It's a bad day to be competing in the single women's luge. Also not a great day to be a woman downhill skiier. Yikes! It makes me glad I'm not really even slightly athletic (oh, I'm an amazing skater in my head).
I am feeling better this morning, as in I'm actually able to move, although something still feels pinched down into the top of my right leg. I hope I can avoid going to the doctor (it's the money, or should I say lack thereof?).
Monday, February 13, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Newfound empathy...
...for people with back pain.
I bent over (at the waist, naughty) to pick up the cat this morning. My cat is NOT heavy, probably somewhere in the vicinity of 8 pounds, probably less. Well, as I was straightening up, I felt something pop/burst in my lower back and had IMMEDIATE ACUTE WHITE HOT PAIN!
I have spent the rest of the day laying on the couch in my pajams, icing my back, requiring help to even go to the bathroom.
A few months ago, I was rollerblading on the beach and did one of those almost fall moves, where you lean forward and then snap back to catch your balance...well, that's when my lower right back initially got tweaked. I consulted with my sister, a physical therapist, who suggested ICE IMMEDIATELY. Which I did, and the pain went away.
Then, with packing and moving boxes, it has flared up again. Well, now I can hardly even move without sounding like someone is runing me through with a butcher knife. And I don't think it's a good sign that the pain is radiating down into my butt.
I'll be calling doctor's offices first thing in the morning and update when there's something to update about. Hopefully I'll be given DRUGS! DRUGS! DRUGS! Why did this have to happen on a Sunday?!? At least there's been Olympics on TV for me to be occupied with.
I bent over (at the waist, naughty) to pick up the cat this morning. My cat is NOT heavy, probably somewhere in the vicinity of 8 pounds, probably less. Well, as I was straightening up, I felt something pop/burst in my lower back and had IMMEDIATE ACUTE WHITE HOT PAIN!
I have spent the rest of the day laying on the couch in my pajams, icing my back, requiring help to even go to the bathroom.
A few months ago, I was rollerblading on the beach and did one of those almost fall moves, where you lean forward and then snap back to catch your balance...well, that's when my lower right back initially got tweaked. I consulted with my sister, a physical therapist, who suggested ICE IMMEDIATELY. Which I did, and the pain went away.
Then, with packing and moving boxes, it has flared up again. Well, now I can hardly even move without sounding like someone is runing me through with a butcher knife. And I don't think it's a good sign that the pain is radiating down into my butt.
I'll be calling doctor's offices first thing in the morning and update when there's something to update about. Hopefully I'll be given DRUGS! DRUGS! DRUGS! Why did this have to happen on a Sunday?!? At least there's been Olympics on TV for me to be occupied with.
So sad it's heartbreaking.
Michelle Kwan has withdrawn from the Olympics.
This is just so sad. I mean I'm glad she's not going to end up skating terribly and go out that way, but the whole thing just seems so unfair. She was supposed to go out on top. Sigh.
Does it make me an evil person if I hope that Sasha Cohen doesn't even medal?!?
This is just so sad. I mean I'm glad she's not going to end up skating terribly and go out that way, but the whole thing just seems so unfair. She was supposed to go out on top. Sigh.
Does it make me an evil person if I hope that Sasha Cohen doesn't even medal?!?
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Oh, our ladies ROCK!
I'm watching our ladies hockey team RIP the Swiss team a new ass! With a 5 on 3 disadvantage, we STILL scored!!! The only bit that's a little disconcerting is that our ladies seem to be a bit penalty happy. I hope they can keep the shoving to a minimum to get through to the medal rounds.
Because I'm an Olympics junkie, I watched NBC's re-airing of the opening ceremonies last night. Mostly I just wanted to see our athletes. And my, oh my, wasn't Bode Miller just looking cool as a cucumber? He's such a cool kat. I think it's about time that Bob Costas went to greener pastures. I mean I know you can't have network coverage of the Olympics without Mr. Bob, but last night he really pissed me off. He said something to the effect of: 'most of these athletes don't really have a shot in hell of getting a medal, so the opening ceremonies is the only time they have to really shine'. See, BOB, the thing is, that's just MEAN. I know there are lots of longshots, but that's what makes the Olympics so exciting - the possibility of the unknowns and longshots making it! That's the beautiful thing about the Olympics. And BOB, you are just full of mean beans.
In other news, I spent a good 1/2 hour last night trying to figure out how to change my location city on my site's description. Obviously, I lost patience with trying to figure it out. But yes, I do realize that it needs to be changed. I also know that I need to update my blogroll. Sigh. I'll get to it eventually.
Because I'm an Olympics junkie, I watched NBC's re-airing of the opening ceremonies last night. Mostly I just wanted to see our athletes. And my, oh my, wasn't Bode Miller just looking cool as a cucumber? He's such a cool kat. I think it's about time that Bob Costas went to greener pastures. I mean I know you can't have network coverage of the Olympics without Mr. Bob, but last night he really pissed me off. He said something to the effect of: 'most of these athletes don't really have a shot in hell of getting a medal, so the opening ceremonies is the only time they have to really shine'. See, BOB, the thing is, that's just MEAN. I know there are lots of longshots, but that's what makes the Olympics so exciting - the possibility of the unknowns and longshots making it! That's the beautiful thing about the Olympics. And BOB, you are just full of mean beans.
In other news, I spent a good 1/2 hour last night trying to figure out how to change my location city on my site's description. Obviously, I lost patience with trying to figure it out. But yes, I do realize that it needs to be changed. I also know that I need to update my blogroll. Sigh. I'll get to it eventually.
Friday, February 10, 2006
I love my cable!
So apparently living this close to Canada nets you a Canadian cable channel...which just so happens to be broadcasting the opening ceremonies of the OLYMPICS L-I-V-E!!!
I am sooooo stoked. And "stoked" isn't even a word I've ever used. I should just warn you all now: I am an Olmpics freak. These next 2+ weeks will be entirely filled with Olympics. I am watching absolutely every single event that is shown. And maybe with this cool Canadian cable channel, I'll get to watch stuff LIVE, instead of hours later when you can go and find out results online, which is totally not cool.
I am sooooo stoked. And "stoked" isn't even a word I've ever used. I should just warn you all now: I am an Olmpics freak. These next 2+ weeks will be entirely filled with Olympics. I am watching absolutely every single event that is shown. And maybe with this cool Canadian cable channel, I'll get to watch stuff LIVE, instead of hours later when you can go and find out results online, which is totally not cool.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Finally: the 4 Things Meme
Heather: I didn't forget!
Four jobs you have had:
*Editor at my undergrad’s writing center
*Law clerk
*secretary/receptionist at a chemical company outside Chicago (thank you, temp agency)
*sales assistant at Southern Living magazine in Chicago, which was by far the coolest job I’ve ever had - my boss had a liquor cabinet in his office and we had happy hour every Friday afternoon. It was awesome. Plus I had lots of free time, so I got paid to surf the internet.
Four movies you could watch over and over:
*the remake of the Thomas Crowne Affair (hot hot hot)
*When Harry Met Sally
*Love Actually
*Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Four places you've lived:
*Alpena, Michigan
*Ogden, Utah
*Marshall, Minnesota
*Valparaiso, Indiana
Four TV shows you love to watch:
*Grey’s Anatomy
*Boston Legal (love me some James Spader)
*America’s Test Kitchen from Cook’s Illustrated (yes, I love PBS)
*Sex and the City (except now I can watch it unedited and uncut WHENEVER I want! HA!)
Four places you've been on vacation:
*Ojai, California
*Florence, Italy (favorite city)
*Norway (in high school my parents & I went all over the Southern half of the country - my dad is Norweigan.)
*Park City, Utah (AWESOME skiing)
Four of your favorite foods:
*Broccoli (yes, seriously)
*Mashed Potatoes
*Oranges (does orange juice count?)
*Wham (it’s a faux lunch meat product made by Worthington Foods and it’s DAMN good, so no mocking!)
Four places you'd rather be right now:
*In Wisconsin with my sister & niece & nephew
*Skiing in Utah (best snow on earth, yo, seriously)
*Chicago
*Does “Employed” count?
Four sites I visit daily: (only 4?!?)
*CNN
*Go Fug Yourself
*Defamer
*all the blogs I read
Four Bloggers you are tagging:
*Ms. 1,000 Words
*Cari G
*Ms. Utopaforia
*and: anyone who hasn’t already done this?
Four jobs you have had:
*Editor at my undergrad’s writing center
*Law clerk
*secretary/receptionist at a chemical company outside Chicago (thank you, temp agency)
*sales assistant at Southern Living magazine in Chicago, which was by far the coolest job I’ve ever had - my boss had a liquor cabinet in his office and we had happy hour every Friday afternoon. It was awesome. Plus I had lots of free time, so I got paid to surf the internet.
Four movies you could watch over and over:
*the remake of the Thomas Crowne Affair (hot hot hot)
*When Harry Met Sally
*Love Actually
*Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Four places you've lived:
*Alpena, Michigan
*Ogden, Utah
*Marshall, Minnesota
*Valparaiso, Indiana
Four TV shows you love to watch:
*Grey’s Anatomy
*Boston Legal (love me some James Spader)
*America’s Test Kitchen from Cook’s Illustrated (yes, I love PBS)
*Sex and the City (except now I can watch it unedited and uncut WHENEVER I want! HA!)
Four places you've been on vacation:
*Ojai, California
*Florence, Italy (favorite city)
*Norway (in high school my parents & I went all over the Southern half of the country - my dad is Norweigan.)
*Park City, Utah (AWESOME skiing)
Four of your favorite foods:
*Broccoli (yes, seriously)
*Mashed Potatoes
*Oranges (does orange juice count?)
*Wham (it’s a faux lunch meat product made by Worthington Foods and it’s DAMN good, so no mocking!)
Four places you'd rather be right now:
*In Wisconsin with my sister & niece & nephew
*Skiing in Utah (best snow on earth, yo, seriously)
*Chicago
*Does “Employed” count?
Four sites I visit daily: (only 4?!?)
*CNN
*Go Fug Yourself
*Defamer
*all the blogs I read
Four Bloggers you are tagging:
*Ms. 1,000 Words
*Cari G
*Ms. Utopaforia
*and: anyone who hasn’t already done this?
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
HOO HAH!
WE NOW HAVE INTERNET! AND WE NOW HAVE TV! YAY FOR CABLE!
Of course, we don't get our phone until the 17th. Why? I have NO idea. But whatever, we at least have TV and the internet!
I have lots to say, but I can't because we got this super duper deal on cable where we have just about every channel (not the movie channels), and I have been completely SUCKED into a marathon of Project Runway for the entire afternoon. I was even planning to make myself my birthday cake (albeit a bit late!) today (an angel food cake, from scratch yo), but I can't TEAR myself away from the design mayhem! It's just fantastic. I can hardly break away for food and drink.
So kids, I'll write more later. Maybe I'll liveblog the grammy's. We'll see.
Of course, we don't get our phone until the 17th. Why? I have NO idea. But whatever, we at least have TV and the internet!
I have lots to say, but I can't because we got this super duper deal on cable where we have just about every channel (not the movie channels), and I have been completely SUCKED into a marathon of Project Runway for the entire afternoon. I was even planning to make myself my birthday cake (albeit a bit late!) today (an angel food cake, from scratch yo), but I can't TEAR myself away from the design mayhem! It's just fantastic. I can hardly break away for food and drink.
So kids, I'll write more later. Maybe I'll liveblog the grammy's. We'll see.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Back in action...sort of
I'm up here in Washington! We arrived today after 2 1/3 days of driving. I was totally planning to do one of those "I'm on my way" sort of posts, but our internet got disconnected way earlier than I thought it was going to. And then I couldn't ever blog from the hotel at night b/c we stayed at ghetto-ass Motel 6's, because they accept pets. And right now I'm scamming one of my new neighbor's internet connection, even though it's super slow and sucky.
Comcast is supposed to come and give us a phone, cable, and internet at some point, but the cell phone kept cutting Husband off right when the Comcast people were about to tell him what day/time. So it'll be a fun little surprise whenever they get here.
Our stuff is supposed to get here Saturday morning, and I can't wait to get everything organized and set up. Oh, and I'm totally doing laundry right now and it's F-U-N!!!
K, we gotta' go grocery shopping. We dropped $300 at Target this afternoon, which was WAY FUN. I got some super fun cleaning stuff and other goodies. Oh, and there was a fire at another one of the buildings this evening. Fun times!
I'll post all about our trip up here and moving in as soon as Comcast sets us up.
Comcast is supposed to come and give us a phone, cable, and internet at some point, but the cell phone kept cutting Husband off right when the Comcast people were about to tell him what day/time. So it'll be a fun little surprise whenever they get here.
Our stuff is supposed to get here Saturday morning, and I can't wait to get everything organized and set up. Oh, and I'm totally doing laundry right now and it's F-U-N!!!
K, we gotta' go grocery shopping. We dropped $300 at Target this afternoon, which was WAY FUN. I got some super fun cleaning stuff and other goodies. Oh, and there was a fire at another one of the buildings this evening. Fun times!
I'll post all about our trip up here and moving in as soon as Comcast sets us up.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
all ready to go
I am done! Everything is packed and ready to go for 9:00 am tomorrow morning. I can't believe it's all really happening tomorrow.!. Even though I checked all the cupboards and closets and everywhere, I have this nagging feeling that tomorrow after the movers come, I'll discover a treasure trove of shit I forgot to pack. And if that happens, I'm going to just THROW IT ALL AWAY.
I am incredibly tired, and I think I'm going to go to bed. Everything aches.
I am incredibly tired, and I think I'm going to go to bed. Everything aches.
oh. just oh.
Apparently I decided to have 37 beers last night.
And my head feels like it was in a soccer match.
Happy birthday to me.!.
Husband reports I was a fun, happy drunk but not really functioning by the end of the night. And you should see the pictures. We met these two Australian guys who had just flown in yesterday and came straight to the pub, and apparently I invited them over today (with beer)...which will be tricky if they actually show up given that we've got to finish up packing because the movers are coming TOMORROW MORNING.
Yes, I invited two random Australian guys from the pub (we were at a British pub) over. It was just a lovefest last night.
And I just want to know, how long does Tylenol take to kick in? Seriously. I think I'm going to go eat a piece of bread.
UPDATE: finishing up packing completely SUCKS when you're hungover. Ohmygod. I just want to feel human again and I don't even care about packing my crap anymore. Ugh.
And my head feels like it was in a soccer match.
Happy birthday to me.!.
Husband reports I was a fun, happy drunk but not really functioning by the end of the night. And you should see the pictures. We met these two Australian guys who had just flown in yesterday and came straight to the pub, and apparently I invited them over today (with beer)...which will be tricky if they actually show up given that we've got to finish up packing because the movers are coming TOMORROW MORNING.
Yes, I invited two random Australian guys from the pub (we were at a British pub) over. It was just a lovefest last night.
And I just want to know, how long does Tylenol take to kick in? Seriously. I think I'm going to go eat a piece of bread.
UPDATE: finishing up packing completely SUCKS when you're hungover. Ohmygod. I just want to feel human again and I don't even care about packing my crap anymore. Ugh.
Friday, January 27, 2006
My Husband R-O-C-K-S!!!
I decided to start celebrating my birthday this evening...I call it: birthday eve!
So, wanna' know why Husband has won himself a years' worth of brownie points?
He got me the COMPLETE Sex and the City set for my birthday! HA! I'm in SATC heaven! It's an orgy of SATC episodes tonight! It's just fabulous.
I still can't get over it. I own the complete Sex and the City. How much do I rock?!?
Tomorrow for my birthday the plans include: going to my favorite breakfast joint for the best belgium waffle in town; going to the beach to bake myself silly; going to our favorite Italian restaurant for dinner; going to this awesome British pub in Santa Monica for awesome beer on tap. Of course, "breakfast" is relative considering I'll probably be staying up all night watching my AWESOME new birthday present. 'Cuz that's how I roll. Yeah.
So, wanna' know why Husband has won himself a years' worth of brownie points?
He got me the COMPLETE Sex and the City set for my birthday! HA! I'm in SATC heaven! It's an orgy of SATC episodes tonight! It's just fabulous.
I still can't get over it. I own the complete Sex and the City. How much do I rock?!?
Tomorrow for my birthday the plans include: going to my favorite breakfast joint for the best belgium waffle in town; going to the beach to bake myself silly; going to our favorite Italian restaurant for dinner; going to this awesome British pub in Santa Monica for awesome beer on tap. Of course, "breakfast" is relative considering I'll probably be staying up all night watching my AWESOME new birthday present. 'Cuz that's how I roll. Yeah.
Going on STRIKE
I didn't pack anything today. I had ENOUGH. I just couldn't take any more boxes or packing tape so I decided to go on strike and give myself a break. I still think I'll make my goal of being done tomorrow, so it's all good.
I am incredibly exhausted. I think all the stress from moving is finally hitting me. I'm just ready for it to be done already.
Oh, it seems my brain has gone to bed ahead of my body. I think I'm going to follow my brain.
I am incredibly exhausted. I think all the stress from moving is finally hitting me. I'm just ready for it to be done already.
Oh, it seems my brain has gone to bed ahead of my body. I think I'm going to follow my brain.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Hey genius...
TIP: when packing your kitchen, be sure to make sure you've taken all tupperware containers out of the refridgerator first.
I tackled the kitchen tonight, and just when I thought I was pretty much done I opened the refrigerator and saw 4 tupperware containers staring back at me. And here I thought I was done with the kitchen. Grrr.
I now have 40 boxes packed. FORTY. That's right, I've been busy, bitches! And I've been rockin' out while packing to good ol' classic '80's tunes. Nothing like a little Madonna and Duran Duran to make packing fun.
I tackled the kitchen tonight, and just when I thought I was pretty much done I opened the refrigerator and saw 4 tupperware containers staring back at me. And here I thought I was done with the kitchen. Grrr.
