So I'm laying in bed this morning....and I don't want to get up. Not even the tuna-morning-breath-funk that is Jeter breathing in my face got me motivated (Usually it motivates me to pick up his fuzzy ass and toss him out the door to allow myself "just 15 minutes" more of sleep. Har har.). Yogi bouncing up and down on my head and pulling my hair, however, seemed to do the trick.
But I really didn't want to move, actually. "Why bother?" I think to myself..."it's just the same old crap, day after day, week after week, year after year...". There was also: "And if I could just teleport these cats out of here...and WHY didn't I ever invest in one of those autofeeder thingies? My life would be so much easier in the mornings..."
Needless to say--I need a change of something, and I just don't know what yet. And no. I do not think the autofeeder thing will actually make my life easier...but it's a nice thought, eh?
(Obviously, I also got up and went to work. Not because I wanted to, but, well, someone has to pay my bills.)
I blinked and it was January..now it's almost freaking March. Is there anyway to slow down the clock? Seriously people..I'm not ready to for 2010 to be a quarter of the way over already!
Soooo, to pull myself out of my doldrums, I pre-ordered Chelsea Handler's new book on Amazon. (Yes-I work for a bookstore. No, not even my discount is THAT good.), but it won't be here until the week of March 15th. This, at least, gives me something to be happy about. It never fails--I forget I ordered something, and then it arrives and makes me as happy as a school girl.
Clearly I also forget I was also the one who paid for my own present, or I wouldn't be so damn excited. DUR.
I have to get up at the butt crack of dawn tomorrow----Yea for Inventory! (Actually--Yea for not having to be at work all day and maybe, just maybe, not being totally abused by the doctor's office. Boo, however, for having to have more blood work done because my first draw was sketch...and just to make sure I'm not dying of some weird freaky deeky disease, I get to go back and get stuck again.) And then I get to have a dose of culture. The Cherry Orchard is being put on at Butler--so a few of us are going...but first we get dinner at the Aristocrat..yum. Strongbow on tap!
Also something to be happy about? Yours truly is NOT working the day after March 17th.
Let that sink in, will ya. If you were me, wouldn't you be happy about this?
Yes. Yes you would be.
And a word of warning:
While not exactly a connoisseur of anything, really, I do know my way around Yogurt. Fruit on the bottom (my favorite), mixed up with bits in it, soy yogurt (NOT my favorite), fro-yo, and yummy, yummy extra think fat free Greek Yogurt (Trader Joe's is the best for smoothies--hands down! ). Now. Dannon and Yoplait, the giants of the American Yogurt Market have entered into the Greek Yogurt niche. My take? Dannon--with the fruit on the bottom (real fruit--and not too sweet) was pretty good. Yoplait? WTF Yopliat? WTF? Your "greek" yogurt may be one of the foulest things I have ever put in my mouth--and I've dated a lot of douchey guys...so that's saying something. Really. It was wallpaper paste with a pink tint that made me think of that stuff they put in your mouth for dental molds. Seriously people: Stay away from this crap! Unless you want to feed it to someone you don't like..and then, by all means--buy away....
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Birthday Shennanigans...and other nonsense
Ah.
Turning thirty. If you had asked me five years ago that it would be fun--I would have probably called you a dirty liar...but it was! Thanks again to all of you who put in the hard work to pull it off-more on that later.
So what better way to celebrate turning 30 than by going to the doctor for an annual exam. (Not a lady? then you don't know what this fully entails. Consider yourself lucky that all you have to do is turn your head and cough..you big babies.) And what better way to start off the day by waking up LATE. Super duper late. And I had to take a shower (can't go to the doctor for THAT and not take a shower..gross), and in my haste, I forgot something very important. And I didn't realize it until it was too late.
Underpants.
Yes. I forgot to wear underwear. I take my little cup to the bathroom, drop trou, and shriek..apparently loud enough for the nurse to come to the door and ask if there was something wrong.
No--just the fact that I'm an idiot. Again. You think I would be used to it by now. Sadly, that's not the case.
