My day was good. I was busy, I was productive, I felt good. I helped facilitate a move in the office (which I thoroughly enjoy doing), I made a doctor so happy he told me he loved me and I got emails from new friends that made me laugh so hard I had tears in my eyes.
My evening was good. I walked with Val and Rachelle and we gave updates on our ever-so-exciting lives. We brainstormed about what I want to do for my birthday. I'm thinking girls' spa day (no, Shaun, you can't come). We hugged goodbye and all was right with the world.
And then I came home. And I felt myself sink. Just a little. No new emails. No phone calls. No text messages. I made dinner. Pasta. Big deal. And then, because I was freezing (and let me tell you I have just about had it with being cold) I ran a scalding hot bath. And then I sat there and cried. For probably a good 20 minutes. And I'm still crying.
What the hell? Am I tired? Is it PMS? Are those pent up emotions that snuck out at SuperBowl leaking back out? Even without wine? Is it loneliness? Is it residule break up shit? Why am I still going through this? Is this me now? 98% happy, perky gal and 2% crying, pathetic mess?
I feel like I am on very thin ice. The ice is strong enough to hold me up but there are some areas that, if I let my guard down, my foot will go right through. And I have to be very, very careful not to panic and just tumble into the water. If my foot goes though, well, I need to calmly pull my foot back up and slowly back away from the hole. Then find a better path.
The pretty pink pills were like a big, insulated life vest. A pink one. That way, if I fell through the ice, I would just bobble for a bit until I could pull myself out. I wouldn't drown. Well, I have taken the life vest off. Either I didn't think it would do any good, or the shade of pink clashed with my skin tone. I can't remember. Regardless, I have no vest. And my foot is in the water and it's getting damned cold.
Maybe I just need to go to bed, and try again tomorrow.
****Update****
You know how when a baby is screaming and crying, you can turn on a hairdryer or vacuum cleaner and it will instantly distract them so that they stop crying because they forget what they were even crying about? Did you not know this? You should know this. It will come in handy.
Anyway, calling a girlfriend does the exact same thing. I called Jamie and she made me laugh and we made plans for lunch tomorrow and suddenly, I have no more tears to cry. I told her about the hairdryer and the crying baby and she said "What, are you saying I'm loud?" No, sweetie. You distract me and make me forget why I was even upset. You stood on the ice, threw a rope in and pulled me out of the water. You even had hot cocoa for me.....
Tomorrow's post - props for Jamie.
Monday, February 11, 2008
The Bunny Book
I want this book.
Just what every 30-something single gal needs. And it would look good on my bedside table.
Just what every 30-something single gal needs. And it would look good on my bedside table.
Weekend Update
Well, I caucused Saturday. Not too difficult at all. I went in, found my precinct, realized it was the wrong precinct because they had my old address, found the new precinct, wrote The Name, filled out a change of address form and left. I know that after I left, people were divided into groups and there was a lot of discussion and people tried to pursuade people, and that's where politics lose me. I did my part. I may not have gotten the full experience, but at least I went. So there.
Then I went all the way down to Covington for a party. Hung out there until about 5pm, then came all the way back to Seattle to have dinner with the Sheauns and see "Into the Wild". Good movie. Long movie. But a good movie.
And then home and into the jammies.
Sunday, I slept until 11:30am. I'm not sure why. I blame the drive to Covington.
I made breakfast, talked to mom and dad for an hour, watched "Sleepless in Seattle". I finally got motivated around 5pm when Jamie emailed and mentioned she was trying to think of something for dinner. I immediately called her and said "I need a reason to leave the house. Let's go eat." She's good for impromptu plans like that.
Then back home and back into the jammies. It was dark and windy all day so it was a good curl-up-and-watch-tv day. Not a thrilling weekend, but that's okay. It was nice.
And here we are at Monday. If I can just get through this week, I will be rewarded with Monday off! Presidents' Day! Whatever shall I do on this long weekend?
Then I went all the way down to Covington for a party. Hung out there until about 5pm, then came all the way back to Seattle to have dinner with the Sheauns and see "Into the Wild". Good movie. Long movie. But a good movie.
And then home and into the jammies.
Sunday, I slept until 11:30am. I'm not sure why. I blame the drive to Covington.
I made breakfast, talked to mom and dad for an hour, watched "Sleepless in Seattle". I finally got motivated around 5pm when Jamie emailed and mentioned she was trying to think of something for dinner. I immediately called her and said "I need a reason to leave the house. Let's go eat." She's good for impromptu plans like that.
Then back home and back into the jammies. It was dark and windy all day so it was a good curl-up-and-watch-tv day. Not a thrilling weekend, but that's okay. It was nice.
And here we are at Monday. If I can just get through this week, I will be rewarded with Monday off! Presidents' Day! Whatever shall I do on this long weekend?
Saturday, February 9, 2008
G&D and Caucus Day!
After a slow and painful day at work yesterday, I had dinner with Val at the George & Dragon, her equivalent of my Lock-n-Keel (except I doubt she's had some of the same drunken experiences at G&D. She doesn't drink) . I've been there before, but it was never really on my radar. It is now. The ratio of women to men is about 1:10. The odds are in my favor. Which is why, now that I think about it, Shaun never liked that place too much. Funny.
Anyway, we had planned just to eat and then go watch a movie, but the people watching was too good, so we hung out until about 11pm.
This afternoon, I have a housewarming/engagement party down in Covington. A small town about 40 miles away. Shoot me. But you do whatcha gotta do for your friends, right? Maybe I'll hit the Macy's Outlet that's down there, too. See what kind of chairs they have. I'm tired of living room being empty.
Oh, but first, I must caucus. In a mere two hours. I'm trying not to think too much about the logistics. If I do, I'll wimp out because it will feel intimidating. So I won't think too much about it. I will shower. I will walk down to the school. I will follow the crowd. Won't think too much.
And that is my day.
Happy Saturday!
Anyway, we had planned just to eat and then go watch a movie, but the people watching was too good, so we hung out until about 11pm.
This afternoon, I have a housewarming/engagement party down in Covington. A small town about 40 miles away. Shoot me. But you do whatcha gotta do for your friends, right? Maybe I'll hit the Macy's Outlet that's down there, too. See what kind of chairs they have. I'm tired of living room being empty.
Oh, but first, I must caucus. In a mere two hours. I'm trying not to think too much about the logistics. If I do, I'll wimp out because it will feel intimidating. So I won't think too much about it. I will shower. I will walk down to the school. I will follow the crowd. Won't think too much.
And that is my day.
Happy Saturday!
Friday, February 8, 2008
I Think I'm In Heat
The new floors now cover the entire hallway at work. It's horrible. And the smell is choking me.
But anyway, the real story. I got here this morning, unlocked and opened my door and slammed it back against the wall so it would catch on the little doorstop hookie thing. Well, the doorstop hookie thing was missing but it was early and I hadn't had my coffee yet, so this didn't occur to me for about 30 or 40 seconds. On most days, it takes a couple of tries to get it latched.
After a bit, I realized that something was wrong because the door just wasn't catching. I finally looked down and saw the problem. Perfect. So I called the project manager, told him my doorstop hookie thing was missing and he said he'd send someone over.
An hour later, A Construction Dude came over. Complete with facial hair. And a tool belt. I gave him a hard time about the floors. He assured me it was the night crew. He said he wouldn't do something so mean as to change out the floors without asking me. I may have laughed too loudly. And tossed my hair.
I fear I have become one of those women.
But anyway, the real story. I got here this morning, unlocked and opened my door and slammed it back against the wall so it would catch on the little doorstop hookie thing. Well, the doorstop hookie thing was missing but it was early and I hadn't had my coffee yet, so this didn't occur to me for about 30 or 40 seconds. On most days, it takes a couple of tries to get it latched.
After a bit, I realized that something was wrong because the door just wasn't catching. I finally looked down and saw the problem. Perfect. So I called the project manager, told him my doorstop hookie thing was missing and he said he'd send someone over.
An hour later, A Construction Dude came over. Complete with facial hair. And a tool belt. I gave him a hard time about the floors. He assured me it was the night crew. He said he wouldn't do something so mean as to change out the floors without asking me. I may have laughed too loudly. And tossed my hair.
I fear I have become one of those women.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
A Wild & Crazy Thursday Night
I sense that Thursday night will turn into Grooming Night. I painted my nails, plucked my eyebrows, exfoliated. I figure, I clean and do laundry on Wednesdays. Why not groom on Thursdays? Then Friday, I'm ready for the men.
(laugh)
I'm very funny. There are no men.
But my eyebrows look good and my nails are shiny, so I'm ready.
Should one just pop up.
(laugh)
I'm very funny. There are no men.
But my eyebrows look good and my nails are shiny, so I'm ready.
Should one just pop up.
Whew, Heat Wave! And Who Put This Floor Here?
It's amazing how you get used to the cold around here. For the longest time, I would wake up and it would be 28 or 34 degrees. So I'd put on a turtleneck and my wool coat and brave the frigid drive to work.
But today, when I woke up, the radio said it was 42. Holy crap. That's like a heat wave! I didn't even bother with the wool coat. Just my casual sweater and a scarf. But I would bet some people don't think 42 is very warm at all, huh?
Look at me! I'm acclimating! I CAN change!
I say that, but then I get to work, walk in the door from the stairwell and suddenly there's a new floor. I froze. And just stared at it. We used to have carpet. We still have carpet in most of the area, but they're slowly ripping that up and laying down this bright cream colored "clinic" floor. Kind of looks like marmoleum (which I called marbleoleum for the longest time).
I was like an ant who had a twig fall in their path. I couldn't move. Didn't know what to do. Can I walk on it? I have heels on, will that hurt it? Who did this? I ran into the construction guys while getting my coffee and asked them "Did you put that new floor in?!" They were surprised. I guess they rarely get confronted.
So, I can acclimate to the weather, but I haven't acclimated to the new floor yet.
And next week my desk gets reconfigured. We'll see how I deal with that.
But today, when I woke up, the radio said it was 42. Holy crap. That's like a heat wave! I didn't even bother with the wool coat. Just my casual sweater and a scarf. But I would bet some people don't think 42 is very warm at all, huh?
Look at me! I'm acclimating! I CAN change!
I say that, but then I get to work, walk in the door from the stairwell and suddenly there's a new floor. I froze. And just stared at it. We used to have carpet. We still have carpet in most of the area, but they're slowly ripping that up and laying down this bright cream colored "clinic" floor. Kind of looks like marmoleum (which I called marbleoleum for the longest time).
I was like an ant who had a twig fall in their path. I couldn't move. Didn't know what to do. Can I walk on it? I have heels on, will that hurt it? Who did this? I ran into the construction guys while getting my coffee and asked them "Did you put that new floor in?!" They were surprised. I guess they rarely get confronted.
So, I can acclimate to the weather, but I haven't acclimated to the new floor yet.
And next week my desk gets reconfigured. We'll see how I deal with that.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Super Tuesday Update (or Huckadate)
Katie Couric just made a very funny joke. Something about people hopping on the Huckabus. Could you imagine if our next president was name Huckabee? Oh, holy crap. He doesn't twang like Bush, but with a name like Huckabee, it's just as bad. How can you say Huckabee without twanging? And everything would be Hucka-something. The Huckabudget. The Huckahouse. We could possibly become the Huckastates.
And poor Katie keeps getting McCain and Romney mixed up when talking about them. "They won't like that one bit!" It's a good thing she's cute. Because she's ain't doing so well tonight.
And poor Katie keeps getting McCain and Romney mixed up when talking about them. "They won't like that one bit!" It's a good thing she's cute. Because she's ain't doing so well tonight.
It's A Good Thing I Don't Have Cats, Too
I lost some DVDs in The Separation. Steve divided up the movies one day after I left and I was sad to see some of them in his pile but thought, oh well, they're just movies. Actually, thinking back, I don't think I could name one that he kept. Except Shaun of the Dead and Once Upon A Time In Mexico, which I've already replaced.
So I have this routine now. Every other Friday, before my therapy appointment, I walk down the street to Jive Time Records. They have a big bin of used DVDs that range from $5 to $8. I'll pick up one or two, either to replace one I lost (once I recognize the title as one that was on our shelf), or one that's more recent that I want.
Except in my old age, I can't remember what I have and what I need to get. So I sat down tonight and typed up a list of my current DVDs (alphabetized, of course) and a list of the video tapes I have that I need to get on DVD, since I don't have a VHS player. I should probably get a little cheap one because I have videos from vacation and stuff that I want to watch every now and then.
Anyway.
Now I can keep this list in my wallet and when I run across a movie, instead of thinking to myself "Do I have that one? Or did Steve keep that one?" I can just look at my list.
Nifty, huh?
What? Crazy, you say? Well. Maybe a little.
And since we're on that subject, I'm also thinking of putting some sort of check list up by my straightener in the bathroom. I don't use the straightener every day, but when I do, I get halfway to work and think, "Did I unplug my straightener?!" More often than not, yes, I unplugged it. But I've come home twice to find it still plugged in and hotter than shit. I may very well burn the building down one day.
So now, I do a frightening little dance and sing a song that goes something like "I turned the iron off! I turned the iron off! Won't burn down the house today, cause I turned the iron off!". You have to picture me in my Seahawks sweatshirt and my fuzzy slippers, shakin' my groove thang. This little dance makes my morning noteworthy and I feel comfortable that I will remember I've turned my straightener off. Ya know, cause I did The Dance.
Same thing with the oven. Different song, though.
And now my question to you, dear reader:
Should I maybe keep these little quirks to myself, just in case the man I'm destined to marry accidently runs across this blog while googling me after we meet at the Fremont Market and he asks me out for coffee?
Or does it just make me cute?
So I have this routine now. Every other Friday, before my therapy appointment, I walk down the street to Jive Time Records. They have a big bin of used DVDs that range from $5 to $8. I'll pick up one or two, either to replace one I lost (once I recognize the title as one that was on our shelf), or one that's more recent that I want.
Except in my old age, I can't remember what I have and what I need to get. So I sat down tonight and typed up a list of my current DVDs (alphabetized, of course) and a list of the video tapes I have that I need to get on DVD, since I don't have a VHS player. I should probably get a little cheap one because I have videos from vacation and stuff that I want to watch every now and then.
Anyway.
Now I can keep this list in my wallet and when I run across a movie, instead of thinking to myself "Do I have that one? Or did Steve keep that one?" I can just look at my list.
Nifty, huh?
What? Crazy, you say? Well. Maybe a little.
And since we're on that subject, I'm also thinking of putting some sort of check list up by my straightener in the bathroom. I don't use the straightener every day, but when I do, I get halfway to work and think, "Did I unplug my straightener?!" More often than not, yes, I unplugged it. But I've come home twice to find it still plugged in and hotter than shit. I may very well burn the building down one day.
