GAH! The hallway smells of cookies because there are cookies in the hallway! Right outside the boardroom! I will not eat of the cookies because even though the cookies smell of heaven I am strong.
Smells
SO
GOOOOOOOOD.
But, I am STRONG. So, NO.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sad fake little tree
Hee hee. My man came over last night with his fake little tree (the one I'd really pinned high hopes on...) behind his back. It was... small. And made me... sad. Seriously, this was the fake equivalent of Charlie Brown's tree from his Christmas special.
Les: Dude? Really?
M: ...YES!
Les: Oh, honey, no. That tree just makes me sad.
M: I knew it would once I saw it, but I had to bring it over so you could see it.
Les: Stop bending the stalks down! It's shedding all over my floor!
(Here we giggled a lot at the patheticness of it all...)
Soooooooo, no. Now I need to find a tree that it 1) small and 2) preferably fake. It wouldn't have mattered either way, but after I got the idea I wanted to decorate, there was no going back.
I think we've also determined that we will avoid the giving of "stuff" for the Christmas holiday, and stick to doing something fun together. We both already have a lot of stuff anyway, and no desire to pile stuff on top of more stuff (though I TOTALLY just screwed myself out of a KitchenAid mixer...). So I'm thinking a fun night in Boston. Expensive, ridiculously delicious dinner with a bit too much wine. Walking around looking at lights and loving each other. Mmmm.
Les: Dude? Really?
M: ...YES!
Les: Oh, honey, no. That tree just makes me sad.
M: I knew it would once I saw it, but I had to bring it over so you could see it.
Les: Stop bending the stalks down! It's shedding all over my floor!
(Here we giggled a lot at the patheticness of it all...)
Soooooooo, no. Now I need to find a tree that it 1) small and 2) preferably fake. It wouldn't have mattered either way, but after I got the idea I wanted to decorate, there was no going back.
I think we've also determined that we will avoid the giving of "stuff" for the Christmas holiday, and stick to doing something fun together. We both already have a lot of stuff anyway, and no desire to pile stuff on top of more stuff (though I TOTALLY just screwed myself out of a KitchenAid mixer...). So I'm thinking a fun night in Boston. Expensive, ridiculously delicious dinner with a bit too much wine. Walking around looking at lights and loving each other. Mmmm.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
The end of a thing
Tomorrow is the last day of blogging every day. Now, I know that I didn't blog EVERY day in November... I missed three days. And I suffered mightily for it! Wait, no. No one suffered. In any case, have I learned anything from blogging (almost)every day for a month?
I guess. I determined that even though there's a lot of crap that comes from posting just for the sake of posting, there's also a lot of good stuff. Funny stuff. Stuff that I might want to revisit later, but might not have ever posted in the first place had I not felt obligated. And I think that's good. It helped to be accountable for posting every day - even if it was only to myself. Plus, there were lots of mundane details that I posted that I probably wouldn't have otherwise, but that's kind of how you get to know how people are different from each other, right? The day-to-day stuff? I mean most people leave home, get a job (or a few jobs), meet someone (or several someones), start different chapters of their lives on a semi-predictable timeline. Not everyone lives in Somerville, acts in plays, has the best friends ever, gets to snuggle with the enginerdiest skier/surfer dude... That's the stuff that makes me... me.
Anyway, enough of that. I won't continue to post every day, but I am certainly motivated to post more, and not to omit details that I think are too small when I could just as well include them. Right now, I'm in the middle of making soup from the leftover turkey. It's also got broth, carrots, celery, onions, and spinach. Yum! The man and I will eat it with arugula salad and a little bread. I hope that he'll bring over his fake little Christmas tree and we can trim it together while watching a movie*. That's what makes us... us.
*Last night we watched Good Night and Good Luck, which he'd never seen and I haven't seen since the theater. GAH this is such a good movie! And I was struck again at how the integrity of the media continues to be such an important issue that I'm not sure can be overstressed. The media is broken; it's not being used to its potential. I know it disappoints me, and that's why I don't watch regular tv anymore. And, the longer I go without watching it, the less tolerance I have for it. If you haven't seen this movie, I highly recommend that you do. HIGHLY! (That's a threat in case the BOLDCAPS didn't give it away!)
I guess. I determined that even though there's a lot of crap that comes from posting just for the sake of posting, there's also a lot of good stuff. Funny stuff. Stuff that I might want to revisit later, but might not have ever posted in the first place had I not felt obligated. And I think that's good. It helped to be accountable for posting every day - even if it was only to myself. Plus, there were lots of mundane details that I posted that I probably wouldn't have otherwise, but that's kind of how you get to know how people are different from each other, right? The day-to-day stuff? I mean most people leave home, get a job (or a few jobs), meet someone (or several someones), start different chapters of their lives on a semi-predictable timeline. Not everyone lives in Somerville, acts in plays, has the best friends ever, gets to snuggle with the enginerdiest skier/surfer dude... That's the stuff that makes me... me.
Anyway, enough of that. I won't continue to post every day, but I am certainly motivated to post more, and not to omit details that I think are too small when I could just as well include them. Right now, I'm in the middle of making soup from the leftover turkey. It's also got broth, carrots, celery, onions, and spinach. Yum! The man and I will eat it with arugula salad and a little bread. I hope that he'll bring over his fake little Christmas tree and we can trim it together while watching a movie*. That's what makes us... us.
*Last night we watched Good Night and Good Luck, which he'd never seen and I haven't seen since the theater. GAH this is such a good movie! And I was struck again at how the integrity of the media continues to be such an important issue that I'm not sure can be overstressed. The media is broken; it's not being used to its potential. I know it disappoints me, and that's why I don't watch regular tv anymore. And, the longer I go without watching it, the less tolerance I have for it. If you haven't seen this movie, I highly recommend that you do. HIGHLY! (That's a threat in case the BOLDCAPS didn't give it away!)
Saturday, November 28, 2009
T 1B
Thanksgiving 1B was terrific!
I got up a bit after eight. My man had gone surfing, and I had plenty of time to do everything. Throughout the morning I watched some Lord of the Rings, prepared some food, and played with the cats. My man came over a little after one, and by that time all I really had to do was turn on the burners.
Everyone enjoyed the food and the company (which ensured hours of clever conversation). When the guests left I was properly exhausted, and the cats even let me sleep.
This morning over a leisurely breakfast, I had the following conversation with M:
Leslie: If you think of it today, can you dig out your mini Christmas tree?
M: Yes! I will do it today.
Leslie: Cool. When I was in the crawl space getting out the extra chairs I saw the decorations. Since the tree's fake, I might as well put it up now.
M: Yeah, we can decorate it together.
Leslie: *cold, black heart melts into an ooey-gooey mess*
Now I must complete my laundry and do the dreaded ironing :( Boo. Maybe one more bowl of leftover stuffing, first...
I got up a bit after eight. My man had gone surfing, and I had plenty of time to do everything. Throughout the morning I watched some Lord of the Rings, prepared some food, and played with the cats. My man came over a little after one, and by that time all I really had to do was turn on the burners.
Everyone enjoyed the food and the company (which ensured hours of clever conversation). When the guests left I was properly exhausted, and the cats even let me sleep.
