Thursday, October 30, 2014

and the card attached would say thank you for bein' a friennnnnnnnnnd...

Three observations from my day

1. My temporary desk at work is upstairs with the uber-techie types. You know the types I mean. The ones who still wear their phones on a belt clip? Yeah, those guys. Since the nerds and I are sequestered from most of the office, there are very few women who use the ladies' restroom until around 4:00 PM when more of the call center workers show up. One of the nice things about being one of the few who uses this bathroom, is that most days when I enter a stall, the toilet seat is still up from when it was cleaned the night before. It makes me think of John Cage from Ally McBeal when he'd say "I like a fresh bowl." Today, I realized that since this fresh bowlness brings me a modicum of workplace joy, I really should pass that workplace joy along to others. So when I was done, I put the toilet seat back up so whoever used it next would think that she, too, had a fresh bowl. It's the little things, people.

2. In other tales from the ladies' room, this book was sitting on the bathroom counter this morning. Quite the cover art, right? I was really disappointed, though, because at first I thought it said "The Dessert King." But no, this dude's just the king of a boring old desert. Who needs that? That sounds hot and itchy and would probably cause one to get sand in places that should never have sand in them. The Dessert King would be so much better. I mean, no self-respecting Dessert King would even think of making a move on you without first giving you a sweet treat to nosh on. I'm down with that. Plus you could have some funny banter about cannoli and the hiding of said cannoli. Yeah! Team Dessert King!

3. As you may have guessed from the blog title, I'm watching the Golden Girls. They've become my 11:00 PM staple ever since Nick At Nite decided they were too cool to keep showing Friends at 11:00 PM. Personally, I feel a little insulted by that move. I feel like Nickelodeon was saying "Okay, Gen X-ers, you're old! No more Friends re-runs for you! GO TO BED, YOU'RE OLD!" So yeah, Golden Girls it is, which is fine with me because I love the Girls, and I'm convinced that one of my other favorites, Sex & the City, would never have come to be had it not been for Blanche, Dorothy, Rose, & Sophia. So anyway, when the opening credits came on, it made me think of back in college I had a friend who had many beverages one night and told a few of us that we were her Bea Arthurs. I asked what that meant, and she said "oh you know, Bea Arthur was on that show that was all 'thank you for bein' my friend...'" so from then on, "Bea Arthur" became a staple of our own lexicon, similar to the way "BFF" or "bestie" is used now. I think I may need to bring that one back.


That is three. Good night, duckies.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

almost wordless wednesday

This is the doggie that was my office-mate for the day. I was skeptical about the whole "dogs in the workplace" thing but it was really nice having him there. I had no idea Corgis are so nice. He was pretty much the sweetest dog ever.

In other wordlessness, I went back to the painting place tonight for this. I thought it would be a good autumn look for mi casa. 
I make art!

Good night.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

now i lay me down to sleep...

So tired tonight. It's a good tired, but tired nonetheless.

My, uh, meetings went very well, and I'm told that I should hear something tomorrow. So keep saying those prayers and swinging those chickens.

After that I went to Zumba, then went to Casa de LesleyParents for dinnuh. LesleyMom had made roast pork for herself and the LesleyDad, but she knew that I've been having trouble eating roast pork lately, so she made me some lamb chops. Awww, how cute is that? She also told me that today is the feast of Saints Simon & Jude, since she had forgotten to text me this information earlier today as she normally does.

After all that I came home, fed the felines, had a hot bath, watched the Golden Girls while drinking tea (don't judge), and now I'm blogging.

All in all a good day. I'm not looking forward to going back to Current Job tomorrow, but the fact that I may have good news very soon is helping with my sense of dread.

Pleasant dreams, loves.

Monday, October 27, 2014

i don't feel like dancin', no sir, no dancin' today...

Yup, this song. I played it many times on my headphones today in an attempt to improve my mood and not punch anyone in the throat. It worked. I also listened to another track on that same album, "I can't decide" but I figured it would be best not to listen to that one when I feel like punching people in the throat.