So now, I do a frightening little dance and sing a song that goes something like "I turned the iron off! I turned the iron off! Won't burn down the house today, cause I turned the iron off!". You have to picture me in my Seahawks sweatshirt and my fuzzy slippers, shakin' my groove thang. This little dance makes my morning noteworthy and I feel comfortable that I will remember I've turned my straightener off. Ya know, cause I did The Dance.
Same thing with the oven. Different song, though.
And now my question to you, dear reader:
Should I maybe keep these little quirks to myself, just in case the man I'm destined to marry accidently runs across this blog while googling me after we meet at the Fremont Market and he asks me out for coffee?
Or does it just make me cute?
Super Tuesday and I'm Feelin' Good
Guess what? I feel good. And I'm even wearing a thong today! Normally, that'll squash my mood pretty quick.
I got about 12 hours of sleep last night. I'm sure that's helping. My headache, be it wine or migraine, is gone. And because I'm feelin' so good, I got my pearls on. My co-workers know it's a good day when I got my pearls on.
And I've got Feelin' Good by Michael Buble running through my head. It kinda makes me wanna strip. I won't though. It's the whole big band boom-chicka-boom thing. Maybe I'll create a playlist on my iPod entitled Strippin'. Get my showgirls thang on.
Where was I?
Oh, right. I'm feelin' good.
And! I'm excited about this whole Super Tuesday thing.
I know!
I've never followed politics. Never. It's confusing and overwhelming and it just bums me out. But then Steve guilted me into voting for the first time in the last presidential election. I think we ended up going through a couple of bottles of wine while watching Dan Rather's coverage, which was unbelievably entertaining. "He swept through the South like a tornado through a trailer park." Fantastic. Dan Ratherisms. And someone compiled them all. Ya gotta love the internet.
So I voted, and I lost and well, I gave up hope.
Ah, but this year is proving to be damned exciting. Hope is almost a tangible thing! I'm checking CNN every half hour (Huckabee wins WV? Really? What the.....?) and looking at numbers that make absolutely no sense to me. I've tried reading up on it and figuring it out, but all I can come up with is that I want someone's numbers to be higher than someone else's numbers. That's it. I am curious what a Superdelegate is, though. And do they wear a costume?
We Washington folks don't get to vote until Saturday. But I got my absentee ballot in the mail yesterday. It's already filled it out. I AM READY!
And! It's Fat Tuesday to boot! Although, I've never really participated in Mardi Gras. Too many people. But I have lots of beads. I could wear those around the house tonight while I'm cleaning and look all festive. Oooh, then I'll put on "Feelin' Good" and prance around, swingin' my hips and twirlin' the beads, Swiffer in hand.......
My mother is having a heart attack right now. I just know it.
Happy Super Fat Tuesday!
(Mmmm, makes me want a cheeseburger.....)
I got about 12 hours of sleep last night. I'm sure that's helping. My headache, be it wine or migraine, is gone. And because I'm feelin' so good, I got my pearls on. My co-workers know it's a good day when I got my pearls on.
And I've got Feelin' Good by Michael Buble running through my head. It kinda makes me wanna strip. I won't though. It's the whole big band boom-chicka-boom thing. Maybe I'll create a playlist on my iPod entitled Strippin'. Get my showgirls thang on.
Where was I?
Oh, right. I'm feelin' good.
And! I'm excited about this whole Super Tuesday thing.
I know!
I've never followed politics. Never. It's confusing and overwhelming and it just bums me out. But then Steve guilted me into voting for the first time in the last presidential election. I think we ended up going through a couple of bottles of wine while watching Dan Rather's coverage, which was unbelievably entertaining. "He swept through the South like a tornado through a trailer park." Fantastic. Dan Ratherisms. And someone compiled them all. Ya gotta love the internet.
So I voted, and I lost and well, I gave up hope.
Ah, but this year is proving to be damned exciting. Hope is almost a tangible thing! I'm checking CNN every half hour (Huckabee wins WV? Really? What the.....?) and looking at numbers that make absolutely no sense to me. I've tried reading up on it and figuring it out, but all I can come up with is that I want someone's numbers to be higher than someone else's numbers. That's it. I am curious what a Superdelegate is, though. And do they wear a costume?
We Washington folks don't get to vote until Saturday. But I got my absentee ballot in the mail yesterday. It's already filled it out. I AM READY!
And! It's Fat Tuesday to boot! Although, I've never really participated in Mardi Gras. Too many people. But I have lots of beads. I could wear those around the house tonight while I'm cleaning and look all festive. Oooh, then I'll put on "Feelin' Good" and prance around, swingin' my hips and twirlin' the beads, Swiffer in hand.......
My mother is having a heart attack right now. I just know it.
Happy Super Fat Tuesday!
(Mmmm, makes me want a cheeseburger.....)
Hope For Ballard
An article in the Seattle Times today gives us apartment renters some hope.
OLYMPIA — Renters forced from their apartments to make way for condominiums would get more time to find a new home and extra money to pay for it under a new law expected to pass the Legislature.
House and Senate bills being considered could require developers to pay many tenants up to three months rent in relocation assistance, provide at least 120 days' notice for a condo conversion, and ban construction work during the notice period.
I didn't know it was the developers who had to offer relocation assistance. And if they would be required to pay three month's rent to the tenant (roughly $2400 per tenant, since rents run around $800 in Ballard), rather than the measly $500, that might make them think differently about starting a project. Maybe? Wishful thinking?
The cap also makes me hopeful. Sure, convert a couple of buildings into condos, but ALL OF THEM? What are those of us who can't even afford to buy a $250,000 studio condo supposed to do? Why, move to Shoreline, of course! It should be a simple concept: don't convert every single apartment building because then there will be no apartments to rent. And these freakin' real estate people think EVERYONE should buy something need to just shut it. Sound investment. Why waste money on rent? Well, that's my choice. Not yours.
*sigh*
Okay, I'm done now. Just needed to get that off my chest.
OLYMPIA — Renters forced from their apartments to make way for condominiums would get more time to find a new home and extra money to pay for it under a new law expected to pass the Legislature.
House and Senate bills being considered could require developers to pay many tenants up to three months rent in relocation assistance, provide at least 120 days' notice for a condo conversion, and ban construction work during the notice period.
I didn't know it was the developers who had to offer relocation assistance. And if they would be required to pay three month's rent to the tenant (roughly $2400 per tenant, since rents run around $800 in Ballard), rather than the measly $500, that might make them think differently about starting a project. Maybe? Wishful thinking?
The cap also makes me hopeful. Sure, convert a couple of buildings into condos, but ALL OF THEM? What are those of us who can't even afford to buy a $250,000 studio condo supposed to do? Why, move to Shoreline, of course! It should be a simple concept: don't convert every single apartment building because then there will be no apartments to rent. And these freakin' real estate people think EVERYONE should buy something need to just shut it. Sound investment. Why waste money on rent? Well, that's my choice. Not yours.
*sigh*
Okay, I'm done now. Just needed to get that off my chest.
Monday, February 4, 2008
The Organizational Junkie Strikes Again
I was keeping my scarves, hats and gloves in a little basket on the shelf in my coat closet. That got to be a major pain in my ass. To the point to where I finally just threw the basket on the living room floor, by the couch, and would sort through it there. It just wasn't worth the effort to put it back up on the shelf every time I took it down to sort through it.
And then it hit me.
A shoe organizer!
And I've organized my stuff according to frequency of use. The top slot is my walking hat and gloves, because I dig for those the most. Next couple of slots are scarves that I wear occasionally, but my everyday scarf is hanging up on the door of the closet on a plastic, adhesive back hook. I don't want to even have to dig first thing in the morning as I'm running out the door. The rest of the slots have maybe three hats in one because I don't wear them that often, so we can lump them together. Same for my foo foo gloves. And my summer hat gets it's own slot.
Actually, I was thinking a clear, back of the door shoe organizer because my cousin, Tricia, has one of those on her bathroom door and it holds her shampoo, sunblock, lotions, etc. But I didn't the the little pouches would be big enough to hold scarves. And I was right. I'm glad I went with this kind of shoe organizer.
You're impressed.
I can tell.
And then it hit me.
A shoe organizer!
And I've organized my stuff according to frequency of use. The top slot is my walking hat and gloves, because I dig for those the most. Next couple of slots are scarves that I wear occasionally, but my everyday scarf is hanging up on the door of the closet on a plastic, adhesive back hook. I don't want to even have to dig first thing in the morning as I'm running out the door. The rest of the slots have maybe three hats in one because I don't wear them that often, so we can lump them together. Same for my foo foo gloves. And my summer hat gets it's own slot.Actually, I was thinking a clear, back of the door shoe organizer because my cousin, Tricia, has one of those on her bathroom door and it holds her shampoo, sunblock, lotions, etc. But I didn't the the little pouches would be big enough to hold scarves. And I was right. I'm glad I went with this kind of shoe organizer.
You're impressed.
I can tell.
Weekend Update
Dinner club on Friday was nice. Lots of gals, lots of food, lots of girl talk. I ended up staying a few hours. I would have loved to have stayed longer, but my head was still killing me. So much so that, while I laid down around 10pm, I didn't actually fall asleep until after midnight. I hate that.
Saturday, I ended up sleeping until almost 1pm. I guess headaches really drain you. I got up, ate something, then laid back down for two hours. So Saturday was shot.
I did go out to my gal's dinner that evening. My friend would have beaten me if I had bailed. And I treated myself a filet mignon wrapped in bacon. Oh boy. Good stuff. And I don't normally eat steak. But since we went a steak house, well, I got the steak. Could have gotten the salmon, but I have salmon all the time. So I got steak.
Afterwards, I swung by the Fiddler's Inn to join the Sheauns and a couple of other friends for some live music. But the headache was back in full swing by this time, so I was very out of it and just wanted to go home. Which I did. Around midnight.
Sunday, I was up early thanks to my upstairs neighbor. Her mother was packing to leave and apparently is not used to having someone living below her. She made no attempt to be quiet at 8:30am. So like it or not, rested or not, headache or not! I was up early.
I went by Target before heading to Shaun's for the superbowl. And I purchased two new lampshades for The Boudoir. No, no lamps. Just the shades. Baby steps.
Then off to watch the SuperBowl.
And here's where it all goes downhill.
Guess whose inner-alcoholic pushed her off the wagon, face first in the mud, and made her drink an entire bottle of wine by herself? And then gave her a camera?
Saturday, I ended up sleeping until almost 1pm. I guess headaches really drain you. I got up, ate something, then laid back down for two hours. So Saturday was shot.
I did go out to my gal's dinner that evening. My friend would have beaten me if I had bailed. And I treated myself a filet mignon wrapped in bacon. Oh boy. Good stuff. And I don't normally eat steak. But since we went a steak house, well, I got the steak. Could have gotten the salmon, but I have salmon all the time. So I got steak.
Afterwards, I swung by the Fiddler's Inn to join the Sheauns and a couple of other friends for some live music. But the headache was back in full swing by this time, so I was very out of it and just wanted to go home. Which I did. Around midnight.
Sunday, I was up early thanks to my upstairs neighbor. Her mother was packing to leave and apparently is not used to having someone living below her. She made no attempt to be quiet at 8:30am. So like it or not, rested or not, headache or not! I was up early.
I went by Target before heading to Shaun's for the superbowl. And I purchased two new lampshades for The Boudoir. No, no lamps. Just the shades. Baby steps.
Then off to watch the SuperBowl.
And here's where it all goes downhill.
Guess whose inner-alcoholic pushed her off the wagon, face first in the mud, and made her drink an entire bottle of wine by herself? And then gave her a camera?
And guess who hid her phone (no drunk texting!) and keys, but kept refilling her glass until we were completely out of wine?
(And then there's the good, sober Rachelle. Crocheting. Not knitting, mind you! Crocheting. There is a difference!)
Yes, quite the SuperBowl party. Shaun let me vent and cry for what felt like hours after Raechelle and Claudia left. Apparently, I still have some pent up emotions that could only be released with a good Cabernet. And those emotions are now all over Shaun's couch pillows. I should wash those for him.
And yes, the game itself was a shocker. Who knew the Giants would actually win? And the poor Patriots! To go alllllll season, undefeated, only to lose in the SuperBowl? Man. I bet they're in a sad state today.
And here we are at Monday. Yes, I still have a headache, but I now can't determine if it's the migraine or a hangover. I'll re-assess the situation tomorrow.
Everything Happens For A Reason
The Lock Vista apartments will not be turned into condos! At least, not right now.
But it's still good that I didn't move in there. My apartment is bigger, brighter and cheaper. Yes, everything happens for a reason.
But it's still good that I didn't move in there. My apartment is bigger, brighter and cheaper. Yes, everything happens for a reason.
Friday, February 1, 2008
"I Don't Drink Coffee, It Gives Me A Headache...."
Apparently, I get migraines. Who knew?
I was watching Lost last night and I got those little squigglies/zigzags in my eyes and couldn't see well for a bit. This happens maybe twice a year. And I thought, oh, the headache will be here shortly. I didn't have anything to take (except hydrocodon and I thought that might be overkill) so I just went to bed. Woke up this morning and holy crap. I could barely open my eyes. Blowdrying my hair made me want to scream. Went in to work late.
Made it two hours. I closed the door in my office, turned off the lights and put in ear plugs (god bless the MRI techs) but the automatic door down the hall was still too much noise. Finally, one of my supervisors said to just go home. I wasn't being the least bit productive. And no one else was either because when I woke up at 5:30 this evening and checked my work email, I had six new emails. Since 11:30am. And none of them needed any action. They were merely FYIs (actually, four of them were morons replying to all with "Yes, I'm free at 2pm." Don't reply all for that kind of shit. It just contributes to the already massive number of emails people get.)
Yes, quiet day at the office.
The headache is better, but my eyes are still sensitive. I can't help but squint. And now I have to run off to dinner club (13 women, tons of food). I should skip it, but this is almost like going to a business meeting. I need to network, meet people, be social with strangers. And I made greenbean casserole. The theme is Recipes on Packaging.
So, I'll hang out for an hour or so, then back home, back to bed.
Happy Friday.
I was watching Lost last night and I got those little squigglies/zigzags in my eyes and couldn't see well for a bit. This happens maybe twice a year. And I thought, oh, the headache will be here shortly. I didn't have anything to take (except hydrocodon and I thought that might be overkill) so I just went to bed. Woke up this morning and holy crap. I could barely open my eyes. Blowdrying my hair made me want to scream. Went in to work late.
Made it two hours. I closed the door in my office, turned off the lights and put in ear plugs (god bless the MRI techs) but the automatic door down the hall was still too much noise. Finally, one of my supervisors said to just go home. I wasn't being the least bit productive. And no one else was either because when I woke up at 5:30 this evening and checked my work email, I had six new emails. Since 11:30am. And none of them needed any action. They were merely FYIs (actually, four of them were morons replying to all with "Yes, I'm free at 2pm." Don't reply all for that kind of shit. It just contributes to the already massive number of emails people get.)
Yes, quiet day at the office.