This morning over a leisurely breakfast, I had the following conversation with M:
Leslie: If you think of it today, can you dig out your mini Christmas tree?
M: Yes! I will do it today.
Leslie: Cool. When I was in the crawl space getting out the extra chairs I saw the decorations. Since the tree's fake, I might as well put it up now.
M: Yeah, we can decorate it together.
Leslie: *cold, black heart melts into an ooey-gooey mess*
Now I must complete my laundry and do the dreaded ironing :( Boo. Maybe one more bowl of leftover stuffing, first...
Friday, November 27, 2009
Vignette
Yesterday was Thanksgiving and I went to the man's parents' house for dinner. I was to leave at 11:30 so that I could get there by 12:30. I started walking down the stairs, pie in hand, at 11:25, because I budget 5 minutes for walking down 3 flights of stairs and 20' to the car. When I got to the car I noticed that at least one hundred million birds had pooped all over it. ALL. OVER. IT.
Now, the windshield isn't a terrible place to get poop, because your car has the resources to wash it off on its own. The hood though? What would all my man's relatives think when they saw me driving a be-pooped car? Obviously they would think that I will make an awful life-mate. Because of this, I deposited the pie in the car, ran upstairs for some wet-wipes, and came back down to take care of the hood. About seven wipes later I was finished. I went over to the trash cans lined up against the house to toss said wipes and be on my merry way. But when I returned to the car? MORE POOP. Right in the same spots that I had just cleaned. OMFG fine! I got the wipes out again and repeated the process.
People, this happened three times. Finally I moved the car to the other side of the street so that I could get out of range of those shit-bombing fuckers. Damn. I left for the man's P's house about ten minutes late, but smiling, because I hate birds and I would be eating one shortly. VENGEANCE!!
Anyway! I got there without any problem, all of the people were really nice, and the food was delightful. There were no pie leftovers, so it had to have been decent. After dessert the man and I took the kids (seven in total) on a walk in the woods behind the house, and a good time was had by all.
Now, to put on the Lord of the Rings and do it all again :) YUM!
Now, the windshield isn't a terrible place to get poop, because your car has the resources to wash it off on its own. The hood though? What would all my man's relatives think when they saw me driving a be-pooped car? Obviously they would think that I will make an awful life-mate. Because of this, I deposited the pie in the car, ran upstairs for some wet-wipes, and came back down to take care of the hood. About seven wipes later I was finished. I went over to the trash cans lined up against the house to toss said wipes and be on my merry way. But when I returned to the car? MORE POOP. Right in the same spots that I had just cleaned. OMFG fine! I got the wipes out again and repeated the process.
People, this happened three times. Finally I moved the car to the other side of the street so that I could get out of range of those shit-bombing fuckers. Damn. I left for the man's P's house about ten minutes late, but smiling, because I hate birds and I would be eating one shortly. VENGEANCE!!
Anyway! I got there without any problem, all of the people were really nice, and the food was delightful. There were no pie leftovers, so it had to have been decent. After dessert the man and I took the kids (seven in total) on a walk in the woods behind the house, and a good time was had by all.
Now, to put on the Lord of the Rings and do it all again :) YUM!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Short list
1. You guys are THE BEST.
2. I need to find my table cloth! I live in a studio, where could it POSSIBLY have gone??
3. A very wonderful Thanksgiving to you ALL!
2. I need to find my table cloth! I live in a studio, where could it POSSIBLY have gone??
3. A very wonderful Thanksgiving to you ALL!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
DIS. LIKE.
Forward:
There is no reason for me to be all dislike-y today, as there were totally free/fresh donuts in the cafeteria and one of them was coconut and I took it and ran. You'd think I'd be happy about free breakfast. No. I am an ungrateful shit instead.
Body:
Here are some things I dislike, in no particular order STOP BUGGING ME AND LET ME JUDGE!
-The Starbucks coffee that we brew at work tastes nothing like the coffee at Starbucks.
-I never know if it's going to be a normal day at work or a freezing day at work and I shouldn't have to wear a million layers EVERY day why can't THEY anticipate MY needs to occasionally wear 3/4 sleeves??
-Work.
-I'm not at home re-watching the new Star Trek movie.
-I may never have a soft screamy baby and be a mom.
-Extra holiday pounds that I am anxiously predicting...
-People who's thickly applied make-up I can see from my car.
-People who are WAY more stylish than me.
-I have some free movie passes to the local theatre but everything playing there looks laughably terrible.
-Why I have this ONE little chunk of hair that is straight while the rest is curly WHATTHEFUCK?
Denouement:
Yes, instead of a list of things for which I am thankful, which would be very long! Because I am thankful for every hair on your head (yes, YOU!) and I have a name for every hair so you see where this is going! Instead of that you get a gripe-y list of gripes. From a crab*. Who is crabby. Sorry. I'm sure tomorrow I'll be in a better mood because Thanksgiving! And then Friday is Thanksgiving 1b!! With the gravy and the stuffing and the drool! GRRRAAAAAAAVVVYYYYYYYYYYY!
*moi
EDITED TO ADD: OH! Another thing I DISLIKE SO MUCH is at the end of The Wizard of Oz, when fuckingGlenda says that Dorothy had the power to go home all along? And that she didn't tell her right away because Dorothy "wouldn't have believed" it? You don't know me, BITCH! You don't know my life! You could have fucking ASKED, right? I will END YOU!
There is no reason for me to be all dislike-y today, as there were totally free/fresh donuts in the cafeteria and one of them was coconut and I took it and ran. You'd think I'd be happy about free breakfast. No. I am an ungrateful shit instead.
Body:
Here are some things I dislike, in no particular order STOP BUGGING ME AND LET ME JUDGE!
-The Starbucks coffee that we brew at work tastes nothing like the coffee at Starbucks.
-I never know if it's going to be a normal day at work or a freezing day at work and I shouldn't have to wear a million layers EVERY day why can't THEY anticipate MY needs to occasionally wear 3/4 sleeves??
-Work.
-I'm not at home re-watching the new Star Trek movie.
-I may never have a soft screamy baby and be a mom.
-Extra holiday pounds that I am anxiously predicting...
-People who's thickly applied make-up I can see from my car.
-People who are WAY more stylish than me.
-I have some free movie passes to the local theatre but everything playing there looks laughably terrible.
-Why I have this ONE little chunk of hair that is straight while the rest is curly WHATTHEFUCK?
Denouement:
Yes, instead of a list of things for which I am thankful, which would be very long! Because I am thankful for every hair on your head (yes, YOU!) and I have a name for every hair so you see where this is going! Instead of that you get a gripe-y list of gripes. From a crab*. Who is crabby. Sorry. I'm sure tomorrow I'll be in a better mood because Thanksgiving! And then Friday is Thanksgiving 1b!! With the gravy and the stuffing and the drool! GRRRAAAAAAAVVVYYYYYYYYYYY!
*moi
EDITED TO ADD: OH! Another thing I DISLIKE SO MUCH is at the end of The Wizard of Oz, when fuckingGlenda says that Dorothy had the power to go home all along? And that she didn't tell her right away because Dorothy "wouldn't have believed" it? You don't know me, BITCH! You don't know my life! You could have fucking ASKED, right? I will END YOU!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Confessions
Erm. I must make a confession. It's kind of gross (not in a I-like-to-be-peed-on* kind of way, don't worry).