I now have 40 boxes packed. FORTY. That's right, I've been busy, bitches! And I've been rockin' out while packing to good ol' classic '80's tunes. Nothing like a little Madonna and Duran Duran to make packing fun.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Those are tears of HAPPINESS.
Right now I am doing the last 2 loads of laundry: (1) in a community laundry room; and (2) where the machines require quarters to run.
Why is that, you ask? BECAUSE MY NEW APARTMENT HAS ITS OWN WASHER AND DRYER. HOORAY!
I didn't want to do any more laundry, but I had to do just enough to get us through to next week...where I will be able to do laundry WHENEVER I want without having to get QUARTERS or racing other people to the laundry room. HA HA HA HA HA!
This fills me with glee.
Why is that, you ask? BECAUSE MY NEW APARTMENT HAS ITS OWN WASHER AND DRYER. HOORAY!
I didn't want to do any more laundry, but I had to do just enough to get us through to next week...where I will be able to do laundry WHENEVER I want without having to get QUARTERS or racing other people to the laundry room. HA HA HA HA HA!
This fills me with glee.
5 days and counting...
Well, things are starting to feel like warp speed.
I have successfully hired movers and coerced Husband into posting a few things we want to sell on Craigslist. The Craigslist items include my car. I don't want to drive it up to Washington without a side mirror and with the plates expiring, and we don't want to pay $500 to have the movers ship it. And the insurance company is just being a pain the rear - I called them yesterday and they said they'd try to have somebody come out by the end of the week. I told them we're moving on MONDAY, but they of course don't really care. Hopefully we can sell the car so we don't have figure out what we're going to do with it.
I still have lots of packing to do, but it's coming together nicely. I'm less than amused by how packing boxes is like playing Tetris in real life. And I've got lots of experience with moving, having done quite a lot of it growing up (no, my dad's not in the military, but is a pastor).
Oh, and Miss Eve, yes this move is happening quite quickly - from decision to packing. We knew we wanted to leave California (especially LA), and once we settled on a place I knew it would be a quick move. Once we got up to the Seattle area, we kind of knew immediately that it was a good fit for us. I'm the type where once I know what's going to happen, let's make it happen NOW. I'm really excited to get up there and settled in...and organizing everything in our new place.
Ok, got to get back to packing. Yes, Heather, I saw that you tagged me for that meme, and I'll do it but probably not until after we move. And for those of you emailing me wanting to know more info, I'm going to respond...just probably after the move, as well.
I have successfully hired movers and coerced Husband into posting a few things we want to sell on Craigslist. The Craigslist items include my car. I don't want to drive it up to Washington without a side mirror and with the plates expiring, and we don't want to pay $500 to have the movers ship it. And the insurance company is just being a pain the rear - I called them yesterday and they said they'd try to have somebody come out by the end of the week. I told them we're moving on MONDAY, but they of course don't really care. Hopefully we can sell the car so we don't have figure out what we're going to do with it.
I still have lots of packing to do, but it's coming together nicely. I'm less than amused by how packing boxes is like playing Tetris in real life. And I've got lots of experience with moving, having done quite a lot of it growing up (no, my dad's not in the military, but is a pastor).
Oh, and Miss Eve, yes this move is happening quite quickly - from decision to packing. We knew we wanted to leave California (especially LA), and once we settled on a place I knew it would be a quick move. Once we got up to the Seattle area, we kind of knew immediately that it was a good fit for us. I'm the type where once I know what's going to happen, let's make it happen NOW. I'm really excited to get up there and settled in...and organizing everything in our new place.
Ok, got to get back to packing. Yes, Heather, I saw that you tagged me for that meme, and I'll do it but probably not until after we move. And for those of you emailing me wanting to know more info, I'm going to respond...just probably after the move, as well.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Why my expiring plates may not be an issue...
I walked out to my car this morning, all ready to run errands (which included a trip to Ikea, always a fun time). As I walk towards my car, parked on the street, I notice a side mirror laying on the side of the street.
Then I walk around to get into my car and discover that THE ENTIRE DRIVER'S SIDE OF MY CAR HAS BEEN SLAMMED, BUMPER TO BUMPER.
My side mirror is now just hanging from the side of my car, the actual mirror piece entirely gone.
The trim from both the doors is LAYING IN PIECES ON THE STREET.
When I say that the entire side of my car is destroyed, I mean the entire side is dented. And I'm fairly sure it was a silver car that destroyed mine, because there are huge patches and scratches of silver on my car, from bumper to bumper.
EVEN MY FRONT WHEEL COVER IS CRACKED. CRACKED. How fast was this asshole driving to CRACK my wheel cover?!?
And what makes this even more outrageous is that this asshole didn't even leave a note. NOTHING. Destroy my car and run, bitch. This happened sometime between 8:30 last night and noon today. Both Husband & I are convinced it was a drunk driver that swerved into my car and then kept going.
And get this: no other cars were touched, JUST MINE. Talk about shit luck.
Depending on what the insurance offers, it may not even be worth it to get my car fixed. So we may not even have figure out what to do about my expiring plates.
I still can't believe my car was sideswiped. At least the asshole's car got destroyed, too.
* * *
In other news, I packed 10 boxes tonight. I got these great file boxes from Staples and Trader Joe's gave me 10 wine boxes, with the dividers still in them. I packed all our wine glasses, and the rest of the dividers will be excellent as dividers between plates and bowls.
Then I walk around to get into my car and discover that THE ENTIRE DRIVER'S SIDE OF MY CAR HAS BEEN SLAMMED, BUMPER TO BUMPER.
My side mirror is now just hanging from the side of my car, the actual mirror piece entirely gone.
The trim from both the doors is LAYING IN PIECES ON THE STREET.
When I say that the entire side of my car is destroyed, I mean the entire side is dented. And I'm fairly sure it was a silver car that destroyed mine, because there are huge patches and scratches of silver on my car, from bumper to bumper.
EVEN MY FRONT WHEEL COVER IS CRACKED. CRACKED. How fast was this asshole driving to CRACK my wheel cover?!?
And what makes this even more outrageous is that this asshole didn't even leave a note. NOTHING. Destroy my car and run, bitch. This happened sometime between 8:30 last night and noon today. Both Husband & I are convinced it was a drunk driver that swerved into my car and then kept going.
And get this: no other cars were touched, JUST MINE. Talk about shit luck.
Depending on what the insurance offers, it may not even be worth it to get my car fixed. So we may not even have figure out what to do about my expiring plates.
I still can't believe my car was sideswiped. At least the asshole's car got destroyed, too.
* * *
In other news, I packed 10 boxes tonight. I got these great file boxes from Staples and Trader Joe's gave me 10 wine boxes, with the dividers still in them. I packed all our wine glasses, and the rest of the dividers will be excellent as dividers between plates and bowls.
I need boxes NOW, not on Friday!
I couldn't get out of bed to get to Target. My bed & pillows were just so comfy after the crap hotel pillows.
I had this great idea of ordering boxes & packing supplies online, so it would be cheaper. However, because today is Sunday and apparently all box wholesalers are on the East coast, I wouldn't get anything until Thursday or Friday. I can't wait to start packing until Friday! I need to start packing NOW.
Of course all this hinges on a moving company being able to come on the 30th, which is when we need to have our crap out because the final walk-through is on the 31st. And our move-in date is February 2.
There's also another potential problem: my plates expire this month, and since we're moving there's NO point in renewing them here in California. But do I really want to risk driving through Oregon and Washington with expired plates? Or do I pay the moving company to ship my car and then just register it when we get to Washington? Augh! I'm starting to feel completely overwhelmed!
I'm going to go search out boxes. And damn it, I'd better be able to find some today! I need to start packing!
(Now would be the time to send me calming words of wisdom.)
I had this great idea of ordering boxes & packing supplies online, so it would be cheaper. However, because today is Sunday and apparently all box wholesalers are on the East coast, I wouldn't get anything until Thursday or Friday. I can't wait to start packing until Friday! I need to start packing NOW.
Of course all this hinges on a moving company being able to come on the 30th, which is when we need to have our crap out because the final walk-through is on the 31st. And our move-in date is February 2.
There's also another potential problem: my plates expire this month, and since we're moving there's NO point in renewing them here in California. But do I really want to risk driving through Oregon and Washington with expired plates? Or do I pay the moving company to ship my car and then just register it when we get to Washington? Augh! I'm starting to feel completely overwhelmed!
I'm going to go search out boxes. And damn it, I'd better be able to find some today! I need to start packing!
(Now would be the time to send me calming words of wisdom.)
Saturday, January 21, 2006
can't sleep...too much to do...
I've got so much going on in my head I'm a little worried this post will come out psychophrenic.
In fact, I'm so scattered I'm not sure I can even commit to writing a real post.
Suffice it to say:
*The packing madness has begun.
*I've become a box whore. Tomorrow at 8:00 am I'm going to Target to get boxes and then at noon to the liquor store to get boxes.
*I've been consumed with making lists. Really, it's the only way to be truly organized. But I've been having trouble sleeping because I keep thinking of everything I need to do. Of course the absolutely craptastic excuse for pillows at the hotel were probably also to blame.
*I got home and had 18 messages on my answering machine from moving companies.
*Tomorrow I'm going to Ikea to get those fabulous, cheap magazine storage holders. Gotta' preserve my Real Simple and Martha Stewart Living.
*Husband brought the cat home from the sitter. He's looking a little pissed at having gone from a 3 bedroom house back to a 1 bedroom apartment. Of course in just 2 weeks, we'll be upgrading to a 2 bedroom apartment, and his royal fuzzy highness will get lots of space.
*I think I'm stressed about getting everything done...my nails are starting to look like they're in a war.
*I was reading some tips on moving with pets, and came across several suggestiong to get a cat a harness & leash, so the cat doesn't run away. At Target tonight I got the cat a harness and leash. I put it on, just to get him adjusted to it, and WOWEE, I've never seen a cat jump and thrash around like that! I think it's safe to say that he HATES the harness and this may be turn out to be completely and entirely unsuccessful.
*Tonight at Target I bought a bottle of wine. As I was checking out, the cashier looked at my license and said "Happy Birthday on Saturday!". And my initial reaction was to SHUDDER. Holy crap, my birthday is a week from today. It doesn't even feel like my birthday is in a week. And since we'll be packing and about to move, there won't be much celebration. I think I'm pretty okay with that, though, because I'm not sure I want to turn 27. I was suppose to have my life all figured out at age 27.
I think I need a glass of wine.
In fact, I'm so scattered I'm not sure I can even commit to writing a real post.
Suffice it to say:
*The packing madness has begun.
*I've become a box whore. Tomorrow at 8:00 am I'm going to Target to get boxes and then at noon to the liquor store to get boxes.
*I've been consumed with making lists. Really, it's the only way to be truly organized. But I've been having trouble sleeping because I keep thinking of everything I need to do. Of course the absolutely craptastic excuse for pillows at the hotel were probably also to blame.
*I got home and had 18 messages on my answering machine from moving companies.
*Tomorrow I'm going to Ikea to get those fabulous, cheap magazine storage holders. Gotta' preserve my Real Simple and Martha Stewart Living.
*Husband brought the cat home from the sitter. He's looking a little pissed at having gone from a 3 bedroom house back to a 1 bedroom apartment. Of course in just 2 weeks, we'll be upgrading to a 2 bedroom apartment, and his royal fuzzy highness will get lots of space.
*I think I'm stressed about getting everything done...my nails are starting to look like they're in a war.
*I was reading some tips on moving with pets, and came across several suggestiong to get a cat a harness & leash, so the cat doesn't run away. At Target tonight I got the cat a harness and leash. I put it on, just to get him adjusted to it, and WOWEE, I've never seen a cat jump and thrash around like that! I think it's safe to say that he HATES the harness and this may be turn out to be completely and entirely unsuccessful.
*Tonight at Target I bought a bottle of wine. As I was checking out, the cashier looked at my license and said "Happy Birthday on Saturday!". And my initial reaction was to SHUDDER. Holy crap, my birthday is a week from today. It doesn't even feel like my birthday is in a week. And since we'll be packing and about to move, there won't be much celebration. I think I'm pretty okay with that, though, because I'm not sure I want to turn 27. I was suppose to have my life all figured out at age 27.
I think I need a glass of wine.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
SEATTLE, HERE WE COME!
We have absolutely fallen in LOVE with Seattle!
There are so many trees, it's like we're experiencing tree-gasms! And it's so green! And the scenery is just beautiful. We just can't get over it. And we can't stop gaping at all the beautiful trees. Have I mentioned the TREES?!? And the rain does not bother me. In fact, I LIKE IT. I haven't gotten ENOUGH rain in LA the past 2 years. And the sun just came out and it's even more gorgeous!
The second apartment we looked at yesterday we fell in love with. We slept on it, and SIGNED THE LEASE THIS MORNING! It's a gorgeous apartment, and soooo much cheaper than what we're paying now!
And here's an even MORE exciting bit: WE'RE MOVING IN 2 WEEKS!!! (Told you we'd want to move right away!)
I've got to go start the moving process! YAY!
There are so many trees, it's like we're experiencing tree-gasms! And it's so green! And the scenery is just beautiful. We just can't get over it. And we can't stop gaping at all the beautiful trees. Have I mentioned the TREES?!? And the rain does not bother me. In fact, I LIKE IT. I haven't gotten ENOUGH rain in LA the past 2 years. And the sun just came out and it's even more gorgeous!
The second apartment we looked at yesterday we fell in love with. We slept on it, and SIGNED THE LEASE THIS MORNING! It's a gorgeous apartment, and soooo much cheaper than what we're paying now!
And here's an even MORE exciting bit: WE'RE MOVING IN 2 WEEKS!!! (Told you we'd want to move right away!)
I've got to go start the moving process! YAY!
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
I see a sleep-filled flight in my future...
It's almost midnight, and I just finished packing. We have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning to get to the airport on time. Yipee. Despite all the tiredness in my near future I am SUPER excited about our trip. Actually, almost too excited to sleep.
I still have to wash the remaining few items in the sink, finish my glass of wine, and go to bed. I packed more than I wanted to, but still in carry-on size. I refuse to check luggage for a 3 day trip. I'm bringing an extra pair of pants & shoes in case of, uh, excessive wetness.
We took our kitty to his sitter tonight. The person who's watching him has a nice, big house, and as soon as we let him out of his kitty carrier, he ran to explore the house and never looked back. It was a little sad for me because when we left, he didn't even want to say goodbye. At least he'll be happy terrorizing the sitter while we're gone.
Ok, I have to finish watching Boston Legal (and my wine) and then go to bed! Husband is taking his computer, so if the internet isn't too expensive at our hotel, I'll post from Seattle!
See ya' on the other side, kids! And wish me luck that it all works out for the best!
I still have to wash the remaining few items in the sink, finish my glass of wine, and go to bed. I packed more than I wanted to, but still in carry-on size. I refuse to check luggage for a 3 day trip. I'm bringing an extra pair of pants & shoes in case of, uh, excessive wetness.
We took our kitty to his sitter tonight. The person who's watching him has a nice, big house, and as soon as we let him out of his kitty carrier, he ran to explore the house and never looked back. It was a little sad for me because when we left, he didn't even want to say goodbye. At least he'll be happy terrorizing the sitter while we're gone.
Ok, I have to finish watching Boston Legal (and my wine) and then go to bed! Husband is taking his computer, so if the internet isn't too expensive at our hotel, I'll post from Seattle!
See ya' on the other side, kids! And wish me luck that it all works out for the best!
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Seattle: ? or !
This week Husband & I are going to Seattle. We're leaving on Wednesday and coming back Saturday. I'm really excited!
If this: "?" becomes this: "!", then we want to move RIGHT AWAY. As in we'll start packing when we get back. Yes, I am incredibly excited to be moving away from LA.
So, any ideas/thoughts/tips/wisdom/anecdotes any of you feel compelled to share about Seattle/moving/etc., consider this your invitation to share away!
If this: "?" becomes this: "!", then we want to move RIGHT AWAY. As in we'll start packing when we get back. Yes, I am incredibly excited to be moving away from LA.
So, any ideas/thoughts/tips/wisdom/anecdotes any of you feel compelled to share about Seattle/moving/etc., consider this your invitation to share away!
Friday, January 13, 2006
Quick, somebody up my meds!
Today as I was coming out of Trader Joe's with groceries, I went to my car. The first thing I notice is that my minnie mouse antenna topper is gone (this helps me identify my car in a parking lot). I frown a little at this discovery, but think that it may have just gone to antenna topper heaven, and it was old so that wasn't an entirely unplausible thought.
I put my key in the trunk and I'm trying to open it. The key isn't really wanting to turn, and I'm still thinking it's my car because my key is getting a bit wonky. THEN I notice that there's a sticker in the back window that ISN'T MINE. OHMYGOD, this is NOT MY CAR! To my defense, this other car was only 1 row away from mine, the same make, model, color, and year as my car.
And of course, this whole time there's a woman waiting for this spot. So my medication-free moment had a witness. At least she was nice enough to roll down her window and throw a "it looks just like your car" sympathy comment my way.
Sheesh.
I put my key in the trunk and I'm trying to open it. The key isn't really wanting to turn, and I'm still thinking it's my car because my key is getting a bit wonky. THEN I notice that there's a sticker in the back window that ISN'T MINE. OHMYGOD, this is NOT MY CAR! To my defense, this other car was only 1 row away from mine, the same make, model, color, and year as my car.
And of course, this whole time there's a woman waiting for this spot. So my medication-free moment had a witness. At least she was nice enough to roll down her window and throw a "it looks just like your car" sympathy comment my way.
Sheesh.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Indignation
You have GOT to be kidding me.
Some complete ass STOLE our water. No, I'm not kidding.