I swore that today I'd have a positive attitude and not complain about Project From Hell and Vendor From Hell. That lasted until around 9:45, I'm sad to say. And then quickly after that I had to relocate my desk (I'm sitting in a temporary location in order to facilitate acceptance testing on the Project From Hell) because one of my coworkers walked up behind me unexpectedly and yelled my name and I jumped a mile because I was so startled and when I jumped out of my chair I saw that he was blocking the exit from the cubicle, and that made me even more panicky. Two others took this as their cue to try to scare me for the rest of the morning. Seriously. I was sitting at the temporary cube, working on my laptop, like any other day, like I've done for about a month now, and today I had to deal with this. It really was not funny, and I'm already stressed out enough as it is at this job. I was almost in tears, and what I wanted to say was "If you had any idea what I've had to deal with in recent months, you would not try to scare me," but I figured anyone who'd think such a thing was funny really wouldn't care how I felt about it, so I just moved to a super-secret hiding space and told them to find me on IM if they needed me. For the record, I set up shop in the "nap pod" and had a semi-peaceful afternoon, except for one particular meeting that I think was with someone who's secretly a Dementor from the Harry Potter books, because his mere presence sucked my will to live almost instantly.

I feel proud of myself, though, because on the way home, I did what I usually do when I have a crappy day, I bought a lottery ticket. I thought about picking up some booze while I was at the liquor store buying my Mega Millions, but decided against it. Then when I got home, I really wanted to order a pizza but I knew there was a distinct danger that I'd inhale the whole thing, so instead I made the casserole I'd planned to make and ate that. Much better choices, both. And I drank a lot of tea while sitting on the couch with the kitties. I swear, the felines can sense when I'm feeling crappy and need some comfort because they were both sweet little loves tonight.

In other news, as previously mentioned I took the day off tomorrow. THANK YOU, BABY JESUS! So tomorrow I'll be traveling to two different places with exotic and magical names like "Conshohocken" and "King of Prussia." Wish me luck.

Good night, and peace out, girl scouts.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

where there is a flame someone's bound to get burned...

Four

1. I did get to sleep late on Saturday, as I had hoped. I woke up the first time at 7:00, fed the beasts, and then went back to sleep until 9:15. But I stayed in my jim-jams until noon.

2. Saturday evening I went as Nuel's plus-one to a dinner dance for a very important labor union that I'm sure you learned about in history class (since I learned about them in history class, too). It was a very swanky place, with good food and open bar (score!) and a band led by a geriatric James Brown impersonator and his sidekick. They started out with a bunch of songs from the 50s while we were eating, and then went into "Blurred Lines" when it was time to dance. Two septuagenarians singing "Blurred Lines?" That's not something you see every day. I know you want it.

3. Tonight I made some awesome shrimp scampi. Any weekend that ends with a good scampi is a pretty good weekend. As part of the scampi preparation, I finally learned how to properly thaw shrimp. Mad skillz, I has 'em. I made three servings of it, so I know I'll have one to take for lunch tomorrow. The third was going to be tomorrow night's dinner, but it was so good that it might end up being breakfast. Don't judge.

4. How about that Boardwalk Empire finale?!!! If you haven't watched it yet or if you're all "I'm waiting until the whole series is on Amazon Prime" then don't read the rest of this paragraph. I thought the ending was very fitting, however, up until this week I thought the kid was going to turn out to be Teddy and not Tommy. But I liked how everything came full-circle in the end, although I'm still a little weirded out by how much the guy who played Young Nucky looked like him.


Oh, that's four. Time to rest up before I begin a very eventful week. Night night, kittens.

Friday, October 24, 2014

friday never hesitates

I am writing this much later than the timestamp indicates. I wanted this to have a Friday date on it, and I did think up this content on Friday, so hey, that counts, right? Of course! Also, this will be short and sweet, just like me.

