the jetta has kicked it. fare thee well, $500 tax donation! hello, mazda3 s grand touring!
cars are so blah these days, i couldn't get excited about anything except a benz or a bmw. J pointed out that to go from a '99 jetta with 100k to a brand new 3 series would be a bit much. she also doesn't think we "fit" a bmw. i told her to speak for herself and we went to the dealer. apparently, the salesperson didn't think we "fit" a bmw either. what an ass.
honda, 'yota, mini, mazda. i sort of gave it up to J and she picked out the car that i actually liked! of course, since we've had the luxury of driving my boss David's car (c class), i wanted all the options - heated seats, auto dimming mirror (redheads have very sensey eyes, you know), a good stereo, you know, like, EVERYTHING. and we got it! woooooohoooooooo!
bose speakers! ipod connector! only time will tell if these speakers can hold up to my usage. who cares! it's a lease!
and all at a price point that we can afford. finally. affordable luxury. well, you know, as luxurious as a mazda can be.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
visitors!
it has been a whirlwind week. J's aunt was here from nuevo mexico (staying in a cool hotel, with an old *nearly* manual elevator - no pressing buttons on this one) for 2 nights, then her cousin was here from london, then one night off and my sister was here for the weekend, then kp from oz was here! fun fun fun! i love having visitors, it makes me feel like #1 i know my way around DC and #2 i can tell people things about DC that they don't otherwise know. ok, neither worked with kp since she's from here... but still. somehow it makes me feel connected to the city. i want to represent it well.
(wo)man town [read: tv room] is well on it's way to being complete. we picked up a fab couch at the crate and barrel outlet for 45% of the normal price. steal. and a huge mirror for the bedroom, allowing us to see what we look like when we walk out the door. we still need a bookcase, a new desk, and a big piece of art for above the bed. but it's coming along. we have so much wall space we don't know what to do with it. and big art = big credit card bills.
work is fine/slow. the weather took a severe turn for the cold. and all else is great. oh! i have a new theory on gay marriage. how about instead of pushing for equal rights, we just strip str8 people of the rights that marriage gives them (tax benies, survivorship rights, what have you)? then people who remain single for life don't lose out either. i mean, come on, why should you get a better tax rate because you said some vows in front of a group of people?
(wo)man town [read: tv room] is well on it's way to being complete. we picked up a fab couch at the crate and barrel outlet for 45% of the normal price. steal. and a huge mirror for the bedroom, allowing us to see what we look like when we walk out the door. we still need a bookcase, a new desk, and a big piece of art for above the bed. but it's coming along. we have so much wall space we don't know what to do with it. and big art = big credit card bills.
work is fine/slow. the weather took a severe turn for the cold. and all else is great. oh! i have a new theory on gay marriage. how about instead of pushing for equal rights, we just strip str8 people of the rights that marriage gives them (tax benies, survivorship rights, what have you)? then people who remain single for life don't lose out either. i mean, come on, why should you get a better tax rate because you said some vows in front of a group of people?
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
morals
hey, back again after another month off... oopsie. i don't really bring my mac with me to work anymore as i have a (piece of #@!!#@@ hp) 'puder at my desk.. and once i get home, the last thing i want to look at is a screen with tiny words on it. but hey, i have a crackberry, so you can just email me directly when you want an update and i *promise* i will respond quickly.
today i was faced with immoral, unethical and downright nasty practices here in the real estate business. i find it so frustrating, but there is nothing i can do but suck it up for the sale. a woman, licensed in another state, brought her daughter in. daughter purchased. there was a whole conversation about how mom isn't able to get commission b/c she isn't licensed here, yadda yadda, no biggie. the next day, mom calls all upset, telling me her broker (she's a part time agent) wants his name on the contract, they deserve the commission, etc. the law states that as a buyer's respresentative, you have to be the "procuring cause" of a sale. you know, YOU inform them of the property, you bring them to the property, you attend the first meeting, you do all the work, etc. the daughter found out about the property because of an email blast we sent out, the mom's broker never had anything to do with it, it's all BS. but "save the sale" and write them in.
makes me nutso. it's so wrong. not that i am trying to save the big corporation's dollar or anything. i could care less about that. but it's the practice of this other broker, the demands, the game just to get paid on something they don't deserve that makes me infuriated.
plus i am in real estate school now, so i am TOTALLY holier than thou when it comes to the letter of the law. well, as holy as an athiest can be.
in other news, it's nice being a homeowner, the gatos are really happy with the new place (i can tell!) and my big birthday is coming up. not that it's a big birthday per normal standards, but every birthday is a big one to me! wooooohoooooo!
today i was faced with immoral, unethical and downright nasty practices here in the real estate business. i find it so frustrating, but there is nothing i can do but suck it up for the sale. a woman, licensed in another state, brought her daughter in. daughter purchased. there was a whole conversation about how mom isn't able to get commission b/c she isn't licensed here, yadda yadda, no biggie. the next day, mom calls all upset, telling me her broker (she's a part time agent) wants his name on the contract, they deserve the commission, etc. the law states that as a buyer's respresentative, you have to be the "procuring cause" of a sale. you know, YOU inform them of the property, you bring them to the property, you attend the first meeting, you do all the work, etc. the daughter found out about the property because of an email blast we sent out, the mom's broker never had anything to do with it, it's all BS. but "save the sale" and write them in.
makes me nutso. it's so wrong. not that i am trying to save the big corporation's dollar or anything. i could care less about that. but it's the practice of this other broker, the demands, the game just to get paid on something they don't deserve that makes me infuriated.
plus i am in real estate school now, so i am TOTALLY holier than thou when it comes to the letter of the law. well, as holy as an athiest can be.
in other news, it's nice being a homeowner, the gatos are really happy with the new place (i can tell!) and my big birthday is coming up. not that it's a big birthday per normal standards, but every birthday is a big one to me! wooooohoooooo!
Monday, September 11, 2006
moving!!
after a lovely little text message calling me a blog slacker, i decided to bring back my blog! it's been over a month. sorry. i know you 3 readers out there have been missing me. :)
big news indeed - we've moved! (again) this time we did it right - with money. we hired a moving company to haul our crap out of the old place and into the new! it was quite nice to sit back and order my things to be placed where i wanted them. no back pain, no pulling jessica off the back of the truck accidentally, no blood, no sweat, no tears. at least not for us! well spent cash, for sure.
that was saturday. sunday was less fun. in order to get our deposit back (since we are breaking our lease), we agreed to paint our entire place and steam clean the carpets for the landlord. the sweat and tears came in abundance. sometimes, i think we plan too many things in one day. we patched holes, painted, cleaned, steamed, had to clean again, and ran around in circles trying to complete our work while out-running the homo depot deadline to return the steam cleaner. with one hour to spare, we completed our tasks! now i have to pick up all of our food and the vacuum and a few cleaning supplies, and we will be completely done with our old place! relief. well, once i get the check from the landlord.....
our new place is freakin' awesome but there is no running water in the kitchen right now. dunno why. no one else has this issue. we had running water the day we bought the place. where did it go? allegedly the developer is looking into it, but no word yet and it is just about noon. hmmmm. if that isn't fixed by the time i get home today i am not going to be a happy homeowner.
i can't wait for visitor! i can't wait to host dinner parties! we have rooftop terrace that's covered, so we can use the outdoor space well into the cold weather. i had my coffee up there this morning. ahhhhhhh. love it.
there's my update. a big move, purchasing a condo (details of stress far too many to repeat), oh and jess got a fabulous job that she loves! life is ok. indeed.