Because we're water snobs, we get these water bottles delivered - the kind where you have to turn them over and put them into a water dispenser. We got our latest bottle delivered yesterday. YESTERDAY. Tonight when Husband was getting ready for work, I thanked him for bringing in the water bottle (I'd have to roll it in while simultaneously preventing the cat from escaping). He says he didn't bring it in, didn't I? Well, NO, I DIDN'T.
Neither one of us brought the bottle in...which would lead to the inevitable conclusion that SOME JACKASS STOLE IT.
Who the hell steals a bottle of water? And one that most likely requires being rolled down the hall because it's too heavy to carry very far?
Seriously, WHO STEALS WATER?!?
Some complete ass STOLE our water. No, I'm not kidding.
Because we're water snobs, we get these water bottles delivered - the kind where you have to turn them over and put them into a water dispenser. We got our latest bottle delivered yesterday. YESTERDAY. Tonight when Husband was getting ready for work, I thanked him for bringing in the water bottle (I'd have to roll it in while simultaneously preventing the cat from escaping). He says he didn't bring it in, didn't I? Well, NO, I DIDN'T.
Neither one of us brought the bottle in...which would lead to the inevitable conclusion that SOME JACKASS STOLE IT.
Who the hell steals a bottle of water? And one that most likely requires being rolled down the hall because it's too heavy to carry very far?
Seriously, WHO STEALS WATER?!?
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Thoughts
1. I'm a little surprised that you can actually say "bitch" on TV before 10 p.m. This is not because I'm conservative. What got me noticing it was all the recent family time I've had - one part of my family wouldn't be caught dead listening to anything with such foul language. And for them, it's kind of like watching sex scenes with your parents - just wierd.
2. When Miss Smarty Pants was here visiting last week, she took me for a mani/pedi for my birthday (which is in a few weeks - fear not, you'll all be duly notified). I've noticed that whenever I do get a manicure (like, once a year) my cuticles come out mangled. Which leads to a painful growing-back process. Which now makes me sound like my fingers look like Revenge of the Cuticle. Despite this slight inconvenience, my fingers & toes look mahhhvelous.
3. It's a good thing my kitty is so darn cute. Especially when he's doing his best to push my patience to the absolute limit. I keep telling myself that the teething will stop. I mean, he has to get fat & lazy eventually, right?
4. I think the Burger King King guy is hysterical. I realize he's also creepy, but I just find him funny. Like, I'm tempted to have TiVo start a collection of those commercials. Does this make me beyond wierd? According to this site I guess I'm a cynical man "of the 18-35 crowd". Hmmm.
5. I know one of my yearly goals was to accept my body for the way it is, but that does NOT mean I can continue to gorge myself silly. In trying to accept my body, I'd like to do things that make me feel good. I think this means I need to get back on the exercise hamster wheel. And I dislike exercising so much I'd rather eat less than be forced to work out. And yes, I know the whole serotonin hoo-hah. Still. I think I'm one of those people that needs a commando-style trainer. Any takers?
6. Confession: I don't like water. That doesn't mean I don't drink it. I do, I just don't enjoy it. Unless I'm I've been in the Sahara thirsty. And I feel badly about this, and I don't know why. Water guilt?
7. I did NINE loads of laundry today. Yes, that's all I did today. No, I haven't been avoiding laundry for the last month. I had to do lots of things you don't wash all the time - like blankets and beach towels & the extra sheets. It wasn't really a fun day. I'm SO having a washer/dryer IN my next apartment.
8. Speaking of my next apartment, Husband & I are going to SEATTLE next week.!. I'm really excited to find out if it's a good fit for us. I will definitely be posting more details about this, not to mention SOLICITING ideas/tips/info from those of you with Seattle knowledge.
9. Because I need to end on an odd number (despite my OCD need for symmetry & balance), I'll share the few things on my birthday wish list. I'd REALLY like the complete Sex And The City. I've seen them all, and yet I still watch the edited, sliced-and-diced version they show on TV. Although it's still fun to watch, the non-sliced-and-diced version is so much better.
(9.b.) I also would like a 9x9x2 baking pan. Turns out having one is NOT enough if you want to do a cake, especially a Martha Stewart coconut cake for Husband's birthday. And they don't sell 9x9x2 pans at the grocery store. Oh, they sell 8x8x1 15/32 (not kidding), but NO 9x9x2. I think Williams Sonoma decided to put a copyright out on that pan size (maybe together with Sur La Table) so no grocery stores or normal, not expensive stores will carry them. Which will undoubtedly lead to MUCH frustration.
(9.c.) In any event, the coconut cake turned out BEAUTIFULLY, and it was my FIRST cake from scratch. I even made the frosting from scratch. I did take pictures, so when I get them developed, I'll post it. (Given the recent debacle with the last camera's memory card, Husband is a little reticent to let me use his brand new camera.)
Ok, I think that's all for now. I'm contemplating going to bed before 2:oo a.m. We'll see.
2. When Miss Smarty Pants was here visiting last week, she took me for a mani/pedi for my birthday (which is in a few weeks - fear not, you'll all be duly notified). I've noticed that whenever I do get a manicure (like, once a year) my cuticles come out mangled. Which leads to a painful growing-back process. Which now makes me sound like my fingers look like Revenge of the Cuticle. Despite this slight inconvenience, my fingers & toes look mahhhvelous.
3. It's a good thing my kitty is so darn cute. Especially when he's doing his best to push my patience to the absolute limit. I keep telling myself that the teething will stop. I mean, he has to get fat & lazy eventually, right?
4. I think the Burger King King guy is hysterical. I realize he's also creepy, but I just find him funny. Like, I'm tempted to have TiVo start a collection of those commercials. Does this make me beyond wierd? According to this site I guess I'm a cynical man "of the 18-35 crowd". Hmmm.
5. I know one of my yearly goals was to accept my body for the way it is, but that does NOT mean I can continue to gorge myself silly. In trying to accept my body, I'd like to do things that make me feel good. I think this means I need to get back on the exercise hamster wheel. And I dislike exercising so much I'd rather eat less than be forced to work out. And yes, I know the whole serotonin hoo-hah. Still. I think I'm one of those people that needs a commando-style trainer. Any takers?
6. Confession: I don't like water. That doesn't mean I don't drink it. I do, I just don't enjoy it. Unless I'm I've been in the Sahara thirsty. And I feel badly about this, and I don't know why. Water guilt?
7. I did NINE loads of laundry today. Yes, that's all I did today. No, I haven't been avoiding laundry for the last month. I had to do lots of things you don't wash all the time - like blankets and beach towels & the extra sheets. It wasn't really a fun day. I'm SO having a washer/dryer IN my next apartment.
8. Speaking of my next apartment, Husband & I are going to SEATTLE next week.!. I'm really excited to find out if it's a good fit for us. I will definitely be posting more details about this, not to mention SOLICITING ideas/tips/info from those of you with Seattle knowledge.
9. Because I need to end on an odd number (despite my OCD need for symmetry & balance), I'll share the few things on my birthday wish list. I'd REALLY like the complete Sex And The City. I've seen them all, and yet I still watch the edited, sliced-and-diced version they show on TV. Although it's still fun to watch, the non-sliced-and-diced version is so much better.
(9.b.) I also would like a 9x9x2 baking pan. Turns out having one is NOT enough if you want to do a cake, especially a Martha Stewart coconut cake for Husband's birthday. And they don't sell 9x9x2 pans at the grocery store. Oh, they sell 8x8x1 15/32 (not kidding), but NO 9x9x2. I think Williams Sonoma decided to put a copyright out on that pan size (maybe together with Sur La Table) so no grocery stores or normal, not expensive stores will carry them. Which will undoubtedly lead to MUCH frustration.
(9.c.) In any event, the coconut cake turned out BEAUTIFULLY, and it was my FIRST cake from scratch. I even made the frosting from scratch. I did take pictures, so when I get them developed, I'll post it. (Given the recent debacle with the last camera's memory card, Husband is a little reticent to let me use his brand new camera.)
Ok, I think that's all for now. I'm contemplating going to bed before 2:oo a.m. We'll see.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
and a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY goes to...
Happy Birthday, Husband!
Enjoy being older than me for the next 20 days. Hee!
Enjoy being older than me for the next 20 days. Hee!
WHO'S THE TROOPER NOW?!?
I AM!
Wanna know why? It is 5:15 A.M. and I AM STILL UP. Oh yeah. It all started with strip card games (which I handily won in a straight set against Husband, HA!), Wedding Crashers around midnight and then The Exorcism of Emily Rose (currently on pause). I think I'm actually becoming (gasp) NOCTURNAL. (Paging Eve!)
This last week has been sparse as far as postings go because I've had COMPANY. And it's been jolly good fun. A friend from college (who is currently in law school and is a Resident Smarty Pants) came down to spend a few days with me. We had tons of fun, although I think I'm due for a chocolate detox (we relived good ol' college days, complete with the chocolate-chip cookie dough). We saw: The Island (better than you think), 40 Year Old Virgin, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Smarty Pants hadn't seen it), and Must Love Dogs.
The 40 Year Old Virgin was laugh-your-pants-off funny. Must Love Dogs was cute (love me some John Cusak).
Last night we went to see The Producers, from which we all pretty much lost our voices because we were laughing so much.
Ok, back to The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Good times, good times.
Wanna know why? It is 5:15 A.M. and I AM STILL UP. Oh yeah. It all started with strip card games (which I handily won in a straight set against Husband, HA!), Wedding Crashers around midnight and then The Exorcism of Emily Rose (currently on pause). I think I'm actually becoming (gasp) NOCTURNAL. (Paging Eve!)
This last week has been sparse as far as postings go because I've had COMPANY. And it's been jolly good fun. A friend from college (who is currently in law school and is a Resident Smarty Pants) came down to spend a few days with me. We had tons of fun, although I think I'm due for a chocolate detox (we relived good ol' college days, complete with the chocolate-chip cookie dough). We saw: The Island (better than you think), 40 Year Old Virgin, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Smarty Pants hadn't seen it), and Must Love Dogs.
The 40 Year Old Virgin was laugh-your-pants-off funny. Must Love Dogs was cute (love me some John Cusak).
Last night we went to see The Producers, from which we all pretty much lost our voices because we were laughing so much.
Ok, back to The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Good times, good times.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Fee-fi-fo-fum-resolutions
So... the resolutions. Hmmm. I don't really think I can improve on Saucy's list.
I've never really been into the whole resolution game, anyways. Here's why: I'm a perfectionist, and I can't handle the not following through. Which is also the same reason why I never did the whole Nano Wrimo thing in November. That doesn't mean I'll never write a novel, and this doesn't mean I don't make resolution-type goals to improve my life.
So, instead of the pressure of resolutions hanging over my head, how about we just call them GOALS for 2006?
1. I'd really like to become a licensed attorney this year.
2. I'd like to go easier on myself this year. You know, be okay with me being me. Not expect myself to loose an unrealistic amount of weight but instead accept my body the way it is, flaws and all.
3. I'd like to be nicer to people. There's too much hate and anger in the world already, I don't need to be adding to it!
4. I'd like to watch less television, and read more books. And not fluffy books - cerebral books.
5. I'd like to play more music this year - both piano and violin.
6. I'd like to find some career satisfaction. It doesn't have to come by way of the legal profession. I'm just tired of feeling so unbalanced in that part of my life.
7. Along that line, I'd like to find balance in my life - in family, career, social life, everything. I'm tired of feeling like everything is out of whack!
I've never really been into the whole resolution game, anyways. Here's why: I'm a perfectionist, and I can't handle the not following through. Which is also the same reason why I never did the whole Nano Wrimo thing in November. That doesn't mean I'll never write a novel, and this doesn't mean I don't make resolution-type goals to improve my life.
So, instead of the pressure of resolutions hanging over my head, how about we just call them GOALS for 2006?
1. I'd really like to become a licensed attorney this year.
2. I'd like to go easier on myself this year. You know, be okay with me being me. Not expect myself to loose an unrealistic amount of weight but instead accept my body the way it is, flaws and all.
3. I'd like to be nicer to people. There's too much hate and anger in the world already, I don't need to be adding to it!
4. I'd like to watch less television, and read more books. And not fluffy books - cerebral books.
5. I'd like to play more music this year - both piano and violin.
6. I'd like to find some career satisfaction. It doesn't have to come by way of the legal profession. I'm just tired of feeling so unbalanced in that part of my life.
7. Along that line, I'd like to find balance in my life - in family, career, social life, everything. I'm tired of feeling like everything is out of whack!
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Good Riddance, 2005!
HAPPY NEW YEAR, KIDS!
For those of you planning to paint the town red tonight, HAVE FUN!!!
My plans are rather boring. I'm staying in, watching movies (isn't When Harry Met Sally a requirement?), drinking, and doing it all in comfy clothes. Husband & I were going to go to a local bar & then wind up at this fun Mexican restaurant for midnight (we did the same last year), but he found out 2 days ago that he has to work tonight (oh, the indignity). And I was just too lazy to try to come up with any alternate plans. And staying in and getting drunk sounded good.
So far I've started with a lovely cabernet sauvignon and will later move to my very own bottle of champagne. Yay! I haven't yet decided if I'll start the champagne with mimosas or not. Oh, and I made a ridiculous chocolate bundt cake (breaking in the new bundt pan). And OMG, it's BTS. And it even looks pretty 'cuz I sprinkled powdered sugar over the top. Look at me go, Mz. Harriet Homemaker (which Husband is just adoring).
If I decide to do resolutions, that'll be tomorrow. Stay tuned.
For those of you planning to paint the town red tonight, HAVE FUN!!!
My plans are rather boring. I'm staying in, watching movies (isn't When Harry Met Sally a requirement?), drinking, and doing it all in comfy clothes. Husband & I were going to go to a local bar & then wind up at this fun Mexican restaurant for midnight (we did the same last year), but he found out 2 days ago that he has to work tonight (oh, the indignity). And I was just too lazy to try to come up with any alternate plans. And staying in and getting drunk sounded good.
So far I've started with a lovely cabernet sauvignon and will later move to my very own bottle of champagne. Yay! I haven't yet decided if I'll start the champagne with mimosas or not. Oh, and I made a ridiculous chocolate bundt cake (breaking in the new bundt pan). And OMG, it's BTS. And it even looks pretty 'cuz I sprinkled powdered sugar over the top. Look at me go, Mz. Harriet Homemaker (which Husband is just adoring).
If I decide to do resolutions, that'll be tomorrow. Stay tuned.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Christmas was a big HIT
This gnome is back in town, and only just a little bit chunkier. But what are the holidays for if not for copious amount of cookies, fudge, and carb-y goodness?
Before I do a little recap, I first have to give a major Ellen-style HOLLA to Mz. L, who watched my kitty while Husband & I were gone. Thanks, you rock! And I think I owe you some serious bubbly on New Years.
Ok, on to the recap, which I have to do in my lovely numbered style, because it's nice and organized. Yes, I realize how Type A I am.
1. I had a rockin' good time out with my cousins in Chicago. We all got massively drunk and were singing karaoke at the top of our lungs. It was so much fun!
2. Fun tip: if you don't have Febreeze, Lysol works just as well. The Irish pub we were at was full of smoking, and the next morning my coat smelled so disgusting. My cousin said there was febreeze under his bathroom counter, and to just spray my coat. I go grab what I think is the febreeze and spray my coat. A bit later, my other cousin decides he needs to spray his jeans, so he uses the same thing I did and sprayed his jeans. After we got back from brunch, it was discovered that I grabbed Lysol instead of febreeze. HA HA HA. As it turns out, the lysol didn't bleach my coat (phew!), and worked just as well since it didn't smell after I sprayed it!
3. I ate incredibly yummy food...this great Italian restaurant and some serious BTS food in Chinatown.
4. Not-so-fun discovery: I'm allergic to Lubriderm lotion. My skin completely dried out after 2 days back. My aunt said she had lotion, so I slathered myself in Lubriderm to avoid scratching myself to the bleeding point. Right before bed, I slathered my arms one more time, for good measure. The next morning, I woke up with a VICIOUS rash on my left arm. The next morning, I had the same rash on my right arm. I can now say with conviction that I'd rather have dry, itchy skin than rashy, allergic skin.
5. Another not-so-fun discovery: I've forgotten that Midwest winters are so dry. So dry, in fact, that I woke up with my throat so dry it felt like I had a sore throat and was getting sick. Which led to a day of drinking Theraflu & gargling salt water...thinking I was fending off whatever bug my body was catching. On the up side, the Theraflu has antihistamine in it, so while it completely knocked me out, it also helped the Lubriderm-induced rash.
6. I was able to spend a day with my grandpa, who is 91 years old with rapidly declining health. We're all a little worried this will be his last winter, so it was especially poignant to see him and spend time with him.
7. I definitely got my cold weather & snow fix. And it was fabulous! It really felt like Christmas ... with all the shivering and snuggling and hot apple cider. It was so nice and cozy.
8. This Christmas was the year of baking supplies. I never knew I could get so excited about getting a cookbook (the Martha Stewart Baking Handbook, which is FABULOUS), a bundt pan, and a cookie press (can't wait to make Spritz cookies).
Ok, I think that's about it for now. I've got some peppermint bark to make a dent in. Hey - the healthy eating can commence tomorrow. I want to hear from all of you about your holidays.
Before I do a little recap, I first have to give a major Ellen-style HOLLA to Mz. L, who watched my kitty while Husband & I were gone. Thanks, you rock! And I think I owe you some serious bubbly on New Years.
Ok, on to the recap, which I have to do in my lovely numbered style, because it's nice and organized. Yes, I realize how Type A I am.
1. I had a rockin' good time out with my cousins in Chicago. We all got massively drunk and were singing karaoke at the top of our lungs. It was so much fun!