The headache is better, but my eyes are still sensitive. I can't help but squint. And now I have to run off to dinner club (13 women, tons of food). I should skip it, but this is almost like going to a business meeting. I need to network, meet people, be social with strangers. And I made greenbean casserole. The theme is Recipes on Packaging.
So, I'll hang out for an hour or so, then back home, back to bed.
Happy Friday.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
How To Eat For Free
We had one of our quarterly meetings yesterday. I ordered boxed lunches for this meeting, so I got fed along with everyone else. And, as always, there were five or six lunches left over. So, after the meeting, I snagged one of the leftovers, wrote my name on it and stuck it in the fridge for today.
This particular boxed lunch had a veggie sandwich that is the size of a baby's head, and a pasta salad, which is normally too much to eat in one sitting. So, right there is four lunches. I'm good for the rest of the week.
Then, this morning, there was a training session for the techs before I arrived to work and the trainer brought breakfast. Normally when these guests bring "breakfast" they bring a big bag of bagels with some schmear. Big whoop.
But THIS trainer brought a crapload of Costco muffins (also roughly the size of a baby's head), 40 or 50 Yoplait yogurts and a ton of juice boxes. And I had ordered coffee. So, imagine my surprise when I went into the kitchen before my 8am meeting and saw this leftover breakfast laid out before me. I grabbed a couple of yogurts, wrote my name on them and put them in the fridge, and I grabbed a pumpkin/chocolate muffin (which was way too big to actually finish) to start my day and filled up my coffee cup.
All in all, not a bad Wednesday.
This particular boxed lunch had a veggie sandwich that is the size of a baby's head, and a pasta salad, which is normally too much to eat in one sitting. So, right there is four lunches. I'm good for the rest of the week.
Then, this morning, there was a training session for the techs before I arrived to work and the trainer brought breakfast. Normally when these guests bring "breakfast" they bring a big bag of bagels with some schmear. Big whoop.
But THIS trainer brought a crapload of Costco muffins (also roughly the size of a baby's head), 40 or 50 Yoplait yogurts and a ton of juice boxes. And I had ordered coffee. So, imagine my surprise when I went into the kitchen before my 8am meeting and saw this leftover breakfast laid out before me. I grabbed a couple of yogurts, wrote my name on them and put them in the fridge, and I grabbed a pumpkin/chocolate muffin (which was way too big to actually finish) to start my day and filled up my coffee cup.
All in all, not a bad Wednesday.
Survey Says.....
Screw him!
Pushy prick boy is not deserving of my forgiveness as apparently, he thinks he's done nothing wrong and, as Shaun so eloquently put it, "Blanket forgiveness without him acknowledging the problem gives tact approval to the behavior - like enabling a drug addict."
Which makes me see that regardless of how I choose to handle him, it does not affect how my friends handle me. I actually have remorse for my actions, I acknowledge my mistakes and I am responding to them in the best way I know how. Pushy prick boy really hasn't acknowledged anything. And apparently, he has learned nothing.
I have this quote on my fridge:
"Mistakes are a fact of life. It is the response to error that counts." --- Nikki Giovanni
(I like this quote of her's too. After denying the fact that cancer has made her a better person - "If it takes a near-death experience for you to appreciate your life, you're wasting somebody's time.")
So! Stick a fork in it, it's done.
On to the next issue.......
Pushy prick boy is not deserving of my forgiveness as apparently, he thinks he's done nothing wrong and, as Shaun so eloquently put it, "Blanket forgiveness without him acknowledging the problem gives tact approval to the behavior - like enabling a drug addict."
Which makes me see that regardless of how I choose to handle him, it does not affect how my friends handle me. I actually have remorse for my actions, I acknowledge my mistakes and I am responding to them in the best way I know how. Pushy prick boy really hasn't acknowledged anything. And apparently, he has learned nothing.
I have this quote on my fridge:
"Mistakes are a fact of life. It is the response to error that counts." --- Nikki Giovanni
(I like this quote of her's too. After denying the fact that cancer has made her a better person - "If it takes a near-death experience for you to appreciate your life, you're wasting somebody's time.")
So! Stick a fork in it, it's done.
On to the next issue.......
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Forgiveness
Well, first, I would like to ask forgiveness for the gluttonous feast that was dinner.
Anthony's is having it's Lobster Fest. Oy. A prefix menu that includes a starter (chowder or a salad - of course I went for the chowder because only pansies go for the salad at a prefix) and then an entree of lobster tail with potatoes and a veggie for the low, low price of $19.95. Add dessert (cheesecake with a raspberry sauce) and a glass of champagne and you have one nauseous chick. Oh gawd. Jamie has some great ideas, but I always end up hurting somehow afterwards. Ya gotta love her.
Now, a little epiphany (see: tangent) about forgiveness.
As you may recall, I've had a bad year. In addition to ending a six year relationship and turning my simple little world upside down, I did some very bad things. I made some mistakes. I lied to some friends. I lied to some people who were more than friends. I cried alot. I drank alot. I took pretty pink prescription pills.
But I survived (and I'm no longer taking the pretty pink pills). I've grown, I've learned and (hopefully) I've come though a better person. Most of my friends have scolded me, then forgiven me and we've moved on. But I feel like there are a couple people still on the fence. I know they love me, but I also know I hurt them more than I ever thought I could. I know they've almost forgiven me, and I'm so very grateful, but I'm wondering what needs to be done to push them over the fence so we can move on.
Now, the flip side.
Remember the "friend" I met down at the Lock & Keel to play pool with back in July? I thought we were just hangin' out, shootin' some pool, but he thought it was a full on date and he was all over me. And, though I didn't mention it at the time, he kissed me when he walked, er followed, me to my car. Quite forcibly. And it freaked me out.
Unfortunately, this guy works in my building so I have to see him occasionally. For the first month after that night, I wouldn't even look at him. Before this incident, I used to joke with him, but, ha! No more of that. Then, one day he stopped in my office and said, "So I guess you hate me now?"
Um. You could say that.
No apologies for being a pushy prick, just a flippant remark. Which made me even angrier. I said, "No, I don't hate you. But I don't like you very much. You made me extremely uncomfortable so I'd just rather not talk to you anymore." His reply? "Yeah, I was a bit pushy....." No apology.
So that was that.
Except lately, he seems to think we're okay. He thinks because it's been seven months, I should be over it. He's even referred to me as "hot stuff", like he did post-pushy prick incident. He invited me to his birthday party. He asks if I have plans on the weekend. He's just not getting the hint. I'm not rude to him (although my co-workers say I should be). I make extremely small talk, only if I must, then I walk away.
Here's where fate and karma and the universe speak to me and I get all deep. Cue the spiritual music and mystical chimes.
Am I supposed to forgive this person and give him a second chance? Even though I think he is an absolute creep? I'm asking for forgiveness and a second chance from people (and I know they think I'm a creep in some ways), but I feel like the process is stuck. Is it because I can't seem to do the same thing that I'm asking of people? Is the universe saying "How do you expect your friends to forgive you and give you a second chance if you can't do the same thing?"
The thing is, I don't think this guy is worthy of a second chance. I think he's slimy and creepy and icky. I think giving him a second chance at just being my friend would only encourage him to be more creepy toward me. It would be like giving him permission to go back to calling me hot stuff (which makes my stomach turn) and flirting with me. I don't want that relationship with him. Forgiving him would be like saying, oh, it's okay. No biggie.
It's not okay.
But if I don't forgive him, I don't think my friends are going to forgive me. I think they feel the same way. I think they feel like by forgiving me and giving me a second chance, they're basically saying, oh, it's okay. La la la. Regardless of the difference in situations, regardless of "how wrong" something is. Hurt is hurt and forgiveness is forgiveness.
I really think this is one of those tests.
So, my Carrie Bradshaw moment:
Can I swallow my pride, and my hurt, and forgive this guy? Will my friends be able to swallow their pride, and their hurt, and forgive me?
Stay tuned.
Your local news is next.....
Anthony's is having it's Lobster Fest. Oy. A prefix menu that includes a starter (chowder or a salad - of course I went for the chowder because only pansies go for the salad at a prefix) and then an entree of lobster tail with potatoes and a veggie for the low, low price of $19.95. Add dessert (cheesecake with a raspberry sauce) and a glass of champagne and you have one nauseous chick. Oh gawd. Jamie has some great ideas, but I always end up hurting somehow afterwards. Ya gotta love her.
Now, a little epiphany (see: tangent) about forgiveness.
As you may recall, I've had a bad year. In addition to ending a six year relationship and turning my simple little world upside down, I did some very bad things. I made some mistakes. I lied to some friends. I lied to some people who were more than friends. I cried alot. I drank alot. I took pretty pink prescription pills.
But I survived (and I'm no longer taking the pretty pink pills). I've grown, I've learned and (hopefully) I've come though a better person. Most of my friends have scolded me, then forgiven me and we've moved on. But I feel like there are a couple people still on the fence. I know they love me, but I also know I hurt them more than I ever thought I could. I know they've almost forgiven me, and I'm so very grateful, but I'm wondering what needs to be done to push them over the fence so we can move on.
Now, the flip side.
Remember the "friend" I met down at the Lock & Keel to play pool with back in July? I thought we were just hangin' out, shootin' some pool, but he thought it was a full on date and he was all over me. And, though I didn't mention it at the time, he kissed me when he walked, er followed, me to my car. Quite forcibly. And it freaked me out.
Unfortunately, this guy works in my building so I have to see him occasionally. For the first month after that night, I wouldn't even look at him. Before this incident, I used to joke with him, but, ha! No more of that. Then, one day he stopped in my office and said, "So I guess you hate me now?"
Um. You could say that.
No apologies for being a pushy prick, just a flippant remark. Which made me even angrier. I said, "No, I don't hate you. But I don't like you very much. You made me extremely uncomfortable so I'd just rather not talk to you anymore." His reply? "Yeah, I was a bit pushy....." No apology.
So that was that.
Except lately, he seems to think we're okay. He thinks because it's been seven months, I should be over it. He's even referred to me as "hot stuff", like he did post-pushy prick incident. He invited me to his birthday party. He asks if I have plans on the weekend. He's just not getting the hint. I'm not rude to him (although my co-workers say I should be). I make extremely small talk, only if I must, then I walk away.
Here's where fate and karma and the universe speak to me and I get all deep. Cue the spiritual music and mystical chimes.
Am I supposed to forgive this person and give him a second chance? Even though I think he is an absolute creep? I'm asking for forgiveness and a second chance from people (and I know they think I'm a creep in some ways), but I feel like the process is stuck. Is it because I can't seem to do the same thing that I'm asking of people? Is the universe saying "How do you expect your friends to forgive you and give you a second chance if you can't do the same thing?"
The thing is, I don't think this guy is worthy of a second chance. I think he's slimy and creepy and icky. I think giving him a second chance at just being my friend would only encourage him to be more creepy toward me. It would be like giving him permission to go back to calling me hot stuff (which makes my stomach turn) and flirting with me. I don't want that relationship with him. Forgiving him would be like saying, oh, it's okay. No biggie.
It's not okay.
But if I don't forgive him, I don't think my friends are going to forgive me. I think they feel the same way. I think they feel like by forgiving me and giving me a second chance, they're basically saying, oh, it's okay. La la la. Regardless of the difference in situations, regardless of "how wrong" something is. Hurt is hurt and forgiveness is forgiveness.
I really think this is one of those tests.
So, my Carrie Bradshaw moment:
Can I swallow my pride, and my hurt, and forgive this guy? Will my friends be able to swallow their pride, and their hurt, and forgive me?
Stay tuned.
Your local news is next.....
Monday, January 28, 2008
Four Things
Because I haven't done this one yet:
4 jobs that I have held:
Golf ball picker-upper at a driving range
Ballroom dance instructor
Montessori school assistant
Cleaning Enthusiast
4 movies that I would watch over and over:
When Harry Met Sally
The Wedding Singer
Shaun of the Dead
Hedwig and the Angry Inch
4 places I have lived:
A houseboat
A duplex
An apartment
A fourplex
(that's not really what they mean, is it? Oh, okay. Texas & Washington. I suck.)
4 shows that I watch:
Seinfeld
Lost (when it's actually on)
Family Guy
Friends
4 places I have been:
Outside Rosie O'Donnell's house in Nyack, NY
Inside Gucci on Rodeo Drive
The Famous Tootsie's in Nashville
On top of a butte in Eugene, Oregon (the only thing I've ever "summited" in my life. I thought I was going to die.)
4 of my favorite foods:
Sushi
Pagliacci's salmon primo pizza
Rosita's vegetarian chimichangas
Lamb (Yeah, I said it. LAMB. So there.)
4 places I would rather be (right now):
In a cabin, in the snowy mountains, in front of a fire (I'm freakin' freezing.)
In a hot tub (I'm very, very cold. It's 36 degrees here.)
In a four star hotel overlooking the water....somewhere. Don't care where.
In the arms of a sweet, sweet man (okay, I ran out of ideas....and I'm not a beach kinda girl)
4 people who email me the most:
My mom
Jamie
Wendy
Rachelle
4 people who I think will respond to this are:
No one, cause I didn't email it to anyone.
Although I don't think Tricia has this meme on her blog yet, so maybe she'll post it.
4 things I am looking forward to this year:
Wearing shorts (15 lbs thinner!)
Partying this summer with my new friends
Visiting Nestorville (hopefully)
Dating someone who thinks I'm fabulous and lets me know it
4 jobs that I have held:
Golf ball picker-upper at a driving range
Ballroom dance instructor
Montessori school assistant
Cleaning Enthusiast
4 movies that I would watch over and over:
When Harry Met Sally
The Wedding Singer
Shaun of the Dead
Hedwig and the Angry Inch
4 places I have lived:
A houseboat
A duplex
An apartment
A fourplex
(that's not really what they mean, is it? Oh, okay. Texas & Washington. I suck.)
4 shows that I watch:
Seinfeld
Lost (when it's actually on)
Family Guy
Friends
4 places I have been:
Outside Rosie O'Donnell's house in Nyack, NY
Inside Gucci on Rodeo Drive
The Famous Tootsie's in Nashville
On top of a butte in Eugene, Oregon (the only thing I've ever "summited" in my life. I thought I was going to die.)
4 of my favorite foods:
Sushi
Pagliacci's salmon primo pizza
Rosita's vegetarian chimichangas
Lamb (Yeah, I said it. LAMB. So there.)
4 places I would rather be (right now):
In a cabin, in the snowy mountains, in front of a fire (I'm freakin' freezing.)
In a hot tub (I'm very, very cold. It's 36 degrees here.)
In a four star hotel overlooking the water....somewhere. Don't care where.
In the arms of a sweet, sweet man (okay, I ran out of ideas....and I'm not a beach kinda girl)
4 people who email me the most:
My mom
Jamie
Wendy
Rachelle
4 people who I think will respond to this are:
No one, cause I didn't email it to anyone.
Although I don't think Tricia has this meme on her blog yet, so maybe she'll post it.
