stop trying to impress.
must not get hopes up.
im trying too hard.
this is too stressful.
December 2003 Archives
stop trying to impress.
new year, new layout.
highlights from our romantic anniversary evening include:
- discovering 99 is the maximum number of lives allowed in super mario 3 on the original nintendo
- two moments where my stomach stopped hurting and i thought i was healed
- the dog thinking her jumping on our stomachs would help
- and whining back and forth to each other on the couch while fighting for blanket real estate
2003 web design fashion trends in review: background images, unordered lists, and css, oh my!
it started last night with a buzzing behind my eyeballs. at first i attributed it to the kinda spicy turkey fajitas i made for dinner (we still have gobs of turkey left over). it felt like the spice crawled up into my sinuses and decided to bury itself directly behind my eyes.
i fell asleep around 10, and b woke me around 11 - for what, i cannot remember. but i do remember groggily complaining to him about my eyes and my stomach about to explode.
i tossed and turned all night while my stomach did acrobatics of pain. and now im home from work, which is no fun because, obviously, im sick. when i finally got up, i felt great and figured that i would eat, shower, and head to work for half a day.
the moment i stood, i realized leaving the apartment for anything more than relieving the dogs bladder was not going to happen.
plus, b is also sick and still in bed.
i hope there wasnt something wrong with the fajitas.
i hope we dont spend this four day weekend sick.
happy anniversary to us.
spending the past 4.5 days in my husbands pajama pants makes for a rough transition back to Proper Christian Work Attire. already im looking forward to this weekend - yay for another four day weekend.
and whoever invented pajama pants should get a kiss on the lips.
what a depression-filled, wasted saturday.
yesterday was perhaps the weirdest christmas day i have ever experienced, but only because it never really felt like christmas.
through all of the gift opening, the turkey basting, the nutcracker on pbs, the reading of Jesus' birth story, it never really felt like a super special day. though it was a day of firsts.
it was our first christmas at our own place.
our first year of starting our own traditions.
my first try at roasting a turkey.
and making a pumpkin pie.
and making mashed potatoes.
and stuffing. and gravy.
and everything turned out superb, just like B had expected it (his confidence in my cooking is enormous and wonderful) - everything, that is, except the gravy. it was this greasy-lumpity pile of goo that resembled the color of the turkey drippings. we set it out with the rest of the food and promptly ignored its existance.
once the food was set out to eat, i couldnt stop grazing.
from 2ish until 9ish.
at least seven straight hours of putting food in my mouth.
i must have gained 15 pounds yesterday afternoon.
for a gallon of milk and some cool whip:
- 20 minutes in The Line To Enter Grocery Store Parking Lot.
- 15 minutes inching through said parking lot before bailing and amazingly finding a parking lot.
- 10 minutes to grab what i needed and choose a checkout line.
- 10 minutes in checkout line, the checker of which was unusually chipper for such a busy day.
- 15 minutes waiting for someone in The Line To Get Out Of The Parking Lot to let me into it.
- 5 minutes inching through The Line To Get Out Of The Parking Lot.
- 10 minutes following idiot refusing to go over 30mph.
that was insane.
and i dont even like cool whip. or milk.
if you can, i would highly suggest staying home today.
think of the children.
for those concerned, the appointment with the vet went very well.
apparently, schnauzers are prone to gastro-intestinal problems. laceys stems, most likely, from her going for too long without food in her stomach. schnauzers have an eating disorder - if there is food, she will eat it. bowls and bowls and bowls of food, if available. so we ration her intake: the routine is breakfast at 7ish and supper at 6ish.
now her evening meal is split into two smaller meals and she gets to take a pepto bismal tablet with her later meal. she is also on a strict no-rawhide diet for the time being.
and she didnt throw up this morning, so that is good.
we shall see what tomorrow brings.
more is a beautifully animated short film that is depressing as all get out. which means you have to see it. available in quicktime, 16mb.
Dear Betty Crocker,
You have always been so good to me.
I have trusted you for years.
Why have you let me down?