2. Fun tip: if you don't have Febreeze, Lysol works just as well. The Irish pub we were at was full of smoking, and the next morning my coat smelled so disgusting. My cousin said there was febreeze under his bathroom counter, and to just spray my coat. I go grab what I think is the febreeze and spray my coat. A bit later, my other cousin decides he needs to spray his jeans, so he uses the same thing I did and sprayed his jeans. After we got back from brunch, it was discovered that I grabbed Lysol instead of febreeze. HA HA HA. As it turns out, the lysol didn't bleach my coat (phew!), and worked just as well since it didn't smell after I sprayed it!
3. I ate incredibly yummy food...this great Italian restaurant and some serious BTS food in Chinatown.
4. Not-so-fun discovery: I'm allergic to Lubriderm lotion. My skin completely dried out after 2 days back. My aunt said she had lotion, so I slathered myself in Lubriderm to avoid scratching myself to the bleeding point. Right before bed, I slathered my arms one more time, for good measure. The next morning, I woke up with a VICIOUS rash on my left arm. The next morning, I had the same rash on my right arm. I can now say with conviction that I'd rather have dry, itchy skin than rashy, allergic skin.
5. Another not-so-fun discovery: I've forgotten that Midwest winters are so dry. So dry, in fact, that I woke up with my throat so dry it felt like I had a sore throat and was getting sick. Which led to a day of drinking Theraflu & gargling salt water...thinking I was fending off whatever bug my body was catching. On the up side, the Theraflu has antihistamine in it, so while it completely knocked me out, it also helped the Lubriderm-induced rash.
6. I was able to spend a day with my grandpa, who is 91 years old with rapidly declining health. We're all a little worried this will be his last winter, so it was especially poignant to see him and spend time with him.
7. I definitely got my cold weather & snow fix. And it was fabulous! It really felt like Christmas ... with all the shivering and snuggling and hot apple cider. It was so nice and cozy.
8. This Christmas was the year of baking supplies. I never knew I could get so excited about getting a cookbook (the Martha Stewart Baking Handbook, which is FABULOUS), a bundt pan, and a cookie press (can't wait to make Spritz cookies).
Ok, I think that's about it for now. I've got some peppermint bark to make a dent in. Hey - the healthy eating can commence tomorrow. I want to hear from all of you about your holidays.
Friday, December 16, 2005
oh lazy bones
1. I didn't go to the holiday party. The thought of having to be in a social enviroment was just too much, especially considering I'm going to be around lots of people for the next week and a half. I didn't call, but I did send a very nice email and he responded, so it's all good.
2. I have to go to the airport in about 14 hours and I haven't really packed yet. I started putting stuff like my magazines and ipod in a pile, just so I don't forget anything, but I haven't even begun to figure out outfits. And what makes this even more interesting is that I will be going through a 40-50 degree temperature difference tomorrow. HA! I'm excited about being in winter (which will make it seem much more like Christmas to me) but have just decided I'll probably just freeze for the next week and a half.
3. More about packing: I still have to put together outfits, with options (I'm big on having options, just ask Husband), and make sure I have enough warm clothes. Which really sucks, because somehow after living in LA for just over a year and a half, I seem to have lost most of my layering white t-shirts. Which presents a slight problem for laying yet looking nice and dandy.
4. I have watched 4 movies this week:
*The Notebook: incredibly beautiful love story that made me sob like a baby.
*Say Anything: yes, this was my first time seeing it (my upbringing was very Footloose), and I heart Lloyd Dobler.
*Closer: incredible acting, incredibly painful to watch.
*The Wedding Date: I thought I'd need a little fluff after Closer, and fluff it was. Fun, definitely formulaic, but still fun.
5. I'm very excited about tomorrow night: one of my cousins is picking me up at the airport and taking me downtown Chicago to meet the other cousins & friends at a bar. The only thing that is slightly dampening my super excitement is the fact that California has spoiled for the lack of indoor smoking - I shall never be the same again.
6. Since we'll be with Husband's mother, stepfather, and grandparents over Christmas weekend, we'll be attending church. I am really not looking forward to it, as I don't really "feel" the church thing. This might have something to do with my extraordinarily religious, conservative upbringing and the fact that I've (gasp) strayed from the fold. *sigh*. That's a whole 'nother story.
7. Husband has sacrificed watching Seinfeld so I can watch Numb3rs tonight. I like it, but don't usually watch it since I monopolize most everything else on TiVo and figure Husband ought to be able to watch a few things. I picked this over Law & Order: CI because Bill Nye is guest starring on it tonight. Who is this Bill Nye, you ask? Well, this PBS-fed kid used to watch Bill Nye the Science Guy on PBS...that is, when I was allowed to actually watch actual TV and not just videotapes of my music lessons for learning purposes. (Again, this goes back to my Footloose childhood, without the cool ending.)
8. I really ought to start packing.
9. Oh yeah, postings between now and around December 27th will probably be nonexistant, as I'm not counting on having internet access. But we'll see...I might be able to.
10. I still haven't found my camera's memory card. I even pulled out the flashlight and looked under and behind furniture. I'm afraid it got, ah, processed and ended up in the litter box. I also can't find my ipod earphones, which I think have been hidden away by a certain furry, 4-legged, whiskered creature.
Ok, I think that about sums it up for now. I hope everyone has a FABULOUS holiday - Christmas or otherwise. :)
2. I have to go to the airport in about 14 hours and I haven't really packed yet. I started putting stuff like my magazines and ipod in a pile, just so I don't forget anything, but I haven't even begun to figure out outfits. And what makes this even more interesting is that I will be going through a 40-50 degree temperature difference tomorrow. HA! I'm excited about being in winter (which will make it seem much more like Christmas to me) but have just decided I'll probably just freeze for the next week and a half.
3. More about packing: I still have to put together outfits, with options (I'm big on having options, just ask Husband), and make sure I have enough warm clothes. Which really sucks, because somehow after living in LA for just over a year and a half, I seem to have lost most of my layering white t-shirts. Which presents a slight problem for laying yet looking nice and dandy.
4. I have watched 4 movies this week:
*The Notebook: incredibly beautiful love story that made me sob like a baby.
*Say Anything: yes, this was my first time seeing it (my upbringing was very Footloose), and I heart Lloyd Dobler.
*Closer: incredible acting, incredibly painful to watch.
*The Wedding Date: I thought I'd need a little fluff after Closer, and fluff it was. Fun, definitely formulaic, but still fun.
5. I'm very excited about tomorrow night: one of my cousins is picking me up at the airport and taking me downtown Chicago to meet the other cousins & friends at a bar. The only thing that is slightly dampening my super excitement is the fact that California has spoiled for the lack of indoor smoking - I shall never be the same again.
6. Since we'll be with Husband's mother, stepfather, and grandparents over Christmas weekend, we'll be attending church. I am really not looking forward to it, as I don't really "feel" the church thing. This might have something to do with my extraordinarily religious, conservative upbringing and the fact that I've (gasp) strayed from the fold. *sigh*. That's a whole 'nother story.
7. Husband has sacrificed watching Seinfeld so I can watch Numb3rs tonight. I like it, but don't usually watch it since I monopolize most everything else on TiVo and figure Husband ought to be able to watch a few things. I picked this over Law & Order: CI because Bill Nye is guest starring on it tonight. Who is this Bill Nye, you ask? Well, this PBS-fed kid used to watch Bill Nye the Science Guy on PBS...that is, when I was allowed to actually watch actual TV and not just videotapes of my music lessons for learning purposes. (Again, this goes back to my Footloose childhood, without the cool ending.)
8. I really ought to start packing.
9. Oh yeah, postings between now and around December 27th will probably be nonexistant, as I'm not counting on having internet access. But we'll see...I might be able to.
10. I still haven't found my camera's memory card. I even pulled out the flashlight and looked under and behind furniture. I'm afraid it got, ah, processed and ended up in the litter box. I also can't find my ipod earphones, which I think have been hidden away by a certain furry, 4-legged, whiskered creature.
Ok, I think that about sums it up for now. I hope everyone has a FABULOUS holiday - Christmas or otherwise. :)
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Internet, I need your advice!
Ok, kids, I need some help.
Last year I worked for a sole practitioner. While it certainly wasn't the crappy experience of my most recent job, it had it's own special charms. After I deferred passing the bar the first time, I quit so I could study full time. And then I didn't go back to working for him, which I wasn't too broken up about.
I haven't spoken to him in over a year.
So, here's the situation: I just received an email from him inviting me to his Christmas Party this coming Friday night.
DO I GO?
One of my friends seems to think this is coming from a genuine, nice place and that I should go. However, thinking about going and what to wear, etc., makes me feel like I'm going to break out in hives. Part of that is probably just stress from thinking about being in a social situation where I'll have to talk about what I'm NOT doing with myself right now, career-wise. And part of it is just stress from having to leave the apartment.
Since I'm flying out on Saturday afternoon, I could just tell him I'd love to but unfortunately will be out of town. Or I could just suck it up and go.
Help.
Last year I worked for a sole practitioner. While it certainly wasn't the crappy experience of my most recent job, it had it's own special charms. After I deferred passing the bar the first time, I quit so I could study full time. And then I didn't go back to working for him, which I wasn't too broken up about.
I haven't spoken to him in over a year.
So, here's the situation: I just received an email from him inviting me to his Christmas Party this coming Friday night.
DO I GO?
One of my friends seems to think this is coming from a genuine, nice place and that I should go. However, thinking about going and what to wear, etc., makes me feel like I'm going to break out in hives. Part of that is probably just stress from thinking about being in a social situation where I'll have to talk about what I'm NOT doing with myself right now, career-wise. And part of it is just stress from having to leave the apartment.
Since I'm flying out on Saturday afternoon, I could just tell him I'd love to but unfortunately will be out of town. Or I could just suck it up and go.
Help.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Bumper Basher, part II
Husband came home from work this morning and says: So, did you happen to notice anything different about my car?!?
Cue me burrowing as far under the covers as I can get.
Husband: So, were you going to tell me?!?
Me: *wail* No. I mean yes, eventually.
Husband: What happened?
Me: I fill him in on the details of how I'm an idiot and backed into that stupid yellow pole.
Husband: Well, I actually feel better knowing some idiot didn't hit me and not even leave a note or anything.
Me: Really? Well, I won't drive your car again.
Husband: Yeah, and when I do something like this to YOUR car, you just remember this little incident.
Me: Okay. (Breathing a huge sigh of relief that my toenails have stayed intact.)
Cue me burrowing as far under the covers as I can get.
Husband: So, were you going to tell me?!?
Me: *wail* No. I mean yes, eventually.
Husband: What happened?
Me: I fill him in on the details of how I'm an idiot and backed into that stupid yellow pole.
Husband: Well, I actually feel better knowing some idiot didn't hit me and not even leave a note or anything.
Me: Really? Well, I won't drive your car again.
Husband: Yeah, and when I do something like this to YOUR car, you just remember this little incident.
Me: Okay. (Breathing a huge sigh of relief that my toenails have stayed intact.)
*sniff*...*sniff*... *wail*
So, when I was at the library today (prior to bashing Husband's new, white car's rear bumper into one of those short yellow poles in a parking lot, for which I will undoubtedly be hung up by my toenails, more on this later) I picked up the movie The Notebook.
Why?
Apparently, because I wanted to have a sobfest tonight. And holy cow did I cry. It was just such an incredibly moving, emotional, tragic story. *sigh*
And then I had to follow that up, once I stopped sobbing, with an episode of Sex and the City wherein Aidan moves out of Carrie's apartment and she has to figure out how to come up with a down payment to buy her apartment. But that was just sad, too.
Ok, so, for the bumper bashing story: I took Husband's car to do some errands today, including going to the library and returning some videos. After I had returned the videos and was attempting to back out of the parking space, oh so carefully, I hit one of those stupid, stupid, stupid, pointless yellow poles. Oh, I saw the FOUR surrounding the street lamp, but happened to miss the FIFTH one. Really, five?
As soon as it happened, all my internal organs immediately dropped about 5 feet. When I got home I discovered that while it's really not that bad (no dents), it's still fairly terrible. I placed a terrified emergency call to a friend, and she suggested trying some cleaner on it and then using white-out (his car is white). I used the cleaner, and while it helped a little bit, it's still pretty bad. And of course I couldn't find any white out...I tore the place apart and no dice. So, to preserve my life (my aunt suggested I just pack up my bags and come to visit her NOW), I'm waiting to discuss it with him until he notices it and brings it up first.
Think I can get away with saying his car got hit...with an inanimate object?
Why?
Apparently, because I wanted to have a sobfest tonight. And holy cow did I cry. It was just such an incredibly moving, emotional, tragic story. *sigh*
And then I had to follow that up, once I stopped sobbing, with an episode of Sex and the City wherein Aidan moves out of Carrie's apartment and she has to figure out how to come up with a down payment to buy her apartment. But that was just sad, too.
Ok, so, for the bumper bashing story: I took Husband's car to do some errands today, including going to the library and returning some videos. After I had returned the videos and was attempting to back out of the parking space, oh so carefully, I hit one of those stupid, stupid, stupid, pointless yellow poles. Oh, I saw the FOUR surrounding the street lamp, but happened to miss the FIFTH one. Really, five?
As soon as it happened, all my internal organs immediately dropped about 5 feet. When I got home I discovered that while it's really not that bad (no dents), it's still fairly terrible. I placed a terrified emergency call to a friend, and she suggested trying some cleaner on it and then using white-out (his car is white). I used the cleaner, and while it helped a little bit, it's still pretty bad. And of course I couldn't find any white out...I tore the place apart and no dice. So, to preserve my life (my aunt suggested I just pack up my bags and come to visit her NOW), I'm waiting to discuss it with him until he notices it and brings it up first.
Think I can get away with saying his car got hit...with an inanimate object?
Sunday, December 11, 2005
stella artois + merlot + ketle one = holy hangover, batman
Wooooooo. I had a serious bender on Friday night. Husband mentioned that I might want to not drink so much in the future. Yeah, ya think?! Ok, so here's how Friday went DOWN.
1. 1:00 p.m.: meet with college friend in Santa Monica to see the movie Rent. Buy popcorn, douse in luscious butter and salt, be transported to popcorn heaven. Oh, and the movie was fabulous...exactly what I needed, emotionally, right now. Perfect. (I have yet to be lucky enough to see it on Broadway...which will totally happen one day.)
2. 4:00 p.m.: head to British Pub to lay in wait for James Blunt, after purchasing CD for his signature. Commence copious intake of Stella Artois.
3. 4:30 p.m.: College Friend & I start talking with this cute old man in the bar, who is playing darts, who later goes from being a cute old man to a complete psycho.
4. 5:15 p.m.: discover WE HAVE BEEN DUPED by his record label, and that instead of the great James Blunt actually appearing, some chick from his record label is there to hand out swag. Am seriously pissed, although the record label chick is pretty cool.
5. 5:30 p.m.: meet the record label chick's husband, share our table with him & this family who brought their 16-year-old daughter to see James Blunt. Discover that the family is super cool. Drink more Stella and play darts with the super cool parents of the 16-year-old cool girl.
6. Sometime between 7:00 - 8:00 p.m.: Have had three large beers. Woo. The cool family invites College Friend & I to come to dinner with them. So, we go...why not?! Have wine with dinner. Have a great time - great food, great wine, great people.
7. ?:?? p.m.: College Friend follows me back to my apartment. We are both shocked we make it there without incident. Commence craziness. This entails doing shots of ketle one vodka with wine chasers. Yeah. We are smart. We decide to take tons of drunk crazy pictures, and are trying to chat online with our mutual friend in South Korea. As it turns out, we're so drunk we can hardly type. After 4 or so shots of vodka (no lemon or sugar, because we're ROCK STARS) we decide we want pizza. Apparently I was trying to convince College Friend that I was totally cool to drive. Good thing we decided to order pizza.
8. 6:00 a.m., Saturday morning: Husband comes home tipsy from a tequila-infused night with the guys. I wake up to discover that both College Friend & I had passed out on the couches, the living room looks like an atomic bomb exploded. There are bits of spilled wine (red) EVERYWHERE. HA! College Friend, who has more memory of the night than I, tells me that we passed out in the middle of trying to decide who to order pizza from. It also turns out that in the 5 feet from the coffee table (scene of the drunken pictures) to the computer, the memory card was RAPTURED. Yeah, I can't find it.
I spent all day Saturday being incredibly hungover. Fun times for all. Ok, I gotta get ready to head out...
1. 1:00 p.m.: meet with college friend in Santa Monica to see the movie Rent. Buy popcorn, douse in luscious butter and salt, be transported to popcorn heaven. Oh, and the movie was fabulous...exactly what I needed, emotionally, right now. Perfect. (I have yet to be lucky enough to see it on Broadway...which will totally happen one day.)
2. 4:00 p.m.: head to British Pub to lay in wait for James Blunt, after purchasing CD for his signature. Commence copious intake of Stella Artois.
3. 4:30 p.m.: College Friend & I start talking with this cute old man in the bar, who is playing darts, who later goes from being a cute old man to a complete psycho.
4. 5:15 p.m.: discover WE HAVE BEEN DUPED by his record label, and that instead of the great James Blunt actually appearing, some chick from his record label is there to hand out swag. Am seriously pissed, although the record label chick is pretty cool.
5. 5:30 p.m.: meet the record label chick's husband, share our table with him & this family who brought their 16-year-old daughter to see James Blunt. Discover that the family is super cool. Drink more Stella and play darts with the super cool parents of the 16-year-old cool girl.
6. Sometime between 7:00 - 8:00 p.m.: Have had three large beers. Woo. The cool family invites College Friend & I to come to dinner with them. So, we go...why not?! Have wine with dinner. Have a great time - great food, great wine, great people.
7. ?:?? p.m.: College Friend follows me back to my apartment. We are both shocked we make it there without incident. Commence craziness. This entails doing shots of ketle one vodka with wine chasers. Yeah. We are smart. We decide to take tons of drunk crazy pictures, and are trying to chat online with our mutual friend in South Korea. As it turns out, we're so drunk we can hardly type. After 4 or so shots of vodka (no lemon or sugar, because we're ROCK STARS) we decide we want pizza. Apparently I was trying to convince College Friend that I was totally cool to drive. Good thing we decided to order pizza.