4 things I am looking forward to this year:
Wearing shorts (15 lbs thinner!)
Partying this summer with my new friends
Visiting Nestorville (hopefully)
Dating someone who thinks I'm fabulous and lets me know it
My New Mantra
Robin from How I Met Your Mother, explaining why she's wearing knee high boots on her date (because she didn't shave her legs):
"If I don't shave, I must behave."
I like it.
"If I don't shave, I must behave."
I like it.
I Don't Need No Stinkin' Man, Part II
I bought a new dresser. For the boudoir.
Because this is my old dresser:
Because this is my old dresser:
Jamie saw this and said, "Um, I like how you have easy access to your socks." Funny.
This new dresser came in two boxes from Ikea. It looked very daunting.
Oh, but no.
I am woman. Hear me roar. Yep, that's right.
ALL BY MYSELF!
Snazzy, huh?
And! Ikea has these nifty drawer organizers. It was a party here this evening!
I have all the dainties in one box (and I'm not afraid to post a picture of them on the internet), white footie socks in one box, work socks in one box, etc. It's an organizers dream!
Sauerkraut
I think I'm having a stroke. I'm smelling sauerkraut. And that's just weird.
Funny thing though, sauerkraut and hot dogs were meal in the Marsh household when I was growing up. And while the smell of sauerkraut makes me sick, it does bring back fond memories. I don't really eat hot dogs either, except from the little stands on Old Ballard Avenue at 1 in the morning after a few drinks. And I think sauerkraut is one of the toppings. I never get it though. Just a little mustard and a little ketchup.
Cream cheese is a topping option, too. I hear it's a New York thing. My east coast friends say that's a load of crap. I must have an east coast reader or two. Do you guys put cream cheese on your dogs?
Funny thing though, sauerkraut and hot dogs were meal in the Marsh household when I was growing up. And while the smell of sauerkraut makes me sick, it does bring back fond memories. I don't really eat hot dogs either, except from the little stands on Old Ballard Avenue at 1 in the morning after a few drinks. And I think sauerkraut is one of the toppings. I never get it though. Just a little mustard and a little ketchup.
Cream cheese is a topping option, too. I hear it's a New York thing. My east coast friends say that's a load of crap. I must have an east coast reader or two. Do you guys put cream cheese on your dogs?
Choc.O.Late
Do they make Mr. Goodbar and Krackle in a normal size candy bar anymore, or are they just strictly a miniature thing now? I don't know.
Yes, I'm eating chocolate. What of it?
Yes, I'm eating chocolate. What of it?
Friday, January 25, 2008
The Stimulus Plan
I do not understand this stimulus plan.
We get money in the mail and then we go spend the money, preferably on frivolous things, and suddenly the economy is stimulated? By money that was taken out of some government account? Isn't the government in debt? So, are they just going to print out more bills? Cause they can do that, right?
It kind of sounds like, me buying presents for all of my friends (wooing them, if you will), in hopes that they will, in turn, buy me a present. If I had all that money (billions) to buy them presents, why wouldn't I just go out and buy my own damn present?
I hate to be unpatriotic, but I will not be frivolously spending my little check this summer. I will proabably pay down some credit card debt or my student loan. Wouldn't it be funny if every single person who got a check put it toward their credit card bill?
George would be sitting back, saying, "Waita minute. The economy ain't stimulated? But we sent them checks. Didn't they buy cars and XBoxes? They were SUPPOSED to buy cars and XBoxes!"
Maybe there will be instructions with our checks.
We get money in the mail and then we go spend the money, preferably on frivolous things, and suddenly the economy is stimulated? By money that was taken out of some government account? Isn't the government in debt? So, are they just going to print out more bills? Cause they can do that, right?
It kind of sounds like, me buying presents for all of my friends (wooing them, if you will), in hopes that they will, in turn, buy me a present. If I had all that money (billions) to buy them presents, why wouldn't I just go out and buy my own damn present?
I hate to be unpatriotic, but I will not be frivolously spending my little check this summer. I will proabably pay down some credit card debt or my student loan. Wouldn't it be funny if every single person who got a check put it toward their credit card bill?
George would be sitting back, saying, "Waita minute. The economy ain't stimulated? But we sent them checks. Didn't they buy cars and XBoxes? They were SUPPOSED to buy cars and XBoxes!"
Maybe there will be instructions with our checks.
Heels and Puffy Coats
You guys are funny. My stories of my boot addiction get the most comments.
Here's a picture for Carrie, because she's new:
See, I got heels. I got LOTSA heels. Bulky heels, stiletto heels, go-go heels. I got 'em all.
But a girl needs an everyday boot. One she can throw on with a simple black skirt and t-shirt and spend the day walking around a market. Without hobbling at any point.
And speaking of new boots, Jamie and I got a wild hair after all this boot talk on our walk last night and headed to Northgate. That's why I love Jamie. At 7pm on a Thursday night, she says, "We may have to go shopping." I said, "Now?" She said, "Why not?" Fantastic!
The $29 Baker boots were a bust. Comfy, but they sagged around my ankles. Even the sales girl said she wouldn't wear them. Jamie says it's just because my legs are too thin. Another reason why I love her.
So I came home empty handed.
*sniff*
But that's probably best, because Rachelle, Val and I are headed to the outlet mall tomorrow. Eddie Bauer has their puffy coats on sale (does anyone else immediately think of George's Gortex coat?) and I've been on a puffy coat kick lately. You know about my kicks. Once I get something in my head, it's stuck there. The only coats I have are my more formal wool coats (and my full length orange leather coat that I haven't worn in two years). I want a casual coat that's a bit more hip than a wool peacoat. And these puppies are warm. Full of down.
And then at some point, I need to buy a dresser. Mine broke. The front of my sock drawer came off. I'm sure there's a way to fix it, but I don't know how and this thing is ugly and it simply does not fit in the vision I have for my boudoir. I'm a single gal - I need to create a love nest. A powder blue laminate dresser that came with my very first Seattle apartment does not say "love nest". It says "I've had the same dresser since I was six years old and I've never had a boy in my bedroom."
So, you can see why I need a new dresser.
Here's a picture for Carrie, because she's new:
See, I got heels. I got LOTSA heels. Bulky heels, stiletto heels, go-go heels. I got 'em all. But a girl needs an everyday boot. One she can throw on with a simple black skirt and t-shirt and spend the day walking around a market. Without hobbling at any point.
And speaking of new boots, Jamie and I got a wild hair after all this boot talk on our walk last night and headed to Northgate. That's why I love Jamie. At 7pm on a Thursday night, she says, "We may have to go shopping." I said, "Now?" She said, "Why not?" Fantastic!
The $29 Baker boots were a bust. Comfy, but they sagged around my ankles. Even the sales girl said she wouldn't wear them. Jamie says it's just because my legs are too thin. Another reason why I love her.
So I came home empty handed.
*sniff*
But that's probably best, because Rachelle, Val and I are headed to the outlet mall tomorrow. Eddie Bauer has their puffy coats on sale (does anyone else immediately think of George's Gortex coat?) and I've been on a puffy coat kick lately. You know about my kicks. Once I get something in my head, it's stuck there. The only coats I have are my more formal wool coats (and my full length orange leather coat that I haven't worn in two years). I want a casual coat that's a bit more hip than a wool peacoat. And these puppies are warm. Full of down.
And then at some point, I need to buy a dresser. Mine broke. The front of my sock drawer came off. I'm sure there's a way to fix it, but I don't know how and this thing is ugly and it simply does not fit in the vision I have for my boudoir. I'm a single gal - I need to create a love nest. A powder blue laminate dresser that came with my very first Seattle apartment does not say "love nest". It says "I've had the same dresser since I was six years old and I've never had a boy in my bedroom."
So, you can see why I need a new dresser.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
If You Need Me, I'll Be In Rehab
I'm boot shopping again.
I've only worn the wedge heel boots I just bought once. And now I think I need another pair. Flat ones.
Like these:
I've only worn the wedge heel boots I just bought once. And now I think I need another pair. Flat ones.
Like these:
Patent leather. Ooooh. Only $235. And they have them in red......
Ah, but then:
More practical. $180.
But oh. Baker's is having a 50% sale!
A mere $29:
We may have a winner. And it's only one dinner out. I can skip a dinner out......
And now I have Rehab, by Amy Winehouse, stuck in my head.
"Try to make me go to rehab, I said no, no, no....."
More Hair Talk
Twice this week, someone has come up to me and said, "Your hair is getting so long! Are you intentionally growing it out?!"
Why is my hair growing such a big shock to everyone? Hair does that. It grows. It's an amazing thing, isn't it? But people are just so surprised by it. I don't remember ever saying, "Oh, let's see how long I can get my hair. Can I get it down to my knees?" That's not the real reason for it's length.
The real reason is that the woman who cuts my hair charges $65 a pop. And that's a lot of money to just cut an inch or two off to clean it up. So, I go in about once or twice a year and have her shape it. And she's so good, the shape lasts for months. That's all it really needs at this point.
And the real, real reason? The boys like the long hair.
And I'm likin' the boys likin' me right now.
Why is my hair growing such a big shock to everyone? Hair does that. It grows. It's an amazing thing, isn't it? But people are just so surprised by it. I don't remember ever saying, "Oh, let's see how long I can get my hair. Can I get it down to my knees?" That's not the real reason for it's length.
The real reason is that the woman who cuts my hair charges $65 a pop. And that's a lot of money to just cut an inch or two off to clean it up. So, I go in about once or twice a year and have her shape it. And she's so good, the shape lasts for months. That's all it really needs at this point.
And the real, real reason? The boys like the long hair.
And I'm likin' the boys likin' me right now.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
I Want To Be The Flower, Dammit!
I had lunch with Jamie today and the discussion turned, of course, to relationships and the careful cultivation required. Eventually the metaphor of gardening came up and the more we talked about it, the more it fit so perfectly.
Relationships are like gardening. You plant the seed. You wait. You learn that certain plants take certain care - some thrive on water and sun, some thrive on minimal light and little water. You just have to know your plant. Know what your plant needs.
And, as Jamie said, it takes manure. A lot of manure.
She's currently in the manure phase.
Someone once said, "There are flowers and there are gardeners." I'm ready to be a flower. I've killed cacti in the past. I have no green thumb. Actually, would it be a red or pink thumb if we're still talking about relationships? That conjures up the vision of an infected or inflamed thumb, which also kind of reminds of relationships and how when you slip and hit yourself........ Wait......I'm getting off topic......
Anyway, I may be doomed. I am no gardener.
But I have manure, so I got that goin' for me.
Relationships are like gardening. You plant the seed. You wait. You learn that certain plants take certain care - some thrive on water and sun, some thrive on minimal light and little water. You just have to know your plant. Know what your plant needs.
And, as Jamie said, it takes manure. A lot of manure.
She's currently in the manure phase.
Someone once said, "There are flowers and there are gardeners." I'm ready to be a flower. I've killed cacti in the past. I have no green thumb. Actually, would it be a red or pink thumb if we're still talking about relationships? That conjures up the vision of an infected or inflamed thumb, which also kind of reminds of relationships and how when you slip and hit yourself........ Wait......I'm getting off topic......
Anyway, I may be doomed. I am no gardener.
But I have manure, so I got that goin' for me.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I Aspire To Be On A Bandwagon And I Didn't Even Know It
I've been saying I want to dye my hair red. Flat out red. No highlights. No foiling. But just all over red. And my bangs are growing out, so they're starting to swoop over to the side. Not as much as the pictures below, because I don't have enough product to get them to stay like that.
In my web surfing today, I've noticed a pattern.
I watched Superbad last night, and this is Emma Stone, who played Jules:
A Fine Frenzy's "Almost Lover" has been playing non-stop on my iPod for two months now. This is the lead singer, Alison Sudol:
Along with "Almost Lover", Rilo Kiley's "Portion for Foxes" is on constant play as well. I know, how can I play both songs constantly? Well, one is fast, one is slow. Depends on my mood. Anyway, this is Jenny Lewis, lead singer of Rilo Kiley:
There is a definite trend. And, to me, they all look like my cousin, Kristin. Why couldn't I have gotten the red hair gene?
This is how interesting my day is.
In my web surfing today, I've noticed a pattern.
I watched Superbad last night, and this is Emma Stone, who played Jules:
A Fine Frenzy's "Almost Lover" has been playing non-stop on my iPod for two months now. This is the lead singer, Alison Sudol:
Along with "Almost Lover", Rilo Kiley's "Portion for Foxes" is on constant play as well. I know, how can I play both songs constantly? Well, one is fast, one is slow. Depends on my mood. Anyway, this is Jenny Lewis, lead singer of Rilo Kiley:
There is a definite trend. And, to me, they all look like my cousin, Kristin. Why couldn't I have gotten the red hair gene?This is how interesting my day is.
Wine + Chocolate = Life's Band Aid
How does a formerly depressed party girl handle the bugger of a curve ball that life has just thrown at her?
She goes to Ray's Boathouse with Jamie and has two glasses of wine and big ol' piece of chocolate carmel cake for lunch.
Now, she gives herself permission for this midday overindulgence because 1) she is in a safe environment with her girlfriend 2) there are no cute boys around inwhich to lure her into a precarious situation (well, there are, but Jamie is a true friend and nips that in the bud before Party Girl can even say "Hey baby!") and 3) she leaves her cell phone at home so she cannot drunk text or dial anyone of importance. Our Party Girl has taken all necessary precautions.
It must have been an okay decision because life is looking much better this morning. And our Party Girl has survived relatively unscathed.
Except for a slightly bruised heart.
She goes to Ray's Boathouse with Jamie and has two glasses of wine and big ol' piece of chocolate carmel cake for lunch.
Now, she gives herself permission for this midday overindulgence because 1) she is in a safe environment with her girlfriend 2) there are no cute boys around inwhich to lure her into a precarious situation (well, there are, but Jamie is a true friend and nips that in the bud before Party Girl can even say "Hey baby!") and 3) she leaves her cell phone at home so she cannot drunk text or dial anyone of importance. Our Party Girl has taken all necessary precautions.
It must have been an okay decision because life is looking much better this morning. And our Party Girl has survived relatively unscathed.
Except for a slightly bruised heart.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Why I'm More Than Happy To Pay People To Sew For Me
I sewed my curtain tonight. I had doublesided tape holding the seam together, but when the curtain got stuck in the vacuum this evening because the doublesided tape was no longer working and the curtain was hanging lower because the seam was ripped, I decided to just stitch it up real quick.
My battle cry? "How hard can it be?!"
Actually, not hard at all. Not pretty at all, either. But when the curtain is hanging, you can't even tell that 1) I used yellow thread because it was the closest match to the green curtain and 2) the seam is far from straight.
Just call me the happy homemaker.
My battle cry? "How hard can it be?!"
Actually, not hard at all. Not pretty at all, either. But when the curtain is hanging, you can't even tell that 1) I used yellow thread because it was the closest match to the green curtain and 2) the seam is far from straight.