I try to take care of myself. And I'm pretty meticulous about certain things. Except: make-up.
*I don't. Like it, that is. Not that I've tried. But, with all of the experiences available to me and the limited time I have on earth, I'll pass.
Dude, I have make-up that is YEARS old. YEARS and also more YEARS. Way older than is recommended.
Here's why: I cannot possibly use up any of these products fully in the time that is recommended. Like: six months? REALLY?! There is no make-up product** that I use SOOO frequently or in such volumes that they are gone in six months.
I guess what I'm saying here is: I'm cheap. And I bend the rules to satisfy that cheapness. BUT! After work today I have vowed to purchase all new eye shadows*** and lip products to replace the offending products. And lo, these products will be all-natural and from the froofy-natural-stuff store. AND, when I get home I will toss the oldies AND wash out all of my applicator brushes that I intend to keep.
**Exceptions: lip gloss, because I have giant lips that are dry; and eye-liner, because I must accentuate the positive.
I'm turning over a new leaf, people. At least I'm going to try.
***BUT since I am so cheap, I will be tossing eye shadows in about twelve different fun colors including purples and dramatic greens and I will probably just replace them with boring-ish neutrals :(
I try to take care of myself. And I'm pretty meticulous about certain things. Except: make-up.
*I don't. Like it, that is. Not that I've tried. But, with all of the experiences available to me and the limited time I have on earth, I'll pass.
Dude, I have make-up that is YEARS old. YEARS and also more YEARS. Way older than is recommended.
Here's why: I cannot possibly use up any of these products fully in the time that is recommended. Like: six months? REALLY?! There is no make-up product** that I use SOOO frequently or in such volumes that they are gone in six months.
I guess what I'm saying here is: I'm cheap. And I bend the rules to satisfy that cheapness. BUT! After work today I have vowed to purchase all new eye shadows*** and lip products to replace the offending products. And lo, these products will be all-natural and from the froofy-natural-stuff store. AND, when I get home I will toss the oldies AND wash out all of my applicator brushes that I intend to keep.
**Exceptions: lip gloss, because I have giant lips that are dry; and eye-liner, because I must accentuate the positive.
I'm turning over a new leaf, people. At least I'm going to try.
***BUT since I am so cheap, I will be tossing eye shadows in about twelve different fun colors including purples and dramatic greens and I will probably just replace them with boring-ish neutrals :(
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Walden
Yesterday, before watching the hella-awesome Star Trek movie, I went to Walden Pond with my friend A.
Here's (blurry) Leslie:
Before I moved to Massachusetts, I'd never lived in an area that was remotely urban, as it is here, and I really feared that my soul would shrivel and I might turn hard and sharp without the calming, nurturing influence of trees. Luckily, MA is actually pretty rich with nature, you just need to know where to look.
I live just twenty minutes away from Walden Pond. Let me tell you, Henry David got excited for a reason. Not that I want to give up modern conveniences and live in an 8' X 10' shack, but it's easy to see what the lure is. The weather yesterday was cool but fair, with sun peaking through the trees and clear water to sit and chat by.
I'm grateful.
Here's (blurry) Leslie:
Before I moved to Massachusetts, I'd never lived in an area that was remotely urban, as it is here, and I really feared that my soul would shrivel and I might turn hard and sharp without the calming, nurturing influence of trees. Luckily, MA is actually pretty rich with nature, you just need to know where to look.
I live just twenty minutes away from Walden Pond. Let me tell you, Henry David got excited for a reason. Not that I want to give up modern conveniences and live in an 8' X 10' shack, but it's easy to see what the lure is. The weather yesterday was cool but fair, with sun peaking through the trees and clear water to sit and chat by.
I'm grateful.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Live long and prosper
Oh my god oh my god oh my god I can't really post today because I'm watching the new Star Trek and oh my god oh my god oh my god!
Friday, November 20, 2009
It's Friday, which means very little, as it will be Monday again in 10 minutes.
You know that you are in desperate need of help when you get up at 4am to Google "kitty tranquilizer darts".
After posting that stuff yesterday about the songs I like, I of course found way WAY more songs to add, which I won't, because I think that could possibly make up a never-ending post (Atreyu!! Sebastian!!). But how could I forget the Yeah Yeah Yeahs? Or Fiona Apple? Because I am a bad person, that's how.
I'm looking forward to the weekend - just like I do EVERY weekend, because I'm sleepy and bored of work and want to do whatever I want. Last night I bought an 18.44lb turkey for Thanksgiving and this weekend I will do some organizing so that I can spend most of the day drinking and watching Lord of the Rings rather than fretting about food-stuff. And, next week shouldn't really be so bad. It is ONLY a three-day week. Monday will be... Monday. Tuesday I'm going to have oysters and beer after work with the lovely J, and Wednesday at work we have tentative plans to head out early for beers to celebrate a co-worker;s birthday. Then we'll sneak back into the office to be seen, collect our things, and leave early. Then I'll bake a pie. Then I'll imitate a sloth. Just as our forefathers intended.
Possibly more later. I reserve the right to post or not post as the mood strikes.
After posting that stuff yesterday about the songs I like, I of course found way WAY more songs to add, which I won't, because I think that could possibly make up a never-ending post (Atreyu!! Sebastian!!). But how could I forget the Yeah Yeah Yeahs? Or Fiona Apple? Because I am a bad person, that's how.
I'm looking forward to the weekend - just like I do EVERY weekend, because I'm sleepy and bored of work and want to do whatever I want. Last night I bought an 18.44lb turkey for Thanksgiving and this weekend I will do some organizing so that I can spend most of the day drinking and watching Lord of the Rings rather than fretting about food-stuff. And, next week shouldn't really be so bad. It is ONLY a three-day week. Monday will be... Monday. Tuesday I'm going to have oysters and beer after work with the lovely J, and Wednesday at work we have tentative plans to head out early for beers to celebrate a co-worker;s birthday. Then we'll sneak back into the office to be seen, collect our things, and leave early. Then I'll bake a pie. Then I'll imitate a sloth. Just as our forefathers intended.
Possibly more later. I reserve the right to post or not post as the mood strikes.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Brought to you by the letter i(Pod)
LISTS! Of songs! Hold onto your seats!
Songs during which I CANNOT be sad because DAMN:
Debaser - Pixies
Intergalactic Planetary - Beastie Boys
Love you Madly - Cake
Kiss - Prince
A Little Less Conversation - Elvis, baby
Slow Down - Jesse Dee
In the Meantime - Spacehog
Very sexy songs:
Snakeface - Throwing Muses
Fever - Peggy Lee
Supermassive Black Hole - Muse
Gett Off - Prince
Sad/melancholy songs:
Nothing Compares 2 U: Sinead O'Connor
Country Feedback - REM
OMFG almost anything by Tori Amos
Joey - Concrete Blond
Money Don't Matter 2 Night - Prince
Very dancy songs during which I cannot be still:
What's Golden - Jurassic 5
Hey Ya - Outkast
Golden Years - David Bowie
Yeah - Usher
Rollercoaster of Love - Red Hot Chili Peppers
My favoritest songs of the moment:
Maybe Today - Ryan Montbleau Band
Missing the Boat - Modest Mouse
That's It, I Quit - Adele
Connection - Elastica
Songs that I must sing to VERY VERY LOUDLY for all the world to hear:
Possum Kingdom - Toadies
Scenes from an Italian Restaurant - Billy Joel (J and I both do a VERY impressive mouth-guitar during the instrumentals)
Cornflake Girl - Tori Amos
Dancing in the Moonlight - King Harvest
Remedy - Black Crowes
Mother - Danzig (and while we're at it, let's include every song by every hair band in my music collection and that is quite a few)
Freedom - George Michael
One Week - Barenaked Ladies
I'm sure there are others, but damn people. There are just SO many songs, and I just thought of this post on my way to work this morning.