I've decided that whatever else happens tomorrow, I AM SLEEPING IN. I haven't had a day to sleep late in a very long time, and tomorrow I'm doing just that. Mind you, these days for me "sleeping late" means 9:00 AM, but what I really need is a morning when I don't have to set an alarm, followed by time to myself to just sit on the couch and drink coffee and relax.

I switched my landline off, and when I go to bed I'll put my iPhone on "Do Not Disturb" mode -- this is a nifty feature of the iPhone, I think. While it's on, I won't get any alerts for texts or Facebook or Words With Friends, and if anyone calls me, it won't ring, UNLESS that person is on my Favorites list -- their calls will ring as usual. So if someone important needs me, they can find me. Everyone else can leave a voicemail.

If anyone interferes with my plan, however, I think I will most likely react just like the sand cave in Aladdin:


 Yup, that'll be me. WHO DISTURBS MY SLUMBER?!!

That's enough for now. Good night, dear ones.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

you don't have to try try try tryyyyy...

Three things. Maybe. Not sure if I've got three in me. Long, long day, kittens.

1. Project From Hell is still sucking my will to live, but today I learned two very important things. One: my coworkers are for the most part pretty cool, and appreciate the work I do. And B: the vendor is now Dead To Me. Let it be known that you never want to end up on my Dead To Me list. It's a short list, but in every case the designation is well-deserved. Today the Powers That Be had a call with the vendor to ask "What the hell, man?" and vendor threw me under the bus. He claimed that he'd been asking me for weeks for important documentation that he needed to finish our project and I hadn't provided it. Yeah, because that's what I do, right? I think he was surprised that they summoned me to the meeting room, and I started pulling up emails and SharePoint documents and rattling off dates and times when everything had been sent, and then added that I do not appreciate the implication that I am not doing my job and that I thought it was highly unprofessional, not to mention rude, to insinuate such a thing. Nobody throws Baby under the bus. Or puts her in the corner. NOBODY!

So yeah, I'm thinking that tomorrow's daily check-in call is going to be totes awkward, but that's not my doing. That meeting is right before lunch, and one of the cool coworkers has promised to take me to the Korean market for lunch afterward as a thank-you and a pick-me-up. He asked if I have any special dietary restrictions, and I said as long as they serve vegetables with meat or fish, it's all good in the hood. And hey, free lunch? Not too shabby for me.

2. I went to Lord & Taylor after work and treated myself to a new interview outfit. I bought a very cute houndstooth print dress with a black jacket to go over it. I asked the very helpful sales ladies if they thought this was a good outfit for a project manager, and one of them said "Girl, I feel managed already!" I suppose that's a good thing.

3. As part of the congestion-abatement process here at Chez Lesleygirl, many things have been tried. Apparently, my humidifier could not handle the workload because it stopped working. So I need a new humidifier. You have any recommendations, let me know. Meanwhile, I still have the mucinex, vapo-rub, and warm compresses, and I'm happy to say that my left ear almost feels normal again. Last night I fell asleep with a warm compress on my left ear, and when I woke up, Luna-cat was sleeping curled up to the warm compress, and she's a warm little thing, so I think the heat she throws off was helping my ear, too. I think with a little marketing savvy, feline heating pads could become the next craze. All they would need is a designation like "Recommended by Dr. Oz!" and then bam! Everyone will want one!


Yup, that's three. Be well, my loves. Good night.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

think about how many times i have fallen...

My workday was much less frustrating today, as the vendor was much more cooperative than they've previously been. Either that or I have stopped caring. Not sure what the over-under is there.

