BerryBird over at Lake Loop has posted a list of all the books she read in 2006. Unfortunately, I stopped maintaining my list in April. So the following list is in order of having been read through the beginning of April:
Buster Midnight’s Café by Sandra Dallas
A House In Sicily by Daphne Phelps
Until the Real Thing Comes Along by Elizabeth Berg
A Thousand Days in Tuscany by Marlena de Blasi
Goodnight Nobody by Jennifer Weiner
Grave Secrets by Kathy Reichs
Ciao, America! By Beppe Severgnini
Saving Fish From Drowning by Amy Tan
The Other Side of the Story by Marian Keyes
Sarah’s Quilt by Nancy E Turner
The Secret Hour by Luanne Rice
The Reluctant Tuscan by Phil Doran
I may try to put together a random assortment of other books I've read in 2006 by looking around the house, but I make no promises.
Edited to include in random order:
Drop City by T.C. Boyle
For Love by Sue Miller
The Secret Hour by Luanne Rice
Amy and Isabelle by Elizabeth Strout
Range of Motion by Elizabeth Berg
New Mercies by Sandra Dallas
The Breakdown Lane by Jacquelyn Mitchard
The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
Good Grief by Lolly Winston
The Song of the Lark by Willa Cather
The Turn of the Screw by Henry James
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Christmas Past
I would like to wish everyone who celebrates Christmas a very merry one! And a happy holidays in general.
I originally posted this picture back in May in honor of Mother's Day, but I think it would be appropriate again now.
My first Christmas, 1976.
I originally posted this picture back in May in honor of Mother's Day, but I think it would be appropriate again now.
My first Christmas, 1976.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Movies and Books
The Sound of Music was on last night. I know, most of you are probably sighing and rolling your eyes, but I Love! Love! Love! The Sound of Music. It is absolutely and without a doubt my favorite movie. I don't get to watch it that often because of the singing, but my fiance was out finishing up some Christmas shopping and then cooking dinner (yes, at 10:45pm), so I got to watch the last couple hours.
I find Captain Von Trapp to be incredibly alluring. He has such a presence. I wonder if his character has contributed over the years to my attraction to men in the military. That's the kind of thing that goes through my mind as I try to fall asleep at night.
On to the books portion of this post, I finally finished The Song of the Lark by Willa Cather. It was the third of her books that I've read, and for the most part, I enjoyed it even more than My Antonia and O Pioneers!. It did drag a bit near the end, but the rest of it more than made up for that.
Now I've started reading The Turn of the Screw by Henry James. It definitely falls in the "musty old British lit" category that I love so much. This one caught my interest right from the get go, and I found myself trying to read it during commercials the last couple nights. It's so nice to be able to read recreationally again (now that class is over), but I am obviously still short on time and energy since the house is sucking up both of those.
I find Captain Von Trapp to be incredibly alluring. He has such a presence. I wonder if his character has contributed over the years to my attraction to men in the military. That's the kind of thing that goes through my mind as I try to fall asleep at night.
On to the books portion of this post, I finally finished The Song of the Lark by Willa Cather. It was the third of her books that I've read, and for the most part, I enjoyed it even more than My Antonia and O Pioneers!. It did drag a bit near the end, but the rest of it more than made up for that.
Now I've started reading The Turn of the Screw by Henry James. It definitely falls in the "musty old British lit" category that I love so much. This one caught my interest right from the get go, and I found myself trying to read it during commercials the last couple nights. It's so nice to be able to read recreationally again (now that class is over), but I am obviously still short on time and energy since the house is sucking up both of those.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Early Christmas Present
As you can see the Beta creature has finally decided I am worthy. I haven't had a chance to play and tweak yet, what with the whole painting career. I plan on taking tonight off from the fumes, so I might play then. Or I might acknowledge that Christmas is only 3 days away and go shopping.
Today feels a bit like Christmas to me. The carpet is being installed and every time I think about it a little bit of excitement leaps up inside of me. New! Carpet! It's like a big, expensive present to myself. I can't wait to rush over there after work and see my New! Carpet!
Today feels a bit like Christmas to me. The carpet is being installed and every time I think about it a little bit of excitement leaps up inside of me. New! Carpet! It's like a big, expensive present to myself. I can't wait to rush over there after work and see my New! Carpet!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Slighted
OK, I just have to say that I am feeling slighted by this Beta creature. I got the offer to switch one day last week or the week before, but I didn't have time to play that day or the next, so I didn't. Then the day after that, the offer was retracted and has not reappeared.
Did I anger you Beta creature? Am I not worthy?
Did I anger you Beta creature? Am I not worthy?
Monday, December 18, 2006
Progress Report
If you are wondering why you are being blessed with another post from me on the same day, it is because my computer at home is being evil. Best take advantage of one's lunch hour, eh?
I finished the trim in the masterbedroom. My sister, my fiance, and I pulled the old carpet out of the livingroom. I finished painting the walls in the kitchen (mostly). I did the second coat on the ceiling in the livingroom and hall but haven't tackled the mysterious sand business yet. I painted the walls in the livingroom. Between my stepmom and me, we've almost finished the first coat on the trim in the livingroom. my fiance has laid the carpet pad in both of the small bedrooms.
Did I forget anything?
Plan for tonight: more trim and possibly painting the hall (that would involve buying more paint).
I have Wednesday off, and the carpet will be installed on Thursday. I'm not panicking yet, I promise.
The Wondrous New Diet
I have everyone's solution to weight loss...
Start with extreme stress and then add two ten to twelve hour days spent somewhere with no running water (and therefore no toilet). This will seriously cut down on food and beverage consumption.
When I climbed on the scale this morning (something I rarely do, not being all that interested in the results), I saw a number that I have not seen since high school. A number that is about 7 pounds lighter than when I last weighed myself and 13 pounds lighter than a number that I used to see regularly.
Interesting, yes, but we need to consider the fact that exercise has been entirely eliminated from my life for the last several months because of the house situation.
Plus, this fabulous new diet may also leave you open to illness, as I now feel great amounts of snot pressing at my sinuses. Take that into consideration before rushing out and trying it yourself.
Start with extreme stress and then add two ten to twelve hour days spent somewhere with no running water (and therefore no toilet). This will seriously cut down on food and beverage consumption.
When I climbed on the scale this morning (something I rarely do, not being all that interested in the results), I saw a number that I have not seen since high school. A number that is about 7 pounds lighter than when I last weighed myself and 13 pounds lighter than a number that I used to see regularly.
Interesting, yes, but we need to consider the fact that exercise has been entirely eliminated from my life for the last several months because of the house situation.
Plus, this fabulous new diet may also leave you open to illness, as I now feel great amounts of snot pressing at my sinuses. Take that into consideration before rushing out and trying it yourself.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Sense of Humor
I thought it was funny, but when I told my fiance the story he wasn't amused at all. So we'll see how you all feel about it.
My cell phone rang in the mid-afternoon at work yesterday. Remember how I have no reception whatsoever in my office building? Well, I saw it was my doctor's office so I answered and ran for the lobby. The call didn't drop! Amazing.
"Hi, this is B, calling from Dr S' office. I'm calling to schedule your surgery."
Pause. Nervous laughter. "No, I don't think so."
We went through the whole name, birth date, address, and she did indeed have my file in front of her to schedule a surgery.
Uh? WTF?
She was highly uncomfortable and embarrassed. Poor dear. Not her fault. So hopefully, someone will call me back today and tell me it was all a big mistake.
Hmn, still seems funny to me. What, not to you? Well, lighten up.
My cell phone rang in the mid-afternoon at work yesterday. Remember how I have no reception whatsoever in my office building? Well, I saw it was my doctor's office so I answered and ran for the lobby. The call didn't drop! Amazing.
"Hi, this is B, calling from Dr S' office. I'm calling to schedule your surgery."
Pause. Nervous laughter. "No, I don't think so."
We went through the whole name, birth date, address, and she did indeed have my file in front of her to schedule a surgery.
Uh? WTF?
She was highly uncomfortable and embarrassed. Poor dear. Not her fault. So hopefully, someone will call me back today and tell me it was all a big mistake.
Hmn, still seems funny to me. What, not to you? Well, lighten up.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Volunteers? Anyone?
I know you are all dying for an update on the home improvements.
Unfortunately, I have very little progress to report.
The trim in the master bedroom is almost done.
The livingroom is primed and ready to be painted. As soon as I pick a color. And do the second coat of ceiling paint. Which means fixing the spot where all the paint peeled off. I am sooo looking forward to messing around with the sand.
The kitchen walls have one coat of primer. But we're thinking two might be required.
We're meeting with the carpet people this afternoon to pick a flavor. But we can't schedule to have it installed until the walls, ceiling, and trim get painted. Which means we have to pull up the old carpet. Gak.
The dumpster is almost full and will probably need to be pulled soon. Because we got plenty more where that came from. Like the old carpet, for example.
Someone hit the mailbox and broke off the door. Because I really needed one more thing to deal with. (I suspect the across the street neighbors.)
Oh yeah, and why does primer smell so much worse than paint?
But at least I have tomorrow off. I barely know where to start. Not that it matters because I'm sure I will accomplish practically nothing. As usual.
Unfortunately, I have very little progress to report.
The trim in the master bedroom is almost done.
The livingroom is primed and ready to be painted. As soon as I pick a color. And do the second coat of ceiling paint. Which means fixing the spot where all the paint peeled off. I am sooo looking forward to messing around with the sand.
The kitchen walls have one coat of primer. But we're thinking two might be required.
We're meeting with the carpet people this afternoon to pick a flavor. But we can't schedule to have it installed until the walls, ceiling, and trim get painted. Which means we have to pull up the old carpet. Gak.
The dumpster is almost full and will probably need to be pulled soon. Because we got plenty more where that came from. Like the old carpet, for example.
Someone hit the mailbox and broke off the door. Because I really needed one more thing to deal with. (I suspect the across the street neighbors.)
Oh yeah, and why does primer smell so much worse than paint?
But at least I have tomorrow off. I barely know where to start. Not that it matters because I'm sure I will accomplish practically nothing. As usual.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
More Reasons
As I surfed through my daily reads this morning, I ran across another reason to be disillusioned over at Journey to Elena. It looks like the likelihood of one of my dreams becoming a reality will be taking a serious beating very soon.
China's new restrictions on adopting:
New Info:Married couples only.
No singles starting May 2007.
New marriage/divorce time restrictions.
Parents must be 30 to 50 years old.
No history of infectious disease, mental illness (including depression and anxiety), blindness, and/or serious disease or disability.
Parents must have a BMI under 40.
Net assets must be over $80,000.
No criminal record.
There will be an increase in fees.
China's new restrictions on adopting:
I Never Did Like Quizzes
Proof that you shouldn't take quizzes when you are feeling crabby and disillusioned...