big news indeed - we've moved! (again) this time we did it right - with money. we hired a moving company to haul our crap out of the old place and into the new! it was quite nice to sit back and order my things to be placed where i wanted them. no back pain, no pulling jessica off the back of the truck accidentally, no blood, no sweat, no tears. at least not for us! well spent cash, for sure.
that was saturday. sunday was less fun. in order to get our deposit back (since we are breaking our lease), we agreed to paint our entire place and steam clean the carpets for the landlord. the sweat and tears came in abundance. sometimes, i think we plan too many things in one day. we patched holes, painted, cleaned, steamed, had to clean again, and ran around in circles trying to complete our work while out-running the homo depot deadline to return the steam cleaner. with one hour to spare, we completed our tasks! now i have to pick up all of our food and the vacuum and a few cleaning supplies, and we will be completely done with our old place! relief. well, once i get the check from the landlord.....
our new place is freakin' awesome but there is no running water in the kitchen right now. dunno why. no one else has this issue. we had running water the day we bought the place. where did it go? allegedly the developer is looking into it, but no word yet and it is just about noon. hmmmm. if that isn't fixed by the time i get home today i am not going to be a happy homeowner.
i can't wait for visitor! i can't wait to host dinner parties! we have rooftop terrace that's covered, so we can use the outdoor space well into the cold weather. i had my coffee up there this morning. ahhhhhhh. love it.
there's my update. a big move, purchasing a condo (details of stress far too many to repeat), oh and jess got a fabulous job that she loves! life is ok. indeed.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
chubs
OMG, i have gained weight. for real. everything feels a *little* bit snug. and visiting the family this past weekend confirmed it. they hold nothing back. so today i bid a sad goodbye to second dinner. now i can only have first dinner. so sad. food tastes so yummy.
we went to provincetown, showed J the atlantic - well, she claims she's been in it before, but come on, that was when she was 4 years old. that totally doesn't count. had a lovely time, my bro came with us which was wicked cool. and my sister rented a honda pilot. unfortunately, me and my girl got stuck in the "way back" due to our shorter legs. to think that we used to fight over the way back as children. that vechicle is more truck than SUV. and yes, they are evil and waste gas, but i think one SUV with 7 of us in it uses less gas than 2 cars, right?
los gatos were alone all weekend, save for C and L feeding them. i fully expected gato attitude last night, but instead they were snuggleheads! soooo cute. i almost forgot what it was like to sleep with 2 cats pushing against my legs. needless to say, it's easier to sleep without them.
but i love them! love them!
we went to provincetown, showed J the atlantic - well, she claims she's been in it before, but come on, that was when she was 4 years old. that totally doesn't count. had a lovely time, my bro came with us which was wicked cool. and my sister rented a honda pilot. unfortunately, me and my girl got stuck in the "way back" due to our shorter legs. to think that we used to fight over the way back as children. that vechicle is more truck than SUV. and yes, they are evil and waste gas, but i think one SUV with 7 of us in it uses less gas than 2 cars, right?
los gatos were alone all weekend, save for C and L feeding them. i fully expected gato attitude last night, but instead they were snuggleheads! soooo cute. i almost forgot what it was like to sleep with 2 cats pushing against my legs. needless to say, it's easier to sleep without them.
but i love them! love them!
Sunday, July 16, 2006
use a damn toothpick
went for a bike ride today. 5 short miles, ALL HILLS. that's the thing about living at the highest point in a city - to go anywhere, you go downhill. to get home, you have to go up those same damn hills that were so much fun to fly down. i am in pain. J is in pain. we made pizza tonight, and after bending down to check on it as it bubbled up in the oven, i was stuck. j had to come pull me out of my crouching position. if 31 is this bad, 32 isn't looking too promising.
i love making pizza at home, but i think next time i'll make the dough too. trader joe's has decent, cheap dough ($0.79) but it wasn't quite good enough. plus i love to do everything from scratch. i even made the sauce! yum yum!
our tomato paste had some, uh, penicillin qualities to it, so j and i ran over to whole paycheck to pick some up... and have our appetizer of cheese and cakes and whatever they have on sample. j was trying to get a toothpick to get (yet another) cheese sample, and some pushy DC preppy ignorant chick walks up and reaches in WITH HER HAND!!! i say to her "there's a reason you should use a toothpick, that's nasty" and she giggles and walks away. i continue with "i don't want your disgusting germs on my food you stupid bitch." she didn't hear that last part and j reprimanded me, but i was so so so crazy mad! i mean, j was obviously trying to get a toothpick out because that's what you are supposed to do. and that she not only stuck her nasty fingers in there, but she cut in line! i wanted to kick her in the shin!
and that's when i realized that i needed a nap.
i love making pizza at home, but i think next time i'll make the dough too. trader joe's has decent, cheap dough ($0.79) but it wasn't quite good enough. plus i love to do everything from scratch. i even made the sauce! yum yum!
our tomato paste had some, uh, penicillin qualities to it, so j and i ran over to whole paycheck to pick some up... and have our appetizer of cheese and cakes and whatever they have on sample. j was trying to get a toothpick to get (yet another) cheese sample, and some pushy DC preppy ignorant chick walks up and reaches in WITH HER HAND!!! i say to her "there's a reason you should use a toothpick, that's nasty" and she giggles and walks away. i continue with "i don't want your disgusting germs on my food you stupid bitch." she didn't hear that last part and j reprimanded me, but i was so so so crazy mad! i mean, j was obviously trying to get a toothpick out because that's what you are supposed to do. and that she not only stuck her nasty fingers in there, but she cut in line! i wanted to kick her in the shin!
and that's when i realized that i needed a nap.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
jade
J and i were inspired by all the futbol watching (poor france - but i daresay italy's win is tempered by the fact that it was through penatly kicks. in other words, don't go celebrating too much italy. it was a keeper's game in the end.) she suggested we go outside and break in my new glove. oh my, i am a bad lesbian. if i can't throw a softball from 1st base to 2nd base, then i can't make the team... if i was trying out for a team, that is. J says i'm good, but after 20 minutes i hurt. i think i pulled my shoulder.
and in other bad news, when trying to catch a stellar throw, the ball hit my jade bracelet spot on, cracking it in three equal pieces. i know that jade bracelets are worn to promote health and long life, but what does it mean when it breaks? a quick google proved futile. (yes, i am using google as a verb in that sentence.) one site suggested that broken jade means harm was heading my way, but the jade broke in place of me.
regardless, i am without a jade bracelet now. i haggled for that thing! i played the game with a street vendor in thailand for my jade bracelet! i officially put it on and did not remove it when i moved to DC, to help me find a job. and now that it's broken, i fear negativity on my horizon!
what kind of atheist am i? i don't believe in god but i believe in a jade bracelet? oh dios mio!
and in other bad news, when trying to catch a stellar throw, the ball hit my jade bracelet spot on, cracking it in three equal pieces. i know that jade bracelets are worn to promote health and long life, but what does it mean when it breaks? a quick google proved futile. (yes, i am using google as a verb in that sentence.) one site suggested that broken jade means harm was heading my way, but the jade broke in place of me.
regardless, i am without a jade bracelet now. i haggled for that thing! i played the game with a street vendor in thailand for my jade bracelet! i officially put it on and did not remove it when i moved to DC, to help me find a job. and now that it's broken, i fear negativity on my horizon!
what kind of atheist am i? i don't believe in god but i believe in a jade bracelet? oh dios mio!