So I go in, have my exam (Yikes! let's throw something new into the equation, shall we? It was uncomfortable. Like the back seat of a Volkswagen...), get my blood work drawn (oh--did I mention like the 12+ hours of fasting that have gone on at this point? I think this may, in fact, be the reason I spent most of my Saturday on the couch with the energy level of a human slug--and I still need to get VRQ's one year b-day gift to him...Colleene and I will have to set up a "play date" of our own!), do some shopping, get scripts filled (Of course I had to go back and pick up one at a later date...insurance said that I "didn't need" it this soon. Jerks.), and had every intention of getting my driver's license (woo-hoo! hold on kids! what a wild ride!), but a migraine snuck up on me and I was outta commission until almost 2 pm..when I had to go be made pretty :)
The fact that it took three hours--well, I will try not to read too much into that right now. Especially with the giant zit that popped up on Saturday that makes me look like a mutant. Sooooo sexxxyyy....mmmmhmmmm. Now it would probably take all damn day to make me presentable. (So much for that magic clear skin wand....and really-that would have been an awesome gift. Are you listening universe?)
So Friday night, I think we are all going to dinner out and about..but we have to pick Beth up at her sister's house (big thanks to Erin and Jeff for letting us invade!). Amy and Brittany pick me up, we go up the walk, and I see a living room full of people!
Stupid me--still not catching on--"Everyone is here! I guess we are leaving for dinner from here?" I think if Amy hadn't been carrying a big ass box of wine (not a box with a spicket...but a box full of 12 BOTTLES of wine), she might of bopped me on the head. Silly girl. Apparently, I had been tricked all along. Crafty people....I had no idea.
Needless to say, it was a good time--getting to see some people I hadn't seen in a while, catching up, nibbling on good food (um Heather--that stuff you made was AWESOME), having a few drinks..and then we went out for some more fun.
Saturday was dinner with the family--Sunday was dinner with Beth--and Monday was (sadly) back to work as usual.
And now TODAY I get to do battle with the BMV....I think I have everything I need to prove that I'm not some other short woman impersonating me, living at my house, and going to my job every day.
Wait. Do you think I could find someone to do that?
Turning thirty. If you had asked me five years ago that it would be fun--I would have probably called you a dirty liar...but it was! Thanks again to all of you who put in the hard work to pull it off-more on that later.
So what better way to celebrate turning 30 than by going to the doctor for an annual exam. (Not a lady? then you don't know what this fully entails. Consider yourself lucky that all you have to do is turn your head and cough..you big babies.) And what better way to start off the day by waking up LATE. Super duper late. And I had to take a shower (can't go to the doctor for THAT and not take a shower..gross), and in my haste, I forgot something very important. And I didn't realize it until it was too late.
Underpants.
Yes. I forgot to wear underwear. I take my little cup to the bathroom, drop trou, and shriek..apparently loud enough for the nurse to come to the door and ask if there was something wrong.
No--just the fact that I'm an idiot. Again. You think I would be used to it by now. Sadly, that's not the case.
So I go in, have my exam (Yikes! let's throw something new into the equation, shall we? It was uncomfortable. Like the back seat of a Volkswagen...), get my blood work drawn (oh--did I mention like the 12+ hours of fasting that have gone on at this point? I think this may, in fact, be the reason I spent most of my Saturday on the couch with the energy level of a human slug--and I still need to get VRQ's one year b-day gift to him...Colleene and I will have to set up a "play date" of our own!), do some shopping, get scripts filled (Of course I had to go back and pick up one at a later date...insurance said that I "didn't need" it this soon. Jerks.), and had every intention of getting my driver's license (woo-hoo! hold on kids! what a wild ride!), but a migraine snuck up on me and I was outta commission until almost 2 pm..when I had to go be made pretty :)
The fact that it took three hours--well, I will try not to read too much into that right now. Especially with the giant zit that popped up on Saturday that makes me look like a mutant. Sooooo sexxxyyy....mmmmhmmmm. Now it would probably take all damn day to make me presentable. (So much for that magic clear skin wand....and really-that would have been an awesome gift. Are you listening universe?)
So Friday night, I think we are all going to dinner out and about..but we have to pick Beth up at her sister's house (big thanks to Erin and Jeff for letting us invade!). Amy and Brittany pick me up, we go up the walk, and I see a living room full of people!
Stupid me--still not catching on--"Everyone is here! I guess we are leaving for dinner from here?" I think if Amy hadn't been carrying a big ass box of wine (not a box with a spicket...but a box full of 12 BOTTLES of wine), she might of bopped me on the head. Silly girl. Apparently, I had been tricked all along. Crafty people....I had no idea.