Songs during which I CANNOT be sad because DAMN:
Debaser - Pixies
Intergalactic Planetary - Beastie Boys
Love you Madly - Cake
Kiss - Prince
A Little Less Conversation - Elvis, baby
Slow Down - Jesse Dee
In the Meantime - Spacehog
Very sexy songs:
Snakeface - Throwing Muses
Fever - Peggy Lee
Supermassive Black Hole - Muse
Gett Off - Prince
Sad/melancholy songs:
Nothing Compares 2 U: Sinead O'Connor
Country Feedback - REM
OMFG almost anything by Tori Amos
Joey - Concrete Blond
Money Don't Matter 2 Night - Prince
Very dancy songs during which I cannot be still:
What's Golden - Jurassic 5
Hey Ya - Outkast
Golden Years - David Bowie
Yeah - Usher
Rollercoaster of Love - Red Hot Chili Peppers
My favoritest songs of the moment:
Maybe Today - Ryan Montbleau Band
Missing the Boat - Modest Mouse
That's It, I Quit - Adele
Connection - Elastica
Songs that I must sing to VERY VERY LOUDLY for all the world to hear:
Possum Kingdom - Toadies
Scenes from an Italian Restaurant - Billy Joel (J and I both do a VERY impressive mouth-guitar during the instrumentals)
Cornflake Girl - Tori Amos
Dancing in the Moonlight - King Harvest
Remedy - Black Crowes
Mother - Danzig (and while we're at it, let's include every song by every hair band in my music collection and that is quite a few)
Freedom - George Michael
One Week - Barenaked Ladies
I'm sure there are others, but damn people. There are just SO many songs, and I just thought of this post on my way to work this morning.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
No mas!
My brain- she is foggy and slow. Let me give you a little recap of last night so you may understand why:
6:30 - eat small bowl of ravioli and piece of pumpkin pie
8:45 - Meet A in Porter Square and head into Boston for fun
9:10 - stop at bar near House of Blues to pre-party
9:25 - consume vodka drink
9:50 - consume another vodka drink
10:05 - enter House of Blues
10:10 - beer
10:20 - shake shake shake, shake shake shake
10:40 - beer 2
11:00 - more shaking
11:20 - beer 3
11:40 - still more shaking and yelling BECAUSE I HAVE TO YELL IT IS SO LOUD
12:15 - shot of Knob Creek (*le sigh*)
12:40 - ask M, who was nice enough to drive us home, to PLEASE pull over so's I can reverse-eat the ravioli, pie, vodka drinks, beers and OMG Knob Creek
Let me tell you that despite the insistence to the contrary of one VERY blue eyed musician, a shot is NOT the way to pull together an evening.
Why I gotta be so dumb?
EDITED TO ADD: I just checked my phone, and I totally texted my man at 1am. It reads thus: I realizze (sic) it's quite late, but i'm drunk and i dig you SO much baby!
Yeeeaaaah.
6:30 - eat small bowl of ravioli and piece of pumpkin pie
8:45 - Meet A in Porter Square and head into Boston for fun
9:10 - stop at bar near House of Blues to pre-party
9:25 - consume vodka drink
9:50 - consume another vodka drink
10:05 - enter House of Blues
10:10 - beer
10:20 - shake shake shake, shake shake shake
10:40 - beer 2
11:00 - more shaking
11:20 - beer 3
11:40 - still more shaking and yelling BECAUSE I HAVE TO YELL IT IS SO LOUD
12:15 - shot of Knob Creek (*le sigh*)
12:40 - ask M, who was nice enough to drive us home, to PLEASE pull over so's I can reverse-eat the ravioli, pie, vodka drinks, beers and OMG Knob Creek
Let me tell you that despite the insistence to the contrary of one VERY blue eyed musician, a shot is NOT the way to pull together an evening.
Why I gotta be so dumb?
EDITED TO ADD: I just checked my phone, and I totally texted my man at 1am. It reads thus: I realizze (sic) it's quite late, but i'm drunk and i dig you SO much baby!
Yeeeaaaah.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
not so much
So, I'm posting because I feel obligated. Buuuuuuutttt (Ha! BUTT!) I don't really have that much going on. I'm headed to the House of Blues with my friend A to see a friend play, which is pretty cool. And I'm determined to stay there and awake past the first set (yup, I AM armed with RedBull, thank you for asking...).
My man is in Ithaca on a consulting thing today and tomorrow. This means that when I get home, instead of texting him to come over, I'll heat up my two microwavable heaty things and get to bed snuggling... no one :( Maybe the cats. Though, they usually save their (very aggressive and loud) snuggling for the 4 to 5am hour. They're good like that.
Side note: I will be bringing a pumpkin pie to the man's family's house for Thanksgiving. So, in case you don't read anything into this, let me tell you what I read into this:
If my pie is less than awesome, I will make a TERRIBLE life-mate.
RIGHT? That's a ton of pressure! I'm nervous. The pie I made over the weekend is really good (despite the canned pumkin), so I hope that all subsequent efforts are as good or gooder.
Mmmm. Time for a last minute slice of pie! It will no doubt blend beautifully in my gullet with the RedBull and booze I plan to drink. AND! Don't forget the dancing!!
My man is in Ithaca on a consulting thing today and tomorrow. This means that when I get home, instead of texting him to come over, I'll heat up my two microwavable heaty things and get to bed snuggling... no one :( Maybe the cats. Though, they usually save their (very aggressive and loud) snuggling for the 4 to 5am hour. They're good like that.
Side note: I will be bringing a pumpkin pie to the man's family's house for Thanksgiving. So, in case you don't read anything into this, let me tell you what I read into this:
If my pie is less than awesome, I will make a TERRIBLE life-mate.
RIGHT? That's a ton of pressure! I'm nervous. The pie I made over the weekend is really good (despite the canned pumkin), so I hope that all subsequent efforts are as good or gooder.
Mmmm. Time for a last minute slice of pie! It will no doubt blend beautifully in my gullet with the RedBull and booze I plan to drink. AND! Don't forget the dancing!!
Monday, November 16, 2009
skewing early
It's 11:48am and I just finished my lunch (a rather indulgent bacon/gouda/avocado/lettuce sandwich). I could really go for a nap. And not a quickie under-the-desk kind, either... I mean a full-on, no-pants, under-the-blankets NAP. IN BED.