Thursday, June 29, 2006
blast from the past
last night at a work event (in real estate, for those of you who still hold me in high esteem and think i took the not for profit job, sorry to disappoint but i changed my mind!) i was approached by a couple saying "are you from boston?"
they used to be friends with an ex of mine and now they live here in DC. weird. they are from so long ago, a world ago, and i am such a different person now. strange how running into an old acquaintance can do bring me right back to the past. right back to dancing at the upstairs lounge to cool 80s tunes. right back to crazy fun and then crazy crazy times when my life was turning upside down as i watched.
it all makes me miss boston terribly. i don't miss those times, i just miss knowing where to go and how to get around and, strangely enough, i miss my old apartment on commonwealth avenue with a fierceness that surprises me.
they used to be friends with an ex of mine and now they live here in DC. weird. they are from so long ago, a world ago, and i am such a different person now. strange how running into an old acquaintance can do bring me right back to the past. right back to dancing at the upstairs lounge to cool 80s tunes. right back to crazy fun and then crazy crazy times when my life was turning upside down as i watched.
it all makes me miss boston terribly. i don't miss those times, i just miss knowing where to go and how to get around and, strangely enough, i miss my old apartment on commonwealth avenue with a fierceness that surprises me.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
creative litter box
i can't tell if one of the kitties is a genius or is a complete and utter fool. the other day, J changed the litter box but left the old litter in the bathroom trash can. she tied up the bag but since it was rather late, she decided to wait until the morning to bring the trash to the dumpster.
when i got up to go to work, i found a little kitty fecal treat on top of the tied trash can. somehow one of the kitties jumped into the... can... and took a dump atop the old litter sitting in the bag.
either his sense of smell was particularly acute this morning or he was sending a message to J about taking out the trash in a more timely manner. he must have been wondering why his moms bought a new round litter box that was really tall and hard to poo in.
when i got up to go to work, i found a little kitty fecal treat on top of the tied trash can. somehow one of the kitties jumped into the... can... and took a dump atop the old litter sitting in the bag.
either his sense of smell was particularly acute this morning or he was sending a message to J about taking out the trash in a more timely manner. he must have been wondering why his moms bought a new round litter box that was really tall and hard to poo in.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
here's the carrot, again
ok, my boss countered AGAIN. with a HUGE increase. i sort of think that if i wait a few more days, i'll be offered six figures.
i am torn and i don't understand why... i can't say where my heart is at all. it's nowhere. the money? it's significant. the long-term happiness at either position? unclear.
pro/con list:
pros to staying in real estate - $$$, a whole new field that i actually enjoy, challenges, working under an amazing guy
cons to staying in real estate - not using my MPH, potential to be burned by sales
pros to taking MPH job - using my degree, networking nationwide, returning to my non-profit roots
cons to taking MPH job - living poor again, not feeling 100% sure about myself in this position
i have tonight. i have limited time to un-do my acceptance and sign a contract for a year in real estate.
i have a tummy ache.
i am torn and i don't understand why... i can't say where my heart is at all. it's nowhere. the money? it's significant. the long-term happiness at either position? unclear.
pro/con list:
pros to staying in real estate - $$$, a whole new field that i actually enjoy, challenges, working under an amazing guy
cons to staying in real estate - not using my MPH, potential to be burned by sales
pros to taking MPH job - using my degree, networking nationwide, returning to my non-profit roots
cons to taking MPH job - living poor again, not feeling 100% sure about myself in this position
i have tonight. i have limited time to un-do my acceptance and sign a contract for a year in real estate.
i have a tummy ache.
Monday, June 12, 2006
decision made. argh.
i took the public health job. of course i did, i have to try it at least. i have to give it my best shot. but i am feeling unsure and questioning everything - my reasons, my motive, what i am giving up and what i am getting into...
plus my car is acting like a piece of shit, as it does whenever it rains, which means trouble could be brewing for our finances if/when we need a new car. at least we can buy a hybrid though. i am hoping that greta the jetta lasts us at least one more year. but at 95k+ miles and a rocky history of issues, i am a wee bit concerned.
my start date is in two short weeks. i have two weeks to adjust to waking up so that i can be at work at 9am, as opposed to waking up at 9am. no more one mile commute. oh well.
plus my car is acting like a piece of shit, as it does whenever it rains, which means trouble could be brewing for our finances if/when we need a new car. at least we can buy a hybrid though. i am hoping that greta the jetta lasts us at least one more year. but at 95k+ miles and a rocky history of issues, i am a wee bit concerned.
my start date is in two short weeks. i have two weeks to adjust to waking up so that i can be at work at 9am, as opposed to waking up at 9am. no more one mile commute. oh well.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
decisions, decisions
FINALLY i get a job offer in public health. what happens? my real estate boss counters the offer with 12k more and also tells me he is going to pay for me to get my license with his own money.
really.
do i take the best job i can imagine in public health, working on lesbian health issues nationwide? OR do i take the money and figure out my way in real estate?
which one will still be there for me years down the road, if i change my mind?
which one will help me sleep at night?
everyone says the same thing. my friends and family all give me the same, sound advice. but i am tired of being poor. then again, i worry i will kick myself for saying no to this perfect dream job.
why is following your dreams sometimes at the cost of enjoying the fine things of life, like no car payment?
really.
do i take the best job i can imagine in public health, working on lesbian health issues nationwide? OR do i take the money and figure out my way in real estate?
which one will still be there for me years down the road, if i change my mind?
which one will help me sleep at night?
everyone says the same thing. my friends and family all give me the same, sound advice. but i am tired of being poor. then again, i worry i will kick myself for saying no to this perfect dream job.
why is following your dreams sometimes at the cost of enjoying the fine things of life, like no car payment?
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
chapel hill
the research triangle is called, simply, the triangle. i learned that during our long weekend trip to durham, raleigh and chapel hill. i looked into attending UNC's MPH program. i hardly ever say this, but thank god i went to tulane. that place is too dang country for me. the gay scene is about as hoppin' as the gay scene here. lots of mullets, bad fashion, ugly sandals.
oh bay area, you spoiled me with your cute, trendy dykes!
we spent the weekend with my best friend from boston, e, and her GF. the gatos enjoyed the trip, though our little emmett was carsick on the ride home. poor guy. e's girl allegedly hates cats... but she came around to our little guys. she's such a fake cat hater! both kitties took turns on her lap purring. puh-lease! hate cats? not ours. no one can resist our boys.
imagine when i have children. i'll be one of those mothers with a "perfect" child. slap me if i become that person. please. do it for my own sake!!
it was lovely hanging out with e again. no time passes between us even when months pass. four hours away is closer than we've been in years, but it's still four hours. after all the moving around the country j and i did, i can't really stand being in the car. i thought i'd be thrilled to spend a short 4 hours on a road trip, but en route home, i just couldn't take it. i woke up cranky yesterday and i remained as such until this morning. i think it was the drive... knowing i'd have to be in the car all day monday was dreadful. this is what happens when you grow up in the northeast. everything - the ocean, mountains, outlets, amusement parks, cities, towns, lakes - it's all less than 2 hours away. during my childhood, our longest day trip was to maine. a few hours of driving, total. none of this four hour shit. ugh.
why am i complaining? i had an excellent weekend with my girl, my best friend, her GF, and my kitties. i have nothing to complain about!!
oh bay area, you spoiled me with your cute, trendy dykes!
we spent the weekend with my best friend from boston, e, and her GF. the gatos enjoyed the trip, though our little emmett was carsick on the ride home. poor guy. e's girl allegedly hates cats... but she came around to our little guys. she's such a fake cat hater! both kitties took turns on her lap purring. puh-lease! hate cats? not ours. no one can resist our boys.
imagine when i have children. i'll be one of those mothers with a "perfect" child. slap me if i become that person. please. do it for my own sake!!
it was lovely hanging out with e again. no time passes between us even when months pass. four hours away is closer than we've been in years, but it's still four hours. after all the moving around the country j and i did, i can't really stand being in the car. i thought i'd be thrilled to spend a short 4 hours on a road trip, but en route home, i just couldn't take it. i woke up cranky yesterday and i remained as such until this morning. i think it was the drive... knowing i'd have to be in the car all day monday was dreadful. this is what happens when you grow up in the northeast. everything - the ocean, mountains, outlets, amusement parks, cities, towns, lakes - it's all less than 2 hours away. during my childhood, our longest day trip was to maine. a few hours of driving, total. none of this four hour shit. ugh.
why am i complaining? i had an excellent weekend with my girl, my best friend, her GF, and my kitties. i have nothing to complain about!!