8. 6:00 a.m., Saturday morning: Husband comes home tipsy from a tequila-infused night with the guys. I wake up to discover that both College Friend & I had passed out on the couches, the living room looks like an atomic bomb exploded. There are bits of spilled wine (red) EVERYWHERE. HA! College Friend, who has more memory of the night than I, tells me that we passed out in the middle of trying to decide who to order pizza from. It also turns out that in the 5 feet from the coffee table (scene of the drunken pictures) to the computer, the memory card was RAPTURED. Yeah, I can't find it.
I spent all day Saturday being incredibly hungover. Fun times for all. Ok, I gotta get ready to head out...
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
I have discovered another love!
I feel the need to talk. So, let's talk. First, I'll tell you what's going on with me.
1. Ok, I finally get what all this James Blunt fuss is about. I TiVo'd SNL from this last Saturday, and I keep watching his performances over and over. And, like, he's totally singing to me. Talk about making you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world (as do you, Prince).
2. I finished putting all my CD's into iTunes and now I have 2108 songs. That's 6.2 days of listening pleasure, people.
3. I made a Christmas music (or should I say Holiday music?) playlist, and I'm really excited about using that for my upcoming plane trip. There are 110 songs in this playlist. Is that alot? Am I a Christmas music whore? Help! I need affirmation!
4. My upcoming plane trip: I'm going to my aunt's in Chicago on the 17th! I'm closer to this aunt & uncle than I am to my parents, so I'm very excited to see them - it's been about a year since I saw them last. And have I mentioned how excited I am to SEE SNOW and wear my fabulously stylish wool coat that I got in NYC?
5. I actually left the apartment yesterday. Shocking, I know, as this entailed things like showering and applying makeup. I met a girl I went to college with and we went to this great little British Pub in Santa Monica for happy hour. Happy, indeed. $2.50 draft stella artois, yummy! At this delightful, non-LA pub, I saw a poster for (sit down) JAMES BLUNT COMING THERE THIS COMING FRIDAY to do autographs and just be his generally wonderful self. I'M SO EXCITED. This friend that I met yesterday & I are totally going to see him. Yes, this is the fun stuff you get to do when you're sitting in the luxurious lap of unemployment. Delightful.
6. Today was the deadline to apply to retake the Calbar. I thought about it, mostly because a particular friend (ahem, you know who you are) thought I should just go for it because I was so close, that with the easier scaling of the February exam, I'd probably pass. And yes, I was close. 12.5 points close, actually. And I'm super-duper ok with being that close, because it tells me that my hard work wasn't for naught. I did know my shit. It was just perhaps a grumpy grader. Because if I'd gotten 5 measly more points on 2 essays, I totally would have passed. Oh well. Anyways, my point: I thought about retaking it, and consciously and unemotionally decided NOT to. Yes, I will be a tad bit jealous of all of you getting sworn in tomorrow (and those who already did), but it's not hateful jealousy, just more like wistful jealousy.
7. I feel really, truly free after deciding not to retake the Calbar. I know this is not the place we're supposed to be, and although I've come to that realization kicking and screaming, and would have enjoyed living in northern California, I'm okay with that. The future is great that way - it provides a lovely little thing that this Calbar experience has done it's best to try and destroy - HOPE!
8. I've watched the movie Love, Actually way too many times in the past week.
9. I've been staying up super late every night. As in, I go to bed anytime between 1:00 a.m. and 3:00 a.m. And I know for some of you (EVE), that doesn't really sound late, but I'm normally a morning person. As in, whenever I have, oh say, a JOB, I get up at like 5:30/6:00 a.m. And I'm one of those annoying people who normally gets up early on the weekends, too - I just like getting up and feeling like you get so much accomplished and it's not even noon. And sleeping in makes me feel inherently lazy and worthless. But I'm not motivated enough to break the cycle. Augh.
10. How do they do those groovy HP commercials where the picture becomes real and vice versa?
11. One of my friends told me I need to get a hobby. So, I'm currently accepting submissions for a hobby idea. Cheap hobbies, preferrably.
12. Has anyone else noticed that the Blogger settings have changed so that you can't change the time of a post? This is aggravating to me, because I frequently get sidetracked when I'm writing a post, and so I like to change the time to reflect when I actually click on the "Publish Post" button. Since I seem to be prevented from doing so, I'd put the time for this post being published as: 12:15 a.m.
13. Ok, I'm boring myself, I think I've run out of things to talk about. Now, your turn.
1. Ok, I finally get what all this James Blunt fuss is about. I TiVo'd SNL from this last Saturday, and I keep watching his performances over and over. And, like, he's totally singing to me. Talk about making you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world (as do you, Prince).
2. I finished putting all my CD's into iTunes and now I have 2108 songs. That's 6.2 days of listening pleasure, people.
3. I made a Christmas music (or should I say Holiday music?) playlist, and I'm really excited about using that for my upcoming plane trip. There are 110 songs in this playlist. Is that alot? Am I a Christmas music whore? Help! I need affirmation!
4. My upcoming plane trip: I'm going to my aunt's in Chicago on the 17th! I'm closer to this aunt & uncle than I am to my parents, so I'm very excited to see them - it's been about a year since I saw them last. And have I mentioned how excited I am to SEE SNOW and wear my fabulously stylish wool coat that I got in NYC?
5. I actually left the apartment yesterday. Shocking, I know, as this entailed things like showering and applying makeup. I met a girl I went to college with and we went to this great little British Pub in Santa Monica for happy hour. Happy, indeed. $2.50 draft stella artois, yummy! At this delightful, non-LA pub, I saw a poster for (sit down) JAMES BLUNT COMING THERE THIS COMING FRIDAY to do autographs and just be his generally wonderful self. I'M SO EXCITED. This friend that I met yesterday & I are totally going to see him. Yes, this is the fun stuff you get to do when you're sitting in the luxurious lap of unemployment. Delightful.
6. Today was the deadline to apply to retake the Calbar. I thought about it, mostly because a particular friend (ahem, you know who you are) thought I should just go for it because I was so close, that with the easier scaling of the February exam, I'd probably pass. And yes, I was close. 12.5 points close, actually. And I'm super-duper ok with being that close, because it tells me that my hard work wasn't for naught. I did know my shit. It was just perhaps a grumpy grader. Because if I'd gotten 5 measly more points on 2 essays, I totally would have passed. Oh well. Anyways, my point: I thought about retaking it, and consciously and unemotionally decided NOT to. Yes, I will be a tad bit jealous of all of you getting sworn in tomorrow (and those who already did), but it's not hateful jealousy, just more like wistful jealousy.
7. I feel really, truly free after deciding not to retake the Calbar. I know this is not the place we're supposed to be, and although I've come to that realization kicking and screaming, and would have enjoyed living in northern California, I'm okay with that. The future is great that way - it provides a lovely little thing that this Calbar experience has done it's best to try and destroy - HOPE!
8. I've watched the movie Love, Actually way too many times in the past week.
9. I've been staying up super late every night. As in, I go to bed anytime between 1:00 a.m. and 3:00 a.m. And I know for some of you (EVE), that doesn't really sound late, but I'm normally a morning person. As in, whenever I have, oh say, a JOB, I get up at like 5:30/6:00 a.m. And I'm one of those annoying people who normally gets up early on the weekends, too - I just like getting up and feeling like you get so much accomplished and it's not even noon. And sleeping in makes me feel inherently lazy and worthless. But I'm not motivated enough to break the cycle. Augh.
10. How do they do those groovy HP commercials where the picture becomes real and vice versa?
11. One of my friends told me I need to get a hobby. So, I'm currently accepting submissions for a hobby idea. Cheap hobbies, preferrably.
12. Has anyone else noticed that the Blogger settings have changed so that you can't change the time of a post? This is aggravating to me, because I frequently get sidetracked when I'm writing a post, and so I like to change the time to reflect when I actually click on the "Publish Post" button. Since I seem to be prevented from doing so, I'd put the time for this post being published as: 12:15 a.m.
13. Ok, I'm boring myself, I think I've run out of things to talk about. Now, your turn.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Pilfering, at it's finest...
So, I totally pilfered this from a random blog I came across, and like any good plagiarist, I didn't note what site it was. Anyways, I think music says a lot about people, and felt like doing a fun, lazy post. So here's the deal: go to iTunes or whatever music program you use, and sort and search the following. And yes, I want ALL OF YOU to do this with me.
How many songs: 1690 (I haven't put all my CD's in yet...I'm lazy.)
'Sort by song title-
First Song: “40” by U2
Last Song: “Zwischenstuck” by ATB
Sort by time -
Shortest Song: “17” by Smashing Pumpkins
Longest Song: “A Long Day” by The Polyphonic Spree
Sort by album -
First Album: 0304 by Jewel (oh STOP JUDGING, it's a sucky album, I KNOW.)
Last Album: Zooropa by U2
Top Five Recently Played Songs: (this was originally Most Played Songs, but I like my version better. So there.)
1. "Sleigh Ride" by Harry Connick, Jr.
2. "Do They Know It’s Christmas?" by Band Aid
3. "Crooked Teeth" by Death Cab for Cutie
4. "An Honest Mistake" by The Bravery
5. "Waltz (Better Than Fine)" by Fiona Apple
First song that comes up on Shuffle: Fire by U2 (off of the October album)
Search:"sex", how many songs come up? 1 – “You Sexy Thing” by Hot Chocolate
"death", how many songs come up? 16
"love", how many songs come up? 85
"you", how many songs come up? 167
listening to right now? “Have Yourself a Merry Little Xmas (Life)” by Coldplay
How many songs: 1690 (I haven't put all my CD's in yet...I'm lazy.)
'Sort by song title-
First Song: “40” by U2
Last Song: “Zwischenstuck” by ATB
Sort by time -
Shortest Song: “17” by Smashing Pumpkins
Longest Song: “A Long Day” by The Polyphonic Spree
Sort by album -
First Album: 0304 by Jewel (oh STOP JUDGING, it's a sucky album, I KNOW.)
Last Album: Zooropa by U2
Top Five Recently Played Songs: (this was originally Most Played Songs, but I like my version better. So there.)
1. "Sleigh Ride" by Harry Connick, Jr.
2. "Do They Know It’s Christmas?" by Band Aid
3. "Crooked Teeth" by Death Cab for Cutie
4. "An Honest Mistake" by The Bravery
5. "Waltz (Better Than Fine)" by Fiona Apple
First song that comes up on Shuffle: Fire by U2 (off of the October album)
Search:"sex", how many songs come up? 1 – “You Sexy Thing” by Hot Chocolate
"death", how many songs come up? 16
"love", how many songs come up? 85
"you", how many songs come up? 167
listening to right now? “Have Yourself a Merry Little Xmas (Life)” by Coldplay
Sunday, December 04, 2005
YAY FOR WINE!
How to make this gnome happy:
1. Yummy red wine.
2. The Pixies on Austin City Limits. Thank you, PBS, for being so cool.
3. Chocolate chips. Num.
1. Yummy red wine.
2. The Pixies on Austin City Limits. Thank you, PBS, for being so cool.
3. Chocolate chips. Num.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Things are getting a bit stinky...
Husband: So, what do you want to do today?
Me: Oh, I thought it might be nice to take a shower.
Husband: Did you take a shower yesterday?
Me: No.
Husband: Come here! HIGH FIVE!
Me: Oh, I thought it might be nice to take a shower.
Husband: Did you take a shower yesterday?
Me: No.
Husband: Come here! HIGH FIVE!
Thursday, December 01, 2005
woo-hoo...it's December...
Wow. My day has been just chock full of activity:
1. I took a shower. I took a shower before 3:00 p.m.
2. I watched Ocean's Eleven.
3. I had a Corona.
4. Husband & I went grocery shopping and had a late lunch.
5. I watched Ocean's Twelve.
6. I played fetch with my cat (I swear he's more dog than cat).
7. I ate a banana with peanut butter (natural, creamy). Yummy.
8. I played a Bach Fugue (from the Well-Tempered Clavier, Book I) on my brand new, early Christmas present piano keyboard.
9. I am currently watching Snatch.
10. I am debating between having a beer, a glass of wine (red or white?), or a vodka cranberry. Hmmm. Decisions, decisions.
11. Husband has off from work tonight (he works nights) and so I think I may see just how late I can stay up tonight. Not like I have anything to get up for tomorrow...
12. Oh, I got a santa hat at the grocery store. I'm currently wearing it. I might take a picture of me wearing it. I might post said picture. But that's a lot of mights.
13. The cat thinks the white pom on the end of my santa hat is his personal chew toy. I think he's teething because he's chewing on everything. Do cats even teethe (sp?) or is he just being attitudinal?
14. I think I might watch the remake of The Thomas Crown Affair after Snatch is over, although Husband may kill me if I do since I've seen it approximately 5,000 times. And no, I'm not really exaggerating.
15. Phew! Exhausting, I tell you. What a busy day.
1. I took a shower. I took a shower before 3:00 p.m.
2. I watched Ocean's Eleven.
3. I had a Corona.
4. Husband & I went grocery shopping and had a late lunch.
5. I watched Ocean's Twelve.
6. I played fetch with my cat (I swear he's more dog than cat).
7. I ate a banana with peanut butter (natural, creamy). Yummy.
8. I played a Bach Fugue (from the Well-Tempered Clavier, Book I) on my brand new, early Christmas present piano keyboard.
9. I am currently watching Snatch.
10. I am debating between having a beer, a glass of wine (red or white?), or a vodka cranberry. Hmmm. Decisions, decisions.
11. Husband has off from work tonight (he works nights) and so I think I may see just how late I can stay up tonight. Not like I have anything to get up for tomorrow...
12. Oh, I got a santa hat at the grocery store. I'm currently wearing it. I might take a picture of me wearing it. I might post said picture. But that's a lot of mights.
13. The cat thinks the white pom on the end of my santa hat is his personal chew toy. I think he's teething because he's chewing on everything. Do cats even teethe (sp?) or is he just being attitudinal?
14. I think I might watch the remake of The Thomas Crown Affair after Snatch is over, although Husband may kill me if I do since I've seen it approximately 5,000 times. And no, I'm not really exaggerating.
15. Phew! Exhausting, I tell you. What a busy day.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Yes, I'd like that...
This morning Husband was making me breakfast, and asked if I'd like a side of esteem with my bagel.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
the dust has settled a bit...
Thanksgiving was nice. My parents came to visit. This was a bit nerve-wracking, because I haven't really had the best relationship with them. But things went well. We did a lot of sight seeing, cooking, eating, shopping...eating...eating...eating. (Yay for carbs.) My parents got the cat a laser pointer toy, and I've never seen a cat go so nuts before - he literally follow that about 3 1/2 feet up a wall.
And now that Thanksgiving is over, I just sort of feel a bit lost. I don't think it's really sunk in yet that I'm no longer employed. Can we say "denial"? I mean, I've had lots of other jobs, some full-time, some temp, some part-time, and I've never had any problems where I've worked...not to mention that I've never been fired.
So I've been listening to a lot of Death Cab for Cutie...and sort of just moping around. The cat has been nice companionship. I got a free pass to see an advanced screening for the movie The Producers tonight, but I never called in to tell them I was planning to go. And I'm not really feeling up for leaving the apartment. In fact, I sort of just want to crawl back into bed. And I would, except Husband is back to working nights, so he's sleeping right now.
I think this really fully explains where I'm at: if somebody gave me free money and told me to shopping and buy myself whatever I wanted, I'd probably say "thanks, just leave the money on the counter" and continue to lay here listelessly on the couch. Furthermore, if somebody told me to pack because they were giving me an all-expense paid island vacation, I'd probably just shrug and say "ok, do I have to go now?" And that, my friends, is saying a lot.
As far as FUTURE PLANS go, I haven't really settled on anything. Husband and I are thinking fairly seriously about Seattle, but we don't want to make any decisions until we've done our research. We're thinking about going up to Seattle for a few days in January to do some apartment hunting and hopefully job interviewing. The nice thing is that the company Husband works for is all over the states, and he can be transferred to any store in any state, so that just leaves me to find a job. Joy. Anyways, IF ANYONE HAS ANY WISDOM/TIDBITS/KNOWLEDGE TO IMPART ABOUT SEATTLE, PLEASE SHARE.
Ok, back to watching crappy daytime TV... *sigh*
And now that Thanksgiving is over, I just sort of feel a bit lost. I don't think it's really sunk in yet that I'm no longer employed. Can we say "denial"? I mean, I've had lots of other jobs, some full-time, some temp, some part-time, and I've never had any problems where I've worked...not to mention that I've never been fired.
So I've been listening to a lot of Death Cab for Cutie...and sort of just moping around. The cat has been nice companionship. I got a free pass to see an advanced screening for the movie The Producers tonight, but I never called in to tell them I was planning to go. And I'm not really feeling up for leaving the apartment. In fact, I sort of just want to crawl back into bed. And I would, except Husband is back to working nights, so he's sleeping right now.
I think this really fully explains where I'm at: if somebody gave me free money and told me to shopping and buy myself whatever I wanted, I'd probably say "thanks, just leave the money on the counter" and continue to lay here listelessly on the couch. Furthermore, if somebody told me to pack because they were giving me an all-expense paid island vacation, I'd probably just shrug and say "ok, do I have to go now?" And that, my friends, is saying a lot.
As far as FUTURE PLANS go, I haven't really settled on anything. Husband and I are thinking fairly seriously about Seattle, but we don't want to make any decisions until we've done our research. We're thinking about going up to Seattle for a few days in January to do some apartment hunting and hopefully job interviewing. The nice thing is that the company Husband works for is all over the states, and he can be transferred to any store in any state, so that just leaves me to find a job. Joy. Anyways, IF ANYONE HAS ANY WISDOM/TIDBITS/KNOWLEDGE TO IMPART ABOUT SEATTLE, PLEASE SHARE.