EDITED TO ADD: another description of that sandwich might be (from the bottom up): whole wheat carb/fat/fat!/heart-healthy fat/*lettuce*/whole wheat carb
EDITED TO ADD: another description of that sandwich might be (from the bottom up): whole wheat carb/fat/fat!/heart-healthy fat/*lettuce*/whole wheat carb
Sweet dreams
I barely slept last night. The getting to sleep part was fine, as usual. I just leaned up against my man and fell asleep. But at about 1am I couldn't sleep anymore so I was just... up. Then the cats, sensing that their beloved human was in need of some compassion (and perhaps some peace and quiet) started being the biggest jerks ever. EVER.
Let's knock stuff over and scratch at the stuff under the bed, and play with toys we usually hate! Weeeee! Ugh. Anyway,I got up to put some food in their bowls at 4:45, then again at 5:30. then I actually got to get a little sleep before the alarm went off at 6:10. I know I slept because I had a dream. And that dream was about scooping kitty litter. Yup. I was working as a kitty-litter-scooper. And, surprise! I didn't like my job.
Kitties: please get outta my dreams.
Before all of my sleep difficulties, last night was pretty fun. I had some beers with some theatre peeps and then my man joined us. A good time was had by all, and a lot of beers were consumed by me. So, without further ado, I give you another installment of...
Awesome things I said to my boyfriend while I was drunk, part 196:
We were in the car on the way home (he drove, he'd only had one beer) and I said, completely out of nowhere, "When you get a job and buy another house, can we live together in it? I'm a good roommate". To which he replied: "Sure".
My man: few words has he. I'm lucky he's so laid back about the stuff I say when drinking.
Let's knock stuff over and scratch at the stuff under the bed, and play with toys we usually hate! Weeeee! Ugh. Anyway,I got up to put some food in their bowls at 4:45, then again at 5:30. then I actually got to get a little sleep before the alarm went off at 6:10. I know I slept because I had a dream. And that dream was about scooping kitty litter. Yup. I was working as a kitty-litter-scooper. And, surprise! I didn't like my job.
Kitties: please get outta my dreams.
Before all of my sleep difficulties, last night was pretty fun. I had some beers with some theatre peeps and then my man joined us. A good time was had by all, and a lot of beers were consumed by me. So, without further ado, I give you another installment of...
Awesome things I said to my boyfriend while I was drunk, part 196:
We were in the car on the way home (he drove, he'd only had one beer) and I said, completely out of nowhere, "When you get a job and buy another house, can we live together in it? I'm a good roommate". To which he replied: "Sure".
My man: few words has he. I'm lucky he's so laid back about the stuff I say when drinking.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Slacker
That's me. It's my third FAIL and we're just halfway through November. Pathetic.
BUT! Sometimes it's hard to think of things to write that won't bore people to tears (like this here! Super content!). Also, there are only so many hours in a day and I need to use those hours to buy milk, and get medicine for the orphans and build those houses for the poor and Hulu all those back episodes of Lost I haven't seen OMGBenLinus Ihateyou!*
So, I've skipped some days, yeah, but basically I'm doing it.
* I've only done only two out of those four things...
Currently I have two fur-pigs menacing me - something about some empty dishes (Dudes, I fed your asses when you woke me up at 5am. Don't try to pretend that didn't happen because my toe still hurts from hitting it against the chair!).
Also, the fuzzball tumbleweed is making it look like the Old West up in here, and that just ain't right.
Luckily, last night I baked a pumpkin pie**. And I will eat it. WITH JEEBUS AS MY WITNESS I WILL EAT IT!
** It's a test pie for Thanksgiving 1b. I would hate to mar such a festive occasion with un-awesome pie. Preliminary reports indicate that it will rock.
Here's a conversation that happened between my man and me while I was baking the pie yesterday:
Me: MMmmmmmm. Smells pumpkin-y good.
Him: Wait, you're making pumpkin pie?
Me: ... (looking at him like: Duh, I just told you that)...
Him: Well, I mean, I know you said it was pumpkin, but I expected to see an actual pumkpin, because, you know, that's kind of how you roll...
Me: (Practically weeping, because that usually IS how I roll) I'm going to hell. I used canned pumkin. I'm bad!! BUT! I did make my own shortbread crust!
Him: I'm sure it'll be great.
Me: No, it's all wrong. (and here I writhe around on the floor in agony for 10 minutes or so rending my garments and stinking of inadequacy...)
And, that's that folks. It's Sunday, and I have some chores to do.***
*** = pie to eat.
BUT! Sometimes it's hard to think of things to write that won't bore people to tears (like this here! Super content!). Also, there are only so many hours in a day and I need to use those hours to buy milk, and get medicine for the orphans and build those houses for the poor and Hulu all those back episodes of Lost I haven't seen OMGBenLinus Ihateyou!*
So, I've skipped some days, yeah, but basically I'm doing it.
* I've only done only two out of those four things...
Currently I have two fur-pigs menacing me - something about some empty dishes (Dudes, I fed your asses when you woke me up at 5am. Don't try to pretend that didn't happen because my toe still hurts from hitting it against the chair!).
Also, the fuzzball tumbleweed is making it look like the Old West up in here, and that just ain't right.
Luckily, last night I baked a pumpkin pie**. And I will eat it. WITH JEEBUS AS MY WITNESS I WILL EAT IT!
** It's a test pie for Thanksgiving 1b. I would hate to mar such a festive occasion with un-awesome pie. Preliminary reports indicate that it will rock.
Here's a conversation that happened between my man and me while I was baking the pie yesterday:
Me: MMmmmmmm. Smells pumpkin-y good.
Him: Wait, you're making pumpkin pie?
Me: ... (looking at him like: Duh, I just told you that)...
Him: Well, I mean, I know you said it was pumpkin, but I expected to see an actual pumkpin, because, you know, that's kind of how you roll...
Me: (Practically weeping, because that usually IS how I roll) I'm going to hell. I used canned pumkin. I'm bad!! BUT! I did make my own shortbread crust!
Him: I'm sure it'll be great.
Me: No, it's all wrong. (and here I writhe around on the floor in agony for 10 minutes or so rending my garments and stinking of inadequacy...)
And, that's that folks. It's Sunday, and I have some chores to do.***
*** = pie to eat.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Litmus test
How do you know when you need to cut down on the obsessive reading of mommy-blogs?
When you get a headache at work and you're really nauseated, and your first instinct is to send an anxious email to your bff asking if you should immediately get a pregnancy test.
People, if you're on the pill, the answer is: no.
Just.... NO.
When you get a headache at work and you're really nauseated, and your first instinct is to send an anxious email to your bff asking if you should immediately get a pregnancy test.
People, if you're on the pill, the answer is: no.
Just.... NO.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
LAYERS
On the surface:
I am happy. Today is a swell day. I'm at a good job wearing nice clothes. This morning I showered and used fancy soap. I had toast with expensive local organic honey and kissed my giant pets and left my apartment where I live by myself in a desirable neighborhood. Later, will meet up with two wonderful friends for what promises to be another terrific meal in Harvard Square. Then, I'll likely go to my apartment, meet up with my super boyfriend and snuggle.