Monday, May 22, 2006
ah, extended family.
J got a drunken/high on e call from her cousin last night. at FOUR in the morning. i was a monster. don't wake me up.
i mean, come on, he knew the time. he just didn't care.
it's sooo rude.
i mean, come on, he knew the time. he just didn't care.
it's sooo rude.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
owning a saw
my girlfriend bought herself a saw today. she is currently sawing a piece of wood into.. a smaller piece of wood. she considers this to be fun. the cats report mixed reviews. one of them is hiding, the other is hanging out in his kitty tent playing as though nothing out of the usual is going on.
calgon, take me away!
there's nothing that makes J happier than a trip to homo depot. there's nothing that makes me dizzier. well, fine, spinning around in circles with my arms outstretched and my head to the sky makes me dizzier. it's just that home depot has such high ceilings with crazy forklifts driving around and beeping that damned reverse beeping sound. i never know where it's coming from or if my safety is in jeopardy. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
calgon, take me away!
there's nothing that makes J happier than a trip to homo depot. there's nothing that makes me dizzier. well, fine, spinning around in circles with my arms outstretched and my head to the sky makes me dizzier. it's just that home depot has such high ceilings with crazy forklifts driving around and beeping that damned reverse beeping sound. i never know where it's coming from or if my safety is in jeopardy. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
torn
i am starting to feel a lot torn about my job and where i want to be in the future. i had yet another phone interview for a public health job. it's a job that i am interested in... but the salary is lower than what i was making when i left for grad school. and i know it's doing good for the world (yadda yadda) but i am truly interested in this job. but but BUT, i like where i am although i spent today pushing a dead battery golf cart. i am feeling very torn. confused and torn.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
the not-so invisible car payment
argh argh argh! now i need a starter. car won't start without it. all said, by the end of the year, i will have spent more on my 99 jetta than i would have spent on a freakin' car payment.
the mechanic quoted me 224$ for the part. a little research proved that autozone will only charge 140$ AND i get 70$ of that back when i bring them my old broken starter. the mechanic wasn't too pleased with me but will put it in... but won't guarantee their work. at 115$ labor, if they don't do it right or if it "breaks" i'll be taking it to a new mechanic anyhow. but isn't that seemingly illegal? F them. F car ownership. thank goodness my GF's mom's BF is a mechanic. and if you can follow that, you are having a smart day. heh.
so J is off to landover, maryland to pick up the part. and i am sitting in the office coordinating all of it. puppet master.
the mechanic quoted me 224$ for the part. a little research proved that autozone will only charge 140$ AND i get 70$ of that back when i bring them my old broken starter. the mechanic wasn't too pleased with me but will put it in... but won't guarantee their work. at 115$ labor, if they don't do it right or if it "breaks" i'll be taking it to a new mechanic anyhow. but isn't that seemingly illegal? F them. F car ownership. thank goodness my GF's mom's BF is a mechanic. and if you can follow that, you are having a smart day. heh.
so J is off to landover, maryland to pick up the part. and i am sitting in the office coordinating all of it. puppet master.
Monday, May 08, 2006
14 days left
to my habit. yay! i've managed to exercise about 5 days of the week, i think. and i'm not talking about exercising my liver either. i am such a lightweight, 2 hard drinks and i am done for the night. saturday we went to apex, and it was fun and whatever except for the $8 cover. wha? ridiculous. the music was good at first and then became terrible and so we left. but i finally found where all the cutest girls ever go! ahhhhhh. dyke-a-rama. yum.
the car died today. it was a pathetic and disturbing sound. J thinks it's the battery (i quote "simple solutions first" and what she meant was "don't get so upset about needing a new alternator if it's just the damn battery." she's right.)
at least i did pilates before i went to work. exercise does lift the spirits. but the rain compounded by the fact that it's monday morning and i was already running late certainly made the dead car situation feel the crappiest. argh.
the car died today. it was a pathetic and disturbing sound. J thinks it's the battery (i quote "simple solutions first" and what she meant was "don't get so upset about needing a new alternator if it's just the damn battery." she's right.)
at least i did pilates before i went to work. exercise does lift the spirits. but the rain compounded by the fact that it's monday morning and i was already running late certainly made the dead car situation feel the crappiest. argh.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
21 days to a habit
or so they say. 21 days to make, or break, a habit. i am trying to make one - i have to get back into my running clothes and go out for longer than 20 minutes once a week. for shame! to think i once called myself a runner. to be honest, i was only ever a jogger. i aspire (to return) to jogger status.
gorgeous day here in the district. i went to a lovely surprise 30th bday party for my friend's fiance, then went to work for 2 hours to work on a party my friend susan and i are planning. ok, she's planning. i am just offering advice now, and then i get the fun fun task of handing out palm cards at all of the local gay girl events. any excuse to go out! it's pretty cool, we are going to have it at halo, an uber-swanky upscale gay boy establishment. J created the name: angels at halo. sooooo cute! if i knew how to make links (like all of my bloggin' friends know), i'd give you a link to the club. but alas, i must force you to copy and paste it yourself: www.theartoflounge.com and yes, joe, i'd appreciate the tutorial. RTFM, right? well the manual is too hard to read while i am posting. so there.
cookies in the oven for my siiiiister's bday! tomorrow i think i am going to attempt white cupcakes for sandra's bday but i need to figure out the best way to ship cupcakes. plus i don't yet have a kitchenaid mixer (ARE YOU LISTENING JESSICA?) so it's going to be hard to get those egg whites *just so* for white cupcakes.
lucas and emmett are cuddling and sleeping together, right next to me. although the vet said not to worry about it, lucas snores. i mean loud, homer simpson snores. it wakes me up some nights. that's not right for a 9.7lb kitty. being the nervous mom i am, i wake him up when he snores, which cuts into his precious sleep and what will the long term affects be? oh my, em is having a dream. his whiskies are twitching like crazy, and his nose! i love my baby kitties. aw.
gorgeous day here in the district. i went to a lovely surprise 30th bday party for my friend's fiance, then went to work for 2 hours to work on a party my friend susan and i are planning. ok, she's planning. i am just offering advice now, and then i get the fun fun task of handing out palm cards at all of the local gay girl events. any excuse to go out! it's pretty cool, we are going to have it at halo, an uber-swanky upscale gay boy establishment. J created the name: angels at halo. sooooo cute! if i knew how to make links (like all of my bloggin' friends know), i'd give you a link to the club. but alas, i must force you to copy and paste it yourself: www.theartoflounge.com and yes, joe, i'd appreciate the tutorial. RTFM, right? well the manual is too hard to read while i am posting. so there.
cookies in the oven for my siiiiister's bday! tomorrow i think i am going to attempt white cupcakes for sandra's bday but i need to figure out the best way to ship cupcakes. plus i don't yet have a kitchenaid mixer (ARE YOU LISTENING JESSICA?) so it's going to be hard to get those egg whites *just so* for white cupcakes.
lucas and emmett are cuddling and sleeping together, right next to me. although the vet said not to worry about it, lucas snores. i mean loud, homer simpson snores. it wakes me up some nights. that's not right for a 9.7lb kitty. being the nervous mom i am, i wake him up when he snores, which cuts into his precious sleep and what will the long term affects be? oh my, em is having a dream. his whiskies are twitching like crazy, and his nose! i love my baby kitties. aw.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
my HIPS, my hips my hips my hips
Has it been longer than a week since I last blogged? My goodness, time flies. My girl will be here in days!!! Our life together will be, well, together. Yay!