Ok, back to watching crappy daytime TV... *sigh*
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Sympathy, part two...
Well, as if this week couldn't get worse, I GOT FIRED YESTERDAY.
First tell you that some of you were spot-on with your guesses that the Conversant from Monday's post was a higher up. In fact, it was MY BOSS. And this gets so much more unfuckingbelieveable ...
Let me preface this whole getting fired scenario with a little background info. First, my BOSS was about the most passive aggressive individual I've ever dealt with. Ever. On Monday afternoon, Boss asked me if I would drive him to where his car was being repaired. I didn't really feel comfortable with this, so I said I couldn't. He gets instantly upset and said in a highly pissed off voice: "well THANKS A LOT for helping me out."
I usually leave at around 4:00-4:15 p.m. At 3:45 p.m., the BOSS calls me into his office. If I would have had any inkling that I was about to get canned, I would have beaten him to the punch and resigned. But I didn't even see it coming. So, he says "I've talked to everyone, and while they all really like you as a person, EVERYONE feels that you're just not a team player, and we've decided that today will just go ahead and be your last day."
I respond with the only thing I can think of: "well, I think it's really better for all of us." Can we say LAME?!?
Since I still have some time before I would normally leave for the day, I go back out to make sure there are no loose ends and everything is tied up. So I'm in the middle of writing an email to a co-worker, telling her what else needs to be done on a few items, and he comes in and says "WHY are you still here? WHEN are you leaving?"
I respond: "well, I thought I would just stay until I normally leave."
Boss: "WHY?!" [keep in mind that he's saying everything tinged with anger.] "Why don't you just leave now?"
me: "well, I'm not that kind of person and I wanted to make sure there were no loose ends."
I don't quite remember, but me not being a "team player" was brought up again. And then I decided to spit back a little bit, so I said: "furthermore, I have talked to the associates, and that is not what they have intimated to me."
Boss: "WELL, that's the problem, THEY JUST CAN'T COMMUNICATE WITH YOU."
What?!? So, apparently nobody can communicate with me? That's just complete bullshit. Seriously. I had a great working relationship with everyone else in that firm, and everyone's take on the Boss is just essentially to roll their eyes. [Have I mentioned the high turnover rate at this firm?]
Anyways, he asks me several times if I've left my key, and escorts me down in the elevator. And in the elevator, he says, in the most annoyed voice ever: "good luck with Indiana or Illinois or wherever it is that you're going to."
He had the file clerk accompany me to my car and out of the parking garage so I could give her my parking card. I mean, seriously. He even had my last check ready. And it wasn't coming from the usual paycheck source - it was handwritten from the firm's general account.
The thing is, I honestly think it was him who thought I wasn't a team player because I wouldn't take him to get his car. Really.
So, really, I think the past 5 days have just TAKEN THE CAKE. WHITE FLAG! WHITE FLAG!
First tell you that some of you were spot-on with your guesses that the Conversant from Monday's post was a higher up. In fact, it was MY BOSS. And this gets so much more unfuckingbelieveable ...
Let me preface this whole getting fired scenario with a little background info. First, my BOSS was about the most passive aggressive individual I've ever dealt with. Ever. On Monday afternoon, Boss asked me if I would drive him to where his car was being repaired. I didn't really feel comfortable with this, so I said I couldn't. He gets instantly upset and said in a highly pissed off voice: "well THANKS A LOT for helping me out."
I usually leave at around 4:00-4:15 p.m. At 3:45 p.m., the BOSS calls me into his office. If I would have had any inkling that I was about to get canned, I would have beaten him to the punch and resigned. But I didn't even see it coming. So, he says "I've talked to everyone, and while they all really like you as a person, EVERYONE feels that you're just not a team player, and we've decided that today will just go ahead and be your last day."
I respond with the only thing I can think of: "well, I think it's really better for all of us." Can we say LAME?!?
Since I still have some time before I would normally leave for the day, I go back out to make sure there are no loose ends and everything is tied up. So I'm in the middle of writing an email to a co-worker, telling her what else needs to be done on a few items, and he comes in and says "WHY are you still here? WHEN are you leaving?"
I respond: "well, I thought I would just stay until I normally leave."
Boss: "WHY?!" [keep in mind that he's saying everything tinged with anger.] "Why don't you just leave now?"
me: "well, I'm not that kind of person and I wanted to make sure there were no loose ends."
I don't quite remember, but me not being a "team player" was brought up again. And then I decided to spit back a little bit, so I said: "furthermore, I have talked to the associates, and that is not what they have intimated to me."
Boss: "WELL, that's the problem, THEY JUST CAN'T COMMUNICATE WITH YOU."
What?!? So, apparently nobody can communicate with me? That's just complete bullshit. Seriously. I had a great working relationship with everyone else in that firm, and everyone's take on the Boss is just essentially to roll their eyes. [Have I mentioned the high turnover rate at this firm?]
Anyways, he asks me several times if I've left my key, and escorts me down in the elevator. And in the elevator, he says, in the most annoyed voice ever: "good luck with Indiana or Illinois or wherever it is that you're going to."
He had the file clerk accompany me to my car and out of the parking garage so I could give her my parking card. I mean, seriously. He even had my last check ready. And it wasn't coming from the usual paycheck source - it was handwritten from the firm's general account.
The thing is, I honestly think it was him who thought I wasn't a team player because I wouldn't take him to get his car. Really.
So, really, I think the past 5 days have just TAKEN THE CAKE. WHITE FLAG! WHITE FLAG!
Monday, November 21, 2005
Sympathy is NOT billable!
An ACTUAL conversation I had today:
Conversant: I could ask, but I'm guessing you didn't pass the bar.
Me: That's correct.
Conversant: Well, it's only six months out of your life, you'll just have to do it again. You'll get over it.
Me: Actually, I'm not going to be taking the California Bar Exam again.
Conversant: WHAT?!!
Me: Husband & I are planning to move out of state sometime around February.
Conversant (with palpable distaste and contempt): WHY NOT? CAN YOU NOT HANDLE IT? IT IS TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO DEAL WITH? You're just going to AVOID it and move out of the state?
Me: Well, Husband & I moved out here from Michigan kind of on a lark, and it hasn't worked out well. We have never really adjusted to living out here, and have never enjoyed it. Furthermore, neither of us has family out here, and we're just not happy living here.
Conversant: Well, I should hope your attitude improves about this, because I don't want you moping about this still by Friday.
Me (cheeks getting red with shocked anger): I should hope everyone would be understanding today.
Conversant: Of course.
Me: What do you mean, then?
Conversant: Well, I don't want you bringing down the MORALE of this firm. So I hope you're not still moping by the end of the week.
And all the people said: unFUCKINGbelievable.
Conversant: I could ask, but I'm guessing you didn't pass the bar.
Me: That's correct.
Conversant: Well, it's only six months out of your life, you'll just have to do it again. You'll get over it.
Me: Actually, I'm not going to be taking the California Bar Exam again.
Conversant: WHAT?!!
Me: Husband & I are planning to move out of state sometime around February.
Conversant (with palpable distaste and contempt): WHY NOT? CAN YOU NOT HANDLE IT? IT IS TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO DEAL WITH? You're just going to AVOID it and move out of the state?
Me: Well, Husband & I moved out here from Michigan kind of on a lark, and it hasn't worked out well. We have never really adjusted to living out here, and have never enjoyed it. Furthermore, neither of us has family out here, and we're just not happy living here.
Conversant: Well, I should hope your attitude improves about this, because I don't want you moping about this still by Friday.
Me (cheeks getting red with shocked anger): I should hope everyone would be understanding today.
Conversant: Of course.
Me: What do you mean, then?
Conversant: Well, I don't want you bringing down the MORALE of this firm. So I hope you're not still moping by the end of the week.
And all the people said: unFUCKINGbelievable.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
doesn't this just SUCK
Apparently, the cosmic gods are trying to tell me something: passing the California bar exam was not meant to be.
I. GET. IT.
The strange thing is that I'm not emotional, just sort of in shock and "huh?!". I just don't get it. I'm really trying to embrace the "it is what it is" approach, but I'm still just gobsmacked. Obviously, it wasn't the right time and it wasn't meant to be, at least not right now. But damn, if this doesn't just completely blow.
And please, no pity. My fractured ego and self-respect is tenuous as it is, and I have the very big task ahead of me of going into work on Monday and swallowing whatever dignity I have left. So no urban legends, no pity, please.
I. GET. IT.
The strange thing is that I'm not emotional, just sort of in shock and "huh?!". I just don't get it. I'm really trying to embrace the "it is what it is" approach, but I'm still just gobsmacked. Obviously, it wasn't the right time and it wasn't meant to be, at least not right now. But damn, if this doesn't just completely blow.
And please, no pity. My fractured ego and self-respect is tenuous as it is, and I have the very big task ahead of me of going into work on Monday and swallowing whatever dignity I have left. So no urban legends, no pity, please.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
holy shit
My anxiety is interfering with my ability to write in anything other than lists. Here are my current anxiety-addled thoughts:
1) The good news is that tomorrow this mindfuck of a process will be over.
2) What kind of sicko set up this terrible California bar exam process?
3) What kind of sociopath decided that after studying for 2-3 months, you should be forced to wait for four ridiculous months for the results of a three day test.
4) I think there's a special place in hell for the people behind #3 above, especially the four month waiting process.
5) Tonight Husband took me for non-fish sushi (cucumber/avocado rolls) and then shopping for vodka & chocolate. I think I'm set for tomorrow night.
6) I don't want to go to work tomorrow but I don't want to stay at home tomorrow either. I don't think I'll be able to focus or come down off my mental ledge at either place, so I might as well just go to work and be a mess there so I'm not burning a hole in my carpet pacing.
7) I cannot tell you how much I think I will come undone if I have to go through this process again.
8) I want to pass this damn exam. I want to pass it so badly I cannot breath properly.
9) I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack before 6:00 p.m. tomorrow.
10) I think I need to invent a way to get alcohol intravaneously, for moments like these.
1) The good news is that tomorrow this mindfuck of a process will be over.
2) What kind of sicko set up this terrible California bar exam process?
3) What kind of sociopath decided that after studying for 2-3 months, you should be forced to wait for four ridiculous months for the results of a three day test.
4) I think there's a special place in hell for the people behind #3 above, especially the four month waiting process.
5) Tonight Husband took me for non-fish sushi (cucumber/avocado rolls) and then shopping for vodka & chocolate. I think I'm set for tomorrow night.
6) I don't want to go to work tomorrow but I don't want to stay at home tomorrow either. I don't think I'll be able to focus or come down off my mental ledge at either place, so I might as well just go to work and be a mess there so I'm not burning a hole in my carpet pacing.
7) I cannot tell you how much I think I will come undone if I have to go through this process again.
8) I want to pass this damn exam. I want to pass it so badly I cannot breath properly.
9) I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack before 6:00 p.m. tomorrow.
10) I think I need to invent a way to get alcohol intravaneously, for moments like these.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
Time, you evil little wench.
The worst. possible. thing. ever: being already fairly panic-stricken and not having enough work to keep you busy, so you are forced to sit and think...and think...and panic...and panic...and oh, crap.
I just can't believe it's already monday...night. My stomach feels like an acid factory, and I have this lovely tightness around my chest. Hello, stress, soooooo glad to have you back.
Where did the past 4 months go? Seriously? Don't get me wrong: I'm soooooo ready for this whole process to be over - I'd like to be able to plan my future and get out of this holding pattern I've been in. But I just don't think I'll EVER be able to prepare for the possibility of not being able to move on.
I just can't believe it's already monday...night. My stomach feels like an acid factory, and I have this lovely tightness around my chest. Hello, stress, soooooo glad to have you back.
Where did the past 4 months go? Seriously? Don't get me wrong: I'm soooooo ready for this whole process to be over - I'd like to be able to plan my future and get out of this holding pattern I've been in. But I just don't think I'll EVER be able to prepare for the possibility of not being able to move on.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Look ma, no hands!
This weekend my mother-in-law is coming for a visit. Unfortunately, I don't get tomorrow off, so that means doing snatch cleaning here and there. When it comes to me cleaning, Husband can attest to the fact that I can be a bit...ah...neurotic. Hee hee. I've been noticing lately how my couches were looking a bit hairy (thank you, cat), and it was kind of skeeving me out. So on the way home from work I stopped at Home Depot to rent a steam cleaner.
This was an excellent idea in theory.
First of all, if you're going by yourself to rent a steam cleaner, you should prepare yourself for some awkward lifting. Seriously. It took me a good 10 minutes to figure out how to get it into my trunk. And I was still wearing work clothes.
Secondly, you're supposed to vaccum your furniture first. And yes, when the directions suggest vaccuming first, they really do mean it. And yes, the steam cleaning works much better after the furniture's been vaccumed. Ha! Oh, and it takes a few hours for the furniture to dry out, even when you cover the furniture with blankets, so the cat can't frolic around on the wet-ish couches and make them all furry again.
Also, you may want to think twice about taking Husband's brand new car to return the rented steam cleaner, as it is extremely likely you'll drop the steam cleaner while putting it into the trunk, because the steam cleaner is so freaking awkard & heavy-ish to lift, and you will end up scratching the crap out of Husband's new car's bumper. Crap!
This was an excellent idea in theory.
First of all, if you're going by yourself to rent a steam cleaner, you should prepare yourself for some awkward lifting. Seriously. It took me a good 10 minutes to figure out how to get it into my trunk. And I was still wearing work clothes.
Secondly, you're supposed to vaccum your furniture first. And yes, when the directions suggest vaccuming first, they really do mean it. And yes, the steam cleaning works much better after the furniture's been vaccumed. Ha! Oh, and it takes a few hours for the furniture to dry out, even when you cover the furniture with blankets, so the cat can't frolic around on the wet-ish couches and make them all furry again.
Also, you may want to think twice about taking Husband's brand new car to return the rented steam cleaner, as it is extremely likely you'll drop the steam cleaner while putting it into the trunk, because the steam cleaner is so freaking awkard & heavy-ish to lift, and you will end up scratching the crap out of Husband's new car's bumper. Crap!
Sunday, November 06, 2005
How to have a fabulous ending to a great weekend...
1. Start with a clean apartment.
2. Lather and rinse in a freshly cleaned bathroom.
3. Add in two freshly washed towels (love that downey-cleaned smell).
4. Mix in freshly washed pajamas (ditto for the downey).
5. Finish off on the couch with a glass of wine, kitten purring on your legs, catching up on TiVo.
ahhhhhh....
2. Lather and rinse in a freshly cleaned bathroom.
3. Add in two freshly washed towels (love that downey-cleaned smell).
4. Mix in freshly washed pajamas (ditto for the downey).
5. Finish off on the couch with a glass of wine, kitten purring on your legs, catching up on TiVo.
ahhhhhh....
I heart margaritas
Here's how to have an excellent evening:
1) go to Chili's.
2) order an El Nino Margarita. (Be prepared for the toxic levels of alcohol contained therein.)
3) order chips & salsa, because trust me, by the time you get to the bottom of the El Nino, you'll want something to munch on.
4) Decide to go bowling.
5) Happen to be dressed fairly damn sexy, because you had originally dressed for a date, not for bowling.
6) get ogled, with accompanying lewd and lascivious comments, while waiting to order a beer, from an incredibly intoxiated individual.
7) avoid thinking about the objectification aspect of being ogled, and instead focus on the fact that your barzam weight gain resulted in incredible cleavage, which has stuck around while your post-barzam diet/exercise program has resulted in loss of weight. Hooray for cleavage!
1) go to Chili's.
2) order an El Nino Margarita. (Be prepared for the toxic levels of alcohol contained therein.)
3) order chips & salsa, because trust me, by the time you get to the bottom of the El Nino, you'll want something to munch on.
4) Decide to go bowling.
5) Happen to be dressed fairly damn sexy, because you had originally dressed for a date, not for bowling.
6) get ogled, with accompanying lewd and lascivious comments, while waiting to order a beer, from an incredibly intoxiated individual.
7) avoid thinking about the objectification aspect of being ogled, and instead focus on the fact that your barzam weight gain resulted in incredible cleavage, which has stuck around while your post-barzam diet/exercise program has resulted in loss of weight. Hooray for cleavage!
Friday, November 04, 2005
55-friday will bite your ankles
She decided to sit with herself for a bit, mulling over the bits and pieces of conversation they'd shared. She knew she was reaching the inevitable conclusion.
Pensively, she raised the glass to her lips in a silent toast. They'd lived an excessively robust life, that was for sure.
"Congratulations," she said with a sigh.
Pensively, she raised the glass to her lips in a silent toast. They'd lived an excessively robust life, that was for sure.
"Congratulations," she said with a sigh.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Murphy, murphy, murphy...
1) Murphy's law says that the night you really need sleep will be the night you toss and turn for an hour, unable to fall into blissful slumber.
2) Murphy's law says that once you actually do fall asleep, a FALSE FIRE ALARM WILL GO OFF AT 1:30 A.M., keeping you awake for a full hour before it gets turned of and you can fall back asleep.
3) Murphy's law says that the day you are so tired everything hurts and you can hardly think straight, the other shoe you didn't know was hanging above you will drop with a loud, resounding thud. Oh, fuck.
2) Murphy's law says that once you actually do fall asleep, a FALSE FIRE ALARM WILL GO OFF AT 1:30 A.M., keeping you awake for a full hour before it gets turned of and you can fall back asleep.
3) Murphy's law says that the day you are so tired everything hurts and you can hardly think straight, the other shoe you didn't know was hanging above you will drop with a loud, resounding thud. Oh, fuck.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Oh, I've got orange nails all right...
I don't really have anything specific to say or a point to make, and while I hate doing a post where I'm just blabbing, I feel I need to write something, especially since I skipped out on 55-friday. So here are some random thoughts.