I left at lunchtime to get a haircut. I own a hair dryer -- no, seriously, I do! -- but I never dry my hair and style it because that's a lot of work, and my hair is crazy curly now that it's longer, and there is no telling what I'm going to end up with so I let it do its thing. Anyway, as part of the haircut process, my fun haircut girl KD blew out my hair and downgraded the "curly" to "wavy." When I got back to the office, I got a ton of compliments, but I warned them not to get used to this because they'll never see it again. Then tonight at Zumba, a lot of people in class were downright swooning over how pretty my hair was. One even told me several times that I looked much too sexy to just be at the gym, and that I should be out on the town with my sexy hair. Well, well, well! That was all pretty good for my self-esteem, I must say. I think the next time I have a big event or a hot date, I'll be making an appointment with KD for a blow out. I guess I could learn how to do this at home, but really, that's just crazy talk. I'd never learn that.

I think I've been a little cranky lately because of the amount of uncertainty in my life right now. I'm still job searching because until that offer letter has been, well, offered and then signed by me, I feel I should continue to look. A whole lot of uncertainty comes with not knowing where one will be working in just a few short weeks (Please, God), or *if* one will be working. Often in the workplace I hear people using the tired phrase "It is what it is" to which I always add "And it ain't what it ain't." (Me = really big smartass sometimes) But tonight I'm appreciating the wisdom in the sentiment. Things are uncertain right now, but I can live with the uncertainty and see my way through it, knowing that soon things will make sense and some security will replace the uncertainty, and then who knows, maybe I'll have new things to be uncertain about and I'll handle those, too.

And as always, one thing I'm certain of is that I am The Lesley, and that is all I know how to be.

Peace out, girl scouts.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

nobody told me there'd be days like these, strange days indeed...

Work is still horrendous. I'm not even being a bitchbaby or anything -- my Irish Catholic upbringing certainly taught me how to remain steadfast and not complain -- but it really does suck. I'm sharing an open office / big cubicle with a very nice coworker as we're allegedly working on testing the Project From Hell, and so it makes more sense for me to sit with the testers rather than be hidden away with the rest of the project managers. Today, Very Nice Coworker was giving me an update about yet another thing the vendor royally fucked up and I was composing an email to The Powers That Be explaining said fuck-up, when I stopped typing and said "I have no words. I literally can't even right now." and once again felt like I wanted to cry. Very Nice Coworker stopped what he was doing and asked what was wrong and asked how he could help, and I thought that was so nice that I felt even more like I wanted to cry. So yeah, like I said earlier it is just my luck that now that I'm leaving I actually get to work with the cool and smart (and nice) people.

Other than that, today wasn't all bad.

I found out that an important, um, meeting shall we say is going to happen for me on Tuesday. I thought it was going to be this week, but whatever. I'm flexible. So I decided to give myself the whole day off. (Hey, I am a company of one, and that one employee deserves a day off. She works hard for the money. So hard for it, honey.) When I sent out an Outlook reminder to a few key people, one of the aforementioned cool and smart people replied with "Take us with you!" and she and I then had a hilarious IM chat about where I am going, what else it's near, and somehow we ended up making plans to go out. (Also, we agreed that my alter ego should go back to work after my departure. More on that another time.)

After work I had a most excellent, off the hook Zumba class. It's amazing how much better I feel about everything after dancing, yelling, jumping, and being a sweaty beast.

And, a lot of my coworkers have Fitbits like I do (it was the holiday gift from the company two years ago), and so we've friended each other on the Fitbit site. Today three of us had an activity challenge and as of a few minutes ago, I kicked. their. asses. A lunchtime walk plus a 90 minute Zumba class plus a trip to Wegman's really adds up steps-wise. So hey, if you have a Fitbit too, you should add me as a friend and then we can have challenges, too. Fun, fun.

In totally unrelated news, I would never eat a Toaster Strudel because ewww, plus their commercials creep me the hell out. The Toaster Strudel boy appears to be the evil love child of the Aryan nation and the Children of the Corn. If he showed up in my kitchen early one morning, the next scene in the commercial would be me braining him with my toaster. Not waiting by said toaster for strudel that you have to put icing on yourself. (Seriously? Who wants to do that?) They could make pre-iced Toaster Strudels but I suppose they'd probably have an upcharge for that, like it's extra sour cream at Taco Bell or a hand job or something.