Needless to say, it was a good time--getting to see some people I hadn't seen in a while, catching up, nibbling on good food (um Heather--that stuff you made was AWESOME), having a few drinks..and then we went out for some more fun.
Saturday was dinner with the family--Sunday was dinner with Beth--and Monday was (sadly) back to work as usual.
And now TODAY I get to do battle with the BMV....I think I have everything I need to prove that I'm not some other short woman impersonating me, living at my house, and going to my job every day.
Wait. Do you think I could find someone to do that?
Monday, February 1, 2010
Bring it on children....Bring. It. On.
So it's back to school week.
Hooray.
Which means work will be kicking my arse this week. Oh well--that's life. My laptop is still dead, but the rents came through. Since Mom is on hiatus from school this semester because of her big time promotion at the hospital, I get to use a computer that doesn't weigh 13 lbs (yes, my HP weighs 13 giant pounds!). I'm thinking that perhaps it is time to get a new computer. I've had the old one since..hmm...um. Well, 2003? Yea. Methinks it's time.
So now I'm taking a break from working on a big project (because I've hit a brick wall and if I look at the screen for any longer, I swear to god my retinas are going to pop off my eyes). Maybe it's time for a cocktail. Yes. I think it is. Maybe that will make things go better? Probably not, but oh well.
And to cap things off, why oh why did I agree to work this Saturday? Money is always nice, but I have a feeling I may be a tired girl. At least I don't have to be in until 11:30. Thank god for small favors.
But I did get one thing marked off my "to do" list this week. Two, actually. I got my six care package things for Haiti made and started my b-day shopping for Colleene's little boy. I was at the bookstore at Butler tonight, and something super cute caught my eye. Got to indoctrinate that child early..so he knows what's what : )
Too bad shopping for me isn't so easy. I looked for like three hours on Friday and found NADA. Just perfume and some Boing concealer (LOVE IT!) from Sephora. Everything I tried on looked fantastic...from the waist down. I finally got so fed up at Macy's I asked the sales woman for some advice.
And you know what I got?
I was told that maybe I needed to look into something "You know--spandexy".
I'm sorry, what? Like something that Marey Carey would wear? Is that you were implying? Awesome. That's the freaking best you've got? When you are paid on commission even? I cannot be the only woman in the world with bigger than normal breasts who wants to buy a damn dress! So the search goes on.
Hopefully not in vain.
Damnit.
Hooray.
Which means work will be kicking my arse this week. Oh well--that's life. My laptop is still dead, but the rents came through. Since Mom is on hiatus from school this semester because of her big time promotion at the hospital, I get to use a computer that doesn't weigh 13 lbs (yes, my HP weighs 13 giant pounds!). I'm thinking that perhaps it is time to get a new computer. I've had the old one since..hmm...um. Well, 2003? Yea. Methinks it's time.
So now I'm taking a break from working on a big project (because I've hit a brick wall and if I look at the screen for any longer, I swear to god my retinas are going to pop off my eyes). Maybe it's time for a cocktail. Yes. I think it is. Maybe that will make things go better? Probably not, but oh well.
And to cap things off, why oh why did I agree to work this Saturday? Money is always nice, but I have a feeling I may be a tired girl. At least I don't have to be in until 11:30. Thank god for small favors.
But I did get one thing marked off my "to do" list this week. Two, actually. I got my six care package things for Haiti made and started my b-day shopping for Colleene's little boy. I was at the bookstore at Butler tonight, and something super cute caught my eye. Got to indoctrinate that child early..so he knows what's what : )
Too bad shopping for me isn't so easy. I looked for like three hours on Friday and found NADA. Just perfume and some Boing concealer (LOVE IT!) from Sephora. Everything I tried on looked fantastic...from the waist down. I finally got so fed up at Macy's I asked the sales woman for some advice.
And you know what I got?
I was told that maybe I needed to look into something "You know--spandexy".
I'm sorry, what? Like something that Marey Carey would wear? Is that you were implying? Awesome. That's the freaking best you've got? When you are paid on commission even? I cannot be the only woman in the world with bigger than normal breasts who wants to buy a damn dress! So the search goes on.
Hopefully not in vain.
Damnit.
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