1. I've really been craving pickles lately. And no, it's not pregnancy-related.
2. I painted my nails orange today, in honor of the great HALLOWEEN tomorrow.
3. I saw "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" this past week for the first time ever. And yes, Linus, I believe you!
4. I went shopping yesterday and got new shower gel and a black cardigan, to replace one that just crapped out on me this last week.
5. I discovered that Bath & Body Works only gets ONE shipment of fall-scented items, in August, and once it's gone, there's NO MORE. Which includes all things pumpkin-scented, even shower gel. It's not even HALLOWEEN, people. There is something wrong with your store's merchandising selections when it's not even halloween yet and your main store display is Christmas. Seriously. Is there anything wrong with waiting until Thanksgiving for this?
6. I watched several scary halloween movies which required vodka shots for my viewing ability.
7. Decided that I'm definitely getting too old to be doing vodka shots, especially when they come in multiples.
8. Decided that Jane magazine is most emphatically not the same magazing that got me through college and law school without Jane Pratt the founder and editor for 9 years. *sniff*. Jane Pratt, you OWE your loyal readers (yes, I've been with the magazine from the get go) an explanation as to WHY THE HELL YOU LEFT.
9. Decided that instead of carving a pumpkin, I would instead paint one with glue and then cover it in super fine glitter, a la Martha Stewart. I have now done two in this fashion: a tiny one and a medium-sized one, both in super fine copper-colored glitter, and they both look gorgeous. I will post a picture as soon as Husband decides to unearth the rechargable batteries and charge them for our camera. (So no holding your breath.)
10. Am not really sure how ready I am for Monday to be happening to me tomorrow. Ugh.
11. Am weighing all the ramifications of having a second glass of chardonnay...and another pickle slice.
1. I've really been craving pickles lately. And no, it's not pregnancy-related.
2. I painted my nails orange today, in honor of the great HALLOWEEN tomorrow.
3. I saw "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" this past week for the first time ever. And yes, Linus, I believe you!
4. I went shopping yesterday and got new shower gel and a black cardigan, to replace one that just crapped out on me this last week.
5. I discovered that Bath & Body Works only gets ONE shipment of fall-scented items, in August, and once it's gone, there's NO MORE. Which includes all things pumpkin-scented, even shower gel. It's not even HALLOWEEN, people. There is something wrong with your store's merchandising selections when it's not even halloween yet and your main store display is Christmas. Seriously. Is there anything wrong with waiting until Thanksgiving for this?
6. I watched several scary halloween movies which required vodka shots for my viewing ability.
7. Decided that I'm definitely getting too old to be doing vodka shots, especially when they come in multiples.
8. Decided that Jane magazine is most emphatically not the same magazing that got me through college and law school without Jane Pratt the founder and editor for 9 years. *sniff*. Jane Pratt, you OWE your loyal readers (yes, I've been with the magazine from the get go) an explanation as to WHY THE HELL YOU LEFT.
9. Decided that instead of carving a pumpkin, I would instead paint one with glue and then cover it in super fine glitter, a la Martha Stewart. I have now done two in this fashion: a tiny one and a medium-sized one, both in super fine copper-colored glitter, and they both look gorgeous. I will post a picture as soon as Husband decides to unearth the rechargable batteries and charge them for our camera. (So no holding your breath.)
10. Am not really sure how ready I am for Monday to be happening to me tomorrow. Ugh.
11. Am weighing all the ramifications of having a second glass of chardonnay...and another pickle slice.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
my TV was steaming...
I just watched an episode of the Tonight Show that I had on TiVo (I think it was from yesterday or the night before) and the musical guest was Institute - which just so happens to be Gavin Rossssssssdale's new band. And can I just say how yummmmmmmy he is?!? Watching him move with that guitar...HOT DAMN! Oh, and I thought the music was fairly good, too.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Hello, stress...glad to have you back
Sunday night I had something akin to a panic attack. I was laying in bed, waiting for sleep to catch up with me, and suddenly I was like hyperventilating thinking about checking bar results and the potential of seeing that I hadn't passed the bar. Again. And oh my god, I'm just not sure I'll be able to handle that again. On Monday morning I woke up with one of the biggest caker sores I've ever had, and today I feel another one sprouting on the other side of my mouth. Joy, oh joy.
Anyways, I'm just feeling a little strung out and fragile and had to share. Now: send the lurve.
Anyways, I'm just feeling a little strung out and fragile and had to share. Now: send the lurve.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
7-7-7 tagged
Ok, so Chai tagged me for this:
7 things I plan to do before I die
1. learn how to ballroom dance
2. play violin at carnegie hall
3. be a published author
4. learn to speak Spanish and French fluently
5. live abroad
6. own a Boesendorfer
7. become a pastry chef
7 things I can do
1. edit (papers, etc.)
2. play musical instruments (violin & piano)
3. bake a mean pie and batch of chocolate-chip cookies from scratch
4. be extraordinarily, incredibly, wonderfully organized
5. be empathetic/a good listener/a good friend
6. pick out really awesome gifts for my friends
7. give myself a french manicure and pedicure
7 things I cannot do
1. speak any other languages
2. dance, ballroom or otherwise
3. cook gourmet food
4. be unorganized/spontaneous
5. ignore/get sucked into a TV when it’s on
6. take big risks (sky diving, gambling, etc.)
7. sleep in
7 things that attract me to another person
1. melancholiness/being artistic
2. genuine-ness
3. a splendid dark, sarcastic sense-of-humor
4. someone who gives you space to be you without asking for explanations or apologies
5. respect
6. education
7. loyalty
7 things that I say the most
1. oh my god
2. groovy
3. shut up
4. oy vey
5. crap
6. shit
7. fuck
7 people I want to do this
1. Kav
2. S
3. Utopaforia
4. ladyberries
5. Cari G
6. Eve-Marie
7. JM
7 things I plan to do before I die
1. learn how to ballroom dance
2. play violin at carnegie hall
3. be a published author
4. learn to speak Spanish and French fluently
5. live abroad
6. own a Boesendorfer
7. become a pastry chef
7 things I can do
1. edit (papers, etc.)
2. play musical instruments (violin & piano)
3. bake a mean pie and batch of chocolate-chip cookies from scratch
4. be extraordinarily, incredibly, wonderfully organized
5. be empathetic/a good listener/a good friend
6. pick out really awesome gifts for my friends
7. give myself a french manicure and pedicure
7 things I cannot do
1. speak any other languages
2. dance, ballroom or otherwise
3. cook gourmet food
4. be unorganized/spontaneous
5. ignore/get sucked into a TV when it’s on
6. take big risks (sky diving, gambling, etc.)
7. sleep in
7 things that attract me to another person
1. melancholiness/being artistic
2. genuine-ness
3. a splendid dark, sarcastic sense-of-humor
4. someone who gives you space to be you without asking for explanations or apologies
5. respect
6. education
7. loyalty
7 things that I say the most
1. oh my god
2. groovy
3. shut up
4. oy vey
5. crap
6. shit
7. fuck
7 people I want to do this
1. Kav
2. S
3. Utopaforia
4. ladyberries
5. Cari G
6. Eve-Marie
7. JM
Friday, October 21, 2005
55 - this won't hurt a bit
"Let's get started. You won't feel a thing, now lay back and try to relax."
"Ah, um, okay. Just try to make it quick."
"Are you ready?"
"Oh, right, like you can ever really prepare for this."
"Okay, take a deep breath and close your eyes."
"Just get it over with already."
Ah, dental exams.
"Ah, um, okay. Just try to make it quick."
"Are you ready?"
"Oh, right, like you can ever really prepare for this."
"Okay, take a deep breath and close your eyes."
"Just get it over with already."
Ah, dental exams.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
HA, I WIN...neener neener
I think I have SOLVED our little cat-on-the-counter problem. First I should say that the way our living room is shaped and where our cable is at, there are only so many options for where things can go. That being the case, we have our loveseat couch underneath an short overhang counter that's next to our couch. It's like one of the bar-type counters, but it's too short to actually warrant bar stools.
I tried to move the furniture around, and that just DID NOT work. And having the loveseat underneath the counter was just an invitation for the cat to walk right up there and get his little beastly nose into my cooking. NOT ACCEPTABLE. I did a little internet research, and saw a lot about putting aluminum foil on counters, because cats hate the sound/feel of it. Well, that worked the FIRST time. Little devil. So I hunted down some double-sided carpet tape, and taped the crap out of my counter. The next morning after the institution of the tape (which pisses Husband off, as he can no longer just leave his glass laying around. HA. It's a two-fer) I saw four little paw prints on one side of the counter, but that's it.
And the tape has been on the counter for over 24 hours, and there's only those four little prints. NO MORE! And I've seen my little devil-cat come right up to the counter, think about it, and change his mind. HA! I WIN!
I tried to move the furniture around, and that just DID NOT work. And having the loveseat underneath the counter was just an invitation for the cat to walk right up there and get his little beastly nose into my cooking. NOT ACCEPTABLE. I did a little internet research, and saw a lot about putting aluminum foil on counters, because cats hate the sound/feel of it. Well, that worked the FIRST time. Little devil. So I hunted down some double-sided carpet tape, and taped the crap out of my counter. The next morning after the institution of the tape (which pisses Husband off, as he can no longer just leave his glass laying around. HA. It's a two-fer) I saw four little paw prints on one side of the counter, but that's it.
And the tape has been on the counter for over 24 hours, and there's only those four little prints. NO MORE! And I've seen my little devil-cat come right up to the counter, think about it, and change his mind. HA! I WIN!
Friday, October 14, 2005
the 55 that just wouldn't come
I've had about 5 false starts and I just don't think the fiction muse will be visiting me today.
In other news, it turns out we adopted a pyscho kitty. Oh, and let's not forget about the attitude this kitty is sporting. But it certainly is keeping us entertained! He's still a little love whore, but now his personality is coming out. You should see the way he tears around this apartment! You'd think he was cracked out on catnip.
Ok, back to my glass of wine and watching the girl's team getting torn up on Donald's Apprentice. Oooh....this is gonna' be good...
In other news, it turns out we adopted a pyscho kitty. Oh, and let's not forget about the attitude this kitty is sporting. But it certainly is keeping us entertained! He's still a little love whore, but now his personality is coming out. You should see the way he tears around this apartment! You'd think he was cracked out on catnip.
Ok, back to my glass of wine and watching the girl's team getting torn up on Donald's Apprentice. Oooh....this is gonna' be good...
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
New addition...
On the hunt...
So, here's the new family addition! His name upon adoption was "Mr. Winky", which we are phasing out in favor of "Jiminy"...as in jiminy cricket. I wanted to name him Jimmy, as in Jimmy Choo, because he looks like he's wearing shoes, but first of all, he's an he, and "Jimmy" just didn't really work when I tried it out. I couldn't get him to just sit still for a picture, because that shoelace in the bottom right of the picture needed to be ATTACKED.
We adopted him on Sunday, and just got him last night after he got fixed. He's an incredibly loving little guy, although he woke me up at 4:30 am to cuddle. That's going to have to be addressed, because this gnome doesn't function well with a 4:30 am wakeup call.
Anyways, just had to share...now send the love!
Saturday, October 08, 2005
oh how I love halloween...
In an effort to save money, Husband & I decided to hit up the local Blockbuster for date night. In the spirit of the holiday, we decided to forego the Chris Rock video in lieu of seasonal choices. What did we get? Well, we got 2 choices: Dracula (the one with Wynona Rider) and Dawn of the Dead.
Why do I think I can handle scary movies? I don't know. I! CAN'T! Which is why I happen to be typing this while the movie is on. I can't just sit still and watch it. It's freakin' me out! And yes, I realize it's a stupid movie, but I grew up in a very Footloose type of environment, and movies get to me. Oh, I can handle religious type freaky movies, but that's about it.
So this is the beginning of about a month of getting through scary movies. Wish me luck.
Why do I think I can handle scary movies? I don't know. I! CAN'T! Which is why I happen to be typing this while the movie is on. I can't just sit still and watch it. It's freakin' me out! And yes, I realize it's a stupid movie, but I grew up in a very Footloose type of environment, and movies get to me. Oh, I can handle religious type freaky movies, but that's about it.
So this is the beginning of about a month of getting through scary movies. Wish me luck.
The way to this gnome's heart
Husband has gone above and beyond. First, he looked at me on Thursday and said he wanted to clean the apartment this weekend so I could enjoy my weekend and not worry about it. This alone is an incredible thing. But add to that his getting me a beautiful fall flower arrangement (picture will be forthcoming) and going to the grocery store yesterday, and all that adds up to one extremely happy wife. And I think we all know that when there's a happy wife, there's a happy husband.
This happy wife is going to go enjoy her Saturday.
This happy wife is going to go enjoy her Saturday.
Friday, October 07, 2005
feeling a little chatty...
It's the end of a very long week, and I've just ingested probably 10 ounces of wine (yes, I'm being obnoxious: keeping a food journal, counting calories) and I'm feeling CHATTY. I don't really have anything to say, which is a first for me. Usually I only post when I have something to say, because I hate it when people just ramble on and on. So I'll try not to. I guess all I really want to say is "HI!".
Oh, and that I did a really I'm-the-bigger-person thing tonight. See, I had this roommate during one year of lawschool, and she was the 'bad' roommate. There were three of us living together, and while 2 of us sort of maybe ganged up on the 'bad' roommate (oh, STOP JUDGING, you would have done the SAME thing), she certainly played her part. Anyways, I decided to embrace adulthood and I wrote her a very nice, "I was terrible" sort of email. And I really tried to make sure it was sincere.
Anyways, I guess that's about it. Hope everyone is doing swell out there in blog-land.
Oh, and that I did a really I'm-the-bigger-person thing tonight. See, I had this roommate during one year of lawschool, and she was the 'bad' roommate. There were three of us living together, and while 2 of us sort of maybe ganged up on the 'bad' roommate (oh, STOP JUDGING, you would have done the SAME thing), she certainly played her part. Anyways, I decided to embrace adulthood and I wrote her a very nice, "I was terrible" sort of email. And I really tried to make sure it was sincere.
Anyways, I guess that's about it. Hope everyone is doing swell out there in blog-land.
time for 55 again...
"Sit down" he instructed. "Well, I've done a little checking into our records, and we have encountered a little problem." Shit, she thought, there's no way around this. "What do you have you to say for yourself?" She rolled her eyes; "I guess there's no excuse, I just got carried away...Prada's just so expensive."
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
a Fiona Apple a day keeps the blues away...
Fiona Apple
All I have to say is this: you all need to rush out and BUY THIS CD IMMEDIATELY!!! It is absolutely, positively fabulous, and well worth the wait. It's so fabulous to have you back, Fiona!
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Homicidal maniac, courtesy of Target
Today I set out to do a little shopping - but not just any shopping, it was an on-a-mission type of shopping day. I was out to get magazine storage boxes, like this, in an effort to have a lovely, Martha-Stewart-ly organized apartment.
I started my quest at TJ Maxx, thinking that they might have some for a decent price. Well that was a no-go, so I decided to go to Ross (like TJ Maxx), because they usually have a bigger 'home' area. They had 2 different options, but they were clunky and I want sleek, non-clunky one. Let me also mention that Ross was crazy busy, to the point where I was almost at the end of my patience and nerves.
Since this particular Ross is right next to a Target, I decided to go check out Target. Oh, I am a stupid, stupid girl. First of all, this Target is always completely crazy and a pig sty. Seriously, I've never been in there where there haven't been nearly all the carts filled with merchandise to be re-shelved. No, I'm not kidding. And this Target is not in a bad area of Los Angeles. I don't get it. But today I forgot that this Target makes me crazy every time I go in there, and this time was no exception. Not only was it complete chaos, but apparently, OCTOBER 2ND IS THE DAY TO GO SCHOOL-SUPPLY/DORM ROOM SHOPPING. OMG. What a total and complete nightmare. And apparently, TARGET doesn't carry/sell those magazine organizers. Of course, because that would make sense. It took everything in me under the heading of decency not to yell "get the hell out of my way!" at the top of my lungs while waiving my arms crazily about.
In any event, I got out without losing my mind or committing manslaughter (which undoubtedly would have fallen under the "heat of passion" category). Apparently, I still have some rage issues left over from the bar. Who knew?
I started my quest at TJ Maxx, thinking that they might have some for a decent price. Well that was a no-go, so I decided to go to Ross (like TJ Maxx), because they usually have a bigger 'home' area. They had 2 different options, but they were clunky and I want sleek, non-clunky one. Let me also mention that Ross was crazy busy, to the point where I was almost at the end of my patience and nerves.
Since this particular Ross is right next to a Target, I decided to go check out Target. Oh, I am a stupid, stupid girl. First of all, this Target is always completely crazy and a pig sty. Seriously, I've never been in there where there haven't been nearly all the carts filled with merchandise to be re-shelved. No, I'm not kidding. And this Target is not in a bad area of Los Angeles. I don't get it. But today I forgot that this Target makes me crazy every time I go in there, and this time was no exception. Not only was it complete chaos, but apparently, OCTOBER 2ND IS THE DAY TO GO SCHOOL-SUPPLY/DORM ROOM SHOPPING. OMG. What a total and complete nightmare. And apparently, TARGET doesn't carry/sell those magazine organizers. Of course, because that would make sense. It took everything in me under the heading of decency not to yell "get the hell out of my way!" at the top of my lungs while waiving my arms crazily about.
In any event, I got out without losing my mind or committing manslaughter (which undoubtedly would have fallen under the "heat of passion" category). Apparently, I still have some rage issues left over from the bar. Who knew?
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Welcome to the neighborhood!
There's a new kid on the block, and everyone should go check HER out. She's one very cool cat, so go and enjoy!
This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that her current post is about me. I'm serious about the fact that she's groovy and you all ought to become fans.
