Sunday, December 31, 2006
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
Monday, December 25, 2006
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
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
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
Did I anger you Beta creature? Am I not worthy?
Monday, December 18, 2006
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.
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
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.
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
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
China's new restrictions on adopting:
Saturday, December 09, 2006
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
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
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.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
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
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
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.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Monday, November 13, 2006
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.
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
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
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
(And yes, I know I already posted today. So kill me, why don't you?)
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
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
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
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
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 see BerryBird and SodaBoy here.
Thanks for participating! If I missed anyone, let me know and I'll add you.
Monday, October 30, 2006
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
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
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
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
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
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
~ 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
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."
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
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
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
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
English Breakfast tea with milk and sugar
I guess my loveseat, but it's not something I think about.
The Anne of Green Gables books by L.M. Montgomery
Law & Order or General Hospital
anything by the Dead
The Sound of Music
Emily, my mom, my sister
Thursday, October 12, 2006
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
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.
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
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
Thursday, October 05, 2006
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
* 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
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
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
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
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
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
Valued Relating style:
-Being in control of one's emotions
-Being cautious and thorough
-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
* 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
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
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.