I may need some time... apart.
ball droppings is a fun excercise (work threshold: low) in physics and music. plus its pretty and a kind of addicting. really. and my dog likes how it sounds: she cannot sniff the computer speakers enough.
do you remember the rubber band men? how about fozzie's agent, irving bizarre? who was your favorite character?
merlin's lists of five things is very fun.
it could easily turn into a meme, but i like it as is.
wish i had thought of it.
the hubbys place of employment treated everyone to a wonderfully expensive dinner this weekend at the turtle club - a steak and seafood place located 20 miles from civilization.
i was the only one i saw not wearing pants, and i noticed at least three people glancing at my legs - including one of B's coworkers.
between bites of my battered prawns and bites of the husbands not-that-hot lobster, i swear i saw an its pat convention, consisting of at least four different individuals of questionable gender. and not only did B completely not get my movie reference, he managed to nearly blurt the whole thing to the party.
my hip hurts like i slept all night on the floor, and my knee feels all swolen. its like my body turned 55 sometime during the night.
not to mention the dog waking up vomiting at 5am. this is like the 5th morning in the past week that she has done that, so to the vet we go tomorrow. she needs a booster anyway.
because of all of this, plus a good dose of the should-have-been-done-yesterday scramble, im grumpy.
even after 15 months, my heart still stops when i see the calendar pointing to the 22nd.
johnny cash's desperado - but with monkeys
not as funny as one might expect
xerox customer support hold music consists of every version ever made of Classical Gas. its a good song, but gets a little old after 20 minutes. you know.
while salt scrubs are one of the best bath/shower goodies around, it probably isnt a good idea to use one immediately after shaving. pain.
i should bring a small pot of facial moisturizer to work because i never remember to use it until im sitting at my desk and my face is all tight and itchy.
liquidating our assets.
(high giggle factor)
the sound of the dog harfing is not an ideal way to wake up.
neither is rolling over and swiping a hand through it.
its pretty sad, i know, but
i have our xerox copiers serial number memorized.
yeah, i think giving children nightmares is the best way to get a point across.
while i hate being on the phone with customer service for three hour conversations that resolve absolutely nothing, at least xerox hires some pretty nice people. the people that are at the first level of support usually suck donkey balls, but second level analysts know their stuff. rah.
hows your monday been?
hmmm.... maybe two weeks before christmas isnt really the best time to be bidding on ebay items.
i wish i excercised more.
no, i wished i liked excercise more.
then id do it more.
no, i wish there werent so much past emotional crap associated with excercise, the gym, or any kind of (dis)organized sports. i wish i could stop worrying about when the next jock is going to run past me gloating about his 30 second mile run and asking when im going to run it in under 12 minutes. i wish i could stop knowing that everyone is looking and laughing at how slow im going, or how light the weights are, or how stupid i look. because everyone looks stupid when excercising whether they have 13 spare tires or a 9-pack. i wish i could stop worrying about doing it 'right' and just get to doing it at all.
whoa. where did that come from?
it made me think that maybe i should read my bot-blog more often, but then i realized that post is preceeded by a bush post and i immediately reconsidered.
no one in this office understands a closed office door.
it truly confuses each individual with whom i work; and im not the only one who closes my door.
when a staff member approaches a closed door, one of 4 things happens:
1: peek through the crack (provided the door is not latched) and then come in
2: peek through the crack and whisper 'hello? hello?' then come in
3: peek through the crack, whisper a few hellos, and lightly brush fingertips on the door, then come in
4: come right on in
if a volunteer comes to a closed office door, there is 98.9% guarantee that they will ignore every ettiquite about closed doors and barge right in.
what if i were wrapping their christmas goodie? or lookin at porn? or sacrificing chickens? why do i have to put a 'please knock' sign on my door to ensure i wont be interrupted? were you people raised in a barn!?
what would prompt someone to wear a bunch of bicycle horns on his body and play music with them? it reminds me of something that would have been on the ed sullivan show.
i have found the camera that shall be mine.
but i want the casio ex-z4 model, not the ex-z4u. the one without the 'u' is the international version and has digital video recording capabilities. im going to be trying to get one on ebay for cheap-cheap, but i know that with its popularity that cheap-cheap may not be happening.
not one soul in my office has heard the phrase, bob's your uncle. and not to even mention fanny's your aunt.
once again i am forced to bring fun, culture, and a bit of innapropriateness into the workplace. oh darn.