This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that her current post is about me. I'm serious about the fact that she's groovy and you all ought to become fans.
Friday, September 30, 2005
55-lunchtime-fry-day
The following in no way was influence by the great chocolate-fudgy-coffee-cake-of-addiction that happened to be in the office this morning for breakfast. And my constant eating thereof. Just so we're clear.
It was called 'The Great Chocolate Downfall of Mrs. Soother', the type of incident that caused moral people to gossip and stare. Mrs. Soother's good intentions had gone awry; she'd nibbled her way to the highest reaches of company infamy. When she yelled "3,000 pounds is the limit, stay off!", people sprinted for the stairs.
It was called 'The Great Chocolate Downfall of Mrs. Soother', the type of incident that caused moral people to gossip and stare. Mrs. Soother's good intentions had gone awry; she'd nibbled her way to the highest reaches of company infamy. When she yelled "3,000 pounds is the limit, stay off!", people sprinted for the stairs.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Letter to the man who prances around in his Speedo...
Sir:
Look, I'm sure you're a very nice man. When I saw you prancing around the apartment complex wearing only your cobalt-blue speedo and tennis shoes, sans towel, I looked the other way. Sure, it gave me the shivers, seeing as how you are my father's age and haven't an ounce of body fat, but I thought hey, it's Los Angeles, to each their own.
But when you took it a step further and started hiking your speedo down so I can see your CRACK while sunbathing, this becomes completely and ridiculously disgusting. Seriously, sir, your ASS CRACK is kissing the air. Not only are you already knocking on melanoma's door, but when your speedo abuse starts to infringe on one of the true joys in my life - namely, lounging by the pool on a Sunday afternoon enjoying a corona, this becomes personal.
How about we make a deal? You can continue to sashay your way around the apartment wearing your teensy-weensy cobalt-blue speedo and tennis shoes and I will just look the other way. But this business of pushing down your speedo so your ass crack is exposed simply has to STOP! Please! Stop, for the love of god!
Thanks, I'm glad we had this chat.
Look, I'm sure you're a very nice man. When I saw you prancing around the apartment complex wearing only your cobalt-blue speedo and tennis shoes, sans towel, I looked the other way. Sure, it gave me the shivers, seeing as how you are my father's age and haven't an ounce of body fat, but I thought hey, it's Los Angeles, to each their own.
But when you took it a step further and started hiking your speedo down so I can see your CRACK while sunbathing, this becomes completely and ridiculously disgusting. Seriously, sir, your ASS CRACK is kissing the air. Not only are you already knocking on melanoma's door, but when your speedo abuse starts to infringe on one of the true joys in my life - namely, lounging by the pool on a Sunday afternoon enjoying a corona, this becomes personal.
How about we make a deal? You can continue to sashay your way around the apartment wearing your teensy-weensy cobalt-blue speedo and tennis shoes and I will just look the other way. But this business of pushing down your speedo so your ass crack is exposed simply has to STOP! Please! Stop, for the love of god!
Thanks, I'm glad we had this chat.
Friday, September 23, 2005
55 FRY-DAY
A singular dream - what fixation he possessed! His whole life devoted to impressing and winning her back with such singular focus! And what potential for utter desolation. Straightening his shoulders, he resolved not give up; he would confront the future and all it's terrors with steel resolve. If only he'd known what was to come.
So perhaps some of you will recognize that I just finished listening to The Great Gatsby on CD during commuting to work, in which I was totally and completely enchanted. And don't give me any crap about the fact that this wasn't a complete original...this is just what was swimming around my head and I think I had to purge it to be able to move on. In any event, it is what it is. So there.
So perhaps some of you will recognize that I just finished listening to The Great Gatsby on CD during commuting to work, in which I was totally and completely enchanted. And don't give me any crap about the fact that this wasn't a complete original...this is just what was swimming around my head and I think I had to purge it to be able to move on. In any event, it is what it is. So there.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Oh, sad day 'tis this...
So, not only did I find out some very sad news in my family (no deaths, just sadness), but I also got some tragic news from the spca joint. Apparently, we can't adopt Danny because of our 'pet history'. Let me explain, for those of you rushing to judge me & Husband straight away as bad pet keepers. Before we moved out to Los Angeles, we had 2 pets: a German Shepherd and a black stray cat.
First, the dog, Waya: when we moved out here, our apartment did not accept dogs. Further, where we lived in Michigan before moving here was on 10 acres in the woods, where Waya could assert her dominance over neighborhood deer, etc. Since Husband & I knew there would be NO WAY we'd be able to buy a house and were unable to find an apartment with a big enough yard, we thought it would be cruel to move a dog used to Michigan weather and wide open spaces and to California weather and a small apartment. Not to mention NO DEER. So, we did a lot of searching and found her a home with a wonderful woman who breeds German Shepherds and had plenty of room for her to run around on. Further, she knew Waya, and lived just down the street from where we lived, so it would be less of an adjustment for her. And yes, this completely devastated Husband, but we honestly felt we were doing what was best.
Now, the cat: our cat, Kennedy, had liver shunts. We couldn't afford the $4,000 surgery to find out whether the shunts were inside or outside the liver and whether they would be able to fix them, but suffice it to say, Kennedy was a very sick cat. The vet gave us no hope as to his survival, and thought the best option would be to send him to kitty heaven. We really didn't want to do that, but he was so sick that we thought driving him out in the move, being in a car for 4 days would probably do quite a number on him. So, my parents graciously took him in and provided him with a comfortable life until he went on to kitty heaven.
So understand my indignation when the spca woman told me that we are not acceptable to them as adoptive parents, and that we will never be able to adopt from them, and tough shit. We had already twice explained our pet history to the spca quite indepthly, and I went over it again with the woman, and she did her utmost to make me feel like a complete ass, saying "well, some of us will go to great length to keep our animals." THANKS, YOU HEARTLESS, CRUEL WENCH.
So the long and short of it is that we won't be adopting Danny. *sniff*. I had a good cry about it and am now just sad, but hopefully he finds a great home, soon. Husband is at work for another 2 hours, and I'm really not looking forward to telling him. Hopefully we'll be able to find the right cat for us, but I'm just really sad tonight.
I think it's time to hit the wine.
And for any of you about to post a mean comment, just DON'T.
First, the dog, Waya: when we moved out here, our apartment did not accept dogs. Further, where we lived in Michigan before moving here was on 10 acres in the woods, where Waya could assert her dominance over neighborhood deer, etc. Since Husband & I knew there would be NO WAY we'd be able to buy a house and were unable to find an apartment with a big enough yard, we thought it would be cruel to move a dog used to Michigan weather and wide open spaces and to California weather and a small apartment. Not to mention NO DEER. So, we did a lot of searching and found her a home with a wonderful woman who breeds German Shepherds and had plenty of room for her to run around on. Further, she knew Waya, and lived just down the street from where we lived, so it would be less of an adjustment for her. And yes, this completely devastated Husband, but we honestly felt we were doing what was best.
Now, the cat: our cat, Kennedy, had liver shunts. We couldn't afford the $4,000 surgery to find out whether the shunts were inside or outside the liver and whether they would be able to fix them, but suffice it to say, Kennedy was a very sick cat. The vet gave us no hope as to his survival, and thought the best option would be to send him to kitty heaven. We really didn't want to do that, but he was so sick that we thought driving him out in the move, being in a car for 4 days would probably do quite a number on him. So, my parents graciously took him in and provided him with a comfortable life until he went on to kitty heaven.
So understand my indignation when the spca woman told me that we are not acceptable to them as adoptive parents, and that we will never be able to adopt from them, and tough shit. We had already twice explained our pet history to the spca quite indepthly, and I went over it again with the woman, and she did her utmost to make me feel like a complete ass, saying "well, some of us will go to great length to keep our animals." THANKS, YOU HEARTLESS, CRUEL WENCH.
So the long and short of it is that we won't be adopting Danny. *sniff*. I had a good cry about it and am now just sad, but hopefully he finds a great home, soon. Husband is at work for another 2 hours, and I'm really not looking forward to telling him. Hopefully we'll be able to find the right cat for us, but I'm just really sad tonight.
I think it's time to hit the wine.
And for any of you about to post a mean comment, just DON'T.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Hardy har har
This morning as I was shaving, the song "Welcome to the Jungle" popped in my head. Thank you, GNR.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Lesson of the day
Good: cubes of extra-firm tofu sauteed so that they are nice and firm on the outside and soft on the inside.
Bad: cubes of extra-firm tofu sauteed to within an inch of their lives, not terribly unlike corn nuts.
Bad: cubes of extra-firm tofu sauteed to within an inch of their lives, not terribly unlike corn nuts.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
OH, Danny boy!
Ever since we lost our kitty (he was a stray with serious liver problems...*sniff*...) we've really been wanting to get another. Not to replace our kitty, but because we really want another animal, and our apartment doesn't allow dogs. And besides, I'm a cat person.
This morning I went to get my hair cut...(which turned out quite nicely, and when I'm satisfied with my haircut, you know it's a good cut, because I'm NEVER happy with my hair. Really - I have really thick, obnoxious hair that for some reason, 95% of the hairdressers (is that the appropriate term?) are completely and totally unable to cut. It's ridiculous.)
Anyways, during the haircut, I called Husband to come and meet me and we'd have lunch and catch the movie Corpse Bride (I'm a *HUGE* Johnny Depp fan - you know how couples have their list of 3 non-realistic alternative options? I only have 1 on my list - Mr. Depp.). We had a lovely lunch outside, and then decided to meander into a nearby mall because we have this little tradition of going to this kitty adoption center (an SPCA joint) so I can get my "kitty fix".
We get to this SPCA place (which is in a mall), and there's where we discover Danny. He seemed like a quiet cat, fairly mellow, and the little tag with his information said he was about 2 years old. We bent down beside him in his cage (which could fit a few people quite comfortably, btw) and I asked him if he wanted to come home with us...to which he let out the softest, cutest little "mew" (it wasn't a full "meow"). All of a sudden, the "kitty fix" turned into Husband looking to me and saying "so, what do you think..." I say "about what?" He says "about adopting him?". WHA????
As Husband is filling out the application, we go inside Danny's cage (the size of a small room) to pet him and see if there's a connection. It turns out that Danny is about the sweetest cat alive! He's incredibly affectionate and sweet and just the cutest little attention whore you've ever seen! He's a fairly small/thin cat - his paws are very little and so cute! Oh, and he's gray tiger stripe.
They said they liked everything about us, but that there's one potential snag: apparently, Danny has a brother, Armstrong, who is a little sick. They're going to be doing some bloodwork on Armstrong to see if it's something genetic or hereditary...because they don't want us getting a sick cat. We'll find out in about a week whether or not we get to bring Danny home. And all this might not turn out, but I just had to share because I'm super excited at the prospect of having a furry little creature again!
This morning I went to get my hair cut...(which turned out quite nicely, and when I'm satisfied with my haircut, you know it's a good cut, because I'm NEVER happy with my hair. Really - I have really thick, obnoxious hair that for some reason, 95% of the hairdressers (is that the appropriate term?) are completely and totally unable to cut. It's ridiculous.)
Anyways, during the haircut, I called Husband to come and meet me and we'd have lunch and catch the movie Corpse Bride (I'm a *HUGE* Johnny Depp fan - you know how couples have their list of 3 non-realistic alternative options? I only have 1 on my list - Mr. Depp.). We had a lovely lunch outside, and then decided to meander into a nearby mall because we have this little tradition of going to this kitty adoption center (an SPCA joint) so I can get my "kitty fix".
We get to this SPCA place (which is in a mall), and there's where we discover Danny. He seemed like a quiet cat, fairly mellow, and the little tag with his information said he was about 2 years old. We bent down beside him in his cage (which could fit a few people quite comfortably, btw) and I asked him if he wanted to come home with us...to which he let out the softest, cutest little "mew" (it wasn't a full "meow"). All of a sudden, the "kitty fix" turned into Husband looking to me and saying "so, what do you think..." I say "about what?" He says "about adopting him?". WHA????
As Husband is filling out the application, we go inside Danny's cage (the size of a small room) to pet him and see if there's a connection. It turns out that Danny is about the sweetest cat alive! He's incredibly affectionate and sweet and just the cutest little attention whore you've ever seen! He's a fairly small/thin cat - his paws are very little and so cute! Oh, and he's gray tiger stripe.
They said they liked everything about us, but that there's one potential snag: apparently, Danny has a brother, Armstrong, who is a little sick. They're going to be doing some bloodwork on Armstrong to see if it's something genetic or hereditary...because they don't want us getting a sick cat. We'll find out in about a week whether or not we get to bring Danny home. And all this might not turn out, but I just had to share because I'm super excited at the prospect of having a furry little creature again!
Friday, September 16, 2005
It's still Friday in my time zone...
I know I've been slacking, but here's my 55 Fiction-Friday, for better or for worse...
Meandering through the crowds, she suddenly caught his eye. Of all the inadvertent luck, she thought. "Hey - do you think you could..." "No", she cut in abruptly. How could he - no, what on earth was he thinking? Didn't he know how wrong he was? How heartless, to confront her about the cell phone bill now?
Meandering through the crowds, she suddenly caught his eye. Of all the inadvertent luck, she thought. "Hey - do you think you could..." "No", she cut in abruptly. How could he - no, what on earth was he thinking? Didn't he know how wrong he was? How heartless, to confront her about the cell phone bill now?
Thursday, September 15, 2005
I heart Martha
Since I am now the proud parent of a TiVo system, I have been able to record lots of fun stuff to watch when I get home in the evenings. It's been fabulous.
So in addition to recording Conan and Ellen, I've been recording Martha. And I just have to say, I HEART MARTHA. I've never been a huge fan of hers - I was more ambivalent; I'd buy her magazines, but she seemed like one of those women for whom all other women feel inadequate in a 'housewifely' way. Especially me! But all that has changed after seeing her show. Oh, sure, I'd never want to have to actually exhibit any of those 'housewifely' skills (what else do you call them? 'domestic diva' skills?) in front of her, but she's so much fun and down to earth on her show! I just thinks she's great!
Seriously, it's one of the most entertaining & learning-filled shows (the stuff she shows is stuff that even I could do). If you haven't watched it yet, you need to! It's fabulous! Go, go now and enjoy! It certainly mitigates any grrrrrr-ishness that occurs from LA traffic.
So in addition to recording Conan and Ellen, I've been recording Martha. And I just have to say, I HEART MARTHA. I've never been a huge fan of hers - I was more ambivalent; I'd buy her magazines, but she seemed like one of those women for whom all other women feel inadequate in a 'housewifely' way. Especially me! But all that has changed after seeing her show. Oh, sure, I'd never want to have to actually exhibit any of those 'housewifely' skills (what else do you call them? 'domestic diva' skills?) in front of her, but she's so much fun and down to earth on her show! I just thinks she's great!
Seriously, it's one of the most entertaining & learning-filled shows (the stuff she shows is stuff that even I could do). If you haven't watched it yet, you need to! It's fabulous! Go, go now and enjoy! It certainly mitigates any grrrrrr-ishness that occurs from LA traffic.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
The source of unspeakable sadness...
The tragic shoes
Do you see how the left shoe footbed is completely split from the bottom half? How the hell does that even happen?!? And aren't they just such fun, sexy shoes? Do you see now why I can't just part with them?
Saturday, September 10, 2005
update: the blistered feet
It seems some of you are highly worried about the state of my feet after being a slave to fashion and wearing blister-inducing shoes on my first day of work. Well, thanks for the worry! I was doing okay - most of the blisters hadn't popped yet or had just kind of deflated on their own without popping (that wierds me out a bit) ... until I decided to go for a walk with Husband on Friday night... and popped one of those blisters.
So, now I have a big ugly popped blister sore on my right foot, by my big toe (right where the strap of a flip-flop would lie). We have these nifty little square band-aids, and I wore one tonight for date night.
All was going well with my feet on the date - we went for a lovely and ridiculously filling meal at the Cheesecake Factory (neither of us can eat cheesecake, so we brought home a piece of sinful fudge sex cake) and so I wore my sexy sandal heels. Now, these are about the only pair of sexy heels I own, and I love these shoes more than, well, a lot of things (but not that sinful fudge sex cake). Now, I've had these shoes for probably 4 or 5 years, but have only worn them a handful of times (for when I'm feeling especially sassy), and when we got home, the shoes died. Seriously, the left shoe foot-bed part split completely apart from the soul/heel part - as if the glue decided it was time to go to glue heaven. This is just tragic.
*sigh*.
Anyone know how much it would cost me to get my shoe glued back together? I don't remember how much I paid for them (I got them at DSW), but they are designer shoes (a serious, expensive designer, at that) and I don't think I can continue to cope without them.
This is just so sad. Where's that sinful fudge sex cake and my glass of wine....
So, now I have a big ugly popped blister sore on my right foot, by my big toe (right where the strap of a flip-flop would lie). We have these nifty little square band-aids, and I wore one tonight for date night.
All was going well with my feet on the date - we went for a lovely and ridiculously filling meal at the Cheesecake Factory (neither of us can eat cheesecake, so we brought home a piece of sinful fudge sex cake) and so I wore my sexy sandal heels. Now, these are about the only pair of sexy heels I own, and I love these shoes more than, well, a lot of things (but not that sinful fudge sex cake). Now, I've had these shoes for probably 4 or 5 years, but have only worn them a handful of times (for when I'm feeling especially sassy), and when we got home, the shoes died. Seriously, the left shoe foot-bed part split completely apart from the soul/heel part - as if the glue decided it was time to go to glue heaven. This is just tragic.
*sigh*.
Anyone know how much it would cost me to get my shoe glued back together? I don't remember how much I paid for them (I got them at DSW), but they are designer shoes (a serious, expensive designer, at that) and I don't think I can continue to cope without them.
This is just so sad. Where's that sinful fudge sex cake and my glass of wine....
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