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Teaching An Old Dog New Tricks
Well, he's not that old. A bit over two years, is all.
And frankly, it's not really about tricks. It's not sitting, nor rolling over that is the issue here.
Paulie does not like the snow. At all. Sometimes he flat out refuses to venture forth. Sometimes he goes, but then refuses to perform any of his assigned tasks. This dog should really live in Florida.
And then there's the sleeping. Mine, that is. This morning he started whining and yipping at 6:51am. I finally gave up around 8am and got up. This particularly sucks on account of how busy I am right now and how much I really need my beauty sleep.
The nighttime behavior has improved in the months since we've had him, but what are we going to do when there's 2 feet of snow outside instead of 4 inches?
And frankly, it's not really about tricks. It's not sitting, nor rolling over that is the issue here.
Paulie does not like the snow. At all. Sometimes he flat out refuses to venture forth. Sometimes he goes, but then refuses to perform any of his assigned tasks. This dog should really live in Florida.
And then there's the sleeping. Mine, that is. This morning he started whining and yipping at 6:51am. I finally gave up around 8am and got up. This particularly sucks on account of how busy I am right now and how much I really need my beauty sleep.
The nighttime behavior has improved in the months since we've had him, but what are we going to do when there's 2 feet of snow outside instead of 4 inches?
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Outsider Again
During my first semester at Small Green School I felt like an outsider.
I was commuting from home as a non-matriculated undergrad after withdrawing from Boston University. All the kids in my classes had already had a semester together to bond.
I took four classes that semester and didn't make a single friend.
The next year I matriculated and made friends with the incoming freshmen. As a result, throughout my college career, the majority of my friends were a year behind me.
My experience this semester has been reminiscent of that first semester at Small Green School. I've felt like an outsider in a class full of first year grad students, virtually the only person left silent during downtime. In addition, it turns out that some of the girls in my class are as snarky as high schoolers. Shouldn't they have outgrown that by now?
Not only has this class made me less inclined towards Library Science, it has also made me appreciate how lucky I was to have had the experience I had at Small Green School. It leads me to wonder if I were to pursue graduate work there if I would find the environment to be as hospitable a second time around.
I was commuting from home as a non-matriculated undergrad after withdrawing from Boston University. All the kids in my classes had already had a semester together to bond.
I took four classes that semester and didn't make a single friend.
The next year I matriculated and made friends with the incoming freshmen. As a result, throughout my college career, the majority of my friends were a year behind me.
My experience this semester has been reminiscent of that first semester at Small Green School. I've felt like an outsider in a class full of first year grad students, virtually the only person left silent during downtime. In addition, it turns out that some of the girls in my class are as snarky as high schoolers. Shouldn't they have outgrown that by now?
Not only has this class made me less inclined towards Library Science, it has also made me appreciate how lucky I was to have had the experience I had at Small Green School. It leads me to wonder if I were to pursue graduate work there if I would find the environment to be as hospitable a second time around.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Bah Humbug
I've decided there will be no Christmas this year.
I had my heart set on being in the new house by Christmas. And I just don't have confidence that it will happen. Everything takes so long.
I refuse to make the effort to decorate the old house when I don't even want to be living there anymore. Yesterday I bought one of the houses for our Christmas village, but only because I was too embarrassed to put just two foam paint brushes on my credit card while at the small hardware store. I set it up when I got home, and unless we get moved before the 25th, that will be the extent of my holiday spirit.
I am listening to Christmas carols on the radio in the car because I love them.
And as far as gifts go, I've done my best to inform people that this year the offerings will be meager at best.
All I want for Christmas is to celebrate it in my new house.
I had my heart set on being in the new house by Christmas. And I just don't have confidence that it will happen. Everything takes so long.
I refuse to make the effort to decorate the old house when I don't even want to be living there anymore. Yesterday I bought one of the houses for our Christmas village, but only because I was too embarrassed to put just two foam paint brushes on my credit card while at the small hardware store. I set it up when I got home, and unless we get moved before the 25th, that will be the extent of my holiday spirit.
I am listening to Christmas carols on the radio in the car because I love them.
And as far as gifts go, I've done my best to inform people that this year the offerings will be meager at best.
All I want for Christmas is to celebrate it in my new house.
Excitement
I just got an email from my first "real" boyfriend that his wife is pregnant. Due in June. Yay!
Congrats S&S!!!
That will be one smart cookie with parents like you!
Congrats S&S!!!
That will be one smart cookie with parents like you!
Sunday, December 03, 2006
In Brief
I'm too tired for much more than a brief update.
The toilet is still not fixed. Three days in a row my fiance's busted his hump working on it. That's three days he could've been working at the new house. Nice. And it's still leaking water all over the floor. It's one of those things you just take for granted. A working toilet is a wonderful thing. Or so I hear.
We picked out and purchased some very nice ceramic tiles from the closeouts section. Made in Italy and everything. Maybe we can replace the linoleum by the front door with another batch of closeouts.
After 8 1/2 hours at the new house today, I have completed the walls and ceiling of two (only two!) rooms. All the trim still needs to be done though. So that's next on my to-do list, along with painting the ceiling in the hall and living room. I'm trying not to be discouraged by how long everything takes. I still feel motivated. If only I didn't have to work.
Last night I took the first of my two quizzes due on Wednesday. Yes, that's right folks, my big Saturday night activity consisted of doing homework. Wa-hoo. One down, one to go.
And lastly, Paulie's little medical situation seems to be almost all cleared up. Phew.
The toilet is still not fixed. Three days in a row my fiance's busted his hump working on it. That's three days he could've been working at the new house. Nice. And it's still leaking water all over the floor. It's one of those things you just take for granted. A working toilet is a wonderful thing. Or so I hear.
We picked out and purchased some very nice ceramic tiles from the closeouts section. Made in Italy and everything. Maybe we can replace the linoleum by the front door with another batch of closeouts.
After 8 1/2 hours at the new house today, I have completed the walls and ceiling of two (only two!) rooms. All the trim still needs to be done though. So that's next on my to-do list, along with painting the ceiling in the hall and living room. I'm trying not to be discouraged by how long everything takes. I still feel motivated. If only I didn't have to work.
Last night I took the first of my two quizzes due on Wednesday. Yes, that's right folks, my big Saturday night activity consisted of doing homework. Wa-hoo. One down, one to go.
And lastly, Paulie's little medical situation seems to be almost all cleared up. Phew.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
It's Like Camping
In the midst of all the action at the new house and the end-of-semester crunch, kaboomy at our current place of residence. The wax seal went out on the one and only toilet in this very small ranch. Have I mention how much I hate ranches? No? Well, I shall spare you that tirade (for now).
There was lots of mopping up of nasty, smelly water with old towels and rags. After work yesterday, my fiance tackled the task while I was at the new house painting (where else would I be?). He replaced the wax seal and reset the toilet with no problem whatsoever, but then there was a leak from the pipe at the back. Imagine lots of cursing and sweating. Apparently the whole piping or something with the shut-off valve is just completely shot due to being absolutely archaic.
By that time, it was so late that the trusty hardware store was closed, so we've been "flushing" the toilet with pots of water from the shower. Classy, eh? Bet you wanna come right over and hang out with us.
So now I've got to go pry him out of bed so he can go get parts and fix the plumbing early enough so we can still make it to the tile store which closes obscenely early.
Damn Murphy always messing with things.
There was lots of mopping up of nasty, smelly water with old towels and rags. After work yesterday, my fiance tackled the task while I was at the new house painting (where else would I be?). He replaced the wax seal and reset the toilet with no problem whatsoever, but then there was a leak from the pipe at the back. Imagine lots of cursing and sweating. Apparently the whole piping or something with the shut-off valve is just completely shot due to being absolutely archaic.
By that time, it was so late that the trusty hardware store was closed, so we've been "flushing" the toilet with pots of water from the shower. Classy, eh? Bet you wanna come right over and hang out with us.
So now I've got to go pry him out of bed so he can go get parts and fix the plumbing early enough so we can still make it to the tile store which closes obscenely early.
Damn Murphy always messing with things.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Because I Know You've Been Wondering
My consult with the doctor was very brief, but it was reassuring. So I guess it was worth leaving work two hours early.
She said that since I don't have all of the symptoms of Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, she doesn't think it will prevent conception. She said that after six months of trying "seriously," if I do not get pregnant, then we will try clomid. Basically, she emphasized that as long as I'm getting my period regularly, I should be ovulating.
And nothing can be done about my awful, horrible acne because the meds for those are evil and not something you want in your body when contemplating pregnancy.
And I have to go back in four months for another sonogram. Joy.
And relief.
Any questions?
She said that since I don't have all of the symptoms of Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, she doesn't think it will prevent conception. She said that after six months of trying "seriously," if I do not get pregnant, then we will try clomid. Basically, she emphasized that as long as I'm getting my period regularly, I should be ovulating.
And nothing can be done about my awful, horrible acne because the meds for those are evil and not something you want in your body when contemplating pregnancy.
And I have to go back in four months for another sonogram. Joy.
And relief.
Any questions?
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Only One More
And thank goodness for that! Last night was my second to last class of the semester. I can't wait for it to be over. In my anxiousness I managed to forget I would still have homework assigned. I have two chapters to read and two quizzes to take by next week. Um, painting, remember? No time for this nonsense.
I'm taking a shortened lunch break to make up for my extra long one yesterday. I had to rush home, scoop up Paulie, and zip him over to the vet to get fitted for an e-collar. Apparently he's having an adverse reaction to the dissolvable sutures from his castration (what an awful word). A wonderful vet tech cleaned him all up and reassured me that he was fine. He does not like the collar though. Worry, worry, worry. What will I do when I have children?
Speaking of, I am leaving work early today for a doctor's appointment to discuss the cysts. Hopefully, I'll have a better idea of what I'm up against in a few hours.
I'm taking a shortened lunch break to make up for my extra long one yesterday. I had to rush home, scoop up Paulie, and zip him over to the vet to get fitted for an e-collar. Apparently he's having an adverse reaction to the dissolvable sutures from his castration (what an awful word). A wonderful vet tech cleaned him all up and reassured me that he was fine. He does not like the collar though. Worry, worry, worry. What will I do when I have children?
Speaking of, I am leaving work early today for a doctor's appointment to discuss the cysts. Hopefully, I'll have a better idea of what I'm up against in a few hours.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
The Meme Meme
As mention by Repressed Librarian, Scott Eric Kaufman has asked (or begged) for our help. He's attempting to track memes on the internet.
Go there, check it out, and then mention it on your blog. Ding, ding!
It's all in the name of science, baby!
Go there, check it out, and then mention it on your blog. Ding, ding!
It's all in the name of science, baby!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Melted Butter
I know you're all probably sick of the home-improvement themed posts already, but we still have a long road in front of us. Let's just say, Home Depot is really loving me and my Discover Card at the moment. The cashier tonight even recognized me because I've been in there so often. Ugh.