Just underneath:
Oh my god. If I have to stare at this computer screen for another minute, I think my eyeballs might explode - they're little orbs of concentrated pain right now. Did you know that women with long-term diseases get sued for divorce more than men with long-term disease? What if I never have a baby? What if I do? Will I still have to work at a job? What if I never make more than I do right now? What if we don't live together or get married? What if it takes too long for me to realize? What if I'm sick RIGHT NOW? What if my company runs out of money and I'm in the EXACT same place I was last year? I fear I'll end up alone. And desperate. And needy. And poor. With NO PLAN. What if I lose my independence? What if I gain too much weight? What if I can't control myself? What if someone asks me a question and I don't know the answer? What if I get lost? What if they find out I'm a fraud? What if I blow it but I don't know what I've done wrong? Why isn't anything a certainty???
I am happy. Today is a swell day. I'm at a good job wearing nice clothes. This morning I showered and used fancy soap. I had toast with expensive local organic honey and kissed my giant pets and left my apartment where I live by myself in a desirable neighborhood. Later, will meet up with two wonderful friends for what promises to be another terrific meal in Harvard Square. Then, I'll likely go to my apartment, meet up with my super boyfriend and snuggle.
Just underneath:
Oh my god. If I have to stare at this computer screen for another minute, I think my eyeballs might explode - they're little orbs of concentrated pain right now. Did you know that women with long-term diseases get sued for divorce more than men with long-term disease? What if I never have a baby? What if I do? Will I still have to work at a job? What if I never make more than I do right now? What if we don't live together or get married? What if it takes too long for me to realize? What if I'm sick RIGHT NOW? What if my company runs out of money and I'm in the EXACT same place I was last year? I fear I'll end up alone. And desperate. And needy. And poor. With NO PLAN. What if I lose my independence? What if I gain too much weight? What if I can't control myself? What if someone asks me a question and I don't know the answer? What if I get lost? What if they find out I'm a fraud? What if I blow it but I don't know what I've done wrong? Why isn't anything a certainty???
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Thanksgiving 1B
I wish I could write a great song about Thanksgiving. Or that I had a terrific pet that I had named Thanksgiving. Or something. Like that.
This year, rather than watching LOTR and making dinner on Thursday for the peeps in my area who aren't going home for dinner, I'm going to my boyfriend's parents' house for dinner. This is nice because, well, let's just say we've come a long way and it's not worth re-hashing AGAIN. This is sad, though, because I love to make the dinner and host the dinner and eat the dinner that I make. I flip the turkey! And I make the same gravy my mom makes! And my stuffing is EXTRA moist! So, in addition to having Thanksgiving with my boyfriend's family on the day, I'm having Thanksgiving 1B on Friday, where I make the stuff.
I feel MUCH better about the world now that I know I won't be missing out on my own turkey/gravy/stuffing.
Ahhhhhh. Relief. And hobbits.
This year, rather than watching LOTR and making dinner on Thursday for the peeps in my area who aren't going home for dinner, I'm going to my boyfriend's parents' house for dinner. This is nice because, well, let's just say we've come a long way and it's not worth re-hashing AGAIN. This is sad, though, because I love to make the dinner and host the dinner and eat the dinner that I make. I flip the turkey! And I make the same gravy my mom makes! And my stuffing is EXTRA moist! So, in addition to having Thanksgiving with my boyfriend's family on the day, I'm having Thanksgiving 1B on Friday, where I make the stuff.
I feel MUCH better about the world now that I know I won't be missing out on my own turkey/gravy/stuffing.
Ahhhhhh. Relief. And hobbits.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Meaty meat meat
I love meat. It makes me happy to eat :) (that rhymed, in case you had not noticed)
Also, it makes me sad. I like animals, so I DON'T like to think of them as having shitty-ass miserable lives. Yes, I realize that their cognitive abilities are COMPLETELY different from ours, and that a chicken does NOT need to self-actualize, but .5ft of space is not enough for a life, even for a stupid-ass chicken.
I have, on occasion, though of becoming a vegetarian. After I think that, I laugh and laugh until there is no more laughter in me. Because of the simple fact that if I had to give up bacon, I would cry so hard! And it would not be worth living!
So, instead, I have made a conscious effort to eat LESS meat, which I've done. But that's not enough. So, my new attempt at change will be to buy all* of my meat from places that care about where their stuff comes from, like Whole Foods**. This will help in two ways:
1. I will eat less-cruel meat, which is healthier and hormone-free and less guilty-making.
2. It's really expensive, so I will buy less meat.
I think that's a good next step.
*Maybe not ALL my meat. Emergency meat*** purchases may be exempt.
**If you know something I don't, like that Whole Foods actually stabs all of the animals in the eyes and privates repeatedly before butchering, please let me know. I'd hate to let ignorance get in the way of good deeds.
***I'm not sure what constitutes "emergency meat", but I'm sure it will come up...
Also, it makes me sad. I like animals, so I DON'T like to think of them as having shitty-ass miserable lives. Yes, I realize that their cognitive abilities are COMPLETELY different from ours, and that a chicken does NOT need to self-actualize, but .5ft of space is not enough for a life, even for a stupid-ass chicken.
I have, on occasion, though of becoming a vegetarian. After I think that, I laugh and laugh until there is no more laughter in me. Because of the simple fact that if I had to give up bacon, I would cry so hard! And it would not be worth living!
So, instead, I have made a conscious effort to eat LESS meat, which I've done. But that's not enough. So, my new attempt at change will be to buy all* of my meat from places that care about where their stuff comes from, like Whole Foods**. This will help in two ways:
1. I will eat less-cruel meat, which is healthier and hormone-free and less guilty-making.
2. It's really expensive, so I will buy less meat.
I think that's a good next step.
*Maybe not ALL my meat. Emergency meat*** purchases may be exempt.
**If you know something I don't, like that Whole Foods actually stabs all of the animals in the eyes and privates repeatedly before butchering, please let me know. I'd hate to let ignorance get in the way of good deeds.
***I'm not sure what constitutes "emergency meat", but I'm sure it will come up...
Breaking news:
Today is a good hair day. More fascinating stories later.
EDITED TO ADD:
OK, fine. Here.
(It looks better in real life. Swear.)
EDITED TO ADD:
OK, fine. Here.
(It looks better in real life. Swear.)
Monday, November 9, 2009
Monday, Monday
My throat is sore. I think you know what that means: alien virus. I’m a little over everyone claiming to have the swine flu. REALLY? Isn’t it possible that you just have a COLD? Like every other cold ever that has not been the swine flu?
Moving on.
Last night I had a delightful dinner with Ouiser’s husband, an old college friend. I met him at his hotel and we walked off into the delightful Boston night in search of an appropriate restaurant. On the walk, Mr. Ouiser confided in me that his lovely wife would be very displeased with me if I didn’t chose a great restaurant because I am always sort of bragging about the food in Boston. I think I did ok. We went to Sel de Terre near the Boston Aquarium, and the Mr. had steak and rosemary pommes frites while I had roasted duck breast with parsnip croquettes and pumpkin purée. YUM! Then for dessert we had molten chocolate lava cake (him) and pumpkin cheesecake with a pumpkin seed crust (me).
After dinner I went back to Davis Square to the Burren for a surprise birthday party. I saw lots of familiar (missed!) faces and had a beer. My man had met me there and we left at 11:30 to go back to my place where the sleep happens. And OH BOY did it happen.
Today I’m tired and sore-throated and I’d love a nap. But instead I will go to yoga and then maybe get some groceries.