Just call me the happy homemaker.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Quote of the Day
Blond teenage girl, shopping for formal dresses at Ross with her friend:
"I don't know if I want to roller skate in a strapless dress...."
I chuckled. They heard me and looked over.
I said "That sounds like a very bad idea to me."
The friend said, "Yeah. I think so, too."
"I don't know if I want to roller skate in a strapless dress...."
I chuckled. They heard me and looked over.
I said "That sounds like a very bad idea to me."
The friend said, "Yeah. I think so, too."
Friday, January 18, 2008
Suddenly, I'm Outgoing!
I took a ballet class with Jamie tonight.
Yes, really.
An adult, level II/III class. And it kicked my ass. The warm ups were somewhat easy. I remembered all of the poses (did I tell you I took ballet at the Unviersity of Houston? That and algebra. I needed two classes to actually be enrolled. I ended up first at the bar. And I failed algebra.) and could do the plies. But, oy the keeping up part. I can never remember where my arms need to go. Up, side, front.....ack. It's hard enough remembering where my leg is supposed to go.
I got through the first couple of exercises okay but had no problem just stopping and staring at the other dancers' feet to see what they were doing when I was completely lost, which was most of the time. The exercises would normally end with a balance stance. And I got balance. I can balance like nobody's business. So, I'd just wait for that part to roll around.
Jamie, however, was amazing. She hasn't taken a class in I can't remember how many years, but she stuck in there until the bitter end, when they were doing hops and quick, triple time kicks. Amazing. I didn't even pretend to keep up at that point. I just stood off to the side, balancing (cause I'm awesome) and watching.
Every time she'd look at me, I'd just mouth "I want child's pose..."
The next class will be ballroom dancing. I need to be in my element for a change. Either that, or I'll make Jamie sing at an open mic.
Yes, really.
An adult, level II/III class. And it kicked my ass. The warm ups were somewhat easy. I remembered all of the poses (did I tell you I took ballet at the Unviersity of Houston? That and algebra. I needed two classes to actually be enrolled. I ended up first at the bar. And I failed algebra.) and could do the plies. But, oy the keeping up part. I can never remember where my arms need to go. Up, side, front.....ack. It's hard enough remembering where my leg is supposed to go.
I got through the first couple of exercises okay but had no problem just stopping and staring at the other dancers' feet to see what they were doing when I was completely lost, which was most of the time. The exercises would normally end with a balance stance. And I got balance. I can balance like nobody's business. So, I'd just wait for that part to roll around.
Jamie, however, was amazing. She hasn't taken a class in I can't remember how many years, but she stuck in there until the bitter end, when they were doing hops and quick, triple time kicks. Amazing. I didn't even pretend to keep up at that point. I just stood off to the side, balancing (cause I'm awesome) and watching.
Every time she'd look at me, I'd just mouth "I want child's pose..."
The next class will be ballroom dancing. I need to be in my element for a change. Either that, or I'll make Jamie sing at an open mic.
Warning Signs
I have handwritten signs that I post on my door when it's closed. One says "Lunch", one says "I'm here, just busy. Feel free to knock."
And then there's the infamous "Do Not Disturb" sign, which has gotten used quite frequently this week. So much so, that the edges of the paper are torn and the tape has repeatedly ripped off the page because I yank the sign down with a little too much force.
Someone just popped into my office and, after seeing my collection of battered signs, said, "You should print up some pretty signs and have them laminated."
So that's one of my projects today. Designing signs.
This one is my favorite, hands down.
I was told it's scary, but also evokes pity for me.
Perfect.
Ya gotta love fonts.
And then there's the infamous "Do Not Disturb" sign, which has gotten used quite frequently this week. So much so, that the edges of the paper are torn and the tape has repeatedly ripped off the page because I yank the sign down with a little too much force.
Someone just popped into my office and, after seeing my collection of battered signs, said, "You should print up some pretty signs and have them laminated."
So that's one of my projects today. Designing signs.
This one is my favorite, hands down.
I was told it's scary, but also evokes pity for me.Perfect.
Ya gotta love fonts.
Coffee Crisis
The bistro in my building has recently started charging twenty five cents for coffee refills, after having free refills for the past six years. This twenty five cents is not a big deal to most people, but for those of us who are flat out addicts, it can be a crisis.
I grabbed my wallet at refill time this morning and found I only had five cents. Uh oh. You would think this might be helpful to me. Maybe get me to stop at one cup of coffee.
Ha. You don't know me at all, do you?
No sir. I use my feminine wiles and my pearls to hit the boys up for quarters. And I tell them it's really in their best interest to give me refill money because without that refill, my caffine level is sub-par and that makes Raechelle very cranky.
And the boys know this now. I don't even have to finish my sentence. They see me coming, pearls swinging, empty coffee cup in hand and they start digging through their pockets.
My boys like to keep me happy. Why would I ever think of leaving my job?
Why Isn't This Week Over Yet?
Okay, all you astrology buffs. What the hell is up with the universe this week? Is Mars in retrograde? Is Neptune out of alignment? Maybe the moon has the sniffles? And once you tell me what's going on, can you tell me when it will be over?
This week has been crazy. Emails popping up constantly, my phone ringing constantly, people popping into my office constantly, me threatening to throw my stapler at people popping into my office constantly. It's like the earth is spinning at 10 times it's normal speed. I have acquired three hours of overtime this week. Me! Overtime! Oh, I'm not getting the overtime. No. I just leave early. Much better for my mental health than money.
I'm not one of those people who whines about "Oh, I was here until 7pm last night, and oh, I got here at 6:30am this morning, and oh, golly, I'm so important around here....". Even though, apparently, I am very important around here. Things would not get found. Why, just this morning, my boss called and asked where the fiscal year financial book for 06/07 was.
Me: "I don't know. You keep those in your office. Right above your head. In the binder I labeled for you - Fiscal Year O6/07."
Boss Lady: "Well, the binder isn't here. I have FY 07/08 and 05/06. No 06/07."
Me: "Have you checked in your closet?"
BL: "I need the statements for June 06 and it's not here. I have FY 07/08 and 05/06. No 06/07."
Me: "Have you checked in your closet?"
BL: "Do you have the binder in your office?"
Me: "No. I don't keep any of that stuff in my office. Have you maybe checked in your closet?"
BL: "I don't know where I would have put that binder. Can you come look, see if I'm overlooking it?"
Me: "Okay, I'll come check your closet."
When I go into her office, guess where she is?
In her closet.
BL: "Oh! Here it is. Did you put this in here?"
Maddening. And the questions that would not get answered?
Where's [Boss 1, Boss 2 or Boss 3]?
That thing is hanging out of the ceiling again. Could you fix that?
Do you know where the label maker is?
(It's in my office now. Because I'm tired of answering this question.)
What's the number for such-n-such?
The fax machine needs toner. Could you do that?
Where's that thing you gave to me yesterday?
Do we have any band aids?
(Did I mention I work in a clinic?)
Remember that woman in the meeting? What's her phone number?
Do we really get Monday off?
The bathroom floor is sticky. Could you call someone?
We have ants. Who would I call for that?
We're having a potluck. Could you reserve a conference room?
The copier won't work. Could you fix that?
Do you ever plan to clean out the fridge? - I kid you not.
My response to this one? "I wear pearls to work. No, I do not plan to clean out the fridge." However, I'm cleaning out the fridge this afternoon. Because, really, who else is going to do it?
They call it job security, but I don't know if that's a good thing anymore.
Oh, how I'm looking forward to curling up into bed tonight, blankets with the satin edge pulled up to my chin, alarm turned off (hell, maybe even the clock unplugged). I will fall asleep with a smile on my face and my soul at ease, knowing that I don't have a DAMN thing to do tomorrow. Or Sunday. Or Monday. I may lay in bed until noon. I may get up early and make breakfast. I may go for a walk. The possibilities are endless.
And I won't have to worry about anyone wanting anything from me.
Until Tuesday.
This week has been crazy. Emails popping up constantly, my phone ringing constantly, people popping into my office constantly, me threatening to throw my stapler at people popping into my office constantly. It's like the earth is spinning at 10 times it's normal speed. I have acquired three hours of overtime this week. Me! Overtime! Oh, I'm not getting the overtime. No. I just leave early. Much better for my mental health than money.
I'm not one of those people who whines about "Oh, I was here until 7pm last night, and oh, I got here at 6:30am this morning, and oh, golly, I'm so important around here....". Even though, apparently, I am very important around here. Things would not get found. Why, just this morning, my boss called and asked where the fiscal year financial book for 06/07 was.
Me: "I don't know. You keep those in your office. Right above your head. In the binder I labeled for you - Fiscal Year O6/07."
Boss Lady: "Well, the binder isn't here. I have FY 07/08 and 05/06. No 06/07."
Me: "Have you checked in your closet?"
BL: "I need the statements for June 06 and it's not here. I have FY 07/08 and 05/06. No 06/07."
Me: "Have you checked in your closet?"
BL: "Do you have the binder in your office?"
Me: "No. I don't keep any of that stuff in my office. Have you maybe checked in your closet?"
BL: "I don't know where I would have put that binder. Can you come look, see if I'm overlooking it?"
Me: "Okay, I'll come check your closet."
When I go into her office, guess where she is?
In her closet.
BL: "Oh! Here it is. Did you put this in here?"
Maddening. And the questions that would not get answered?
Where's [Boss 1, Boss 2 or Boss 3]?
That thing is hanging out of the ceiling again. Could you fix that?
Do you know where the label maker is?
(It's in my office now. Because I'm tired of answering this question.)
What's the number for such-n-such?
The fax machine needs toner. Could you do that?
Where's that thing you gave to me yesterday?
Do we have any band aids?
(Did I mention I work in a clinic?)
Remember that woman in the meeting? What's her phone number?
Do we really get Monday off?
The bathroom floor is sticky. Could you call someone?
We have ants. Who would I call for that?
We're having a potluck. Could you reserve a conference room?
The copier won't work. Could you fix that?
Do you ever plan to clean out the fridge? - I kid you not.
My response to this one? "I wear pearls to work. No, I do not plan to clean out the fridge." However, I'm cleaning out the fridge this afternoon. Because, really, who else is going to do it?
They call it job security, but I don't know if that's a good thing anymore.
Oh, how I'm looking forward to curling up into bed tonight, blankets with the satin edge pulled up to my chin, alarm turned off (hell, maybe even the clock unplugged). I will fall asleep with a smile on my face and my soul at ease, knowing that I don't have a DAMN thing to do tomorrow. Or Sunday. Or Monday. I may lay in bed until noon. I may get up early and make breakfast. I may go for a walk. The possibilities are endless.
And I won't have to worry about anyone wanting anything from me.
Until Tuesday.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Zero Bloodshed
I went to see Lars and the Real Girl last night with McP. And no one was violently blow apart. However, we watched South Park afterwards, and there were headlice that brutally murdered. But that's okay, cause it's just a cartoon.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Random Thoughts
Remember back in the day, when I used to "treat" myself to a $30 bottle of David Lake Zinfandel? Man, those were good times. I'd sit down with a big glass of wine, put my feet up, watch something funny on the telly.
*sigh*
Now? I buy cookies. I buy frozen yogurt. I buy sparkling cider. It's very sad. That 15lbs I lost should be back right around summer. I need a new "treat". One with no calories.
My mind just went straight into the toilet.
I should move on.........
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I can't seem to read unless I'm in the tub now. I finished "Life of Pi", so I searched my bookshelf for a new book. I decided on "In the Meantime" by Iyanla Vanzant. Then I ran a bath.
Funny. When I looked this book up (yes, looked it *up*. HA!), I was surprised to see it was by Iyanla Vanzant. As I was reading it, I was picturing Maya Angelou in my head. And I've read this book before. I knew it wasn't by Maya. Now I feel deceived.
I digress. So I wanted to start a new book. It's a good time for this particular book. Finding the love you want. But first you have to love yourself. Do I love myself? I think so. I don't particularly like that I can get cranky at the drop of a hat, or that I'm quick to judge people, but I know that, deep in my heart, I'm a loyal friend and I care about people and I try to do the right thing when I can. I think I'm a good person. So I guess I love myself. I have to now that there's no one else lovin' on me, huh?
Crap.
I mean lovin' me.
Mind = toilet.
Moving on............
**********
I cooked dinner tonight. Pasta primavera. Zucchini, carrots, mushrooms, onions and angel hair pasta. And I ate too much. Then I took a hot bath. Then I had two cookies. Now I feel icky.
Damn the cookies.
**********
It snowed last night and that snow froze overnight so that it was ice this morning. The drive to work was flat out scary. But in a fun earthquake scary kind of way. I decided to go through Fremont, rather than across the Ballard Bridge and down Nickerson, because Fremont is flat and Nickerson is not. It didn't really make much of a difference. We got up to maybe 9 miles an hour. Lots of sliding.
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The left side of my jaw is popping regularly these days. Very interesting. I wonder if my bite is off? Need to go see my dentist. I'll make an appointment tomorrow.
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Daniela and Sergio had their second baby last week! Oliver. So cute. I miss them.
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The Potential Date from last week has not called. We can officially forget about him now. That was fun. Shaun has advised me to never date theater people or musicians. They're flakey. Coincidently, Shaun used to work in theater and he plays guitar. So I consider him an expert. I like the comment Heather left - I tried him on and got a little use out of him. He took up an evening (yes, took *up*! HA!)
**********
There is a ladybug flying around my dining room light. And now my head hurts and my vision is distorted from looking at the light, trying to see what the hell is flying around it. How did a ladybug get in here?
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Speaking of ladybugs, maybe I'll watch A Bug's Life tonight. I love Dennis Leary's character, the ladybug. Yes, there's a bit of a fighting/war theme (the grasshoppers bully the ants so the ants will supply them with food but the ants make a boo boo and don't have food for the grasshoppers so the grasshoppers threaten to kill all the ants) but it's cute cause they're grasshoppers.
Funny word. Grasshopper.
**********
I'm itchin' for a weekend away. We get next Monday off but it's too late to do anything now. We'll just consider that an extra day to sleep in. However, we also get Presidents' Day off in February, so that gives me a whole month to plan. So many options. Mountains or water? Snow or no snow? Oregon or Canada? Bed and breakfast or little cabin? My goodness.....
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Are you bored yet? I'm just babbling at this point.
I'll leave you with this, a picture from my younger, crazier days:
*sigh*
Now? I buy cookies. I buy frozen yogurt. I buy sparkling cider. It's very sad. That 15lbs I lost should be back right around summer. I need a new "treat". One with no calories.
My mind just went straight into the toilet.
I should move on.........
**********
I can't seem to read unless I'm in the tub now. I finished "Life of Pi", so I searched my bookshelf for a new book. I decided on "In the Meantime" by Iyanla Vanzant. Then I ran a bath.
Funny. When I looked this book up (yes, looked it *up*. HA!), I was surprised to see it was by Iyanla Vanzant. As I was reading it, I was picturing Maya Angelou in my head. And I've read this book before. I knew it wasn't by Maya. Now I feel deceived.