Work is kicking my arse. I love it, though I can see how bored I will be soon enough if my duties remain as they are. Right now, I am learning, I am "getting my feet wet" or "learning the ropes" as it were. My boss loves me, the clients love me, I am far more of a people-person than I realized. (than the most recent blog hints at)
Today, I received an email inviting me to apply for a position at HIPS, an agency that does outreach to sex workers in DC. One of the women who sat on a hiring panel of a job I was not offered apparently forwarded my resume and email to the Execitive Director of HIPS. She wrote me today asking me to look at the job description and apply, and if I am not interested, would I consider volunteering? Yowza!
Salary: low 30s. WHO CAN LIVE ON THAT WITH 65k LOANS DUE SALLIE FRICKIN' MAE? Perhaps I will see about volunteering. I like the job idea, I like the thought of using my degree.. I like being able to buy nice clothes and pay down my loans and travel and have all that money brings. What do I do? Go for the job that provides money but has nothing to do with my entire career? Cut the shit and run towards the job that will make me feel as though I am doing some good in the world? I mean, this was my DREAM JOB when I was in school - working with sex workers, doing the gritty hard work that I was born to do. But basic survival on the salary (plus a schedule of two 10pm-5am outreach shifts/week) will be hard. But the honor of being invitied to apply is pretty cool too.
Argh, but I cannot even manage to workout with my so-called easy and brainless job! Speaking of my hips indeed. You know, your ass literally spreads from sitting on it for too long. There won't be much sitting while working in the sex work industry, providing condoms and health information to the folks providing services for clients. It would be so wonderful and groovy and perfect in so many ways.
Still, I hesitate.
Work is kicking my arse. I love it, though I can see how bored I will be soon enough if my duties remain as they are. Right now, I am learning, I am "getting my feet wet" or "learning the ropes" as it were. My boss loves me, the clients love me, I am far more of a people-person than I realized. (than the most recent blog hints at)
Today, I received an email inviting me to apply for a position at HIPS, an agency that does outreach to sex workers in DC. One of the women who sat on a hiring panel of a job I was not offered apparently forwarded my resume and email to the Execitive Director of HIPS. She wrote me today asking me to look at the job description and apply, and if I am not interested, would I consider volunteering? Yowza!
Salary: low 30s. WHO CAN LIVE ON THAT WITH 65k LOANS DUE SALLIE FRICKIN' MAE? Perhaps I will see about volunteering. I like the job idea, I like the thought of using my degree.. I like being able to buy nice clothes and pay down my loans and travel and have all that money brings. What do I do? Go for the job that provides money but has nothing to do with my entire career? Cut the shit and run towards the job that will make me feel as though I am doing some good in the world? I mean, this was my DREAM JOB when I was in school - working with sex workers, doing the gritty hard work that I was born to do. But basic survival on the salary (plus a schedule of two 10pm-5am outreach shifts/week) will be hard. But the honor of being invitied to apply is pretty cool too.
Argh, but I cannot even manage to workout with my so-called easy and brainless job! Speaking of my hips indeed. You know, your ass literally spreads from sitting on it for too long. There won't be much sitting while working in the sex work industry, providing condoms and health information to the folks providing services for clients. It would be so wonderful and groovy and perfect in so many ways.
Still, I hesitate.
Monday, April 17, 2006
working 9 (30) to 5
i actually like my job! i like being in the real estate world. i am learning so much every single hour and i love that there is room to grow. i don't know if going the sales agent route is my thing yet, though. i am just enjoying the office managment stuff, and the drama. OH, the drama.
lately, the xmas debacle has been upsetting me again. case scenario: J and i raised $200 by selling our things in CA, and we were planning on giving that to a family in nola that i know lost everything. during xmas day, there were 9 people at my mom's house (and 3 cats). the money was in a white envelope in the back room, which was also the room with a ridiculous amount of candy. everyone went back there, alone, to get candy. some people made multiple trips. the day after xmas, the white envelope and the $$$ were both gone. i asked everyone, and the 2 people i couldn't ask, i had my brother ask (his gf and her 14 year old daughter). NO ONE CONFESSED. the cats didn't take it. someone did. was it my friend from college? my brother's partner? the kid? it wasn't me, it wasn't my gf, it wasn't my mom or dad or sister - i know that. but someone took it, someone close to my family, close enough to be there for xmas. someone that close to me stole money from me.
J says i have to let it go, that it's gone and it's not coming back. but so is my sense of safety, and that's bullshit. can i trust any of the 9 to be in my house? do i have to lock up my things now?
SOMEONE TOOK IT. AND YOU ARE KEEPING IT FROM ME. AND THAT SUCKS.
lately, the xmas debacle has been upsetting me again. case scenario: J and i raised $200 by selling our things in CA, and we were planning on giving that to a family in nola that i know lost everything. during xmas day, there were 9 people at my mom's house (and 3 cats). the money was in a white envelope in the back room, which was also the room with a ridiculous amount of candy. everyone went back there, alone, to get candy. some people made multiple trips. the day after xmas, the white envelope and the $$$ were both gone. i asked everyone, and the 2 people i couldn't ask, i had my brother ask (his gf and her 14 year old daughter). NO ONE CONFESSED. the cats didn't take it. someone did. was it my friend from college? my brother's partner? the kid? it wasn't me, it wasn't my gf, it wasn't my mom or dad or sister - i know that. but someone took it, someone close to my family, close enough to be there for xmas. someone that close to me stole money from me.
J says i have to let it go, that it's gone and it's not coming back. but so is my sense of safety, and that's bullshit. can i trust any of the 9 to be in my house? do i have to lock up my things now?
SOMEONE TOOK IT. AND YOU ARE KEEPING IT FROM ME. AND THAT SUCKS.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
My siiiiiister is here!!
Jill is visiting and the weather could not be worse.. nor could the car situation. Ugh. Yesterday, we were driving home after picking up groceries and Greta the Jetta made an alarming warning light blink - the oil pressure warning light. Fortunately, we were 1/2 mile from home. I kept on driving and parked it, feeling that old aggravated and frustrated feeling I get when my car misbehaves. I have spent a ton of cash on it over the past 5 months and I don't want another huge "invisible car payment." I want a new car, one that comes with a warranty and a transmission that has a serial # on it still.
This morning, I checked the oil level and it looked fine, but my astute sister noticed that we were on a slight incline. I moved the car to level ground, let it warm up and then cool for a few minutes, and wouldn't you know, the oil was a little low indeed. The light wasn't on anymore but the good old trusty check engine light was on (again). My remedy? Black electrical tape. Hells yeah.