I took the afternoon off from work to capitalize on daylight hours for painting. I did the first coat in the master bedroom. Two windows and two doors really slow things down. My fiance's comment when he stopped by after work, "It's more yellow than I thought it would be." Uh, dude, it's called melted butter.
I dropped by D&D's house to leave the biggest check I have ever written for Uncle D for the bathroom. This Saturday, we need to buy the tiles for the floor. Hopefully we can find some good closeouts where he's sending us. And hopefully, they take Discover.
It's 8pm, my fiance still isn't home, and we still haven't had supper. Is it bedtime yet?
I took the afternoon off from work to capitalize on daylight hours for painting. I did the first coat in the master bedroom. Two windows and two doors really slow things down. My fiance's comment when he stopped by after work, "It's more yellow than I thought it would be." Uh, dude, it's called melted butter.
I dropped by D&D's house to leave the biggest check I have ever written for Uncle D for the bathroom. This Saturday, we need to buy the tiles for the floor. Hopefully we can find some good closeouts where he's sending us. And hopefully, they take Discover.
It's 8pm, my fiance still isn't home, and we still haven't had supper. Is it bedtime yet?
Monday, November 27, 2006
Painting Ceilings
Work has really picked up. This might impact my blogging. I may have to do more of it on my own time.
I finished painting the ceiling in the master bedroom. Apparently, one coat is not enough when it's been around 25 years since the last fresh coat's been applied. I got the first coat on in the mid-sized bedroom before I ran out. Two gallons got me through one and a half rooms. Ugh. Home Depot, here I come!
D&D got the carpet pulled up out of the middle bedroom. So that room is in the midst of a big transition. The little bedroom is serving as a bit of a storage room with half-filled boxes and odd pieces of furniture.
My next goal is the first coat of wall paint in the master, and then the second coat on the ceiling in the middle bedroom. It's hard to paint after work though because once the sun sets the house gets so dark. I hope to speak to my boss about using some of my vacation time. I feel motivated.
I finished painting the ceiling in the master bedroom. Apparently, one coat is not enough when it's been around 25 years since the last fresh coat's been applied. I got the first coat on in the mid-sized bedroom before I ran out. Two gallons got me through one and a half rooms. Ugh. Home Depot, here I come!
D&D got the carpet pulled up out of the middle bedroom. So that room is in the midst of a big transition. The little bedroom is serving as a bit of a storage room with half-filled boxes and odd pieces of furniture.
My next goal is the first coat of wall paint in the master, and then the second coat on the ceiling in the middle bedroom. It's hard to paint after work though because once the sun sets the house gets so dark. I hope to speak to my boss about using some of my vacation time. I feel motivated.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Black Friday
I have only on the very rare occasion ventured forth on Black Friday. Once it was because I was away at college at BU, so our parents took my sister and me to the mall to get present ideas. When I worked in retail management, I managed to only have to work one of the days after Thanksgiving. I arrived at some ungodly hour only to discover that each and every parking spot in our lot was taken up by the lunatics waiting to get into the Best Buy next door (these were two stand alone stores, not a strip mall). Not for me, thanks.
Now I make every effort to steer clear of the entire area surrounding said frenetic activities. But I decided it was time for yet another trip to Home Depot yesterday. Fortunately, the big store is located at the first stoplight in the corridor of development that is springing up (or has sprung up already) near the new house. I was actually able to slip in, wander aimlessly around the store for well over an hour, and slip back out without any headache at all.
I bought ceiling paint and other odds and ends. Today my goal is the ceiling in the master bedroom. And possibly a return trip to Home Depot for the wall paint I picked out.
Now I make every effort to steer clear of the entire area surrounding said frenetic activities. But I decided it was time for yet another trip to Home Depot yesterday. Fortunately, the big store is located at the first stoplight in the corridor of development that is springing up (or has sprung up already) near the new house. I was actually able to slip in, wander aimlessly around the store for well over an hour, and slip back out without any headache at all.
I bought ceiling paint and other odds and ends. Today my goal is the ceiling in the master bedroom. And possibly a return trip to Home Depot for the wall paint I picked out.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
A Lifetime of Crushes
I've been tagged by Beth to reveal my girlhood crushes. What better way to spend Thanksgiving morning, since I don't have to do any of that nasty cooking business. I should warn you though, my stories will probably be much less funny than Beth's.
Since she started with celebrity crushes, I think I will too. Being born in the mid-70s, I was ripe for the picking when it came to guys like Michael Jackson and Kirk Cameron, both of whom I had foam board posters of in my room. Although I should probably not admit it to the internet at large, I was one of the many junior high girls obsessed with the New Kids on the Block. In my defense though, I never did see them in concert.
As a segway into real life, my most respectable celebrity crush from my youth was that of Robert Redford. I recall a rather embarrassing moment when I emphatically told my father that there were only two handsome men on the planet, Robert Redford and Russell K., because of his resemblance to RR. The embarrassing part was that Russell was the husband of one of my father's co-workers and a member of the Killer Frogs softball team that my parents played on. So of course, my father promptly told him! It still makes me squirm when I see him to this day (only mildly because really, it's kinda cute).
As for the boys...
There was Matt H. from day camp the summer after 4th or 5th grade, someone that also ended up playing on the Killer Frogs. Dang, this really is a small town sometimes!
There was Dave from day camp the summer after 7th grade. He was a big Oakland Athletics fan. That was the first time my father saw that his loyal Dodger's daughter could be swayed by some interloper. To this day, he assumes that my interest in any sport must be linked to a crush on one of the male players or one of the male fans.
In junior high I had a crush on Josh K (just joshin', as my friends used to say). He had one of those ridiculous flat-topped, spiked hair cuts, the really tall kind. Fortunately, that was gone by the time I hooked up with him in Boston, our first semester of college. I've not seen him since, but I've heard that Boston worked out even less well for him than it did for me.
The biggest crush of my life happened my junior year in high school. I was a big nerd who barely even knew I existed. I really thought no one could see me. So when I saw This! Boy! I just stared and stared every time I saw him in the hall or the lunchroom. Matt M. was the cutest boy in school and popular and a senior. He was also my first kiss. I think it would be safe to say that if I were to see him again he'd still probably make me weak in the knees and make my stomach do flips.
For the tagging portion of the program, I'd like to read about the crushes of a lifetime from Sara, Mary, Casey, and Repressed Librarian. Will anyone play?
Since she started with celebrity crushes, I think I will too. Being born in the mid-70s, I was ripe for the picking when it came to guys like Michael Jackson and Kirk Cameron, both of whom I had foam board posters of in my room. Although I should probably not admit it to the internet at large, I was one of the many junior high girls obsessed with the New Kids on the Block. In my defense though, I never did see them in concert.
As a segway into real life, my most respectable celebrity crush from my youth was that of Robert Redford. I recall a rather embarrassing moment when I emphatically told my father that there were only two handsome men on the planet, Robert Redford and Russell K., because of his resemblance to RR. The embarrassing part was that Russell was the husband of one of my father's co-workers and a member of the Killer Frogs softball team that my parents played on. So of course, my father promptly told him! It still makes me squirm when I see him to this day (only mildly because really, it's kinda cute).
As for the boys...
There was Matt H. from day camp the summer after 4th or 5th grade, someone that also ended up playing on the Killer Frogs. Dang, this really is a small town sometimes!
There was Dave from day camp the summer after 7th grade. He was a big Oakland Athletics fan. That was the first time my father saw that his loyal Dodger's daughter could be swayed by some interloper. To this day, he assumes that my interest in any sport must be linked to a crush on one of the male players or one of the male fans.
In junior high I had a crush on Josh K (just joshin', as my friends used to say). He had one of those ridiculous flat-topped, spiked hair cuts, the really tall kind. Fortunately, that was gone by the time I hooked up with him in Boston, our first semester of college. I've not seen him since, but I've heard that Boston worked out even less well for him than it did for me.
The biggest crush of my life happened my junior year in high school. I was a big nerd who barely even knew I existed. I really thought no one could see me. So when I saw This! Boy! I just stared and stared every time I saw him in the hall or the lunchroom. Matt M. was the cutest boy in school and popular and a senior. He was also my first kiss. I think it would be safe to say that if I were to see him again he'd still probably make me weak in the knees and make my stomach do flips.
For the tagging portion of the program, I'd like to read about the crushes of a lifetime from Sara, Mary, Casey, and Repressed Librarian. Will anyone play?
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
The Saga Continues
I did finally speak to my doctor yesterday morning. She suggested that I come into the office next week to go over options, which include possibly taking clomid, a fertility drug. Among all the lovely side affects, there is also a 10% increased chance of twins. Of which we already have two sets in our immediate extended family (grandfather and cousin's daughters).
I do have occasional and brief stabs of pain in my lower abdomen. But I'm so used to having some level of discomfort in some part of my body that I've more or less ignored them. Now I wonder if it has something to do with the cysts.
I was pretty upset at work yesterday, but an evening of grinding cranberries and moving furniture with my parents really helped to cheer me up. Weird, eh?
I do have occasional and brief stabs of pain in my lower abdomen. But I'm so used to having some level of discomfort in some part of my body that I've more or less ignored them. Now I wonder if it has something to do with the cysts.
I was pretty upset at work yesterday, but an evening of grinding cranberries and moving furniture with my parents really helped to cheer me up. Weird, eh?
Monday, November 20, 2006
Maybe Someday
Adopting from China has been something I've been thinking about for years. From the very beginning I just had this feeling that it's something I'm meant to do.
I meet the age requirements now, but not the minimum salary. Nor do I have the kind of financial resources that would be necessary. From what I see it can cost anywhere from $18,000 to $22,000. If my fiance and I get married, that could solve some of the problems, but it would probably introduce a host of others. Besides, he's not nearly as sold on the idea as I am.
In light of my recent potential health issues, it is something I've been thinking about even more. If I am unable to conceive, I absolutely will be adopting.
Now may not be the right time, but I will continue to dream about a little baby girl in China just waiting for me.
I meet the age requirements now, but not the minimum salary. Nor do I have the kind of financial resources that would be necessary. From what I see it can cost anywhere from $18,000 to $22,000. If my fiance and I get married, that could solve some of the problems, but it would probably introduce a host of others. Besides, he's not nearly as sold on the idea as I am.
In light of my recent potential health issues, it is something I've been thinking about even more. If I am unable to conceive, I absolutely will be adopting.
Now may not be the right time, but I will continue to dream about a little baby girl in China just waiting for me.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Polish Dumpster Party
And now for something other than complaining (I promise!):
I had quite the busy day yesterday. A Turtles birthday party at 1pm. Ten year old girls that are very into nature. Yay! One of them voluntarily and correctly identified a beech tree. You go girl! But we saw a deer pretty close up and none of them could even muster much excitement. "Oh, we get those in our backyard all the time." For some reason I never get tired of seeing deer. Oh well, maybe it's just me. All in all it went very well. But I always wish someone would offer me a piece of their birthday cake.