Good night, duckies.

Monday, October 20, 2014

in the space between sleep and sleeplessness...

Blogger just reminded me that I've used that title before. Yeah, I kinda figured that I had, as it's one of my most favoritest songs ever. And I think the video is cute. Because sometimes you need the comfort of a Canadian dude singing a love song with clever lyrics in his bathroom.

I think I have four things I feel like writing about tonight. Two are happy, and two suck. I'll give you the happy first, which I realize means I'll be going out on a suck note tonight. I beg your pardon. I never promised you a rose garden.

1. Sometimes being on a low carb diet way of eating feels like an endurance test in how many different ways one can cook eggs. This morning I opened the fridge and I was thinking about if I wanted poached or scrambled, when I saw that I still had a Chipotle leftover from Saturday night. (I get the burrito bowl with no rice and no beans. I can get two meals out of that easily. When I was newly out of surgery it was three meals!) I decided that Chipotle for breakfast isn't that weird, so I heated it up and ate that while I watched the Good Morning America. I decided that any day that starts with Chipotle can't be all bad, right?

2. Exciting job search things are happening, and I hate to do this to yas, but I just can't blog about them yet. I know, I know, I'm a tease. But trust me, it's good. And my phone has been ringing off the hook with job leads. That's not a bad thing, either.

3. Project From Hell took a turn for the even worse today. I was close to tears several times today, and I have never, EVER cried at work. I'm just really frustrated with the whole process, with the vendor, with the vendor constantly lying to me, and with working so hard and seeing ZERO progress. I've also concluded that it's really difficult to run meetings with a team where everyone thinks they are the smartest person in the room and loves to hear themselves talk. Since I work in an asylum that plays it fast and loose with the serving of alcohol, it should not have surprised me that today at 9:00 AM there were several bottles of booze next to the coffee machine, along with a post-it that said "Enjoy!" Part of me really wanted to pour some Kahlua in my coffee, but the other part of me knew that could be a very bad idea. It's like my frosted side and my whole-wheat side were fighting it out. And the whole-wheat side won, which is really for the best. I don't have much of a filter to begin with, and I'm afraid that drinking in the workplace would destroy any filter that I do have and people would get TOLD.

4. I sort-of alluded to this yesterday, but I've been feeling a little sad the last day or so after being visited by the Ghost of Boyfriends Past. As I wrote in an email earlier tonight, it's one thing to leave a box of stupid pumpkin spice K-cups in my pantry. It's another thing to leave me feeling bad about myself and unattractive. That's a lot harder to get rid of than a box of coffee. And I end up feeling angry and sad and mad at myself, and none of those are any good. I can deal with that, though. What's really getting me down is the feeling unattractive. I dated someone who liked to point out what he saw as my physical imperfections. I'm a certain age, and I've lost over 200 lbs. and while I've logged thousands of hours at the gym, and endured some rather painful reconstructive surgeries, I knew I was never going to look perfect. But what woman my age does? I hate that this bothers me but right now it does. And it sucks even worse than a cup of pumpkin spice anything.


Well now! That was cheerful, right? Meh. Tomorrow is another day and all that. And if you've actually read this far, much love on you.

Oh and could one of you please sign up to take this painting class with me? It'll be fun! We can go to that place with the really good hamburgers on South Street first, and then have a glass of wine and paint the Elf on the Shelf in a wine glass! FUN! Please?

Lesleygirl out.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

ready or not, here comes the drop...

I was going to write something tonight about how sometimes people leave you with more unwanted things than just a box of pumpkin spice K-cups, but meh, I don't have the energy right now. Soon, kittens.

