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Tangled and Management . . .

So I'm trying to write a paper for my Principles of Management class where I need to relate a piece of popular culture (in this case, the Disney movie "Tangled") to the class. Why would I choose a Disney movie of all things to compare to management?? Well, I don't think I could satisfactorily answer that question. The only thing I could say is, "I couldn't think of a single thing to do it on, I didn't want to read another book, and I like this movie and felt like watching it again." And hey, I found ways that it relates to Principles of Management. My problem is the fifth requirement for the paper: "In addition to the source material, rely on the text [ie the textbook] and at least one other source (i.e. business journal article) to make your case." So, uh, how do I do that when nobody analyzes the movie "Tangled" with a view toward management? That's what I thought. Crap. Guess we'll see.

Disney music. . . and other things.

Three weeks left of school. Yikes.

Obviously not the end of my schooling, but still. Another semester down.  :)

I seem to have gotten my butt back into gear, thank goodness. Getting my homework done at least. Not so much the dishes or laundry . . . lol.

Went to the doctor yesterday and got some more medicine for things not even related to my heartburn. Geez. Now I take eight pills every morning, and another at night, three if I take my sleep medicine. Lol. Talk about overdoing it. Oh well.

So we've been having some very moody weather lately. Cold, fog, snow, grey skies, etc. Doesn't feel much like April lol. But like I keep telling Brock, we might as well enjoy it since we'll see pretty much none of that in El Paso.

Got another massage yesterday. It was amazing, but slightly painful lol. I told the lady to basically go as hard as she could, and she took me at my word. I thought she was going to dislocate my shoulder a couple times there. But I have so many knots in my muscles that even after a massage I'm still tense. I wish I could figure out a way to minimize that. I know yoga would help, but I'm lazy. And so I'll continue to complain lol.

Zulu is having fun being a little brat this week. She's been barking up a storm at anyone that passes by the house, even if they are miles from the house. She's also taken to eating things out of the bathroom trash can. Disgusting. Especially when she threw up what she had eaten all over the comforter, and then continued to try and eat it again. Dogs. What a joy. Lol.

Othello has been getting along a lot better now with Zulu. It's making me very proud. The other day he actually rubbed the side of his face (you know how cats do that) on Zulu's nose as she sniffed the hell out of him. AND he was purring. This was of course when I was petting him, but the fact that he didn't run away or hiss is a huge improvement.

Still not making much progress on my weight loss, I've been stuck at the same weight for months now. But, I suspect that nothing is going to change unless I get back into working out every day and eating less candy . . . I doubt that'll happen any time soon lol. Probably not until after we get situated down in Texas.

Well, the messy house is calling out to my conscience, so I'll be going now.

Hmm . . . music?

Think Disney.
'Kiss the girl' - Little Mermaid
'Can you feel the love tonight' - Lion King
'Once upon a december' - Anastasia
'I see the light' - Tangled
'I'll make a man out of you' - Mulan

Not too sure if Anastasia is Disney. But you get the gist lol. Have a good day dear readers! :)

A twisted circle.

I don't understand myself at the moment.

My mind is so fuzzy and clouded, but restless at the same time.

I forget to take my medicine, and in forgetting to take it, create a cycle of continually forgetting.

I don't know what it is - whether it is my medicine, or lack of something else, but my memory is completely gone. For the important things, anyway.

My memory, my desire. Motivation is a strange beast to me lately.

I did nothing but read yesterday. Five hundred pages. I tell myself that it is better I finish this book in one go, since it's stopping me from wanting to do anything else.

But is that right?

I hardly know right now. Four hundred pages left, and I will be done with the series. Maybe then it won't haunt me. But I suspect it will be replaced by something else.

My mind is a very hateful thing.

Final projects. Homework. Medicine. Chores. Writing. Eating. Hygiene even.

All is abandoned. And for what? Why?

I wish I could figure out what was so flawed in my mind, and how to fix it.

My thoughts are so distorted that I can't figure out what to do.

I just don't know. I don't like it.

Sometimes I think I've grown up, and then this happens, and I feel like I've been tossed back into the chaos of high school. My mind was royally fucked up then, but I had hoped that I'd grown past that. I'd hoped that my medicine had at least brought me past that.

I don't know.

Blank Page.

I've been wanting to write another post for quite a while now. Problem is, when I sit down and stare at the blank page . . . I haven't a clue what to talk about.