From Second Home Nature Center, I went over to the new house to see if the dumpster had been delivered. And there it was, right in the driveway. Double yay! My dad and step-mom were plugging away at the mountainous task of making the house habitable. They have made awesome progress. My fiance and I are planning on going over there today, while Debbie cleans her own house in preparation for the family descending in a few short days.
After D&D showed me all their hardwork I zipped home to meet my fiance, and off we went to his mother's apartment for homemade pierogies. She makes the best damn pierogies imaginable. The sauerkraut ones kick ass. Maybe the only advantage to being of Polish descent? Because I hate all those stupid jokes they are always telling. She usually only makes them once a year for his birthday because they are so labor intensive. And there are always plenty for us to take home. Triple yay!
So do you feel better about the title of this post now? Ha, ha.
I had quite the busy day yesterday. A Turtles birthday party at 1pm. Ten year old girls that are very into nature. Yay! One of them voluntarily and correctly identified a beech tree. You go girl! But we saw a deer pretty close up and none of them could even muster much excitement. "Oh, we get those in our backyard all the time." For some reason I never get tired of seeing deer. Oh well, maybe it's just me. All in all it went very well. But I always wish someone would offer me a piece of their birthday cake.
From Second Home Nature Center, I went over to the new house to see if the dumpster had been delivered. And there it was, right in the driveway. Double yay! My dad and step-mom were plugging away at the mountainous task of making the house habitable. They have made awesome progress. My fiance and I are planning on going over there today, while Debbie cleans her own house in preparation for the family descending in a few short days.
After D&D showed me all their hardwork I zipped home to meet my fiance, and off we went to his mother's apartment for homemade pierogies. She makes the best damn pierogies imaginable. The sauerkraut ones kick ass. Maybe the only advantage to being of Polish descent? Because I hate all those stupid jokes they are always telling. She usually only makes them once a year for his birthday because they are so labor intensive. And there are always plenty for us to take home. Triple yay!
So do you feel better about the title of this post now? Ha, ha.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Jobs That Suck
I know we've all been there. In a job that you just loathe. That hasn't been the case for me for the last year or so. And I was thankful.
But it seems that I'm having way more bad days than good recently. I think the most telltale sign is when I can't even enjoy my weekend knowing I have to go back there on Monday. It's just a big black cloud hanging over all aspects of my life.
I've already mentioned the Inconsiderate Loser that I share office space with, but there's also the semi-new Condescending Supervisor. CS started over the summer and I thought that after some time and an increased comfort level he would get better. Ha.
I admire people that have the constitution to work jobs they hate. It's not something I'm good at.
And you thought whining was restricted to Wednesdays? Ha to you too!
One more thing, could staring (squinting?) at a computer screen for more than eight hours a day be accelerating the creation of crow's feet around my eyes? If so, add "signs of premature aging" to the list of cons.
But it seems that I'm having way more bad days than good recently. I think the most telltale sign is when I can't even enjoy my weekend knowing I have to go back there on Monday. It's just a big black cloud hanging over all aspects of my life.
I've already mentioned the Inconsiderate Loser that I share office space with, but there's also the semi-new Condescending Supervisor. CS started over the summer and I thought that after some time and an increased comfort level he would get better. Ha.
I admire people that have the constitution to work jobs they hate. It's not something I'm good at.
And you thought whining was restricted to Wednesdays? Ha to you too!
One more thing, could staring (squinting?) at a computer screen for more than eight hours a day be accelerating the creation of crow's feet around my eyes? If so, add "signs of premature aging" to the list of cons.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Brief Update
I spoke with the nurse this morning (the doctor was in surgery). She wants me back for another follow-up sonogram in three months.
I expressed my concerns at the possibility of Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome and asked if the doctor felt there was a chance that I might have it, to have her call me to discuss tests.
At the very least, I can look forward to yet another semi-invasive procedure.
I expressed my concerns at the possibility of Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome and asked if the doctor felt there was a chance that I might have it, to have her call me to discuss tests.
At the very least, I can look forward to yet another semi-invasive procedure.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Conundrum
One of the many problems with cubes is the complete lack of privacy. I share an office space with three other permanent staffers and one temporary worker, plus various passers by.
My doctor's office is only open 9-4, which means if I am going to speak to them about my sonogram results, I have to call during my work hours. This would be fine if I had an office with a door. As that is not the situation, I tried stepping out of our suite to phone the office. But you always have to leave a message for the nurse to call you back. And there's the problem, because I have no (and I mean zero) cell reception in my office, so it's not like I can take the call and dash to the lobby for privacy.
I am so not interested in sharing my girl-parts discussion with my officemates.
So more phone tag tomorrow, I'm sure.
Any other suggestions?
My doctor's office is only open 9-4, which means if I am going to speak to them about my sonogram results, I have to call during my work hours. This would be fine if I had an office with a door. As that is not the situation, I tried stepping out of our suite to phone the office. But you always have to leave a message for the nurse to call you back. And there's the problem, because I have no (and I mean zero) cell reception in my office, so it's not like I can take the call and dash to the lobby for privacy.
I am so not interested in sharing my girl-parts discussion with my officemates.
So more phone tag tomorrow, I'm sure.
Any other suggestions?
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
TMI
I had my follow-up sonogram this afternoon. The technician found cysts on both ovaries and suggested I might have polycystic ovary syndrome.
Fantastic.
Fantastic.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Reflections
The semester is drawing to a close. Our major project is due on Wednesday, then we have the next week off for Thanksgiving and only 2 more classes after that. I am relieved and anxious for the class to be over.
Very little about this experience has convinced me that I want to pursue a career in Library Science. I still love reading and books, but I'm not sure that is reason enough.
The highlights of the semester for me were when my former supervisor from Small Green School spoke as a guest lecturer and during the rare books lecture when we got to see glimpses of Audubon's birds and an old botany book. More than anything I think that could be indicative of where my passions lie. Less so with libraries, and more so with nature.
I freelance as a naturalist for birthday parties at Second Home Nature Center. Despite the pouring rain on Saturday, my turtles party went well. Standing on the shores of the lake, rain dripping off my nose, listening to the Canada geese honk out in the mist, with the kids fighting over who got to use the telescope next, I couldn't help but wish I could do that every day.
Very little about this experience has convinced me that I want to pursue a career in Library Science. I still love reading and books, but I'm not sure that is reason enough.
The highlights of the semester for me were when my former supervisor from Small Green School spoke as a guest lecturer and during the rare books lecture when we got to see glimpses of Audubon's birds and an old botany book. More than anything I think that could be indicative of where my passions lie. Less so with libraries, and more so with nature.
I freelance as a naturalist for birthday parties at Second Home Nature Center. Despite the pouring rain on Saturday, my turtles party went well. Standing on the shores of the lake, rain dripping off my nose, listening to the Canada geese honk out in the mist, with the kids fighting over who got to use the telescope next, I couldn't help but wish I could do that every day.
Rainy Weekend
As you can imagine, no leaves got raked in the soaking rain that fell both days this weekend. Please don't call the code enforcement officers, you old farts.
But it was a good weekend for working inside at the new house. We did a couple hours on Saturday and I put in six more on Sunday. My lungs are paying the price now. When I woke up this morning it felt like someone was pressing their hands down on my chest with great force. Ouch. The sheer magnitude of dust is overwhelming.
When my fiance tugged at one corner of the waterbed mattress water started leaking from about four spots onto the carpet. After a flurry of bucket and pot placing, he dashed off the the hardware store while I stayed to monitor the situation (and continue working). He bought some parts, glued them together, and hooked up the hose. He got the hose down the stairs and out the front door just in time, using the elevation change to siphon the mattress. Success!
One task complete, 457 thousand to go.
But it was a good weekend for working inside at the new house. We did a couple hours on Saturday and I put in six more on Sunday. My lungs are paying the price now. When I woke up this morning it felt like someone was pressing their hands down on my chest with great force. Ouch. The sheer magnitude of dust is overwhelming.
When my fiance tugged at one corner of the waterbed mattress water started leaking from about four spots onto the carpet. After a flurry of bucket and pot placing, he dashed off the the hardware store while I stayed to monitor the situation (and continue working). He bought some parts, glued them together, and hooked up the hose. He got the hose down the stairs and out the front door just in time, using the elevation change to siphon the mattress. Success!
One task complete, 457 thousand to go.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
50 Things About ME
1. I do not like ice in my beverages. I prefer most at room temperature or just slightly cool. (I think I should've been born in Europe because I also don't like air conditioning. Or foods served at extreme temperatures.)
2. I do not like lemon in my water. Gak. And no, I can't just pick it out.
3. I have lived in 3 states: NY, MA, & FL.
4. I always wanted freckles. I threaten to steal my little step-brother's all the time.
5. I love Anne of Green Gables (freckles!) and believe in kindred spirits and the depths of despair.
6. I've been inside my "house of dreams" but couldn't afford it at the time.
7. I think everyone should drive Smart Cars. The world would be safer and happier. And cuter.
8. I've only climbed 3 of the 46 High Peaks in the Adirondacks. I dream of one day being a 46er, but every summer passes without me doing anything about it.
9. I love good sushi, especially the Dynamite roll I used to get at the Beach in FL.
10. I never had a curfew growing up.
11. I never got grounded either.
12. My first car was a Renault. The heat was broken on, the window cranks had no knobs, the speedometer was broken, and the doors didn't lock, but I loved it.
13. I crochet scarves and blankets.
14. I want to be a mom.
15. In fact, I actually look forward to pregnancy itself.
16. I am not career driven. Ideally, I would like to be a stay-at-home-mom. But since we are not independently wealthy, that will never happen.
17. My hair is beyond straight and baby fine. I am constantly considering getting a body wave like I had in middle school, but people are always talking me out of it.
18. I love soynut butter.
19. If given a choice, I would almost always chose to have tofu in a dish rather than meat (i.e. in Thai or Chinese).
20. I had my first paid job as a camp naturalist (counselor) at the age of 17. I'd volunteered for 40 hours a week for at least the two summers prior to that at the same educational day camp.
21. I worked as an IMAX projectionist, retail assistant manager, and naturalist before getting into my current career as an office lady.
22. The thumb on my left hand is double-jointed. So are my hips.
23. I can still put my feet behind my head if I try.
24. I have 4 piercings: both ear lobes, belly button, and tragus.
25. I have one tattoo: a star on the top of my right foot.
26. I have a Darwin's Tubercle on my left ear.
27. I am a very light sleeper.
28. I took 5 1/2 years of French in high school and regret having not kept up with it since then.
28. I am extremely sensitive to caffeine and try never to drink any after noon. Thanks, Dad, for passing that trait on.
29. The fact that I don't have clear skin has been a huge issue for me and my self-esteem. I wish I had not been told that I would outgrow my pimples after I left my teen years behind. What a lie and a let down.