Friday night I went to a very creepy haunted hall in Asbury Park with Nuel. Whoever came up with this must be really twisted because it was the creepiest and scariest haunted attraction I've been to. I had to sleep with my light on after seeing that! After the hauntedness, we took a walk up the boardwalk. I'm quite surprised at how much Asbury Park has been fixed up lately. I want to go back there during the day to walk around. And I'm happy to say that they got rid of the rather scary Tillie to the right there, when that arcade was demolished to make way for some swanky condos. Tillie always scared me when I was a wee girl.

My ear is still bothering me, although it's improved somewhat. But still, UGH.

That's all for now. I need some sleep before I have to face another week at current job. When planning getting ready in the morning, I'm now factoring in about 10 - 15 minutes for me to sit on my bed and cry "I don't wanna go to work..." Yeah, I'm grateful for the work and all, but...

Good night, people.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

so why don't we go somewhere only we know...

Thursday Three

1. As I was driving home from the gym, I swallowed a Halls cough drop, and it was a new one so it was big. Not sure how this happened. And I felt that menth-lyptus fucker slide all the way down my upper intestinal tract. Not pleasant. On a sorta related note, my left ear is still all stopped up. I am not happy about this.

2. It is just my luck that now that I'm leaving this job I get to spend my last few weeks sitting with the other cool and smart people. Well, technically, I'm sitting with them so that we can work on acceptance testing for the Project From Hell, but still, sometimes we get to talking. Yesterday, we had a rather animated discussion about the cinematic triumphs of "My Bodyguard" and "Meatballs," and then whatever happened to Chris Makepeace. Today there was a lot of Seinfeld quoting going on, mostly started by me after I put a healthy dose of hot sauce on my breakfast (in an effort to scare away the congestion) and then yelled "George likes his chicken spicy!" when I discovered just how much of a kick it had.

3. While everyone else in the world is fussing over the pumpkin spice craze, I really think of apple everything as my preferred fall flavor. I really don't get the whole pumpkin spice thing, quite honestly. Pumpkin pie itself ain't anything to write home about. It's a tribute to mediocrity, actually, because the best pumpkin pie you've ever had is really not that different than the worst pumpkin pie you've ever had. And the spice of the pie of mediocrity does not deserve a craze, in this woman's opinion. I had a box of pumpkin spice K-cups in my pantry, left there by a stubby loser I was associated with earlier this year, but I brought them to work and left them in the break room. There shall be no pumpkin spice in this house!

So where was I? Oh yes, apples! I used to love the hot caramel apple cider at Starbucks, but it's got way too much sugar for my fussy insulin levels, so instead I've turned to tea! I'd like to recommend the Caramel Apple Dream from Celestial Seasonings, and also the Spiced Apple Cider Rooibus from the Teavana. The first one is caffeine-free, so it's what I'm drinking right now as I type this. I added a shot of sugar-free Torani caramel to it, and it's like a big, hot cup o' love. The second has some caffeine, so it's a good workday kind of tea, and it makes me feel all fancy when I bust out my tea ball and loose-leaf tea in the office. And here's yet another Lesleygirl pro-tip: if you have a free drink reward at Starbucks, you can go to Teavana and they will give you an ounce of tea as your reward drink, since Starbucks is their parent company now. The More You Know...


Oh that's three, my loves. Good night.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

all the things i detest i will almost like...

Four? Four!

1. I'm in a slightly better mood today. Project From Hell is still being Project From Hell, but today it's bothering me a lot less. Probably because I know that my days at current job will end soon. When I have an offer in hand, I'd kinda like to quit all Half Baked style but that probably wouldn't be wise. Not burning bridges and all.

2. I'm feeling better, mostly. My left ear is still clogged, and if it doesn't clear soon I will lose my mind. You know that feeling you get when your ear needs to pop? Yeah, it's like that except my goddamn ear won't pop. Everything sounds like it's underwater and it hurts when I swallow. This is almost enough to interfere with my sparkling disposition, you know. Almost.

