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.

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!

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?

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.

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.

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?

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Thursday, November 16, 2006


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?

Tuesday, November 14, 2006


I had my follow-up sonogram this afternoon. The technician found cysts on both ovaries and suggested I might have polycystic ovary syndrome.


Monday, November 13, 2006


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.

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.

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.

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.

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?)

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.

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.

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.

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.