told me that he’d never seen such a sight in his life and that I’d make a wonderful mother. He pulled out his card and wrote his number on it and told me that I should call him and that we should get together for lunch sometime. I wasn’t sure if he was paying me a compliment for the sake of my random act of kindness or because he found me attractive and because he was trying to pick me up. It was interesting to read his card and to see that he was an admissions person for the University of Minnesota and that he had more than one degree and looked to be paid a lot of money. Surprising especially since he was riding a public transit bus.

When I got to the bus depot which was the last stop it hurt my heart to let the little girl go back to her neglectful parents. I asked the mother and father what the child’s name was and they told me that the girl was named Micah. I like the name Micah because it is the name of my pastor Matt Johnson’s new son. This situation brought a memory to my head of last Saturday morning the 17th when I’d held little Micah Johnson during a potluck breakfast for Life Group Micah Johnson is not in anyway neglected and he is completely silent and I have rarely heard him cry, it is amazing the two worlds these two Micah have to live in.
With me the baby girl Micah hadn’t made one peep. I felt with Little Micah like I do when I have Collin and Caylie I want to save them from the lifestyle that I know their parents are making them lead. No child should have to raise itself. This experience on the bus really made me feel obligated to the little girl and as her parents were leaving the bus depot I ran them down and gave them my number offering to babysit for them whenever they needed. I told them that I was good with children and that I’d love to watch little Micah and her twin sister anytime. I really hope they call me.

It is going through situations like that which depresses me and makes me want something new and more positive. While sitting in the Bus Depot waiting an hour for my second bus I watched as two men got into a fight over something ridiculous I watched as two men ganged up on the one and as a poor man lost four of his teeth in a bloody fist fight. I watched as the cops were called and arrived and as the men who had beat up the poor boy tried to get away from the cops by pretending to be like any other person waiting for the bus…only identified as the col prates by their bloody knuckles. Too much drama and stress for one day in my opinion.

so I’m done with the commute on the 22 and I’m looking for a place nearer to the city and a job that I can feel that I’ve accomplished something in…I’m hoping I can find it all in the next month before Leo finds someone else to fill the rooms of his new home.

Sunday Stealing: A Fall Meme

It’s not really fall in until…

What did you need to do in the waning days of summer for it to feel complete?
Find a JOB and a place to stay.
A person I know was wrong for me but about whom I frequently thought after a break-up was…
Both Jason Blatz & Scott Haiden
If you could only attend one major sporting event what would it be?
Baseball
Assuming that you write an anonymous or partially anonymous blog, by what non-physically identifying characteristics might you be identified in a bar?
the “…” or Random Capitalization of WORDS!
Most blogs cover some sort of niche – personal, political, dating, culinary, etc. What topic, if any, would you like to address on your blog but doesn’t fit into your niche?
Politics because mine is personal and often about my relationships.
If you could manipulate the time space continuum and give as many as three pieces of advice to a younger version of yourself, what advice would you give and to what age of you?
SAVE ALL YOUR MONEY, GET YOUR LICENSE AND ESCAPE!: Me in 6th grade BE COMPLETELY HONEST EARLIER BETTER THAN LATER: Me at age 5 DON’T GET PHYSICAL ON THE FIRST DATE: me at any age younger than now

Who among your friends do you really wish had a blog because their stories, or perspective on something ought to be shared?
Jimmy Hines, Sean Phillips and… my Rita Salone
If you were to take an e-cation (vacation from the trappings of our electronic world,) and assuming that employment obligations would allow it, how long of a break could you take? What would you miss the most, the least?
1 year or longer and I’d go to all the places I’ve ever visited in my dreams and that I see picture of online.
On September 11th of this year, I attended a couple of parties and was somewhat conflicted by the fact that this ignoble anniversary shall pass with it being just another day in the eyes of many (and in some ways my own eyes as well.) Thoughts?
The confliction will be an acceptable acknowledgment till the end of time.
How high are your walls? Who was the last person to scale them? What tools should would-be climbers have on their belt?
The walls are constantly changing and the tools are determined by what I feel will make it safer for myself as I put up more walls. Last person to scale them truly Kyle Parsons during Summerfest.
T he sexiest thing a man or a woman can say to you (or has said to you) is: Can’t think of one off the top of my head. Sorry.

1. What time did you get up this morning?
7:something

2. How do you like your steak?

done.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Not sure, um…I know I went with Jacque Blackamore though.

4. What is your favorite TV show?
Favorite? That’s hard… probably True Blood on HBO or Angel

5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
Scotland

6. What did you have for breakfast?
saltine Crackers

7. What is your favorite cuisine?
Not sure yet.

8. What foods do you dislike?

I’m not really into bugs at the moment

9. Favorite Place to Eat?

Where ever I can afford…home at the moment

10. Favorite dressing?
French or Ranch

11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?
A bike or the bus…but I don’t drive that.

12. What are your favorite clothes?

Jeans and a comfortable top…some sort of jacket to layer it or sweater

13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?
Australia

14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?
1/2 Full

15. Where would you want to retire?
Somewhere warm and cozy with little work and a lot of pleasurable activities

16. Favorite time of day.
Mornings when I’m with Craig …Midday with the Family…and Nights with Friends

17. Where were you born?
At the University of Minnesota Hospital

18. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Baseball

19. Who do you think will not tag you back?
Everyone

20. Person you expect to tag you back first?
not anyone.

21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?
Craig…if he actually does this

22. Bird watcher?
yeah, sometimes

23. Are you a morning person or a night person?

Night when it is changing to Morning

24. Do you have any pets?
Yes 3 cats and 6 Hamsters

25. Any new and exciting news you’d like to share?
I just found a new place to stay that is all the way out in Brooklyn Park

26. What did you want to be when you were little?
An Artist

27. What is your best childhood memory?
Too Many to just pick 1

28. Are you a cat or dog person?
Cat person

29. Are you married?
not yet

30. Always wear your seat belt?

yes

31. Been in a car accident?
Never one caused by me.

32. Any pet peeves?
Spitting in public

33. Favorite Pizza Toppings?
A lot of Green Olives

34. Favorite Flower?
not sure yet

35. Favorite ice cream?
Vanilla

36. Favorite fast food restaurant?

WAY TOO MANY

37. How many times did you fail your driver’s test?
permit 3times

38. From whom did you get your last email?

Craig McCreath or my Mother Rita Salone…haven’t checked today

39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?

Super Target or its European equivalent Primark

40. Do anything spontaneous lately?
I got fired from my job and moved out of the house I was staying in 1 day…I moved in with my mother and found a new place to live all in a week and a half

41. Like your job?
what job?

42. favorite veggie?
Broccoli …no wait! Corn.

43. What was your favorite vacation?
Greece

44. Last person you went out to dinner with?
Rita Salone my mother

45. What are you listening to right now?
My Love by The Bird and the Bee

46. What is your favorite color?
Light Pink…or Baby Pink or PeptoBismol Pink

47. How many tattoos do you have?

zero…but I want one

48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?
none?

49. Coffee Drinker?

occasionally

50. Ever sing Karaoke?
Yes and I love it!