3. Do you play the Words With Friends? I do, and I need more friends to play with, so if you're so inclined Lesleygirl125 would love to play a game with you. And since I believe this blog should be educational as well as entertaining, I'm going to give you a pro-tip regarding the Words With Friends. See, recently it's been bothering me that WWF keeps everyone you've ever played a game with on your leader board. Even if you've Facebook unfriended them and real-life unfriended them, they're there. And you're on their leader board, so it makes it quite easy for them to send you game requests which leave you thinking "Uh, sorry, but no. This is Words With Friends, not Words With Sworn Enemies!" This was really starting to bum me out, and I wasn't about to give up my WWF so I checked the Google, read some online gamer forums, and found this helpful link. And now sworn enemies are blocked and no longer on my leader board and no longer able to send me game requests, and I can play my Words With Friends in peace. WIN.

4. Tonight I finished a knitting project that's rather nifty, if I may say so myself. I need to do some finishing on it, but I'll post pictures when it's done. I haven't done a whole lot of knitting lately, but doing just a small project reminded me of how relaxing it is. And now on to the next project...


Good night, duckies.

Monday, October 13, 2014

oh monday monday

Do you ever get the feeling that you cannot deal with ONE MORE THING? No, just me? Anyway, that is the kind of day I'm having. Between the creeping crud, the job searching, the current job, and a few other assorted things, I can't deal with anything else. I literally can't even. At the current job, I'm managing a project that ordinarily I'd describe as a "clusterfuck," however in this case I think calling it a clusterfuck would besmirch the clusterfuck moniker. So whatever is worse than that is what this is. I spent most of the day wanting to either hide under my desk and cry, or raid the Friday happy hour stash**. Tomorrow is another day and all that, and I am doing my Lesley bestest to stay positive, but today really took it out of me, people.

Oh and if you're wondering if I've heard an answer, the answer went something like this: no, except not no, so sorta yes, but perhaps maybe. I'm very much ok with this, despite the ambiguity. Yes, Monty Hall, I would love to see what is behind Door Number 3! Let's make a deal!

So now that I've crabbed and you've probably stopped reading (because really, who wants to read that?) I'll tell you a funny story. I left the kitchen windows open when I left this morning, mostly because I knew it would be pretty warm today, and the cats like to sit in the window. When they hear my car, they usually both jump up to the window if they're not already there -- presumably, to make sure the Bringer Of The Tuna has in fact returned. Clementine has developed a habit of meowing loudly at me from the time I exit the car until I walk in the front door. She doesn't do it every day, but tonight she was especially loud and frantic about it. So as I walked up the front steps I said "Clementine! Calm your tits!"*** And of course I said it kinda loudly, and of course once I'd said it I noticed that one of my neighbors was about ten feet away on the sidewalk. He looked away, but I said "Oh I know you heard that, it's ok to laugh" and we both laughed about it. Yup, I am all class, people! All class!

Well, that's all I've got. Good night.

** Yes, we have happy hour in the office. Every Friday. Come over around 3:00 and I can hook you up.

*** I know, I know, you're shocked that I'd use such a phrase. I learned it this summer while on vacation with my family, when my niece Noodles yelled it at my nephew the French Pirate, and I thought it was hilarious.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

weekend three

Yup, three. Because I'm a third kid, and third kids are awesome. The revolution will be led by third kids! (Seriously, it will. Third kids are masters at flying under the radar. By the time you see us, it's too late.)

Uh... where was I? Oh yes, three.

1. This weekend I went to see Gone Girl. If you haven't seen it yet, you should. I loved the book, and the movie really did it justice. Some very good "Oh, SNAP!" moments, and a lot of suspense. I think the fact that the music was done by Trent Reznor added to the suspense. The scoring was very well done. I went to see it at one of those AMC theaters where you sit in a leather recliner and you can raise your feet all the way up. This is the best idea for movies ever. I think I only want to go to theaters that offer this from now on. Oh and if you haven't read Gone Girl yet, you really need to. It's such a good book.

