Archive for August, 2007

because…this? THIS is tough.

Posted in Uncategorized on August 29, 2007 by drbolte

Read my friend Megan’s blog.

May we all remember to count our blessings and name them one by one on this day when so many lost so much and yet continue to persevere.


Posted in life lesson number 498, me on August 28, 2007 by drbolte

“Most girls would listen to one thing I say and would think I’m a total jerk.”

A friend of mine told me this today in the course of telling me why he thinks I’m cool. He’s not wrong–he’s obnoxious and gives me crap EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I see him. It’s okay, though. It’s part of his charm.

But “tough” is how he described me–and tough is what apparently made him decide to be my friend.

I don’t get it.

I’m not tough.

Why don’t people get this?

Tough is my mom. Tough is someone rising above amazingly terrible circumstances and coming out of it more cheerful and full of hope than ever. Tough is being able to face a task like a dissertation and not cower with fear before it. Tough is being able to speak out loud, even to yourself, what you really want in the deepest and tiniest corner of your heart, the ridiculous dreams that even you don’t want to admit to yourself.

Tough is not me.

I just don’t see it.

oh the wonders of wireless…pfft.

Posted in blogging, ghetto life, someday I'll be a real middle class girl on August 27, 2007 by drbolte

So, does anybody have any idea why this wireless router thing is such a big fat pain in my big fat…toe?  My gosh. It freaks out and freezes up daily. I gotta go and power it down, talk lovingly to it, convince it that it does, in fact, have the will to live, and then fire the sucka back up again.

Who needs THAT?

My gosh.

My only thought is this–could it possibly be a conflict between my webstar cable modem, which was made for a mac, and my Linksys wireless router, which only works with Windows? That’s the only thing that I can think of.  It doesn’t make any sense.

Not everyone could be going through this. It’s just not possible.

Any ideas? Please? I’m begging you before I call up Cox Cable and start begging THEM to answer my pleas.



Posted in etcetera, Life, me, School on August 26, 2007 by drbolte

I’m glad this weekend is over. I’m glad that the week is beginning.

Weird, right?

But, see, this week brings the settling down into a routine, the getting to work, the realizing that life is not a sprint but a marathon.

I have been sprinting too much lately, and I have the emotional shin splints to prove it.

I’m so tired. And I need a hug–not the regular everyday hug, but the bear hugs from the people who know all your faulty facets and still want to be around you anyway, the hugs that make everything better because it’s clear that that person LOVES you more than you know.

Complaint over.

Bring on Monday.  And a nap.

Posted in life lesson number 498, me on August 25, 2007 by drbolte

I have decided something.

For some reason, I am meant to learn the lesson of assuming the best about people.

Why have I decided this?

Because at least three times in the last 24 hours, I have been confronted by what could be very offensive comments or behaviors…although I don’t think that they were intended as such.

So, I could choose to be offended or I could choose to assume that they were not intended as such.  Strangely, that’s a difficult thing to do. I’m not sure why.  I mean, don’t we all want people to assume that we mean only the best things? Don’t we desperately want those around us to overlook the idiotic comments that came out of our mouths–the things that come out wrong, the times when we say exactly the wrong thing even when we had that brief shining moment to say something great–and instead remember that we love them and appreciate them and wish them well?

So why, then, is it so hard to do that when people do it to us?

It’s my life lesson this week. I just know it is. Learning to let go and not let what other people do or say affect me.  It’s a weird thing.  It’s a GOOD thing.

But it’s a hard thing.

today’s word is…

Posted in blogging, Life, me on August 24, 2007 by drbolte


Enough said?

I’m thinking yes.

seventh inning stretch

Posted in ghetto life, me, shopping, you have to be a chick to understand on August 22, 2007 by drbolte

I have been working on the house all day. Well, really, I’ve been working on my room all day.

It’s amazing how long unpacking takes.

I’m still not done.  That sucks.

But, happily, all of the boxes are unpacked.  Doesn’t mean that everything has a place, yet, but we are making progress.

For example, I have done the following in the past 36 hours:

  • Bought a router, a TV, oodles of cable, curtain rods, and assorted household items.
  • Strung cable across our house into the other two bedrooms and nailed those suckers into the floor, the whole time thinking “my MOM does stuff like this…I am becoming my mom!”
  • Sewed, half by hand, a 35″ wide and 80″ long curtain panel.
  • Unpacked and sorted my desk stuff, which included putting up my whiteboard and my diplomas and moving my stereo into my room.
  • Hung my curtain rods and my curtain panel–which looks awesome.

I’m sure I’ve done more than that, but that’s all I can really think of right now.  I haven’t even done my bed yet, which I have to put together again because I have a new comforter.  I haven’t a clue what I’m going to do with my old one.


Why does everything take so LONG? I just want everything to be done.

I’m entertaining here on Friday, and everything WILL be done.  We are getting the couches like a half an hour before the guests come.  Couldn’t be helped, I guess.  I don’t think I’m going to have to do a whole lot with that, because I’ve recruited some people to help with the heavy lifting.

Don’t say I’m not good with the planning. I am awesome.

I’m excited about finally having all of the furniture that we’re actually going to have so that we can decide what colors we’re going to do the living room in, since we’ll be painting.

And now I’m just blathering on.


Gotta get done so that I can take a shower and go get my syllabus copied before tomorrow’s first class. And eating dinner wouldn’t suck at some point.


Back to work.