30. I am a jeans and sweatshirt kinda gal.
31. I collect postcards.
32. My best first kiss story was the time Christian and I went to the dump in Long Lake to look for bears.
33. I have been donating blood since high school. I've recently been turned off by the American Red Cross because they call me at all hours. Sunday, 9pm. That does not put me in a giving mood.
34. I am a bit of a control freak and tend towards the obsessive.
35. I am, however, not neat and clean when it comes to keeping house.
36. I do not like beer. Or most liquor.
37. I enjoy classical music and opera.
38. I was sweet sixteen and never been kissed. (I do not count the kindergarten boyfriend's kisses, you see.)
39. I have a wicked sweet tooth.
40. Bungalows are my favorite style of houses.
41. I like simple, clutter-free decor. Preferably country or farm-style.
42. I am allergic to dust, mold, and some pollen.
43. Both of my eyes are -4.25. I wear contacts whenever possible.
44. The first concert I went to was PHISH, New Year's Eve '93 in Worcester MA. What an experience.
45. I am a dog person. I do not believe that cats are designed for indoor use.
46. I like taking snapshots of people I know.
47. I have excellent short-term memory and awful long-term memory. I excelled at classes that involved memorization, like French and dendrology.
48. I started watching Star Trek: TNG because I thought Ensign Wesley Crusher (Wil Wheaton) was cute. I liked Voyager quite a bit, but never got into DS9 because of the Ferengi. Yuck.
49. I have a weakness for shoes and purses.
50. I love pasta and bread and all things starch.
Wow. That was harder than you might imagine.
I hope you still like me after reading all that.
2. I do not like lemon in my water. Gak. And no, I can't just pick it out.
3. I have lived in 3 states: NY, MA, & FL.
4. I always wanted freckles. I threaten to steal my little step-brother's all the time.
5. I love Anne of Green Gables (freckles!) and believe in kindred spirits and the depths of despair.
6. I've been inside my "house of dreams" but couldn't afford it at the time.
7. I think everyone should drive Smart Cars. The world would be safer and happier. And cuter.
8. I've only climbed 3 of the 46 High Peaks in the Adirondacks. I dream of one day being a 46er, but every summer passes without me doing anything about it.
9. I love good sushi, especially the Dynamite roll I used to get at the Beach in FL.
10. I never had a curfew growing up.
11. I never got grounded either.
12. My first car was a Renault. The heat was broken on, the window cranks had no knobs, the speedometer was broken, and the doors didn't lock, but I loved it.
13. I crochet scarves and blankets.
14. I want to be a mom.
15. In fact, I actually look forward to pregnancy itself.
16. I am not career driven. Ideally, I would like to be a stay-at-home-mom. But since we are not independently wealthy, that will never happen.
17. My hair is beyond straight and baby fine. I am constantly considering getting a body wave like I had in middle school, but people are always talking me out of it.
18. I love soynut butter.
19. If given a choice, I would almost always chose to have tofu in a dish rather than meat (i.e. in Thai or Chinese).
20. I had my first paid job as a camp naturalist (counselor) at the age of 17. I'd volunteered for 40 hours a week for at least the two summers prior to that at the same educational day camp.
21. I worked as an IMAX projectionist, retail assistant manager, and naturalist before getting into my current career as an office lady.
22. The thumb on my left hand is double-jointed. So are my hips.
23. I can still put my feet behind my head if I try.
24. I have 4 piercings: both ear lobes, belly button, and tragus.
25. I have one tattoo: a star on the top of my right foot.
26. I have a Darwin's Tubercle on my left ear.
27. I am a very light sleeper.
28. I took 5 1/2 years of French in high school and regret having not kept up with it since then.
28. I am extremely sensitive to caffeine and try never to drink any after noon. Thanks, Dad, for passing that trait on.
29. The fact that I don't have clear skin has been a huge issue for me and my self-esteem. I wish I had not been told that I would outgrow my pimples after I left my teen years behind. What a lie and a let down.
30. I am a jeans and sweatshirt kinda gal.
31. I collect postcards.
32. My best first kiss story was the time Christian and I went to the dump in Long Lake to look for bears.
33. I have been donating blood since high school. I've recently been turned off by the American Red Cross because they call me at all hours. Sunday, 9pm. That does not put me in a giving mood.
34. I am a bit of a control freak and tend towards the obsessive.
35. I am, however, not neat and clean when it comes to keeping house.
36. I do not like beer. Or most liquor.
37. I enjoy classical music and opera.
38. I was sweet sixteen and never been kissed. (I do not count the kindergarten boyfriend's kisses, you see.)
39. I have a wicked sweet tooth.
40. Bungalows are my favorite style of houses.
41. I like simple, clutter-free decor. Preferably country or farm-style.
42. I am allergic to dust, mold, and some pollen.
43. Both of my eyes are -4.25. I wear contacts whenever possible.
44. The first concert I went to was PHISH, New Year's Eve '93 in Worcester MA. What an experience.
45. I am a dog person. I do not believe that cats are designed for indoor use.
46. I like taking snapshots of people I know.
47. I have excellent short-term memory and awful long-term memory. I excelled at classes that involved memorization, like French and dendrology.
48. I started watching Star Trek: TNG because I thought Ensign Wesley Crusher (Wil Wheaton) was cute. I liked Voyager quite a bit, but never got into DS9 because of the Ferengi. Yuck.
49. I have a weakness for shoes and purses.
50. I love pasta and bread and all things starch.
Wow. That was harder than you might imagine.
I hope you still like me after reading all that.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
A Small Whine
It's Wednesday, which is the official day for whining. But given the nature of my whine, it's all a bit hypocritical.
Anyway, onward (and downward). I definitely buy into the not-blogging-about-work thing because you just never know when that could turn around and bite you in the ass. That said, I feel like I must say a little piece about one of my co-workers. I know everyone must have worked with someone similar at some point. You know the person I'm talking about, the person who no matter how good your mood when you arrive at work has driven you to the depths of despair by the time you leave.
Complaining, whining, grumbling, sighing. Etc, etc. Everything is miserable, everyone is stupid.
And then there's the nail clipping, finger sucking, burbing, non-stop eating...
Please tell me you want to share an office space with this individual. Please? I'll be more than happy to donate them.
Anyway, onward (and downward). I definitely buy into the not-blogging-about-work thing because you just never know when that could turn around and bite you in the ass. That said, I feel like I must say a little piece about one of my co-workers. I know everyone must have worked with someone similar at some point. You know the person I'm talking about, the person who no matter how good your mood when you arrive at work has driven you to the depths of despair by the time you leave.
Complaining, whining, grumbling, sighing. Etc, etc. Everything is miserable, everyone is stupid.
And then there's the nail clipping, finger sucking, burbing, non-stop eating...
Please tell me you want to share an office space with this individual. Please? I'll be more than happy to donate them.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Geeky Enough
While wandering through the archives over at Repressed Librarian's, I happened up this quiz. I can report that I've scored a 14, which I do believe makes me Geeky Enough to be a Librarian.
(And yes, I know I already posted today. So kill me, why don't you?)
(And yes, I know I already posted today. So kill me, why don't you?)
Keeping up with the Joneses
In a ploy to appear as if we care, my fiance and I did some hasty raking last night at sunset. We created huge mounds of leaves along the road on both sides of the driveway. Of course, we didn't even make a dent in what has to be done. But the point was to show the neighbors that we are at least putting some effort into it. Ha. I asked him to remember when we do any planting in the future, we should stick to evergreens.
We weren't able to work on the yard earlier (oh darn) because we had tickets to the basketball game. It was only the second exhibition game of the season and barely drew a crowd. It was a snoozer to watch because they whomped the opposition so thoroughly, but I do love the excitement of a live game. I don't think I've heard the arena that quiet since the day I watched my high school football team play there over 12 years ago.
I'm not really a big sports person, so don't worry about having to wade through a lot of sports-related posts. I do like "our" basketball team, but besides that I pretty much limit my sports watching to Grand Slam tennis and le Tour de France. I am fanatical about le Tour, actually. Consider yourself warned.
We weren't able to work on the yard earlier (oh darn) because we had tickets to the basketball game. It was only the second exhibition game of the season and barely drew a crowd. It was a snoozer to watch because they whomped the opposition so thoroughly, but I do love the excitement of a live game. I don't think I've heard the arena that quiet since the day I watched my high school football team play there over 12 years ago.
I'm not really a big sports person, so don't worry about having to wade through a lot of sports-related posts. I do like "our" basketball team, but besides that I pretty much limit my sports watching to Grand Slam tennis and le Tour de France. I am fanatical about le Tour, actually. Consider yourself warned.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
My Saturday as a Plumber's Assistant
After a morning spent casually (lazily?) doing research for my poster project, I went to the "new" house to meet Dad & Deb.
On Thursday night I had discovered a leak beneath the kitchen sink which had pooled onto the floor. My fiance eventually shut off the water main, since after searching high and low we discovered that there are no shut-off valves anywhere in the house (besides the one my father had installed on the toilet years ago).
This was disturbing me because how could we clean without water?
So we met at the house to discuss our options, and then Dad tackled the task of removing the old faucet. It was a messy, difficult job. If he was a swearing man, this would've been the time and place. He even resorted to sawing at things with a bread knife.
From there we went to Home Depot and put my credit card to good use: a kitchen faucet and a bathroom faucet.
Some seven hours later, the kitchen faucet and the new shut-off valves were successfully installed, but the bathroom faucet had to be put on hold. The old trap wouldn't line up, and by that point all of the hardware stores were long closed.
The faucets are pretty and shiny and new! Our next plumbing job will be the bathtub, which scares the pants off me.
On Thursday night I had discovered a leak beneath the kitchen sink which had pooled onto the floor. My fiance eventually shut off the water main, since after searching high and low we discovered that there are no shut-off valves anywhere in the house (besides the one my father had installed on the toilet years ago).
This was disturbing me because how could we clean without water?
So we met at the house to discuss our options, and then Dad tackled the task of removing the old faucet. It was a messy, difficult job. If he was a swearing man, this would've been the time and place. He even resorted to sawing at things with a bread knife.
From there we went to Home Depot and put my credit card to good use: a kitchen faucet and a bathroom faucet.
Some seven hours later, the kitchen faucet and the new shut-off valves were successfully installed, but the bathroom faucet had to be put on hold. The old trap wouldn't line up, and by that point all of the hardware stores were long closed.
The faucets are pretty and shiny and new! Our next plumbing job will be the bathtub, which scares the pants off me.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Not So Patiently Waiting
One of my best girlfriends was scheduled for an induction with her second baby yesterday. I am so anxious to hear how everything went and if little Evie has arrived.