2. So apparently I have some overly-protective friends. And while I'm touched at the lengths they will go to in the name of looking out for me, I'm a little freaked out. If I go missing, can one of you please come look for me?

3. I'm much less of a sicky now, but I'm a little concerned about my ears. I can't get them un-congested and everything sounds like I'm underwater (Hi Mom! Yes, I will call the ENT tomorrow! Thanks for reading!). I've also had some weird jaw pain. The Mayo Clinic website said that this can happen when one is congested and it's no big whoop. WebMd said I'm going to die. I think I'll go with Mayo's explanation as I appreciate their Minnesotan sense of practicality, and in my mind I can hear some nice Minnesotan saying "oh yahh, it's nooooo big deal... you'll be fiiiiiine!" Also, I was able to go back to the gym today, and felt pretty good after a killer workout although I felt like I was sweating chicken broth and Mucinex. That's attractive. Yeah, my chicken broth / Mucinex milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...


That's three. And I believe I am done watching this horrendous Giants game so I'm off to bed. Good night, my chickadees.


Friday, October 10, 2014

but friday never hesitates

I think my last blog sounded crabby. I think the not feeling well gave me a case of the crabby appletons. That is no longer the case today, though. I mean, I'm still sick and all, but my chest congestion was getting worse (and I live in mortal fear of the bronchitis) so I made a call earlier today and got a script for the good cough syrup, so everything's a-ok in my world right now. Codeine for the win!

Today I finally gave in and wore closed-toe shoes. I did NOT wear socks, though. Not ready for that just yet. (Except for the gym, natch.) I wore the ones pictured to the right, there. They're Keen shoes, so they are super comfortable and don't aggravate my heel, and I think the crazy plaid makes them fun. I wore them to work one day last year when I was sharing an office with Work Cat and also with a woman who was quite the fashionista (and now owns her own women's dressy dress boutique in Philadelphia). Anyway, the fashionista took one look at these shoes, pointed to them and said "For reals?" I was all "What? They're comfortable! I think they're cute!" and she said "Those are the most unfuckable shoes I have ever seen!" She then went on about how I shouldn't wear them to work, or church, or the supermarket, or a bar, or basically any place where there might be single men. Now, I've never thought of footwear as particularly fuckable or unfuckable, but in my mind these will always be "the unfuckable shoes" and I laugh about that every time I put them on.

Good night and peace out, girl scouts.

Thursday, October 09, 2014

sorry that i couldn't get to you...

That subject line? Of course there's a story behind it, but it's a snarky story not sad. Well, not sad for me at least, and since I'm the heroine of this here blog, that's a big YAY right there! But I'll get to that in a minute.

The creeping crud is still here so I'm still a sicky. I managed to go into the office for about four and a half hours so that I could do what must be done. I realized in that short time that I'm going to miss one project team in particular. They're a good group of guys, and when we had our big yell-at-the-vendor meeting today one of them said to me "I don't want to say you look like hell, but... you look like hell." But he said it in such a way that it actually sounded nice, like he was concerned for my well-being. Awwww. So yeah, creeping crud. The congestion is annoying, but the lack of energy is far more annoying. I might even go to bed early tonight, so you know it's serious!

Creeping crud is also keeping my mind off anything job-search-related. I don't have the energy to worry about it.

Moving on...

So about the subject line... ok, so about a week ago I blogged something extremely possibly snarky about how it is possibly weird and definitely creepy that (redacted) is still reading my blog. Well, (redacted) apparently thought I was referring to him** so he sent me an email with a link to that "Say something, I'm giving up on you" song, along with some diatribe about how I have no idea how difficult life is for him. That may very well be. I don't know, nor do I care to know. But I can tell you this much: I've had a few rough patches in my own life (yeah, even me) and never did it ever occur to me to email emo music to anyone. Instead, I express myself through blogging, so that's a win. A win for all of us!

In other news, it's time for sleep, my frisky wee bunnies. Much love on yas.

** You're so vain, you probably think this blog is about you...