Wednesday, January 31, 2007
In the article, it discusses how men experience a loss of mystery and attraction to their lady friends after seeing them go through labor.
I would like to point out that seeing a man clip his toenails can have a similar effect.
Some things should not be shared. There is such a thing as being too close. Because when things get cozy, I can't help it if my brain pictures the bad things instead of the good.
So, I would propose a solution. If you could leave the livingroom for clipping and picking, I will do my tweezing and waxing behind closed doors.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
All the cons aside, I do have a page and I do enjoy browsing around from time to time. I like that you can be a bit voyeuristic without actually interacting with someone unless you want to. And I'm nosy. I like checking up on people I knew 10 years ago.
But I'm not one of those people with 685 "friends." I only add someone if I know them. I've reconnected and stayed in touch with old friends and kept tabs on others. For the most part, it's been limited to people that I have had at least casual communications with over the years.
This past weekend though, I got a message from someone I'd gone to high school with. It's been over 12 years since we've been in touch and longer since we've seen each other. He was someone that meant a great deal to me in high school, and I was thrilled to hear from him.
He's a single dad to two little girls, which is hard to reconcile with the boy who would drive by my house and honk the same pattern just to say hi. Or the boy who mocked me for wearing Birks with no socks at football games when it snowed. Or the boy who stuffed me behind a jukebox when a brawl broke out at the bar he'd taken me to when I was 17.
How did it happen that we're not kids anymore?
Sunday, January 28, 2007
He always wanted me to try surfing, but fortunately our relationship didn't last long enough for him to see that happen. He did take me snorkeling in a freshwater stream for my birthday, which was extremely cool. I won't be sharing those photos though because between the bikini and the mask, it ain't pretty.
We also went to St Augustine, where we climbed the lighthouse.
I was more enthralled with the mechanisms of the light than I was with the fabulous view.
I'd sure like to be looking at that view right now though.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
1) Where were you when the Challenger exploded? (The original question had been "Where were you when Armstrong first walked on the Moon?" Obviously, I was nowhere.) I was in 4th grade, watching the launch on TV.
2) Where were you when you heard Princess Di had died? My senior year of college had just gotten underway. After returning home from a night out at a downtown bar, I turned on Headline News to unwind.
3) Where were you on New Year’s Eve of 1999/2000? Alone in bed, listening to the partying going on around me throughout my apartment complex, and feeling very sorry for myself. Have I mentioned how much I hate New Year's Eve? That year certainly did nothing to change my opinion.
4) Where were you on Sept.11, 2001? I first heard when I got in the car to drive to work. My first thought at hearing the atypical news coverage had been that the president had been killed. I worked all day, even though I thought that they ought to have closed and sent the staff home.
5) Where were you when you first heard about the big 2004 Tsunami? I have absolutely no idea.
6) Where were you when you first heard John Denver had died? (The original question was "Where were you when you first heard that Madonna would go on tour last year?" Um, am I actually supposed to care about this? Not bloody likely.) I was in organic chem my senior year of college. My friend, Forrest, delivered the news of the plane crash.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Live and learn, as they say. Apparently, as I found out today, grades mean nothing when it comes to pay rates (why, oh why, do they have them then?). This job, that I declined an interview for, the job which I was sought out for, would have easily been a $10,000 to $15,000 increase from my current salary.
Hearing that tidbit this morning put me in a bit of a funk. I know there's nothing to be done now, spilled milk and all, so hopefully the next time an opportunity presents itself, I will be more ambitious. How in the heck was I supposed to know though? Really?
Thursday, January 25, 2007
I had decided to park in a different lot, hoping it would get me closer to the building my class is held in. As I hurried away from my car, arms full of books, I heard a distinct and unmistakable sound. The object which had impaled my tire was conveniently located at the top for proper examination and to allow a mad rush of air to escape.
Unable to get a hold of my fiance, I went off to class, knowing full well that my tire would be flat as a pancake by the time I returned. I was late to class (ugh) and then excused myself not long into it to talk to him on my cell and explain where my car was and to tell him what time to meet me (since I was in possession of the only keys to my vehicle).
When I got back to my car, he had already removed the flat and promptly made quick work of installing the donut in its place. Then I had the experience of driving on a donut for the first time all the way home. It actually didn't feel that different, but it still made me nervous. He followed me home and then took my flat off to the gas station where he patched and filled it.
It seems to be holding air and got me to work this morning. Hopefully, it will continue to be secure, so I can avoid buying a new tire. Maybe I'll go check it during lunch, so if there's a problem I can call for help before I get out of work.
And if you're thinking I should've just changed my own damn tire, why? Having him do it makes us both happy. He gets to be the hero, and I get to not have to put forth the effort and to stay clean and relatively warm. Win, win.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
These are a pair of snuggly slipper-feet that had been my grammy's. My feet were especially chilly after getting home from class tonight (more on that tomorrow), so I decided tonight would be a good night to try out the cute slipper-socks.