We still got the oil changed and hit the local Verizon store. That's right, I am free of my Sprint contract and I am switching teams! Now I can talk to all y'all In Network people whenever I want. Well, once I get the phone. I want the Razr but I want it in PINK and I am going to wait until Thursday. I will wait for pink. I won't wait for much, but pink? Oh yes.
This morning, I checked the oil level and it looked fine, but my astute sister noticed that we were on a slight incline. I moved the car to level ground, let it warm up and then cool for a few minutes, and wouldn't you know, the oil was a little low indeed. The light wasn't on anymore but the good old trusty check engine light was on (again). My remedy? Black electrical tape. Hells yeah.
We still got the oil changed and hit the local Verizon store. That's right, I am free of my Sprint contract and I am switching teams! Now I can talk to all y'all In Network people whenever I want. Well, once I get the phone. I want the Razr but I want it in PINK and I am going to wait until Thursday. I will wait for pink. I won't wait for much, but pink? Oh yes.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Two Words: Jodie Foster
OMG. I am not one to go for the femmes, but holy crap, if you see Inside Man you'll understand why a girl like me could fall for a lady like her. Jodie ahhhhhhhhh Foster. Those legs. Those heels. That Alpha-Femme role she plays. It's a whole new world. I have a fantasy crush on a femme. Holy crap indeed.
In other news, life as a receptionist is rather, how do you say, boring. But but BUT!!! One of the 2 guys running the project is leaving for another project and it appears that there will be a little fight over who gets to keep moi. Oh yes. The guy staying behind pulled me in for a little meeting (during which he did most of the talking, even though he claimed the purpose was to get to know me and my plan better... hrm). Apparently he says I have 'the look' and he wants to know if he should waste his time grooming me for a more powerful position, if I'll be back to public health land in a month. Then he proceeded to tell me all about the riches in store and I must be honest, it holds appeal. Mucho appeal. Like I can't turn it down appeal. Um, mom? I am working for The Man. But he's gay and really stylish, so it's not that bad, is it?
I am not a believer in destiny or fate, mostly because it doesn't explain why a little girl would be raped by her father - WTF, that's her fate? I think not. However, I am becoming a fan of living in the moment and letting the current moment lead me to the next moment. Plus, when I checked my email today, there was a message from someone who ALREADY SENT ME A REJECTION LETTER. I don't need to be told twice that I am not hired. I got it the first time, thank you very much.
Goodbye unemployment. Hello Real Estate.
In other news, life as a receptionist is rather, how do you say, boring. But but BUT!!! One of the 2 guys running the project is leaving for another project and it appears that there will be a little fight over who gets to keep moi. Oh yes. The guy staying behind pulled me in for a little meeting (during which he did most of the talking, even though he claimed the purpose was to get to know me and my plan better... hrm). Apparently he says I have 'the look' and he wants to know if he should waste his time grooming me for a more powerful position, if I'll be back to public health land in a month. Then he proceeded to tell me all about the riches in store and I must be honest, it holds appeal. Mucho appeal. Like I can't turn it down appeal. Um, mom? I am working for The Man. But he's gay and really stylish, so it's not that bad, is it?
I am not a believer in destiny or fate, mostly because it doesn't explain why a little girl would be raped by her father - WTF, that's her fate? I think not. However, I am becoming a fan of living in the moment and letting the current moment lead me to the next moment. Plus, when I checked my email today, there was a message from someone who ALREADY SENT ME A REJECTION LETTER. I don't need to be told twice that I am not hired. I got it the first time, thank you very much.
Goodbye unemployment. Hello Real Estate.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
My Favorite Day of the Year
How I love Daylight Savings Time! It's close to 7pm, but the sun still shines! What joy! What happiness! I don't care why we have it, I just hope no one tries to get rid of it. My mother hates it. How can you dislike something that gives us sun long into the evening?
I think I would have liked today even better if it didn't start off with so few hours of sleep. Thanks to my lady, I made it to my *new* job today on time. I was out at the clubs (or, as my older friend says, "the dance") and I was shocked to see the clock closing in on one in the morning when I checked the time. By the time I got home and washed up for bed, it was closer to two. I called my girl and we chatted for a little while, and suddenly she reminded me to set my clock ahead an hour.... SHIT! That made it almost 3am when I went to bed, and I had to be at work at 10.30am.
At least it is a simple receptionist job that requires me to look pretty and make coffee. I can do that. Even hungover on 6 hours of sleep, I can do that. It's a good thing I got my MPH. I should get my MBA or my MD.. then maybe I can be an Executive Assistant.
I think I would have liked today even better if it didn't start off with so few hours of sleep. Thanks to my lady, I made it to my *new* job today on time. I was out at the clubs (or, as my older friend says, "the dance") and I was shocked to see the clock closing in on one in the morning when I checked the time. By the time I got home and washed up for bed, it was closer to two. I called my girl and we chatted for a little while, and suddenly she reminded me to set my clock ahead an hour.... SHIT! That made it almost 3am when I went to bed, and I had to be at work at 10.30am.
At least it is a simple receptionist job that requires me to look pretty and make coffee. I can do that. Even hungover on 6 hours of sleep, I can do that. It's a good thing I got my MPH. I should get my MBA or my MD.. then maybe I can be an Executive Assistant.
Friday, March 31, 2006
DUMBHEAD ME
woooo! i got a job! i will be helping answer phones and show condos at an office i can actually walk to! and they pay well. it's actually a job with a woman i met last night. she knows it is temporary, but they need someone now and there is also weekend work, so i can bank some cash and perhaps buy a hybrid sooner than later! and organic kitty food, and new shoes, and a vacation for me and my lady!
i am getting ahead of myself. but still, knowing there is money in my future makes me very happy indeed.
the woman who hired me also alerted me to how stupid i am. "lori, i do want to let you know that your phone number is incorrect on your resume."
wha?
my heart stopped. "maybe it's not that you are unmarketable, it's that people can't get in touch with you."
my face turned crimson.
she still hired me though. i start sunday, training for 2 hours. yipppeeee!
i am getting ahead of myself. but still, knowing there is money in my future makes me very happy indeed.
the woman who hired me also alerted me to how stupid i am. "lori, i do want to let you know that your phone number is incorrect on your resume."
wha?
my heart stopped. "maybe it's not that you are unmarketable, it's that people can't get in touch with you."
my face turned crimson.
she still hired me though. i start sunday, training for 2 hours. yipppeeee!
getting hit on by an 18 year old
well, folks, i still have it. hells yeah. even kids in high school want me. what an interesting night indeed. you may be wondering how a chick still in high school and i ended up at a place where she could try to ask me out? melissa ferrick's concert last night. ahhhhh. melissa. she's so hot and so good and so full of herself, i can't help myself from liking her.
i went to the show with a friend i've made here who is in her 40s. her friend has a daugher who is also gay, and daughter brought her GF (they are 15... so young! so cute!) and they made friends with the 18 year old. and so we all ended up at the same table for the concert. i was literally in between the ages - 44 the high, 15 the low. and then there's me. the high schoolers thought i was 23. ah. not anymore, thank god. the daughter asked me "what do you think about 18 year olds?" wink wink. i don't.
DC is proving to be interesting, but i'm not quite convinced yet. i haven't found my niche. not yet.
i went to the show with a friend i've made here who is in her 40s. her friend has a daugher who is also gay, and daughter brought her GF (they are 15... so young! so cute!) and they made friends with the 18 year old. and so we all ended up at the same table for the concert. i was literally in between the ages - 44 the high, 15 the low. and then there's me. the high schoolers thought i was 23. ah. not anymore, thank god. the daughter asked me "what do you think about 18 year olds?" wink wink. i don't.