But Emily must have her space, so I will wait to hear from her. I'd like to be calling, but I know her so well.
It's a good thing we don't live in the same city anymore. How could I possibly stay away from the hospital? She doesn't even tell her family when she's gone into labor until after the baby is born.
If it was me, and she lived nearby, I'd want her in the delivery room! Each to their own, of course.
And so I wait.
But Emily must have her space, so I will wait to hear from her. I'd like to be calling, but I know her so well.
It's a good thing we don't live in the same city anymore. How could I possibly stay away from the hospital? She doesn't even tell her family when she's gone into labor until after the baby is born.
If it was me, and she lived nearby, I'd want her in the delivery room! Each to their own, of course.
And so I wait.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Public Service Announcement
When you come to a stop at a red light and you are the first in line, please be sure you pull far enough up to trip the light. Yes, some lights are actually trip lights. That means that if you don't trip them, you will never get the green. In fact, many stoplights in our city function this way. So Pull! Up!
And, if by chance, you forget to pull up to a reasonable position and you have to sit through an extra cycle, please pay attention and take into consideration that you are responsible being at the front of the line. There should never be an occasion where the light cycles 3! or 4! times before you figure out that you are an Ass!, and are making many people late to work.
Pull! Up! you freakin' moron. Trip the freakin' light already.
And if you are the next car in line when this occurs, I am holding you personally responsible for not climbing in their trunk or honking or doing something else to bring it to their attention that they need to Pull! Up!. Therefore you are also an Ass!
End of message.
And, if by chance, you forget to pull up to a reasonable position and you have to sit through an extra cycle, please pay attention and take into consideration that you are responsible being at the front of the line. There should never be an occasion where the light cycles 3! or 4! times before you figure out that you are an Ass!, and are making many people late to work.
Pull! Up! you freakin' moron. Trip the freakin' light already.
And if you are the next car in line when this occurs, I am holding you personally responsible for not climbing in their trunk or honking or doing something else to bring it to their attention that they need to Pull! Up!. Therefore you are also an Ass!
End of message.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Halloween
OK, here's the afore mentioned post.
The picture I happened upon while cleaning shows some of the kids that attended our Halloween party in 1981. Since they are in costume and it was some 25 years ago, I won't bother identifying them here. I am Holly Hobby in the center, standing next to the clown (who was my first boyfriend!). The witch to my right is my sister.
The picture I happened upon while cleaning shows some of the kids that attended our Halloween party in 1981. Since they are in costume and it was some 25 years ago, I won't bother identifying them here. I am Holly Hobby in the center, standing next to the clown (who was my first boyfriend!). The witch to my right is my sister.
You can find Mary's Halloween pictures here and here.
You can see BerryBird and SodaBoy here.
Thanks for participating! If I missed anyone, let me know and I'll add you.
Happy Halloween!
Monday, October 30, 2006
My neighbors, the pod people
I really dislike coming home in the near dark to discover that our yard is practically the only one in our neighborhood that hasn't been raked within an inch of its life.
We had strong wind with gusts over 50 mph this past weekend. When I left for work this morning every yard was strewn with leaves and sticks. Somehow, while my fiance and I were working, everyone else in the neighborhood found the time to clean their yards. The gremlin next door went so far as to blow the leaves on our side about 8 feet back from his chain link fence. Why didn't he just blow them in a big old pile by the side of the road for us if he was going to go to all that effort?
Yesterday, as we pulled out of the driveway, I happened to glance in his direction (something I rarely do for fear of the dreaded Direct Eye Contact) to see him heave an armful of sticks that he'd been picking up in his yard over the fence into ours. I am so ready not to live next to these people. How do they all lead lives that allow them to spend so much time grooming their freakishly uniform yards?
Am I really supposed to go out there in the dark after work to rake leaves and pick up sticks? Not bloody likely, my friends.
We had strong wind with gusts over 50 mph this past weekend. When I left for work this morning every yard was strewn with leaves and sticks. Somehow, while my fiance and I were working, everyone else in the neighborhood found the time to clean their yards. The gremlin next door went so far as to blow the leaves on our side about 8 feet back from his chain link fence. Why didn't he just blow them in a big old pile by the side of the road for us if he was going to go to all that effort?
Yesterday, as we pulled out of the driveway, I happened to glance in his direction (something I rarely do for fear of the dreaded Direct Eye Contact) to see him heave an armful of sticks that he'd been picking up in his yard over the fence into ours. I am so ready not to live next to these people. How do they all lead lives that allow them to spend so much time grooming their freakishly uniform yards?
Am I really supposed to go out there in the dark after work to rake leaves and pick up sticks? Not bloody likely, my friends.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
"Slabs of Chocolate"
I have learned yet another one of life's many lessons:
Stocking up on Halloween candy the week before is only a good idea if you get a kind that you don't like!
They are the perfect thing to take to work for that hankering you always get mid-afternoon, or to munch on when you get home without risk of spoiling your dinner, or late in the evening when you only want a few bites of something delicious. My poor fiance will just have to buy more before Tuesday.
Stocking up on Halloween candy the week before is only a good idea if you get a kind that you don't like!
They are the perfect thing to take to work for that hankering you always get mid-afternoon, or to munch on when you get home without risk of spoiling your dinner, or late in the evening when you only want a few bites of something delicious. My poor fiance will just have to buy more before Tuesday.
Friday, October 27, 2006
One Year
Today is my one year anniversary at this job. I had worked in the same office for the previous two "busy seasons," but last year I was hired on permanently. It may not be my dream job, but it has security and benefits. If you had told me in college that I would have a job riding a desk and staring at a computer screen all day long, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am.
Happy anniversary to me. This calls for chocolate.
And if you were patiently waiting for brilliant posts to resume after the stress of the paper faded, I hate to disappoint you. I haven't bothered working myself up into a stress-related froth over the poster session yet (that day will come, don't worry), but I feel very uninspired. Nothing witty this way comes.
Happy anniversary to me. This calls for chocolate.
And if you were patiently waiting for brilliant posts to resume after the stress of the paper faded, I hate to disappoint you. I haven't bothered working myself up into a stress-related froth over the poster session yet (that day will come, don't worry), but I feel very uninspired. Nothing witty this way comes.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
I need to stop taking these quizzes
Your Quirk Factor: 53% |
 You're a pretty quirky person, but you're just normal enough to hide it. Congratulations - you've fooled other people into thinking you're just like them! |
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Class-related stuff
Well, I finally heard from my partner after yet another (more panicky) email. We've exchanged rough drafts. Hopefully, the ball is rolling and we can finish this tonight. Oh, the optimism.
I find I am not much for blogging when I am overly stressed, so perhaps after tomorrow's class I can relax a smidge. Although then I may just transfer my stress to the upcoming poster project who's due date is fast approaching.
I have, however, finally decided what class I will try to register for for the spring semester: an intro to Digital Libraries class. I say "try" because it is an online class that will only be open to campus-based students after the distance ones get their whack at it. Don't worry, I have some back-up plans.
I find I am not much for blogging when I am overly stressed, so perhaps after tomorrow's class I can relax a smidge. Although then I may just transfer my stress to the upcoming poster project who's due date is fast approaching.
I have, however, finally decided what class I will try to register for for the spring semester: an intro to Digital Libraries class. I say "try" because it is an online class that will only be open to campus-based students after the distance ones get their whack at it. Don't worry, I have some back-up plans.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
When can I panic?
I would like to point out to anyone who may not know this, if you have a group paper due in three days and you have made no attempt to respond to your partner's pleas via email, then you suck!
I mean really. We are supposed to submit one paper. How can we do that if you continue to ignore me? I have now written a rough draft of said paper, but I would like your feedback and involvement. Is that too much to ask for?
I mean really. We are supposed to submit one paper. How can we do that if you continue to ignore me? I have now written a rough draft of said paper, but I would like your feedback and involvement. Is that too much to ask for?
Friday, October 20, 2006
What might have been
I have a tendency to dwell on things past. As a result, I've been thinking about the way my life could've turned out had some of the decisions I've made been different.
~ I might've received my bachelor's degree from Boston University in Marine Biology.
~ I might've stayed with the field of Environmental Interpretation and be working at some really cool park or nature center.
~ I might be living in Florida and not be dreading the coming winter.
~ I might be a Navy wife living in California.
~ I might be a nurse working at a local hospital.
Intellectually, I know that it does me no good to dwell on the past, but at the same time I can't help but think reflecting on some of the decisions I've made could help me better weigh my options when presented with my next life-changing moment.
~ I might've received my bachelor's degree from Boston University in Marine Biology.
~ I might've stayed with the field of Environmental Interpretation and be working at some really cool park or nature center.
~ I might be living in Florida and not be dreading the coming winter.
~ I might be a Navy wife living in California.
~ I might be a nurse working at a local hospital.
Intellectually, I know that it does me no good to dwell on the past, but at the same time I can't help but think reflecting on some of the decisions I've made could help me better weigh my options when presented with my next life-changing moment.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
You were how old?!
Last night I met for the first time with the other 3 students I will be working with on our poster project. The issue we will be presenting is "Preservation vs Access." We came up with a rough sketch of our poster and a graphical theme. We split the group into pairs to make it easier to orchestrate the research end. And we did some chatting and getting-to-know-you small talk.
It was really nice. It's been a long time since I had the opportunity to meet new young, intelligent people with similar interests. I definitely lucked out with my group in that I actually like all of them.
At one point we were chatting about a local bar that one of them frequents by campus. It brought back a lot of memories, and I remarked how the last time I'd been there was in 1998. One of the girls in the group said very quietly, "I was 13 in 1998."
Dang.
It was really nice. It's been a long time since I had the opportunity to meet new young, intelligent people with similar interests. I definitely lucked out with my group in that I actually like all of them.
At one point we were chatting about a local bar that one of them frequents by campus. It brought back a lot of memories, and I remarked how the last time I'd been there was in 1998. One of the girls in the group said very quietly, "I was 13 in 1998."
Dang.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Why I Want to be a Librarian...
So I don't have to pay $59.99 for this kick-ass costume from Target.
(There was an interesting discussion over at the Library Garden on this costume last Friday. I find myself agreeing with Peter Bromberg's take on the whole thing. Check it out.)
Because, obviously, they must issue these uniforms along with the MLS degree.
I expected better from Target. Besides, what do the male librarians wear?(There was an interesting discussion over at the Library Garden on this costume last Friday. I find myself agreeing with Peter Bromberg's take on the whole thing. Check it out.)
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Soup Lover, I am
One of the things I miss most about my last job was that it was located downtown, right near a little bakery. Not only do they make the best chewy, yeasty, moist loaf of bread, they also make damn good soup during the non-summer months. They make one variety every day. Take it or leave it. When it's gone, it's gone. Try back tomorrow.