My days have been (mostly) just me trying to finish my book. I'm on the second to last book of the "Wheel of Time" series, and I STILL haven't read the last one, so I keep trying to push faster.

Unfortunately, there's only so much time in a day to devote to reading.

In my quest to finish my books, I have neglected chores, writing my HPFF story (and leaving my poor readers at a rather evil kind of cliffhanger), writing on my book, and so many other things lol.

I've already told you how we'll be moving to El Paso at the end of May. Well, I've also been worrying about all of that crap. How much it will all cost, how we're going to load and unload the U-Haul (it's becoming the generic name for moving trucks now isn't it? sucks for them, say bye-bye trademark lol) with just us two. The truck and the two vehicle issue is what has me worried the most I guess.

It's simple enough really. Haul one car behind the U-Haul and drive the other. Problem is, driving a gigantic u-haul and hauling a car behind it to boot . . . not the easiest. Especially when we typically drive little cars lol. Obviously Brock will be the one to do it - he doesn't trust me to drive such a big vehicle lol. Idk.

Brock finally got his tattoo finished (except for some minor shading). Full back tattoo, mind. Wings. It looks pretty cool, but I definitely wouldn't enjoy the pain of that.

Well, I'm feeling rather restless at the moment - so I'm gonna finish this up.

I hope you've all had a wonderful week.

No songs. My apologies.

Ta for now!

Long and rambling . . .

Hello readers!

Well, the hubby is back - and guess what? So is my good mood. Lol. *rolls eyes*

Anyway, we FINALLY have a location locked in. We'll be going to  . . . *drum roll* . . . Fort Bliss. That's in Texas, barely. It's also right on the border between Texas, New Mexico, and Mexico.

Oy vey.

I really did NOT want to go there, but Brock is desperate to 1. get the heck out of this unit before he snaps, punches an upper, and loses rank and 2. work the roads like an actual MP. If the first hadn't been so high up in his mind, we might have gotten to go to Germany . . . but the report date isn't for another year, so it was kind of out of the question. Damn. That would have been fun.

Well, there's always the next time.

So now that we have a location, and a date, I can get around to planning school. Unfortunately, there aren't a lot of choices in El Paso. It's either UTEP (the University of Texas at El Paso) or University of Phoenix. I'm leaning more towards the latter. Mostly because, while yes, UTEP is extremely cheap for a four year, and it offers not just bachelor's degrees, but also master's. It also has bad reviews in terms of the academic quality, especially the accounting department.

We'll see.

Got a call from the mother-in-law yesterday. She is very worried about us being so close to the border. Mostly me. She doesn't want us to live off post because of the very high (75%) Mexican population there - she doesn't believe I will be safe. Maybe I'll take a karate or self defense class out there. Because I really don't want to live on post . . . there are some really nice houses in El Paso.

Anyway, right now I just have to focus on school. Which is what I should be doing at this very moment (I have a paper that is due today that I have yet to start), but we all know I'm very skilled at procrastination. :)

Haven't worked on my book in a while, but that probably has more to do with me reading my favoritest series ever (yes, I know that's not a word). That, as well as the lack of readers on the other blog lol. Much as I talk about writing to myself and talking to myself, even on this particular blog, I still see that there are some people reading it. Not so with the other blog. Lol. So I won't be posting my progress and excerpts on there, just mentioning it every now and then on here lol.

Anyway, it's almost eight, and I really have to get started on my paper.

Song of the day:

The Show by Lenka.  :)

Ta for now dear readers. . . whoever you are lol.

Bad brain . . . bad. (If only this worked as well as it did on animals . . . )

Brock will be home in a few days, but I find that my mood has deteriorated quite a bit.

I'm starting to see a direct correlation between my depression and his absence. I'm not talking him going to work during the day, or anything silly like that. I'm talking prolonged absences - like the field.

My medicine works just perfectly when he's at home, but when he's gone - it loses its effectiveness. This is a very frustrating fact, especially because my depression can get quite bad at times. Even to the point of affecting me physically.  It's bloody ridiculous.

Another is that we STILL don't know where we'll be moving. He wants to talk to the recruiter when he gets back - to see what's available still. This makes planning things like school a very difficult (no, impossible) thing to do.

Anyway - I'm not in the mood for writing/talking.

Songs (thanks to Pandora):

Rock and Roll - by Eric Hutchinson
Collide (acoustic version or otherwise) by Howie Day

Have a day. . . . preferably more enjoyable than mine.

Ta for now.