DC is proving to be interesting, but i'm not quite convinced yet. i haven't found my niche. not yet.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
TAKE THAT, Republican lady!
Dunno where Minnie got this, but it's frickin' awesome!
On Wednesday, March 1, 2006, in Annapolis at a hearing on the proposed
Constitutional Amendment to prohibit gay marriage, Jamie Raskin,
professor of law at AU, was requested to testify.
At the end of his testimony, Republican Senator Nancy Jacobs said:
"Mr. Raskin, my Bible says marriage is only between a man and a woman.
What do you have to say about that?"
Raskin replied: "Senator, when you took your oath of office, you
placed your hand on the Bible and swore to uphold the Constitution.
You did not
place your hand on the Constitution and swear to uphold the Bible."
The room erupted with applause.
On Wednesday, March 1, 2006, in Annapolis at a hearing on the proposed
Constitutional Amendment to prohibit gay marriage, Jamie Raskin,
professor of law at AU, was requested to testify.
At the end of his testimony, Republican Senator Nancy Jacobs said:
"Mr. Raskin, my Bible says marriage is only between a man and a woman.
What do you have to say about that?"
Raskin replied: "Senator, when you took your oath of office, you
placed your hand on the Bible and swore to uphold the Constitution.
You did not
place your hand on the Constitution and swear to uphold the Bible."
The room erupted with applause.
Is it only Tuesday?
Geesh. I felt quite accomplished this morning - finished a book, Jeannette Winterson's The Passion. I am not sure why my lady loved it so much. Apparently it is going to be a movie starring Gwenyth Paltrow and Julianne Moore. I found it too depressing for my current state of mind. Brilliantly written, yes. But sad.
And then I considered going for a run, but quickly changed my mind when I realized how cold it is outside. Ok ok ok, it's only 48 degrees, but that seems bone-chilling cold to me, especially in this apartment that holds no heat whatsoever. This will be handy when the promised warm weather comes.. but now? Chiiiiiillllllllyyyy. Even with the heat on, my nose is cold! The windows in the living room are cracked, but my landlord can't replace them because the condo association has a rule that the windows must be replaced by one specific contractor. Said contractor has gone out of business. That leaves my cracked windows cracked and no hope for a replacement. I wonder if the folks who belong to the condo association would drag their feet if THEIR windows were cracked. Bastards. I know it's not my landlord's fault and I don't want to get into a fight about it (yet), but come next winter? Either the windows get replaced or my heating bill is paid for by someone else.
Instead of facing the cold outside, I spent 30 minutes blowing up my Pilates ball with a handheld bike pump. That sort of counts as a workout, right? Nah. If I am to keep baking and eating like Martha, I have to work out daily. So I am back to Pilates. It feels gooooood. It's true - working out makes the mind happy. Getting there is hard, but doing it is gooood.
And then I considered going for a run, but quickly changed my mind when I realized how cold it is outside. Ok ok ok, it's only 48 degrees, but that seems bone-chilling cold to me, especially in this apartment that holds no heat whatsoever. This will be handy when the promised warm weather comes.. but now? Chiiiiiillllllllyyyy. Even with the heat on, my nose is cold! The windows in the living room are cracked, but my landlord can't replace them because the condo association has a rule that the windows must be replaced by one specific contractor. Said contractor has gone out of business. That leaves my cracked windows cracked and no hope for a replacement. I wonder if the folks who belong to the condo association would drag their feet if THEIR windows were cracked. Bastards. I know it's not my landlord's fault and I don't want to get into a fight about it (yet), but come next winter? Either the windows get replaced or my heating bill is paid for by someone else.
Instead of facing the cold outside, I spent 30 minutes blowing up my Pilates ball with a handheld bike pump. That sort of counts as a workout, right? Nah. If I am to keep baking and eating like Martha, I have to work out daily. So I am back to Pilates. It feels gooooood. It's true - working out makes the mind happy. Getting there is hard, but doing it is gooood.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
showering is tedious
it's sunday morning, and i was awakened by the disco ring on my phone. second day in a row my family woke me up! i suppose it would do me good to go to bed earlier and get up before 10am. someday i will have a job, and i'm hoping it's not 2nd shift.
i got up, watched CBS sunday morning - the geriatric show that i love - and made eggs and toast. and then i took a shower. but why? it doesn't even matter. i have nothing to do, no one to see, and yet i keep to this american routine of morning showers. i dry my hair, put on makeup, throw on clothes, and sit around the house. a therapist once told me that if i start to change my routine, stop showering or getting ready or caring about what i look like, then that is a sign of depression.
what if i just don't want to waste my resources, my expensive products, and my energy on looking good for the kitties?
i got up, watched CBS sunday morning - the geriatric show that i love - and made eggs and toast. and then i took a shower. but why? it doesn't even matter. i have nothing to do, no one to see, and yet i keep to this american routine of morning showers. i dry my hair, put on makeup, throw on clothes, and sit around the house. a therapist once told me that if i start to change my routine, stop showering or getting ready or caring about what i look like, then that is a sign of depression.
what if i just don't want to waste my resources, my expensive products, and my energy on looking good for the kitties?
Friday, March 24, 2006
wrinkled nose
what does it mean when the person interviewing you wrinkles her nose as you leave? there was a panel of 3 people - the other 2 were nice, but the exec dir was just plain strange. and tho' the interview went well enough, when i was leaving one of the nice women recommended an agency here that i could get involved with if i wanted to volunteer or get to know folks doing progressive work with sex workers. and i thanked her and mentioned that in NOLA, i wanted to get involved but there was nothing really going on because that city was pretty disorganized.
that's a fact. social services were disorganized, pre-katrina. nevermind now!
and she wrinkled her nose!! eh? i am not so sure i'd want to work with her. i had a terrible boss at my old job pre-grad school, and she made it hard to work. well, somedays she made it hard to work - most days she stayed out of my way. heh.
back to the drawing board i think. eh.
that's a fact. social services were disorganized, pre-katrina. nevermind now!
and she wrinkled her nose!! eh? i am not so sure i'd want to work with her. i had a terrible boss at my old job pre-grad school, and she made it hard to work. well, somedays she made it hard to work - most days she stayed out of my way. heh.
back to the drawing board i think. eh.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
waiting for a package
my baby sister sent me a package yesterday, and it's due to arrive between 9am and noon. it's 11.38am and still not here. i am waiting for it to arrive before i shower and my *nerves* are being *worked*. WTF? where is it?!?! i have an interview at 2pm and girl needs time to get ready! everything is ironed and ready to be put onto my clean body. T-21 minutes now. then i'm going in.
that girl is crazy anyhow, spending $22 to send an overnight package to me! love her.
for those of you unable to watch martha and ellen everyday, let me fill you in. martha's cooking school is becoming very meat focused - today was meatballs, meatloaf, and meatball lasagna. how to make the perfect meatball. ick. and ellen had musical guest natasha bettingfield or benningfield or whatever her name is, and girl sounds like a smoker. like tom waits. how is it that she's famous? oh, and for the last verse of her song, she brought in a choir to back her up. hrm.
and that's it. wish me luck!
that girl is crazy anyhow, spending $22 to send an overnight package to me! love her.
for those of you unable to watch martha and ellen everyday, let me fill you in. martha's cooking school is becoming very meat focused - today was meatballs, meatloaf, and meatball lasagna. how to make the perfect meatball. ick. and ellen had musical guest natasha bettingfield or benningfield or whatever her name is, and girl sounds like a smoker. like tom waits. how is it that she's famous? oh, and for the last verse of her song, she brought in a choir to back her up. hrm.
and that's it. wish me luck!