I wouldn't say that I am a picky eater. But I would say that, generally speaking, there are a few things I would avoid in a soup, like hot spices, sausage, or beans, for example. When it comes to Pasta's soup though, I would try almost any of them, because they are that good. Always. Plus, they give you a hunk of that delicious bread, which is prefect to dip in the broth or to ladle a bit of the soup into your open mouth. Have a napkin handy to wipe your chin. It also works well to moderate that extra bit of spice you thought you wouldn't like.
Now that it is cooler outside, I can't help but think about and miss the wonderful soup from Pasta's. My gourmet shrimp bisque from Wegman's is yummy, but it's no mushroom and barley or chicken and rice or, well, you get the point.
I wouldn't say that I am a picky eater. But I would say that, generally speaking, there are a few things I would avoid in a soup, like hot spices, sausage, or beans, for example. When it comes to Pasta's soup though, I would try almost any of them, because they are that good. Always. Plus, they give you a hunk of that delicious bread, which is prefect to dip in the broth or to ladle a bit of the soup into your open mouth. Have a napkin handy to wipe your chin. It also works well to moderate that extra bit of spice you thought you wouldn't like.
Now that it is cooler outside, I can't help but think about and miss the wonderful soup from Pasta's. My gourmet shrimp bisque from Wegman's is yummy, but it's no mushroom and barley or chicken and rice or, well, you get the point.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Working Hard
Over the weekend I spent 10 hours working at the new house, 6 on Saturday and 4 on Sunday. My eyes are burning, my sinuses are plugged, my nose is like a faucet, and my lungs are filled with crud (cough, cough). I can't face going back there tonight, but I know I should. If only to get a couple of the many bags of trash to put out with ours here for pick-up tomorrow. My over-stimulated mucus membranes need a break.
I'd like to do some of my homework, but unfortunately I left the two readings and the quiz material at work where I'd been hoping to look at them during lunch. But eating vending machine chips in 4 minutes before dashing off to a meeting isn't conducive to studying.
*** I found a picture of me taken on Halloween, 1981 while cleaning in my old bedroom Saturday. I plan to scan it and post it on the 31st of this month. If you would like to post an old childhood photo of yourself in costume that day, please let me know and I will provide a link to your picture in my post (kind of like Beth did over at A Cup of Coffey). ***
I'd like to do some of my homework, but unfortunately I left the two readings and the quiz material at work where I'd been hoping to look at them during lunch. But eating vending machine chips in 4 minutes before dashing off to a meeting isn't conducive to studying.
*** I found a picture of me taken on Halloween, 1981 while cleaning in my old bedroom Saturday. I plan to scan it and post it on the 31st of this month. If you would like to post an old childhood photo of yourself in costume that day, please let me know and I will provide a link to your picture in my post (kind of like Beth did over at A Cup of Coffey). ***
Saturday, October 14, 2006
The Comfort Meme
courtesy of jo(e):
Comfort Beverage:
English Breakfast tea with milk and sugar
Comfort Chair:
I guess my loveseat, but it's not something I think about.
Comfort Read:
The Anne of Green Gables books by L.M. Montgomery
Comfort Television/Music/Movie:
Law & Order or General Hospital
anything by the Dead
The Sound of Music
Comfort Companions:
Emily, my mom, my sister
Comfort Beverage:
English Breakfast tea with milk and sugar
Comfort Chair:
I guess my loveseat, but it's not something I think about.
Comfort Read:
The Anne of Green Gables books by L.M. Montgomery
Comfort Television/Music/Movie:
Law & Order or General Hospital
anything by the Dead
The Sound of Music
Comfort Companions:
Emily, my mom, my sister
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Pre-Class Tour
Last night, prior to the start of class, we had an optional tour of an audio laboratory & archive located in a small building on campus that I'd never even noticed existed. It's not a field that I have any particular interest in, but I figured it would still be a worthwhile experience.
The tour itself was only 45 minutes and we ended up only making it into two rooms. We, unfortunately, did not get into the archives themselves before running out of time. The sound room had tons of elaborate equipment and Escher-esque walls. The sound engineer demonstrated how audio quality can be improved on old albums and celluloid or wax cylinders.
The best part of the tour was getting to hear a cylinder played on a gramophone (you know, the thing with the big flower-like speaker). That was very cool.
The tour itself was only 45 minutes and we ended up only making it into two rooms. We, unfortunately, did not get into the archives themselves before running out of time. The sound room had tons of elaborate equipment and Escher-esque walls. The sound engineer demonstrated how audio quality can be improved on old albums and celluloid or wax cylinders.
The best part of the tour was getting to hear a cylinder played on a gramophone (you know, the thing with the big flower-like speaker). That was very cool.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
My Day Off
I took the day off today for two stupid reasons:
a) I had not managed to do my homework for the one class I am taking that meets tonight. Hello, time management issues? I can't seem to find time for work, class, the new dog, sleep, and my fiance. My fiance and my classwork seem to be getting the shaft these days. And class will be picking up big-time in the next week or two with a paper and the group poster assignment. It's looking bad for my fiance if I can't figure out how to organize my time better.
And
b) Paulie got neutered yesterday and I was worried about him cooped up in the kennel all day with nothing to do but lick his two (yes, two) wounds. The darling little "free" dog was in possession of a cryptorchid (an undescended testicle), which jacked up the overall bill for the vet an additional $143. It's really too bad he's so cute and lovable. Sigh. And potentially more worrisome is the EKG abnormalities that will require further investigation. So much for free. (But I love him! Hug, hug.)
a) I had not managed to do my homework for the one class I am taking that meets tonight. Hello, time management issues? I can't seem to find time for work, class, the new dog, sleep, and my fiance. My fiance and my classwork seem to be getting the shaft these days. And class will be picking up big-time in the next week or two with a paper and the group poster assignment. It's looking bad for my fiance if I can't figure out how to organize my time better.
And
b) Paulie got neutered yesterday and I was worried about him cooped up in the kennel all day with nothing to do but lick his two (yes, two) wounds. The darling little "free" dog was in possession of a cryptorchid (an undescended testicle), which jacked up the overall bill for the vet an additional $143. It's really too bad he's so cute and lovable. Sigh. And potentially more worrisome is the EKG abnormalities that will require further investigation. So much for free. (But I love him! Hug, hug.)
Monday, October 09, 2006
Cake Batter!!!
I was introduced to the most heavenly ice cream this weekend. At the ice cream chain where you pick the flavor you want and the add-ins you want, and they smush it all up for you on a big slab of cold marble. You know the place. I was informed I simply had to try the cake batter ice cream. So I got that with strawberries and graham cracker pie crust. Fantastic!
This coming from someone who used to mix up brownie batter and store it in tupperware containers in the fridge for snacking (or breakfast), raw eggs and all. In college, I kept a tub of the dry mix for brownies or cake in the kitchen and would eat spoonfuls of that (yes, dry). I've also been known to stash tubs of store-bought frosting in my bedroom. Please don't actually bake those cookies!
So you can see why this ice cream is perfect for me. And you can see why it's a good thing the ice cream shop is at the dreaded evil mall and always has a dreaded long line.
But YUMMY. (I want some right now. Can you tell?)
This coming from someone who used to mix up brownie batter and store it in tupperware containers in the fridge for snacking (or breakfast), raw eggs and all. In college, I kept a tub of the dry mix for brownies or cake in the kitchen and would eat spoonfuls of that (yes, dry). I've also been known to stash tubs of store-bought frosting in my bedroom. Please don't actually bake those cookies!
So you can see why this ice cream is perfect for me. And you can see why it's a good thing the ice cream shop is at the dreaded evil mall and always has a dreaded long line.
But YUMMY. (I want some right now. Can you tell?)
Friday, October 06, 2006
Not Ready
On my second trip outside with Paulie this morning, we walked about halfway down the block. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was bright, the air was crisp and cool (about 39 degrees F). A red maple was in full glory, the crimson leaves still clinging to the branches and settling on the dew-covered ground. I counted the houses I walked past whose furnaces were sending plumes of steam above the roofs. I love mornings. But I'm not ready to turn the furnace on.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
A Pleasant Surprise
I sooo did not want to go to class last night. I was sooo tired that the very thought of a 3 hour class sounded like pure torture.
But just to show me that life is never predictable, class was very satisfying. We had two guest lecturers from Academic Libraries, and one of them turned out to be the director of the library from my undergrad institution. I worked for her for 3 years through the work-study program.
I hadn't seen her in over 8 years, so that alone would've been a nice enough treat. But, as it turns out, she is a delightfully funny and dynamic lecturer. She turned a description of how she got to where she is today into a captivating and amusing lecture. I wish all professors had such well-defined senses of humor.
Plus, she specifically mentioned me by name, saying it was nice to see former student workers in the classroom. Warm fuzzies.
But just to show me that life is never predictable, class was very satisfying. We had two guest lecturers from Academic Libraries, and one of them turned out to be the director of the library from my undergrad institution. I worked for her for 3 years through the work-study program.
I hadn't seen her in over 8 years, so that alone would've been a nice enough treat. But, as it turns out, she is a delightfully funny and dynamic lecturer. She turned a description of how she got to where she is today into a captivating and amusing lecture. I wish all professors had such well-defined senses of humor.
Plus, she specifically mentioned me by name, saying it was nice to see former student workers in the classroom. Warm fuzzies.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Wednesday Whining
And now for my version of Phantom Scribbler's Wednesday Whining:
* I am so tired. I can't remember the last time I wasn't exhausted. Paulie is still adjusting to his new home and barks on and off all night long. In fact, it appears to be getting worse, not better. Or maybe the exhaustion is making me delusional.
* I haven't finished the reading which is due by class tonight. Nor do I expect to, since my only opportunity will be during lunch today. And since I haven't finished the reading, I can't very well participate in the discussion on WebCT. And yes, class participation is a large portion of the overall grade.
* I have to be involved in 3 interviews for temporary staff today. But I doubt anyone will actually listen to my opinion, so it feels like a waste of my time. (Especially when I could be doing my reading for class...)
* The open-ended house situation is stressing me out. I need to know when I should be requesting days off, when to rent the dumpster, when it will be OK to arrange for the trim work to be done without causing disturbances. I'm itching to get to work because there's so much to be done. I want to be in the new house before the snow flies. Last time we moved it was in February and that just sucked. Plain and simple. Sucked.
* Between work and class, I no longer have time to get any exercise. Not that I was a big exerciser before, but I like to take the occasional walk, and now I am limited to wandering around the yard trying to mentally force Paulie to go potty. Which, as you can imagine, doesn't work very well and isn't exactly aerobic in nature.
* I also have no time for recreational reading, which is why I still haven't finished my Banned Book Week selection, The Sun Also Rises.
* Have I mentioned that I. Need. Sleep. Badly. No? Well, I do.