YES! Envy my glamorous life!!
Moving on.
Last night I had a delightful dinner with Ouiser’s husband, an old college friend. I met him at his hotel and we walked off into the delightful Boston night in search of an appropriate restaurant. On the walk, Mr. Ouiser confided in me that his lovely wife would be very displeased with me if I didn’t chose a great restaurant because I am always sort of bragging about the food in Boston. I think I did ok. We went to Sel de Terre near the Boston Aquarium, and the Mr. had steak and rosemary pommes frites while I had roasted duck breast with parsnip croquettes and pumpkin purée. YUM! Then for dessert we had molten chocolate lava cake (him) and pumpkin cheesecake with a pumpkin seed crust (me).
After dinner I went back to Davis Square to the Burren for a surprise birthday party. I saw lots of familiar (missed!) faces and had a beer. My man had met me there and we left at 11:30 to go back to my place where the sleep happens. And OH BOY did it happen.
Today I’m tired and sore-throated and I’d love a nap. But instead I will go to yoga and then maybe get some groceries.
YES! Envy my glamorous life!!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Untitled. So there.
I skipped another day. Stupid Blog-every-day-November! Well, I was busy. I got up early yesterday to have breakfast with the man before he went surfing (crazy, freezing cold surfing) and then I modeled, went to yoga, picked up some food and drove out to Essex to J's house. We were having a little Farewell Dinner for our friend, I, who is moving to Colorado on Monday. Tomorrow. Gah, that's soon! Anyway, when I got home the man came over and we went to sleep! Because we are exciting!
This morning I made us breakfast and he went to NH to help his parents with some insulation issues. I ran some errands and when I checked my email earlier I got great news! Ouiser's husband, an old friend from college will be in town and we'll have some dinner. YAY! Old friends and surprise visits! I'll head over to his hotel on the T once he lands. After that I'm off to a surprise birthday party for our friend J, who turns thirty. It's at the Burren, and hopefully the man will meet me there, we'll have a beer or two, wish J a very happy birthday and stumble-walk home for cuddling and sleep (see previous note about us being SOOOOO exciting...).
I'm excited because this Tuesday, UP comes out on dvd. I saw it on the plane on the way to Vegas and I laughed quite hard. It was so clever and touching. I'm excited to see it again - perhaps in some sort of girl-night movie watching and tea-drinking extravaganza...
I have a dilemma. For Thanksgiving, the only regulars who'll be around are my friend A and me. My boyfriend mentioned that we could join him and his family, which I'm inclined to accept, but it also makes me a little sad because of the traditions I've tried to cultivate. Either way...
This morning I made us breakfast and he went to NH to help his parents with some insulation issues. I ran some errands and when I checked my email earlier I got great news! Ouiser's husband, an old friend from college will be in town and we'll have some dinner. YAY! Old friends and surprise visits! I'll head over to his hotel on the T once he lands. After that I'm off to a surprise birthday party for our friend J, who turns thirty. It's at the Burren, and hopefully the man will meet me there, we'll have a beer or two, wish J a very happy birthday and stumble-walk home for cuddling and sleep (see previous note about us being SOOOOO exciting...).
I'm excited because this Tuesday, UP comes out on dvd. I saw it on the plane on the way to Vegas and I laughed quite hard. It was so clever and touching. I'm excited to see it again - perhaps in some sort of girl-night movie watching and tea-drinking extravaganza...
I have a dilemma. For Thanksgiving, the only regulars who'll be around are my friend A and me. My boyfriend mentioned that we could join him and his family, which I'm inclined to accept, but it also makes me a little sad because of the traditions I've tried to cultivate. Either way...
Friday, November 6, 2009
EveryDayBlogging, day 5
And thus begins my 4 months of relative hermit-try. Seriously, “it is cold and I am tired” might as well be set to music and then played every time I enter a room from now until when the next Daylight Saving* Time starts. CURSE YOU, dark November!
Some random facts about me:
- I am sad even when someone is mean to me just as a joke.
- The smell of bathroom air-freshener makes me want to gag just as much as… other bathroom smells.
- I’m pretty sure that my feet are the same size. Boobs, too. Probably most people think this about themselves.
- I have recently developed hella-sensitive teeth.
- I can watch the same movies over and over and over. And over.
- I love dressing up for Halloween – until it becomes compulsory, then I HATE it.
- I am not as good at follow-through as I would like (but I still like to think that I’m better than average).
- I like my hair color; I have natural highlights.
- I find green bell peppers inferior to the other colors, but still buy them more frequently because they’re cheaper.
- *It’s Daylight Saving Time, not Daylight Savings Time.
- When I drink, my words start to slur almost immediately. It’s inconvenient at work functions…
- I blow my nose multiple times EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR. I’m in the process of employing more handkerchiefs.
So, yeah. I like the blogging-everyday-thing, but I sense some challenges ahead coming up with good content. I’ll try to do some exciting things. I think the plan for tonight was to go bowling with the man, but the bowling alley right near our apartments is either: a) a mob-front or b) only open for league players. And the alley in Davis Square is just candle-pin bowling and that’s no damn good. In light of these facts, bowling may be a no-go and we could be marooned on the couch again, destined to fall asleep midway though a movie. Life is sweet.
Some random facts about me:
- I am sad even when someone is mean to me just as a joke.
- The smell of bathroom air-freshener makes me want to gag just as much as… other bathroom smells.
- I’m pretty sure that my feet are the same size. Boobs, too. Probably most people think this about themselves.
- I have recently developed hella-sensitive teeth.
- I can watch the same movies over and over and over. And over.
- I love dressing up for Halloween – until it becomes compulsory, then I HATE it.
- I am not as good at follow-through as I would like (but I still like to think that I’m better than average).
- I like my hair color; I have natural highlights.
- I find green bell peppers inferior to the other colors, but still buy them more frequently because they’re cheaper.
- *It’s Daylight Saving Time, not Daylight Savings Time.
- When I drink, my words start to slur almost immediately. It’s inconvenient at work functions…
- I blow my nose multiple times EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR. I’m in the process of employing more handkerchiefs.
So, yeah. I like the blogging-everyday-thing, but I sense some challenges ahead coming up with good content. I’ll try to do some exciting things. I think the plan for tonight was to go bowling with the man, but the bowling alley right near our apartments is either: a) a mob-front or b) only open for league players. And the alley in Davis Square is just candle-pin bowling and that’s no damn good. In light of these facts, bowling may be a no-go and we could be marooned on the couch again, destined to fall asleep midway though a movie. Life is sweet.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
picture page
This is me. Not wanting to work. Not thinking about work. Not really thinking about much at all...
I like unicorns. And swimming. And cupcakes... Hmmmmmm....
I like unicorns. And swimming. And cupcakes... Hmmmmmm....
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
feeling less post-y today
For various reasons. It's hard to reach out to your far away friends in need when your arms are about 2000 miles too short. I'm thinking about you, A. YOU YOU YOU.
There's really nothing momentus to report. Some people at work are making me mad. This is because I tend to act like NOTHING is personal at work (because it doesn't have to be BECAUSE IT'S WORK), and some people can't work honestly. That's all I'll say about that.