On The Late Show, Valette engaged in outrageously distasteful duplicity that most Americans found shocking.
ive got a new blog.
the best part, the absolutely best part, is that i dont have to do a thing!
its a new weblog service by the creators of so many other fun little programs. you fill out a little survey with features such as weblog name and a list of interests. the design, content and everything else about it is auto-generated.
i cant wait to see what i post next.
after a quick errand before dinner turned into a 2.5 hour trek through every corner of the city,
and after a newly purchased toy enticed the husband away,
i find myself at home alone.
i think i might like it.
if you were my husbands parents, what would you like for christmas?
id rather be in a hot tub at chena hot springs than sitting in my office with its dreary light and my kinked shoulder.
where would you rather be?
i forgot how good it feels to get back to a workstation of my own. after working with a 'temporary replacement' for the past two months or so, this morning has been heaven as i played with all of the little options and settings. even getting firebird reinstalled again makes it feel oh-so-right.
it was the best car i ever owned.
the first car we ever paid more than $2000 for.
the first car we bought from a dealer.
our only vehicle that had nothing mechanically wrong with it.
our only car with a ufo in the trunk
i said my last goodbye today as i stripped it of every evidence i ever drove it. i toted boxes of stuff from its interior to the isuzu. toothbrushes, feminine hygene products, gum, first aid kit, jumper cables. it almost felt like a romantic breakup.
i worked through all of my emotional issues monday night with tears - that was before its totality was a reality and no longer a 'what if...?'
with my personal effects in the black rodeo, the red escort looked cold and naked. and i had no emotional response besides holy-crap-its-too-cold-outside-for-my-ears. i drove away feeling indifferent.
it is and was just a car.
shake it up with this fun flash snowglobe. if you let it sit for a little bit, the people do some pretty fun stuff. there is sound, but at least its enjoyable to hear the little guys screaming as you toss them way into the air.
how to not feel like an idiot, #54:
when the keys wont come out of the ignition,
when the car doesnt start,
before you hook up the jumper cables,
before you go off to look for someone to jump it for you,
you might want to think about how
you havent driven an automatic transmission in forever
you forgot to put it into park.
im wearing cool green wool socks that clash with my cool green top. while not bothered by the clashing (they are socks, after all), i am a bit bothered that both my shirt and my socks are green. at least i dont have a matching hair bow.
whose bright idea was it to slather hot wax on legs and rip it all off? that red, irritated, hairless third of my right calf is probably the stupidest thing i have ever done.
i am physically incapable of starting my brothers truck. if i could start the thing, i wouldnt be without a vehicle today. and i wouldnt be fretting too much about trying to pick up our isuzu from the mechanics and being home in time for my landlord to look at this supposed hole in our kitchen wall.
i cancelled my Type Pad account just a few minutes ago at the last possible second of my free trial for being a beta tester.
that beta testing period was a whole lot of fun, but I am not going to be paying for its service and a domain and this and that... though im a bit sad that im no longer part of that community.
"The Luxuriant Flowing Hair Club for Scientists (LFHCfS) is a club for scientists who have, or believe they have, luxuriant flowing hair."
if i had stayed on the path to the Land of Great Chemists as originally intended, i could be up on this site. if i were british, that is. or i could have started my very own alaskan chapter. or not.
what a highly specified fetish.
i loved that car.
i know this will probably come as a big ole frickin shock to you, but a closed office door with a huge I AM UNAVAILABLE sign taped to its outside does not mean, "Please come on in and start talking at your leisure. I have nothing better to do than to entertain you."
knock, or go away.
for crying out loud.
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