* I am so tired. I can't remember the last time I wasn't exhausted. Paulie is still adjusting to his new home and barks on and off all night long. In fact, it appears to be getting worse, not better. Or maybe the exhaustion is making me delusional.
* I haven't finished the reading which is due by class tonight. Nor do I expect to, since my only opportunity will be during lunch today. And since I haven't finished the reading, I can't very well participate in the discussion on WebCT. And yes, class participation is a large portion of the overall grade.
* I have to be involved in 3 interviews for temporary staff today. But I doubt anyone will actually listen to my opinion, so it feels like a waste of my time. (Especially when I could be doing my reading for class...)
* The open-ended house situation is stressing me out. I need to know when I should be requesting days off, when to rent the dumpster, when it will be OK to arrange for the trim work to be done without causing disturbances. I'm itching to get to work because there's so much to be done. I want to be in the new house before the snow flies. Last time we moved it was in February and that just sucked. Plain and simple. Sucked.
* Between work and class, I no longer have time to get any exercise. Not that I was a big exerciser before, but I like to take the occasional walk, and now I am limited to wandering around the yard trying to mentally force Paulie to go potty. Which, as you can imagine, doesn't work very well and isn't exactly aerobic in nature.
* I also have no time for recreational reading, which is why I still haven't finished my Banned Book Week selection, The Sun Also Rises.
* Have I mentioned that I. Need. Sleep. Badly. No? Well, I do.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
The New Dog
At a customer's house, my fiance made the acquaintance of Joey, a young Maltese. After spending some time with the happy-go-lucky, lovable dog, his owner offered to give my fiance the little guy. About a week later, and after much thought on the part of both families, the purebread Maltese has joined our family.
We have renamed him Paulie because of the over-use of the name Joe in both of our families. He is adjusting to life with us and our small zoo. Nosey hasn't even seemed to notice him, or doesn't seem to care. Mr. Rochester can't decide if he's a cat or a dog. Vermont, on the other hand, seems fairly alarmed. But he's the baby in the family and has never had a new pet introduced to the family.
Paulie is a little horndog who has a "red teddy" as girlfriend. Hopefully, when we get him neutered, he will lose some of his desires. He is a jolly little companion who looks forward to meeting his extended family when they have the opportunity.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
A Simple Request
Rant on Acceptable Social Behavior: If you have to blow your nose in class, fine. Please do. It is when you honk into your tissue and then open it up to examine the contents that I object. A repeat of said action into the same tissue does not improve the situation. Nor does the digging-with-tissue-covered-finger repeatedly, followed by more inspection. This is not OK. You are a graduate student, which means that you are an adult. Please behave like one.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The Wonders of Modern Technology
As usual, when it comes to things technology-related, I am a bit slow to get in the game. But once in, I do fully appreciate the wonders of modern technology. I resisted the digital camera craze until my mother (the proud owner of trillions of digital cameras herself) gave me the Kodak Easy-Share. And easy, it is. Easy to download, easy to print, easy to take snapshots with (for real photography though, I wouldn't recommend it).
My most recent addition to the collection of technological wonders comes in the form of a cordless optical mouse. Yes, I know that these are nothing new. Afterall, both of my baby boomer parents own them. I broke down and bought one this past Saturday (like chocolate, it was futile to resist), and I love it! I also had to buy a USB hub so that I could run everything without swapping cords. A mere week or two ago I didn't even know these existed.
Of course, I also just saw those USB keychain doo-hickeys in action for the first time two weeks ago. Where have I been? And how can I justify buying one?
My most recent addition to the collection of technological wonders comes in the form of a cordless optical mouse. Yes, I know that these are nothing new. Afterall, both of my baby boomer parents own them. I broke down and bought one this past Saturday (like chocolate, it was futile to resist), and I love it! I also had to buy a USB hub so that I could run everything without swapping cords. A mere week or two ago I didn't even know these existed.
Of course, I also just saw those USB keychain doo-hickeys in action for the first time two weeks ago. Where have I been? And how can I justify buying one?
Monday, September 25, 2006
In Honor of Banned Book Week
As someone who believes in everyone's freedom to choose what they want to read, I am celebrating Banned Book week by reading one of the many books that has been challenged over the years. It is not listed on the top 100 list, but it is mentioned as one of the frequently challenged books on Google Book Search. I decided it was about time I read some Hemingway, so The Sun Also Rises became my Banned Book selection for 2006.
I am just about halfway through it and have run across what I can assume is some of the questionable content. I think that if people find certain things offensive in the books they read or that their children read, it provides a perfect learning opportunity.
I am just about halfway through it and have run across what I can assume is some of the questionable content. I think that if people find certain things offensive in the books they read or that their children read, it provides a perfect learning opportunity.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
A Morning Ramble on Autumn
I slept until 10:00 this morning! Certainly it's been years since I did that. But I sure was tired. Not from doing anything, mind you. That would be so unlike me. Just from a week's worth of not getting enough sleep every night. I'm one of those must-have-a-minimum-of-8-hours-a-night people.
It's officially Autumn now. But all it's doing day after day is raining. I would like some crisp, dry weather so I can do fall things, like apple picking. I am a huge fan of all things agricultural. I love watching the farm fields through the seasons. Right now the corn that still stands is that dry, papery, bleached-looking tan. The soybean fields have turned golden. I'm sure there's pick-your-own pumpkin patches doing their thing, but I haven't been out that far. More rain forecasted for tomorrow.
I've finshed my English Breakfast tea, so I will spare you any more natterings and attempt to go do something productive.
It's officially Autumn now. But all it's doing day after day is raining. I would like some crisp, dry weather so I can do fall things, like apple picking. I am a huge fan of all things agricultural. I love watching the farm fields through the seasons. Right now the corn that still stands is that dry, papery, bleached-looking tan. The soybean fields have turned golden. I'm sure there's pick-your-own pumpkin patches doing their thing, but I haven't been out that far. More rain forecasted for tomorrow.
I've finshed my English Breakfast tea, so I will spare you any more natterings and attempt to go do something productive.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Another Way in Which I am Green
Our office took part in a team-building, touchy-feely session hosted by the Human Resources department yesterday afternoon. Among other activities, we completed the Strength Deployment Inventory (SDI). My results put me squarely in the Green: Analytic-Autonomizing category.
Valued Relating style:
-Being objective
-Being right
-Being principled
-Being in control of one's emotions
-Being practical
-Being cautious and thorough
-Being fair
-Being resolute
-Being serious
-Being their own "judge and jury"
-Being their "own person"
-Thinking things through before acting
There was lots more to it, but one interesting point was:
You feel distant from and contemptuous of people who... never seem to take anything seriously; try to push their help on you or try to push you to do things their way.
It's like an elaborate horoscope. But I like being GREEN.
Valued Relating style:
-Being objective
-Being right
-Being principled
-Being in control of one's emotions
-Being practical
-Being cautious and thorough
-Being fair
-Being resolute
-Being serious
-Being their own "judge and jury"
-Being their "own person"
-Thinking things through before acting
There was lots more to it, but one interesting point was:
You feel distant from and contemptuous of people who... never seem to take anything seriously; try to push their help on you or try to push you to do things their way.
It's like an elaborate horoscope. But I like being GREEN.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Random Bullets
* I'm afraid that what I thought were just allergies may well be developing into a cold.
* I am beyond bored. Work is lame.
* It took me an hour to mow less than half of the lawn last night. It's mid-September, when is the grass going to slow down with all this growing?
* According to the neighborhood gossip-lady, a 16 year old boy who lives on the back side of our block pulled a gun in someone's face. After being released (why?!), he then beat his little sister over the head with a wrench. And yes, apparently he's been released again. Lovely. My fiance has asked me not to go walking past their house. I've had this boy and his cronies follow me while I'm out walking, whistling and making crude comments. I thought that was bad enough. Clearly, I was mistaken.
* My class has been moved to a new (literally) classroom. Hopefully, this one will be more spacious and comfortable. And have a rear entrance. LOL
* I love this time of the TV watching year when all the new shows premiere. I also love that Fox starts their shows earlier. I am so hooked on Prison Break and Vanished. Two thumbs up for the serial dramas.
* This bra is evil. I can't wait to get home and take. it. off.
* I am beyond bored. Work is lame.
* It took me an hour to mow less than half of the lawn last night. It's mid-September, when is the grass going to slow down with all this growing?
* According to the neighborhood gossip-lady, a 16 year old boy who lives on the back side of our block pulled a gun in someone's face. After being released (why?!), he then beat his little sister over the head with a wrench. And yes, apparently he's been released again. Lovely. My fiance has asked me not to go walking past their house. I've had this boy and his cronies follow me while I'm out walking, whistling and making crude comments. I thought that was bad enough. Clearly, I was mistaken.
* My class has been moved to a new (literally) classroom. Hopefully, this one will be more spacious and comfortable. And have a rear entrance. LOL
* I love this time of the TV watching year when all the new shows premiere. I also love that Fox starts their shows earlier. I am so hooked on Prison Break and Vanished. Two thumbs up for the serial dramas.
* This bra is evil. I can't wait to get home and take. it. off.
Monday, September 18, 2006
In Memory
I just learned that Walking Boy has died from injuries sustained in a car crash over the weekend.
He was a neighbor that my fiance and I both enjoyed seeing on a daily basis. We did not know him well, but his presence will be missed even by us.
My thoughts are with his family. I can't begin to imagine how they are feeling.
He was a neighbor that my fiance and I both enjoyed seeing on a daily basis. We did not know him well, but his presence will be missed even by us.
My thoughts are with his family. I can't begin to imagine how they are feeling.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Second Home Nature Center
After reading chapter 8 and taking the on-line quiz, I decided I had better get outside to take advantage of the perfect weather. My fiance did not share those same concerns, so I went solo to Second Home Nature Center.
I walked around the lake, encountering many people who were anxious to soak up every bit of the warmth before the seasons officially change. In the bog and along the shoreline, you could see evidence of things to come.
Each and everytime I make my way to the nature center for a solo walk, I am again reminded of what it seems that I've forgotten. That my body and soul crave to be there. The sights, the sounds, the smells. They all leave me feeling replenished and washed clean.
How can I let so much time pass between visits? I used to go there daily, but now I'm lucky if I manage to get out there once every couple months. I need to try harder. Bottom line.
I walked around the lake, encountering many people who were anxious to soak up every bit of the warmth before the seasons officially change. In the bog and along the shoreline, you could see evidence of things to come.
Each and everytime I make my way to the nature center for a solo walk, I am again reminded of what it seems that I've forgotten. That my body and soul crave to be there. The sights, the sounds, the smells. They all leave me feeling replenished and washed clean.
How can I let so much time pass between visits? I used to go there daily, but now I'm lucky if I manage to get out there once every couple months. I need to try harder. Bottom line.
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