My man is still looking for a job while doing consulting. Now, I don't understand how he doesn't have people offering him jobs from every direction because he is really that good. And I assure you I am completely unbiased. Shut up, I am.
I went with him to a reception for my high school last night at the Downtown Harvard Club of Boston. It was good. But weird. When I saw that there was a girl there who was a toddling faculty brat when I went there (she was nice, but we called them ALL that) but now is in her first year of Boston University I headed straight back to the bar for some... perspective. Then I shook hands with the headmaster and he said some very nice things about me and there we were. I was happy to come, and happy to leave. I did have a few nostalgic and proud moments when he talked about shifting to more of a focus on performing arts (yes!) and community service, though. Maybe I can find a little scratch for them, after all...
There's really nothing momentus to report. Some people at work are making me mad. This is because I tend to act like NOTHING is personal at work (because it doesn't have to be BECAUSE IT'S WORK), and some people can't work honestly. That's all I'll say about that.
My man is still looking for a job while doing consulting. Now, I don't understand how he doesn't have people offering him jobs from every direction because he is really that good. And I assure you I am completely unbiased. Shut up, I am.
I went with him to a reception for my high school last night at the Downtown Harvard Club of Boston. It was good. But weird. When I saw that there was a girl there who was a toddling faculty brat when I went there (she was nice, but we called them ALL that) but now is in her first year of Boston University I headed straight back to the bar for some... perspective. Then I shook hands with the headmaster and he said some very nice things about me and there we were. I was happy to come, and happy to leave. I did have a few nostalgic and proud moments when he talked about shifting to more of a focus on performing arts (yes!) and community service, though. Maybe I can find a little scratch for them, after all...
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
do be do be doooooo
I've noticed that I sing a lot. Not actual songs, mind you, but snippets of songs. Or sometimes I just sing about what I'm doing at the time:
Feeding the kitties... at 5 am...
Maybe next time... I'll just kick them*...
*(Forgive the primitive song writing, but it was 5 am...it rhymed, anyway.)
I didn't get much sleep last night. It was, as you may have already guessed, cat-related. Well, only for a while. Then it was man-related. He's taken to defending me by squirting Conan whenever he does anything bad/loud. Last night was particularly active, so for a while, my man was inverted in the bed so that he could better spray around the corner of my bed nook and right a the cat's head. After a while, the cat calmed down, and I got my right-side-up man back.
Back to the point, though! When I'm awake, I think of "THINGS" and also "things". Last night was a "things" night. Just silly little things, like the following:
There are some things I don't understand, but can accept -
-People who want to ride motorcycles
-How airplanes work
-Full-body tattooing
There are some things I don't understand, but cannot accept -
-People who don't like animals
-Diets that claim that you can lose weight by eating all the cookies you want
-Those leggings that are dyed to look like acid-washed jeans
You know, in case you ever wondered.
Tonight after work I'm meeting my man at the T and we'll head into the Downtown Harvard Club of Boston (where you can't wear jeans! Or sneakers! Fancy!) for a reception being held for alums, parents, and friends of my high school. I'm not really sure what it's all about, but when I got the invitation, I got all nostalgic. I usually get a little tense in those situations, but then I remembered the following:
-I live in Boston, which is a cool place to live
-I have a handsome, lovable man
-I have a good job with "manager" in the title
-I just wrapped up a performance in The Somerville (fucking) Theater
-I've aged well compared to some (as facebook pics would have me believe)
So there's NO reason for me to fear. And that's that.
That was a disjointed post, but I've just got that kind of mind...
Feeding the kitties... at 5 am...
Maybe next time... I'll just kick them*...
*(Forgive the primitive song writing, but it was 5 am...it rhymed, anyway.)
I didn't get much sleep last night. It was, as you may have already guessed, cat-related. Well, only for a while. Then it was man-related. He's taken to defending me by squirting Conan whenever he does anything bad/loud. Last night was particularly active, so for a while, my man was inverted in the bed so that he could better spray around the corner of my bed nook and right a the cat's head. After a while, the cat calmed down, and I got my right-side-up man back.
Back to the point, though! When I'm awake, I think of "THINGS" and also "things". Last night was a "things" night. Just silly little things, like the following:
There are some things I don't understand, but can accept -
-People who want to ride motorcycles
-How airplanes work
-Full-body tattooing
There are some things I don't understand, but cannot accept -
-People who don't like animals
-Diets that claim that you can lose weight by eating all the cookies you want
-Those leggings that are dyed to look like acid-washed jeans
You know, in case you ever wondered.
Tonight after work I'm meeting my man at the T and we'll head into the Downtown Harvard Club of Boston (where you can't wear jeans! Or sneakers! Fancy!) for a reception being held for alums, parents, and friends of my high school. I'm not really sure what it's all about, but when I got the invitation, I got all nostalgic. I usually get a little tense in those situations, but then I remembered the following:
-I live in Boston, which is a cool place to live
-I have a handsome, lovable man
-I have a good job with "manager" in the title
-I just wrapped up a performance in The Somerville (fucking) Theater
-I've aged well compared to some (as facebook pics would have me believe)
So there's NO reason for me to fear. And that's that.
That was a disjointed post, but I've just got that kind of mind...
Monday, November 2, 2009
I am an asshole!
So, I wanted to actually be a part of National Blog Writing Month, where you write an entry for every day in the month of November. It's November 2nd. Do you know what I did on November 1st? REST. I was SOOOO busy resting, that I FAILED on the first day. But, let me try to start now and see how I do. Ugh.
This weekend I did THE SHOW! It was terrific (if a bit long). Over the course of the run we had 1066 people. OMFG that is a lot. We need 800 to break even, and this was more, so that's good. On Saturday we did 2 shows and then struck the set and then partied until 4am and that is why I rested on Sunday. Well, rested, and did a few loads of laundry, and cleaned the bathroom, and watched 5 episodes of Lost, and made pork, mushroom and shallot stuffed acorn squash for dinner, OK maybe I was a little busy...
Yeah, I'm a little let down because the show is over, but I met several new and wonderful people, and expanded my acting abilities, and performed in The (fucking) Somerville (fucking) Theater, so there. We even had our cast party in The Museum of Bad Art (the basement of the theater) and I got some free movie passes. Awesome.
Last night the man came over for cuddling and dinner and Die Hard, and I've never been so happy to just do nothing. Now if I get another 20 hours or so of sleep I should be back to normal :)
This weekend I did THE SHOW! It was terrific (if a bit long). Over the course of the run we had 1066 people. OMFG that is a lot. We need 800 to break even, and this was more, so that's good. On Saturday we did 2 shows and then struck the set and then partied until 4am and that is why I rested on Sunday. Well, rested, and did a few loads of laundry, and cleaned the bathroom, and watched 5 episodes of Lost, and made pork, mushroom and shallot stuffed acorn squash for dinner, OK maybe I was a little busy...
Yeah, I'm a little let down because the show is over, but I met several new and wonderful people, and expanded my acting abilities, and performed in The (fucking) Somerville (fucking) Theater, so there. We even had our cast party in The Museum of Bad Art (the basement of the theater) and I got some free movie passes. Awesome.
Last night the man came over for cuddling and dinner and Die Hard, and I've never been so happy to just do nothing. Now if I get another 20 hours or so of sleep I should be back to normal :)
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