I digress. So I wanted to start a new book. It's a good time for this particular book. Finding the love you want. But first you have to love yourself. Do I love myself? I think so. I don't particularly like that I can get cranky at the drop of a hat, or that I'm quick to judge people, but I know that, deep in my heart, I'm a loyal friend and I care about people and I try to do the right thing when I can. I think I'm a good person. So I guess I love myself. I have to now that there's no one else lovin' on me, huh?
Crap.
I mean lovin' me.
Mind = toilet.
Moving on............
**********
I cooked dinner tonight. Pasta primavera. Zucchini, carrots, mushrooms, onions and angel hair pasta. And I ate too much. Then I took a hot bath. Then I had two cookies. Now I feel icky.
Damn the cookies.
**********
It snowed last night and that snow froze overnight so that it was ice this morning. The drive to work was flat out scary. But in a fun earthquake scary kind of way. I decided to go through Fremont, rather than across the Ballard Bridge and down Nickerson, because Fremont is flat and Nickerson is not. It didn't really make much of a difference. We got up to maybe 9 miles an hour. Lots of sliding.
**********
The left side of my jaw is popping regularly these days. Very interesting. I wonder if my bite is off? Need to go see my dentist. I'll make an appointment tomorrow.
**********
Daniela and Sergio had their second baby last week! Oliver. So cute. I miss them.
**********
The Potential Date from last week has not called. We can officially forget about him now. That was fun. Shaun has advised me to never date theater people or musicians. They're flakey. Coincidently, Shaun used to work in theater and he plays guitar. So I consider him an expert. I like the comment Heather left - I tried him on and got a little use out of him. He took up an evening (yes, took *up*! HA!)
**********
There is a ladybug flying around my dining room light. And now my head hurts and my vision is distorted from looking at the light, trying to see what the hell is flying around it. How did a ladybug get in here?
**********
Speaking of ladybugs, maybe I'll watch A Bug's Life tonight. I love Dennis Leary's character, the ladybug. Yes, there's a bit of a fighting/war theme (the grasshoppers bully the ants so the ants will supply them with food but the ants make a boo boo and don't have food for the grasshoppers so the grasshoppers threaten to kill all the ants) but it's cute cause they're grasshoppers.
Funny word. Grasshopper.
**********
I'm itchin' for a weekend away. We get next Monday off but it's too late to do anything now. We'll just consider that an extra day to sleep in. However, we also get Presidents' Day off in February, so that gives me a whole month to plan. So many options. Mountains or water? Snow or no snow? Oregon or Canada? Bed and breakfast or little cabin? My goodness.....
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Are you bored yet? I'm just babbling at this point.
I'll leave you with this, a picture from my younger, crazier days:
Don't ask.
And yes, there was wine involved.
How To Deter Your Child From Going Into The Military
Make them watch Black Hawk Down.
Holy crap, what a painful movie. And it's a true story, which makes it just infuriating.
From IMDB:
Action/war drama based on the best-selling book detailing a near-disastrous mission [Rae's note: Um..."near" disastrous?] in Somalia on October 3, 1993 where nearly 100 U.S. Army Rangers, commanded by Capt. Mike Steele, were dropped by helicopter deep into the capital city of Mogadishu to capture two top lieutenants of a Somali warlord which lead to a large and drawn-out firefight between the Rangers and hundreds of Somali gunmen which led to the destruction of two U.S. Black Hawk helicopters in Mogadishu, and the heroic efforts by various Rangers to get to them, centering on Sgt. Eversmann, commanding one Ranger unit named Chalk Four, leading Rangers to the first black hawk crash site, to Warrant Officer Durant who was only survivor of the second black hawk crash site and whom was captured, to Col. McKnight who leads a rescue convoy for the Rangers only to get lost within the hostile city, to Sgt. Sanderson desperately trying to get to the first crash site, to Staff Sgt. Yurek who leads two fellow Rangers, Nelson and Twombly to meet with up their squad, Chalk Four, at the first crash site, to many others involved who where either killed or survived. Written by Matthew Patay
[B R E A T H E]
The best thing about this summary?
It's ONE SENTENCE. Fantastic!
Anywho, do not watch this movie unless you're just dying to see a body get blown apart. Yes, I'm serious.
After this, and Children of Men, I'm ready for a Meg Ryan/Tom Hanks movie with a lot of fluffy kittens in it. There's going to a chick flick night soon. I can feel it.
Holy crap, what a painful movie. And it's a true story, which makes it just infuriating.
From IMDB:
Action/war drama based on the best-selling book detailing a near-disastrous mission [Rae's note: Um..."near" disastrous?] in Somalia on October 3, 1993 where nearly 100 U.S. Army Rangers, commanded by Capt. Mike Steele, were dropped by helicopter deep into the capital city of Mogadishu to capture two top lieutenants of a Somali warlord which lead to a large and drawn-out firefight between the Rangers and hundreds of Somali gunmen which led to the destruction of two U.S. Black Hawk helicopters in Mogadishu, and the heroic efforts by various Rangers to get to them, centering on Sgt. Eversmann, commanding one Ranger unit named Chalk Four, leading Rangers to the first black hawk crash site, to Warrant Officer Durant who was only survivor of the second black hawk crash site and whom was captured, to Col. McKnight who leads a rescue convoy for the Rangers only to get lost within the hostile city, to Sgt. Sanderson desperately trying to get to the first crash site, to Staff Sgt. Yurek who leads two fellow Rangers, Nelson and Twombly to meet with up their squad, Chalk Four, at the first crash site, to many others involved who where either killed or survived. Written by Matthew Patay
[B R E A T H E]
The best thing about this summary?
It's ONE SENTENCE. Fantastic!
Anywho, do not watch this movie unless you're just dying to see a body get blown apart. Yes, I'm serious.
After this, and Children of Men, I'm ready for a Meg Ryan/Tom Hanks movie with a lot of fluffy kittens in it. There's going to a chick flick night soon. I can feel it.
Fashion Tip
Did you know that lotion on your legs or your tights will eliminate static cling? At least for a few hours anyway.
I had read this somewhere but thought it was a load of crap. Not so. I'm wearing a skirt and boots today (and have magically acquired the nickname "Sassy" by my co-workers) and I knew I had a static cling issue as soon as I walked outside my building. I thought my day was ruined.
But the lotion trick worked.
A tip from me to you.
I had read this somewhere but thought it was a load of crap. Not so. I'm wearing a skirt and boots today (and have magically acquired the nickname "Sassy" by my co-workers) and I knew I had a static cling issue as soon as I walked outside my building. I thought my day was ruined.
But the lotion trick worked.
A tip from me to you.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Pixie Cuts and Big Ass Noserings
Because I have nothing better to do tonight than surf through old photos and share with you.
My first year in Seattle. Wacked off all my hair. This was at some club, with Amy, who I cropped out because I'd really like to just forget her.
This was the night I lost Amy after a few tequila shots. I found her trying to buy crack from some guy on the street. I took her to my place, she tried to make out with me, then passed out and we never spoke again. Ah, good times.
My first year in Seattle. Wacked off all my hair. This was at some club, with Amy, who I cropped out because I'd really like to just forget her.
This was the night I lost Amy after a few tequila shots. I found her trying to buy crack from some guy on the street. I took her to my place, she tried to make out with me, then passed out and we never spoke again. Ah, good times. 
Couple years later. My, look how big that nose ring was! No wonder mom was so pissed when she saw it. Sorry mom. I see now how obnoxious it was. The stud is much better. But I still have the big ring. So be nice to me.
I cropped Erin out (sorry Erin) because her pupils are HUGE in this photo. I think we were just drinking, but it sure doesn't look like that. So, I'm protecting your rep, babe. Don't want people doing google searches for you and finding this photo. Who loves ya?
Sunny Day in Seattle!
Well, I slept through the first half of the day. Guess I was just plum tuckered out from dancin'. But the second half was just as nice. McP called and we went down to the Olympic Park Sculpture Garden. I've driven by it frequently and usually think, "What the hell are those things?" but once you're actually there, it's a really nice park.
Not actually the sculpture park, but connected to it:
Not actually the sculpture park, but connected to it:
The mountain, making a rare January appearance:
We had a nice lunch at a Bolivian restaraunt with a lovely view of Pike's Place Market. It was like being in another city. Because I don't go to Pike's Place Market alot.
And, in case you were wondering how small my ass has gotten, here ya go. Compliments of McP.
Note to self: do not give that man the camera.
Dancing Queens
I went dancing Saturday night with Rachelle and Val. It's been a long time since I've got out to a club to dance. And it was quite a shock.
We got to the club, which was in Pioneer Square, around 9pm. For reference, Pioneer Square is where the Mardi Gras riots were my first year here. Mom immediately called me (because it made national news) and begged me to move home. I don't go to Pioneer Square very often. Little too rowdy for me. But we were there early, we parked pretty close to the club, and it wasn't too hoppin' yet. We did have to walk through Occidental Park, which just scares the shit out of me.
Ah, the club scene. I felt pretty hip. Had on my semi-fitting jeans (because I still don't have any jeans that aren't too big for me), new black clingy shirt and new black patent leather heels. I blended well. So did Rachelle and Val. The youngsters started pouring in around 10pm and the people watching began.
And because I now think in blog postings, some notes:
* I started checking out the guys and I found myself looking for wedding rings. Ha. Married guys don't go to these clubs. Married guys go to the pubs in their neighborhoods where they can stay close to home in case their wives call them or their kid gets sick.
* Girls grope other girls alot for attention. I was assuming the gaggle of chicks at the bar were gay, but Val pointed out that no, they probably just wanted attention. And the best way to get the attention of men? Make out with other girls. Duly noted.
* I am too short and not chesty enough to attract the attention of a bartender. I had to use the 5'9" well endowed (and proud, judging by her itty bitty tank top) blond standing behind me. She was happy to help.
* Music moves people in some very strange ways. One guy had little LED lights (like you'd attach to a key ring) in his hands and was putting on his own laser show on the dance floor. He had rhythm. I'll give him that. Which is more than I can say for over half of the other dancers. On woman, who had the body of a ballerina (complete with her hair in a bun) literally strutted back and forth like a chicken. She had her shoulders pulled back, and her head would jut forward to the beat. Just hypnotizing. Apparently the robot is not dead. At all. And one cute, young boy was doing calisthenics in the corner. He worked up quite a sweat. I'm sure the people who were watching me have all kinds of comments about my dancing, but remember, I'm secure and full of myself these days, so I'm okay with what everyone else thinks about me. I know I got rhythm.
* People pay money to stand in a loud, crowded club and talk on the phone. Or text. I wish I had actually taken MY phone in so I could have gotten a photo of all of the people on their phones. Wait....is that irony?
* No matter how thin I get, I will never, ever wear some of the things I saw the women wearing there. A skirt that is so short you can see the little curves of the bottom of their butt cheeks. Men, do you really find this appealing? If so, alright. I'll work on it. But I can't guarantee the same results.
* Clubbers worship DJs much like I worship Bob Schneider or Patty Griffin. At one point, everyone on the dance floor was facing the DJ booth, screaming and yelling like they were at a concert. The DJ would do....something.....with the music, I have no idea, but apparently it was quite impressive, as the crowd cheered again. I just looked at Rachelle and mouthed "WTF?"
After a while, Val motioned me to come down from the second level, where I was watching all of the activity. She asked if I was ready to leave. I said "Sure, you guys are ready?" Val replied with "Rachelle's knees are hurting and I have to get up early, so we're outta here."
It was midnight. We are not young pups anymore.
I took some Aleve before I went to bed. It seems to have warded off any of the aches I was dreading this morning. Still might take an epsom salt bath tonight.
But I'm looking forward to doing it again soon.
We got to the club, which was in Pioneer Square, around 9pm. For reference, Pioneer Square is where the Mardi Gras riots were my first year here. Mom immediately called me (because it made national news) and begged me to move home. I don't go to Pioneer Square very often. Little too rowdy for me. But we were there early, we parked pretty close to the club, and it wasn't too hoppin' yet. We did have to walk through Occidental Park, which just scares the shit out of me.
Ah, the club scene. I felt pretty hip. Had on my semi-fitting jeans (because I still don't have any jeans that aren't too big for me), new black clingy shirt and new black patent leather heels. I blended well. So did Rachelle and Val. The youngsters started pouring in around 10pm and the people watching began.
And because I now think in blog postings, some notes:
* I started checking out the guys and I found myself looking for wedding rings. Ha. Married guys don't go to these clubs. Married guys go to the pubs in their neighborhoods where they can stay close to home in case their wives call them or their kid gets sick.
* Girls grope other girls alot for attention. I was assuming the gaggle of chicks at the bar were gay, but Val pointed out that no, they probably just wanted attention. And the best way to get the attention of men? Make out with other girls. Duly noted.
* I am too short and not chesty enough to attract the attention of a bartender. I had to use the 5'9" well endowed (and proud, judging by her itty bitty tank top) blond standing behind me. She was happy to help.
* Music moves people in some very strange ways. One guy had little LED lights (like you'd attach to a key ring) in his hands and was putting on his own laser show on the dance floor. He had rhythm. I'll give him that. Which is more than I can say for over half of the other dancers. On woman, who had the body of a ballerina (complete with her hair in a bun) literally strutted back and forth like a chicken. She had her shoulders pulled back, and her head would jut forward to the beat. Just hypnotizing. Apparently the robot is not dead. At all. And one cute, young boy was doing calisthenics in the corner. He worked up quite a sweat. I'm sure the people who were watching me have all kinds of comments about my dancing, but remember, I'm secure and full of myself these days, so I'm okay with what everyone else thinks about me. I know I got rhythm.
* People pay money to stand in a loud, crowded club and talk on the phone. Or text. I wish I had actually taken MY phone in so I could have gotten a photo of all of the people on their phones. Wait....is that irony?
* No matter how thin I get, I will never, ever wear some of the things I saw the women wearing there. A skirt that is so short you can see the little curves of the bottom of their butt cheeks. Men, do you really find this appealing? If so, alright. I'll work on it. But I can't guarantee the same results.
* Clubbers worship DJs much like I worship Bob Schneider or Patty Griffin. At one point, everyone on the dance floor was facing the DJ booth, screaming and yelling like they were at a concert. The DJ would do....something.....with the music, I have no idea, but apparently it was quite impressive, as the crowd cheered again. I just looked at Rachelle and mouthed "WTF?"
After a while, Val motioned me to come down from the second level, where I was watching all of the activity. She asked if I was ready to leave. I said "Sure, you guys are ready?" Val replied with "Rachelle's knees are hurting and I have to get up early, so we're outta here."
It was midnight. We are not young pups anymore.
I took some Aleve before I went to bed. It seems to have warded off any of the aches I was dreading this morning. Still might take an epsom salt bath tonight.
But I'm looking forward to doing it again soon.