And to kill two birds with one stone, please also admire my new carpet.
Monday, January 22, 2007
I picked up my textbook and workbook on Saturday after work. The whole textbook industry is such a racket. Why do they have to be so expensive? Is it copyright issues? I did sell back my two books from last semester for a whopping $30.
I managed to resist buying a pair of Uggs, too. How, you ask, is this related to a post on my French class? Especially since the boots in question are quite ugly? Because I felt so out of place being practically the only female not wearing a pair in the sea of 19 year old girls. How do they afford them? I happened to check on-line, and they can run $150-$200. I guess I'll have to keep wearing my snowmocs and being un-cool. It's hard being so easily influenced when it comes to fashion.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
I love the heat. I would take hot and sweaty, wearing as little as possible over painfully cold and bundled in layers any day. I live in perpetual fear of the electric bill, and it is not always convenient to be buried beneath a goose down comforter. Cooking and showering, for instance, are not well-executed while so arranged.
I abhor winter with every cell in my body. I simply can not find one single redeeming characteristic.
So I will present warmer memories instead, both taken during a visit from my mom in May of 2000.
Maybe next time I'm feeling unbearably cold I'll pull out some pictures from my trips to Key West. Or New Orleans in August. Those sure were some hot times.
Hope you're warm and cozy where ever you are. Or that you like this blasted thing called winter.
Friday, January 19, 2007
It's not done. I still need to paint the trim, buy and hang a towel bar, and get the handle put on the vanity door. But it's new, clean, and I picked out the elements that make it the room that it is. And that feels pretty damn good.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Both of my grandparents would sprinkle into conversation the occasional word or phrase of whatever language they felt was appropriate: French, Italian, Spanish, Japanese, German, you name it, you might have heard it.
They travelled Europe fairly extensively after retiring, bringing us girls back small goodies. We would meet them at the airport back in the days when folks still dressed up to travel. Skirts and ties and smiles all around.
It is with Grandpa in mind especially that I chose the class I am taking this semester: French II. I haven't taken francais since high school, when I excelled at it. It was my favorite subject through the years. But Madame G would be sorely disappointed to discover how little I've retained.
I managed to place into French II by virtue of an on-line exam, but after the first class last night I wonder if that was such a good idea. Verb conjugation may be the sticking point.
But last night in class I could hear Grandpa singing opera and quoting Shakespeare and Grandma's cheerful voice calling from the kitchen.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Back inside where it's dry and more or less warm, it's time for English Breakfast tea and blogs.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
On that subject, I managed to get the ceiling of the bathroom primed. And that's it. Ugh.
At least there will be free pizza for lunch. Of course, they usually order that wretched sheet pizza with the thick crust. I like my pizza thin and greasy.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Quite some time ago, I was browsing through Phantom Scribbler's blogroll, looking for new blogs to read. I happened up The Xpat Files where I've been happily lurking. Today I scanned her links and one caught my eye, Dispatches from France. And with that, a whole new world open before my very eyes.
Now I can have travel narratives available at my fingertips and with constant updates. What could be better?
Monday, January 08, 2007
Or to be honest, I want to snuggle with my down comforter on the couch and watch reruns of SVU. No cable though. So much for that idea.
But it was so nice to shower in my brand new shiny white bathtub this morning. And not to have to turn sideways to fit around the bed in the dark. And to be able to walk around in my sock feet.
I can't wait to set up my computer and organize my "office" and put books on the shelves and... and ...
Sunday, January 07, 2007
If the weather holds. Which doesn't look promising. Gray skies...
Anyway, we are planning on moving some of the big furniture items from the old house to the new today (i.e. TV stand, computer desk, dishwasher, coffee table). Ideally, we hope to spend the night there tonight. Although the bathroom has not been painted yet, the shower has been finished and the vanity has been installed.
I've also finished painting all but the trim and the closet in the smallest bedroom. The dumpster finally showed up and the basement has been all but emptied. Everyone feels better about us living there now that the majority of the mold, mildew, and dust has been removed. I'm still leaning towards sloshing bleach over everything on that level though.
The cable will be hooked up on Wednesday, so this could be my last post from the old house. Keep your fingers crossed.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
And speaking of waiting, why oh why did I bust my ass painting just so I could sit around looking at a virtually done house? If it weren't for that damn bathroom, we could move in.
Kitchen table. Check.
Working fridge. Check.
Almost clean oven. Check.
Bathtub drain. Uh no. Crap.
We make do without a vanity in the bathroom, but we can't live without a shower.
(Anti-whine: The forecasted highs are in the 50s. That's the kind of January I can almost deal with.)