Football Season Is Over
Well, the Seahawks couldn't do it. They started out amazingly strong against the Packers - two touchdowns off the Packers' turnovers. But that was about it. Poo. And although Jacksonville was doing well, they couldn't beat the Patriots.
My Saturday was spent on the couch, between the Sheauns, yelling at the TV. It was a good way to wrap up the season. I'll watch next weekend, and of course, there will be the superbowl, but it's just not the same without our Seahawks.
At least my weekends are free again. For another eight months.
Pre-season starts in August!
My Saturday was spent on the couch, between the Sheauns, yelling at the TV. It was a good way to wrap up the season. I'll watch next weekend, and of course, there will be the superbowl, but it's just not the same without our Seahawks.
At least my weekends are free again. For another eight months.
Pre-season starts in August!
Saturday, January 12, 2008
More Dreams
Because I know you love this stuff.
I'll just give you the important points, because the one from Thursday night is getting a bit hazy. But I still remember some bold details.
I was staying with someone and they wanted payment in pills. I don't know what kind of pills, but I handed him a baggie of pills. So did the other girl that was staying there. Then the guy said I didn't pay him, so I gave him another baggie of pills. But the girl found the other baggie I gave him so I took my baggie back.
From Dreammoods.com:
To see a pill in your dream, signifies a restoration of your inner harmony. It is a period of healing and an end to those negative ideas in your mind.
Woohoo! Gettin' my inner harmony back!
Then, Jason Lee from My Name Is Earl was there. He was driving me and a little boy around, but he was drunk and we were scared. When he stopped, the boy and I ran into a feed shop (no idea) and the little boy was upset because he thought he had killed Dan Rather. So I was consoling him saying, "No, no. You didn't kill him. He just had to go. Really. It's okay..."
Dream Moods has nothing for Dan Rather.
Last night, I dreamed I was in an outpatient rehab. I would go to work, the go home to this dorm like place. But then I decided I wanted to escape, so I called Kim-n-Tim. Tim was going to meet me out behind the cafeteria to pick me up. Forget the fact that it's outpatient and I can apparently leave whenever I want.
From Dream Moods:
To dream that you are in a rehabilitation center, indicates that you are ready for a fresh new start. You are rebuilding a new self-image.
I also remember that I was wearing my inside slippers outside. And I was annoyed with myself. My dad bought me these furry slippers when I was home and they're fantastic. So they are now my inside slippers. They've never touch outside dirt. I have other slippers for that - ones that I wear down to the laundry room. But in my dream I had on these inside slippers outside. And I kept thinking, "Well great, I have to buy new inside slippers now."
(Slippers looks weird after you type it a hundred times.)
From Dream Moods:
To see or wear slippers in your dream, suggests that you are feeling sluggish and/or insecure. You feel that you do not have a strong foothold in some situation. Alternatively, it represents domesticity, ease, comfort, and/or relaxation. This dream symbol may mean that you need to relax. Or you are relaxing too much and are being lazy.
That's really not very clear, is it? I choose to think I feel like I do not have a strong foothold in some situation. And that I need to relax. I am not being lazy. My therapist told me so.
Then I was at a crafts fair of somesort, and it was closing down. But I was hanging out with this little boy who said I had a nice ass. Huh. Then there were stores, tried to go to Target but it was closed, met with a famous sculpter and told him my sculptures weren't going very well (knowing full well I did not sculpt. I just wanted to meet this guy. And someone was in on it. I can't remember who) and the sculpture gave me a hug and the bag I was holding caught fire.
From Dream Moods:
Depending on the context of your dream, to see fire in your dream can symbolizes destruction, passion, desire, illumination, transformation, enlightenment, or anger. It may suggest that something old is passing and something new is entering your life. Your thoughts and views are changing. In particular, if the fire is under control or contained in one area, it is a metaphor of your own internal fire and inner transformation. It also represents your drive and motivation.
To dream that you are fighting flames, signifies that you will need to invest your best efforts and energy in your road to success and wealth.
To dream that you put out a fire [which I did], signifies that you will overcome your obstacles in your life through much work and effort.
Then there were messes. Three very particular rooms that were messy. Mom and I were cleaning out one because someone had died. There were a ton of really ugly, black, frilly dresses. One of the rooms was Steve's room, and then one was my room. But I didn't know which was which, so I didn't know which one to clean. I started to clean one, then thought, "No. He's going to want this room." So I messed it back up again. Then started cleaning the other one.
Dream Moods has crashed and won't let me search anymore. Apparently, it hates it when I remember my dreams, too.
I'll just give you the important points, because the one from Thursday night is getting a bit hazy. But I still remember some bold details.
I was staying with someone and they wanted payment in pills. I don't know what kind of pills, but I handed him a baggie of pills. So did the other girl that was staying there. Then the guy said I didn't pay him, so I gave him another baggie of pills. But the girl found the other baggie I gave him so I took my baggie back.
From Dreammoods.com:
To see a pill in your dream, signifies a restoration of your inner harmony. It is a period of healing and an end to those negative ideas in your mind.
Woohoo! Gettin' my inner harmony back!
Then, Jason Lee from My Name Is Earl was there. He was driving me and a little boy around, but he was drunk and we were scared. When he stopped, the boy and I ran into a feed shop (no idea) and the little boy was upset because he thought he had killed Dan Rather. So I was consoling him saying, "No, no. You didn't kill him. He just had to go. Really. It's okay..."
Dream Moods has nothing for Dan Rather.
Last night, I dreamed I was in an outpatient rehab. I would go to work, the go home to this dorm like place. But then I decided I wanted to escape, so I called Kim-n-Tim. Tim was going to meet me out behind the cafeteria to pick me up. Forget the fact that it's outpatient and I can apparently leave whenever I want.
From Dream Moods:
To dream that you are in a rehabilitation center, indicates that you are ready for a fresh new start. You are rebuilding a new self-image.
I also remember that I was wearing my inside slippers outside. And I was annoyed with myself. My dad bought me these furry slippers when I was home and they're fantastic. So they are now my inside slippers. They've never touch outside dirt. I have other slippers for that - ones that I wear down to the laundry room. But in my dream I had on these inside slippers outside. And I kept thinking, "Well great, I have to buy new inside slippers now."
(Slippers looks weird after you type it a hundred times.)
From Dream Moods:
To see or wear slippers in your dream, suggests that you are feeling sluggish and/or insecure. You feel that you do not have a strong foothold in some situation. Alternatively, it represents domesticity, ease, comfort, and/or relaxation. This dream symbol may mean that you need to relax. Or you are relaxing too much and are being lazy.
That's really not very clear, is it? I choose to think I feel like I do not have a strong foothold in some situation. And that I need to relax. I am not being lazy. My therapist told me so.
Then I was at a crafts fair of somesort, and it was closing down. But I was hanging out with this little boy who said I had a nice ass. Huh. Then there were stores, tried to go to Target but it was closed, met with a famous sculpter and told him my sculptures weren't going very well (knowing full well I did not sculpt. I just wanted to meet this guy. And someone was in on it. I can't remember who) and the sculpture gave me a hug and the bag I was holding caught fire.
From Dream Moods:
Depending on the context of your dream, to see fire in your dream can symbolizes destruction, passion, desire, illumination, transformation, enlightenment, or anger. It may suggest that something old is passing and something new is entering your life. Your thoughts and views are changing. In particular, if the fire is under control or contained in one area, it is a metaphor of your own internal fire and inner transformation. It also represents your drive and motivation.
To dream that you are fighting flames, signifies that you will need to invest your best efforts and energy in your road to success and wealth.
To dream that you put out a fire [which I did], signifies that you will overcome your obstacles in your life through much work and effort.
Then there were messes. Three very particular rooms that were messy. Mom and I were cleaning out one because someone had died. There were a ton of really ugly, black, frilly dresses. One of the rooms was Steve's room, and then one was my room. But I didn't know which was which, so I didn't know which one to clean. I started to clean one, then thought, "No. He's going to want this room." So I messed it back up again. Then started cleaning the other one.
Dream Moods has crashed and won't let me search anymore. Apparently, it hates it when I remember my dreams, too.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Am I Just Slow?
I finally finished "Life of Pi" this evening. Everyone told me, Oh wait until you get to the third part. That's where it all comes together.
Well, I got to the third part, I read the third part, and I still don't get. I was under the impression that a big revelation/realization/epiphany was coming. I got nothing. Was it all symbolism? The animals were people?
Could someone please explain this to me?
Well, I got to the third part, I read the third part, and I still don't get. I was under the impression that a big revelation/realization/epiphany was coming. I got nothing. Was it all symbolism? The animals were people?
Could someone please explain this to me?
Home Again
Yes, I'm home again today.
Still sniffling. Still coughing up a little stuff. I called the nurses at work, told them my symtoms, they told me to stay home. And yes, I'll get sick pay for these days. Our clinic is very generous with the sick time because they want us to stay home at the least little symptom. Since a lot of our patients are getting transplants, a simple cold could kill them.
However, our attendance policy states that if we have more than three "incidents" in a six month period, we get written up. So yes, stay home if you're sick, but if you're sick more than three times in six months, you're in trouble.
It's a vicious cycle. And one that upper management is aware of.
On the positive side, though, I have already finished two sets of minutes and after I shower and get another cup of coffee, will be getting working on another project. Yes, I could get used to this working from home stuff.
Still sniffling. Still coughing up a little stuff. I called the nurses at work, told them my symtoms, they told me to stay home. And yes, I'll get sick pay for these days. Our clinic is very generous with the sick time because they want us to stay home at the least little symptom. Since a lot of our patients are getting transplants, a simple cold could kill them.
However, our attendance policy states that if we have more than three "incidents" in a six month period, we get written up. So yes, stay home if you're sick, but if you're sick more than three times in six months, you're in trouble.
It's a vicious cycle. And one that upper management is aware of.
On the positive side, though, I have already finished two sets of minutes and after I shower and get another cup of coffee, will be getting working on another project. Yes, I could get used to this working from home stuff.
Spam Bastards
Well, it only took six months, but this blog finally got a spam comment last night. So I've turned the word verification thingy back on. Sorry - I know it's a pain in the ass. But so is getting junk comments.
Management thanks you for your understanding.
Management thanks you for your understanding.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Yes, I'm Working
Kind of. With breaks.
On my break, I found this great slideshow on how to fold a fitted sheet. Don't ask how I ran across this. It's a very long tangent. Now, I don't have any desire to fold a fitted sheet. I have one set of sheets. There's no reason to ever fold them. And when I do, it's in a ball. But the kitty is worth watching the slide show anyway. Such a cutie.
Also, found this. The Ecopod Recycling System. Fan-freakin'-tastic! Fan-freakin'-expensive but holy crap, this is aweome!
For those of you who don't recycle, bad on you. But I totally understand. I never recycled until I moved to Seattle. Then I had to learn very quickly. You are quite the disgrace around here if you just throw away plastic or paper. You can also be fined for it.
Anywho, my trash can holds a plastic bag from the grocery store.
And I take it out maybe every four or five days. The rest of my "trash" is recycling. Which I actually have to take out more often. If I had one of these Ecopod things, it would crush the recycling and I wouldn't have to take it out as often. And it would free up the space under my sink!
That's what I'm asking Santa for next christmas.
On my break, I found this great slideshow on how to fold a fitted sheet. Don't ask how I ran across this. It's a very long tangent. Now, I don't have any desire to fold a fitted sheet. I have one set of sheets. There's no reason to ever fold them. And when I do, it's in a ball. But the kitty is worth watching the slide show anyway. Such a cutie.
Also, found this. The Ecopod Recycling System. Fan-freakin'-tastic! Fan-freakin'-expensive but holy crap, this is aweome!
For those of you who don't recycle, bad on you. But I totally understand. I never recycled until I moved to Seattle. Then I had to learn very quickly. You are quite the disgrace around here if you just throw away plastic or paper. You can also be fined for it.
Anywho, my trash can holds a plastic bag from the grocery store.
And I take it out maybe every four or five days. The rest of my "trash" is recycling. Which I actually have to take out more often. If I had one of these Ecopod things, it would crush the recycling and I wouldn't have to take it out as often. And it would free up the space under my sink!
That's what I'm asking Santa for next christmas.
Impromptu Sick Day
I was sent home from work today. I have a cold. A very mild, barely even notice it's there cold, but still a cold. And when you have an RSV outbreak at work, in a clinic where you have immunocompromised patients, even the sniffles and post nasal drip will get you sent home.
Oh damn.
It's not all fun though. I brought work home with me.
Cause I'm dedicated like that.
Oh damn.
It's not all fun though. I brought work home with me.
Cause I'm dedicated like that.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Was It Something I Said?
This dating shit sucks.
Everything starts off peachy with the Potential Date this evening. Jokes are made, laughs are shared. Everyone's all touchy feely. But then.....something happens. Was it when I said I liked football? Was it when I mentioned I can't play bar chords yet? I'm not sure.
All I know is there was clickage and then......nada. Something, very similiar to a light switch, flipped off. The light went out. The laughter stopped. Ack.
I was walked to my car. We hugged goodnight. Poof. Date over.
I could take this personally. But I choose not to. I choose to think he suddenly got tired, or maybe he wasn't happy the way his set went, or maybe I'm just so cute he got scared and didn't know what to do. Yes. I'm sure that's it. I'm just too cute. I'm intimidating.
Damn shame. He was a sweetie.
*sigh*
Back to square one......
Everything starts off peachy with the Potential Date this evening. Jokes are made, laughs are shared. Everyone's all touchy feely. But then.....something happens. Was it when I said I liked football? Was it when I mentioned I can't play bar chords yet? I'm not sure.
All I know is there was clickage and then......nada. Something, very similiar to a light switch, flipped off. The light went out. The laughter stopped. Ack.
I was walked to my car. We hugged goodnight. Poof. Date over.
I could take this personally. But I choose not to. I choose to think he suddenly got tired, or maybe he wasn't happy the way his set went, or maybe I'm just so cute he got scared and didn't know what to do. Yes. I'm sure that's it. I'm just too cute. I'm intimidating.
Damn shame. He was a sweetie.
*sigh*
Back to square one......
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
My Political Side....
...is actually very small. I voted for the VERY FIRST TIME in the last presidential election because 1) Steve guilted me into it and 2) I've always said "You can't bitch about it if you're not going to try to make it better".
So I voted. And then the person I voted for lost and well, I drank an entire bottle of wine and decided it was all hopeless and what's the freakin' point of even trying?
But I will try again this year!
And I encourage you to try too!
Need help? Don't know Romney from Huckabee? But worship Star Wars? Then I have a very helpful link for you.
The Star Wars Guide to the Candidates.
May the force be with you.
So I voted. And then the person I voted for lost and well, I drank an entire bottle of wine and decided it was all hopeless and what's the freakin' point of even trying?
But I will try again this year!
And I encourage you to try too!
Need help? Don't know Romney from Huckabee? But worship Star Wars? Then I have a very helpful link for you.
The Star Wars Guide to the Candidates.
May the force be with you.
Same Rant, Different Day
Apparently there just aren't enough condos in Ballard. So, let's take the bowling alley that's been around for 50 years and tear it down. Who bowls anymore, anyway?
Sunset Bowl has been sold to Avalon Ballard LLC, a real-estate developer. More condos.
I had a whole long rant posted, but what's the point. You know all this.
It just freakin' sucks.
Sunset Bowl has been sold to Avalon Ballard LLC, a real-estate developer. More condos.
I had a whole long rant posted, but what's the point. You know all this.
It just freakin' sucks.
Boots and Dating
I'm wearing The Boots today. The consensus is that I don't look like a stripper. Which was my main concern. They feel a little go-go booty.
And, the Potential Date may have redeemed himself. I got an email last night asking me to join him at an open mic tonight. Hmm. He didn't actually call, so deduct a point. But there was contact, so add that point back in. He's breaking even right now.
Whatever. At this point, I'll take it.
And, the Potential Date may have redeemed himself. I got an email last night asking me to join him at an open mic tonight. Hmm. He didn't actually call, so deduct a point. But there was contact, so add that point back in. He's breaking even right now.
Whatever. At this point, I'll take it.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Granny Rae
I had a massage tonight and boy howdy, was it much needed. I am one big knot from head to toe. Everything hurts. Baffling.
After my massage, I stopped at Bartell's to get a couple of boxes of Epsom salt so I could take a soakie tonight. That word looks weird. Am I the only (beside my parents) who says "soakie"? Anyway, got the Epsom salts and then ran across the heating pads and ice packs. I keep saying I need to buy both of these things but the top dog heating pad was a bit expensive so I'll have to save up for that. But I went ahead and got the ice packs.
Then I remembered that a friend told me Aleve might be good for my knees because they've been hurting lately. Most notably, on the plane to and from Houston. I didn't get up during the whole flight (yes, I know this is bad and that's what causes blood clots, blah blah blah). So I when I finally did stretch my legs out my knees just refused to straighten. They were so very sore. They've always made noises, and that's just fine, but now they hurt. Not good at all. So I got some Aleve to see if that would help.
Anyway! Point of this story. I get up to the register to pay and lucky me gets the very young, barely out of high school, probably doesn't have a pain in her body except for the pain in her heart because Cody or Devin or whoever didn't ask her to the big dance, because Jennifer (that slut!) started a rumor that our little checker girl was a prude and everyone knows that no high school boy wants to take a prude to the big dance because his friends would totally rag on him because they're gettin' some and he ain't because he took the known prude!
Where was I?
Oh yeah, the little checker takes all of these items out of my basket (two boxes of Epsom salts, two ice packs, and a box of Aleve), very slowly, and looks at me after she scans each thing. As if to say, "What are you? Like, old or something?"
Oh, for cryin' out loud. I got pain, okay! Just ring up the frickin items and let me get home so I can take my soakie and have a cup of hot bedtime tea before I conk out on the couch! Sheesh!
Wait.......
[pause]
That's it.
I'm going out tomorrow night.
After my massage, I stopped at Bartell's to get a couple of boxes of Epsom salt so I could take a soakie tonight. That word looks weird. Am I the only (beside my parents) who says "soakie"? Anyway, got the Epsom salts and then ran across the heating pads and ice packs. I keep saying I need to buy both of these things but the top dog heating pad was a bit expensive so I'll have to save up for that. But I went ahead and got the ice packs.
Then I remembered that a friend told me Aleve might be good for my knees because they've been hurting lately. Most notably, on the plane to and from Houston. I didn't get up during the whole flight (yes, I know this is bad and that's what causes blood clots, blah blah blah). So I when I finally did stretch my legs out my knees just refused to straighten. They were so very sore. They've always made noises, and that's just fine, but now they hurt. Not good at all. So I got some Aleve to see if that would help.
Anyway! Point of this story. I get up to the register to pay and lucky me gets the very young, barely out of high school, probably doesn't have a pain in her body except for the pain in her heart because Cody or Devin or whoever didn't ask her to the big dance, because Jennifer (that slut!) started a rumor that our little checker girl was a prude and everyone knows that no high school boy wants to take a prude to the big dance because his friends would totally rag on him because they're gettin' some and he ain't because he took the known prude!
Where was I?
Oh yeah, the little checker takes all of these items out of my basket (two boxes of Epsom salts, two ice packs, and a box of Aleve), very slowly, and looks at me after she scans each thing. As if to say, "What are you? Like, old or something?"
Oh, for cryin' out loud. I got pain, okay! Just ring up the frickin items and let me get home so I can take my soakie and have a cup of hot bedtime tea before I conk out on the couch! Sheesh!
Wait.......
[pause]
That's it.
I'm going out tomorrow night.
Weekend Update
I had a very nice weekend.
Friday night, I came home from work, gulped down way too much pasta for dinner, then fell asleep on the couch. Woke up, went to bed. Lovely night.
Saturday was the dreaded Redskins/Seahawks game. The Sheans came over to keep me company and we watched with glee as the Seahawks actually made some good plays and won the game. It was touch and go there for a bit as Hasselbeck made some very big boo-boos. So we advance to next week - The Green Bay Packers. Something tells me this will be our last game of the seaon. Call it a gut feeling.
That evening, I had dinner with a co-worker and some of her friends down in Tacoma. Yes, Tacoma. Alllllll the way down in Tacoma. For dinner. Crazy, huh? But it was good to have some girl time.
Sunday was spent mostly in bed. Just cause. It was a good day.
And Sunday evening, one of my gals and I went to see Juno. I had never heard of it, but wanted to see her, so why not? Turns out, it was a fantastic movie. I may even buy it when it comes out on video. Very, very funny.
And in bed early last night.
And here we are today, back at work, back to back to back meetings and I take minutes for all of them. And I'm not the least bit good at it and I hear about how not good I am at it at every meeting. Yet they don't get anyone else to do it. Fun, huh?
Tonight is my massage, tomorrow is walking with the gals, Wednesday I may join Jamie at the spa for a pedi (if I can find room in the budget), Thursday is walking with Jamie and Friday is.....um. I got nothing for Friday. How can I be so busy all weekend, but have nothing planned for the weekend?
I was supposed to have an Actual Date this past weekend, but the guy never called me to make the plan. Can you believe that? He passed THIS up! Silly man. If he calls, I may give him another chance. Maybe.
Feel the power.
Friday night, I came home from work, gulped down way too much pasta for dinner, then fell asleep on the couch. Woke up, went to bed. Lovely night.
Saturday was the dreaded Redskins/Seahawks game. The Sheans came over to keep me company and we watched with glee as the Seahawks actually made some good plays and won the game. It was touch and go there for a bit as Hasselbeck made some very big boo-boos. So we advance to next week - The Green Bay Packers. Something tells me this will be our last game of the seaon. Call it a gut feeling.
That evening, I had dinner with a co-worker and some of her friends down in Tacoma. Yes, Tacoma. Alllllll the way down in Tacoma. For dinner. Crazy, huh? But it was good to have some girl time.
Sunday was spent mostly in bed. Just cause. It was a good day.
And Sunday evening, one of my gals and I went to see Juno. I had never heard of it, but wanted to see her, so why not? Turns out, it was a fantastic movie. I may even buy it when it comes out on video. Very, very funny.
And in bed early last night.
And here we are today, back at work, back to back to back meetings and I take minutes for all of them. And I'm not the least bit good at it and I hear about how not good I am at it at every meeting. Yet they don't get anyone else to do it. Fun, huh?
Tonight is my massage, tomorrow is walking with the gals, Wednesday I may join Jamie at the spa for a pedi (if I can find room in the budget), Thursday is walking with Jamie and Friday is.....um. I got nothing for Friday. How can I be so busy all weekend, but have nothing planned for the weekend?
I was supposed to have an Actual Date this past weekend, but the guy never called me to make the plan. Can you believe that? He passed THIS up! Silly man. If he calls, I may give him another chance. Maybe.
Feel the power.
Friday, January 4, 2008
It's Amazing How Much Can Change In A Year
It was a year ago today that Steve and I went out to dinner for our 6th anniversary and I proposed to him.
Yes. I proposed to him.
And, well, I don't think I need to tell you what happened. I'm not married, now am I? He didn't say no. After 30 minutes, he actually said yes, but I don't think he meant it. His death grip on the steering wheel during our drive home was quite telling. So, the next day I took it off the table.
But I was engaged for 14 hours.
A few of my friends have said, oh thank god, you guys didn't get married! They said I would have resented him on every anniversary because he didn't do the proposing. At the time, I just thought, if I want this to happen, I have to take the bull by the horns! Make it so! But looking back, my friends are right. I would have resented him for not stepping up. So it all worked out for the best.
I deserve to be wanted. I deserve to be pursued and sought after and desired. I spent too many years wrangling Steve into submission. It's not that he didn't want to be with me necessarily, it's just that he didn't do a whole lot to choose to be with me. Other than just not breaking up with me. He just went with the flow. Which was fine back then.
One of my favorite quotes from Dirty Dancing (because yes, I'm a dweeb):
"It didn't occur to me to mind."
Well, now I mind. I don't regret the past, but I've sure as hell learned a lot from it. I will not waste my time on someone who can't muster the energy to want me. Life is too short. And I'm too cute.
Yes. I proposed to him.
And, well, I don't think I need to tell you what happened. I'm not married, now am I? He didn't say no. After 30 minutes, he actually said yes, but I don't think he meant it. His death grip on the steering wheel during our drive home was quite telling. So, the next day I took it off the table.
But I was engaged for 14 hours.
A few of my friends have said, oh thank god, you guys didn't get married! They said I would have resented him on every anniversary because he didn't do the proposing. At the time, I just thought, if I want this to happen, I have to take the bull by the horns! Make it so! But looking back, my friends are right. I would have resented him for not stepping up. So it all worked out for the best.
I deserve to be wanted. I deserve to be pursued and sought after and desired. I spent too many years wrangling Steve into submission. It's not that he didn't want to be with me necessarily, it's just that he didn't do a whole lot to choose to be with me. Other than just not breaking up with me. He just went with the flow. Which was fine back then.
One of my favorite quotes from Dirty Dancing (because yes, I'm a dweeb):
"It didn't occur to me to mind."
Well, now I mind. I don't regret the past, but I've sure as hell learned a lot from it. I will not waste my time on someone who can't muster the energy to want me. Life is too short. And I'm too cute.
You Don't Drink, Don't Smoke....What Do You Do?
I steal chocolate from the kitchen at work. Well, it's not stealing, really. It was just sitting there for the taking. So I took.
See's Candy truffles. But there's no map to tell you what's inside the truffle. So it's a complete gamble.
Who the hell decided that a blueberry truffle would be a good idea? Really? Blueberry?
Why not just stick beef in there? It's the same kind of gross.
See's Candy truffles. But there's no map to tell you what's inside the truffle. So it's a complete gamble.
Who the hell decided that a blueberry truffle would be a good idea? Really? Blueberry?
Why not just stick beef in there? It's the same kind of gross.
Falling Off The Wagon
I had a drink last night. Not a measly little glass of wine, but a Flirtini. Razberi vodka, cointreau and champagne. Holy crap. I haven't had hard alcohol since the Pogues show in October.
And, in case you're wondering - no, it wasn't worth it.
I got home from dinner and was just sad. I was clingy and cold and craving a hug and my apartment was dark and empty. This isn't anything new, but it really hasn't bothered me before. Oh, but then one cocktail and suddenly I'm just a puddle of blue. Yes, I believe that is the very definition of cause and effect. My work day sucked too, which I'm sure contributed to the mood (and the permission I gave myself for the cocktail).
So, lesson learned. No more cocktails. Well, unless hugs are nearby. Then just one cocktail. One. I mean it.
And, in case you're wondering - no, it wasn't worth it.
I got home from dinner and was just sad. I was clingy and cold and craving a hug and my apartment was dark and empty. This isn't anything new, but it really hasn't bothered me before. Oh, but then one cocktail and suddenly I'm just a puddle of blue. Yes, I believe that is the very definition of cause and effect. My work day sucked too, which I'm sure contributed to the mood (and the permission I gave myself for the cocktail).
So, lesson learned. No more cocktails. Well, unless hugs are nearby. Then just one cocktail. One. I mean it.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Someone Needs To Buy Me This
The little writing down in the corner?"If I get another paper cut, I'll slit my wrists......"
She speaks the truth.
Find this and other cute stuff here.
2008 Update
I'm sorry to say I have nothing exciting to report.
I hung out at Darragh's on New Year's Eve. He was asleep when I got there, and while he woke up for a bit to partake in champagne and baked brie, he fell back asleep during the movie. I had to wake him at midnight to celebrate. We watched the fireworks on TV.
Funny thing, there was a computer glitch so the fireworks at the Space Needle didn't go off at first. I thought, oh that's a bad way to start off the new year......
And so far, 2008 has been relatively uneventful.
I took my christmas decorations down yesterday. Or, started to. But then McP called, so we went to the beach for a bit, then just lounged around and watched movies the rest of the day. Much better than taking down decorations.
And side note - Children of Men is depressing as hell. I knew it would be bleak but holy crap. At one point, when there was nothing going on but a bunch of gunfire, I excused myself to the bathroom. McP said, "You want me to pause it?" I said, "Um. No. I don't think I'm going to miss anything too exciting." Consider yourself warned.
That's about all I got. Laundry tonight. Maybe hanging out with Jessica on Thursday. A girl's night Saturday. Oh! And the Seahawks play the Redskins on Saturday! My, won't that be a fun game! East coast vs West coast. How exciting! I'm sure the text messages will be flying! I need to find someone with a bigger TV. My little 14" isn't going do this game justice.
I hung out at Darragh's on New Year's Eve. He was asleep when I got there, and while he woke up for a bit to partake in champagne and baked brie, he fell back asleep during the movie. I had to wake him at midnight to celebrate. We watched the fireworks on TV.
Funny thing, there was a computer glitch so the fireworks at the Space Needle didn't go off at first. I thought, oh that's a bad way to start off the new year......
And so far, 2008 has been relatively uneventful.
I took my christmas decorations down yesterday. Or, started to. But then McP called, so we went to the beach for a bit, then just lounged around and watched movies the rest of the day. Much better than taking down decorations.
And side note - Children of Men is depressing as hell. I knew it would be bleak but holy crap. At one point, when there was nothing going on but a bunch of gunfire, I excused myself to the bathroom. McP said, "You want me to pause it?" I said, "Um. No. I don't think I'm going to miss anything too exciting." Consider yourself warned.
That's about all I got. Laundry tonight. Maybe hanging out with Jessica on Thursday. A girl's night Saturday. Oh! And the Seahawks play the Redskins on Saturday! My, won't that be a fun game! East coast vs West coast. How exciting! I'm sure the text messages will be flying! I need to find someone with a bigger TV. My little 14" isn't going do this game justice.
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