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
grated skin
i had a little chunk of parmesan leftover from.. hmmm. i can't remember. oh! from when i made C that pasta dish last sunday. last night, i made my potato kale soup and i was looking forward to the leftovers, but i was craving cheese. on the food network webiste, i found a super easy recipe for parmesan crisps - just grate parmesan cheese, put it in small piles (about one tablespoon each) on a cooking sheet with a silpat (this is necessary!) and press down lightly on the cheese piles. pop it in the oven (preheated to 400 degrees) for about 5 minutes, until lightly browned. let them cool and they are like parmesan potato chips. salty and yummy and perfect.
except mine had a little problem. i grated my hand.
ooooooowwwwwwwwwwccchhiieee! frickin' hurts! i had to search for my piece of skin in the pile of cheese. *vomit* nah, just kidding, the skin remained on my hand, hanging by a thread of, um, skin.
except mine had a little problem. i grated my hand.
ooooooowwwwwwwwwwccchhiieee! frickin' hurts! i had to search for my piece of skin in the pile of cheese. *vomit* nah, just kidding, the skin remained on my hand, hanging by a thread of, um, skin.
Monday, March 20, 2006
the DC scene
last night i went out to check out the dyke scene here in DC. i was pretty intimidated to go alone, but earlier in the week i chatted with this girl online who was going alone too. she put something out on craigslist and i responded, along with 8 other girls going solo. the plan was to all meet at the bar at 6.30pm. she said she was 5'7", slender, short brown hair, and would be wearing black.
just about 75% of the chicks there met that description.
i sat at the bar and a woman too short to be her came over and started to chat with me. she was super nice and it turned out she knew tons of people there. two of her friends came over, and the 4 of us were having a great time hanging out. i was younger by a decade (at least) and i really liked it. maybe hanging out with minnie and her over-40 club at toast showed me the light with the age issue. i'd rather be a decade younger then the crew instead of a decade older. i can't keep up with the 21 year olds. ugh.
i saw a girl with fantanstic shoes and i remembered jennifer's policy of saying nice things to people at random. i interrupted her and admired her shoes. she was tall, slender, and had super short hair, and creamy gorgeous skin - she's black. i didn't bother to ask her if she was the online girl - i just wanted to know where her shoes came from. "thanks! i got them in LA!" of course she did. "i'm relieved to see that you have smaller feet than me, otherwise you might take me into the bathroom and beat me up just to steal them!" of course i would.
our little group started to dance (the music was from my posse's generation) and some random chick was was staring at me earlier (not the online girl, too tall and not slender and had blond hair and was wearing stripes) came over and asked if she could buy me a drink. then, this woman she was with came over to one of the posse and asked her if she was my girlfriend. ??? she said no, then went back to report to tall stripes girl. OMG, i've been in the scene for 2 hours and i am in drama! then, the DJ comes over and says she wants to talk to me. she knows someone in the posse and we had met earlier. she brings me behind the DJ booth and asks me if i wear dresses. she proceeds to give me a crushed red velevet dress with faux fur trim that says stoli. OMG, i've been here for a minute and the DJ is giving me treats!!!
goldigger came on and i hit the dance floor (the generations knew the song but not how to dance to it). shoe girl comes over and is dancing up a storm all up on me, around me, she's hot and she knows it. she makes some comment about how i dance (me loves kanye west) and i ask her name. she's the online girl i was supposed to meet! she's not white! i thought she was white, i don't know why, i thought she'd have a bob and she'd be wearing black with jeans or something.
she's bi.
of course. this chick she met corners me and tells me she got the "bi vibe" from me because i was wearing tight clothes. and that she doesn't like girls who aren't proud to be girls. i get away from her and talk with one of the posse about it (i was steaming mad at the in-hating) and then i left. came home to watch the L word, slit my wrists and go to bed.
just about 75% of the chicks there met that description.
i sat at the bar and a woman too short to be her came over and started to chat with me. she was super nice and it turned out she knew tons of people there. two of her friends came over, and the 4 of us were having a great time hanging out. i was younger by a decade (at least) and i really liked it. maybe hanging out with minnie and her over-40 club at toast showed me the light with the age issue. i'd rather be a decade younger then the crew instead of a decade older. i can't keep up with the 21 year olds. ugh.
i saw a girl with fantanstic shoes and i remembered jennifer's policy of saying nice things to people at random. i interrupted her and admired her shoes. she was tall, slender, and had super short hair, and creamy gorgeous skin - she's black. i didn't bother to ask her if she was the online girl - i just wanted to know where her shoes came from. "thanks! i got them in LA!" of course she did. "i'm relieved to see that you have smaller feet than me, otherwise you might take me into the bathroom and beat me up just to steal them!" of course i would.
our little group started to dance (the music was from my posse's generation) and some random chick was was staring at me earlier (not the online girl, too tall and not slender and had blond hair and was wearing stripes) came over and asked if she could buy me a drink. then, this woman she was with came over to one of the posse and asked her if she was my girlfriend. ??? she said no, then went back to report to tall stripes girl. OMG, i've been in the scene for 2 hours and i am in drama! then, the DJ comes over and says she wants to talk to me. she knows someone in the posse and we had met earlier. she brings me behind the DJ booth and asks me if i wear dresses. she proceeds to give me a crushed red velevet dress with faux fur trim that says stoli. OMG, i've been here for a minute and the DJ is giving me treats!!!
goldigger came on and i hit the dance floor (the generations knew the song but not how to dance to it). shoe girl comes over and is dancing up a storm all up on me, around me, she's hot and she knows it. she makes some comment about how i dance (me loves kanye west) and i ask her name. she's the online girl i was supposed to meet! she's not white! i thought she was white, i don't know why, i thought she'd have a bob and she'd be wearing black with jeans or something.
she's bi.
of course. this chick she met corners me and tells me she got the "bi vibe" from me because i was wearing tight clothes. and that she doesn't like girls who aren't proud to be girls. i get away from her and talk with one of the posse about it (i was steaming mad at the in-hating) and then i left. came home to watch the L word, slit my wrists and go to bed.
Friday, March 17, 2006
my stealin' days are over!
my lady just called to inform me that verizon has turned us ON! she caught me sitting in my usual spot on 37th st. i think the old lady who lives in one of these houses has caught onto my robin hood ways. this is the last day, lady. IN YOUR FACE!
today my best friend e is coming to visit. yippeeeee! wooohoooooo! i can hang out with an adult! someone to talk to and ot explore DC with! i. am. so. excited!!!
in other news, the kitties had a very hard day at the vet yesterday. they are zonked. they got all sorts of shots, bloodwork, and a fecal examination. the vet is a smart man and took them away from me to do those last 2 nasty things. eewww, the vet stuck something up their buns and took a smear. i would have fainted.
me needs to go to the grocery store to stock up for my visitor! and for the bird flu. my sister said it's going to be bad, that we'll be under house arrest for 2 months!
this is what happens when someone with anxiety listens to NPR.
today my best friend e is coming to visit. yippeeeee! wooohoooooo! i can hang out with an adult! someone to talk to and ot explore DC with! i. am. so. excited!!!
in other news, the kitties had a very hard day at the vet yesterday. they are zonked. they got all sorts of shots, bloodwork, and a fecal examination. the vet is a smart man and took them away from me to do those last 2 nasty things. eewww, the vet stuck something up their buns and took a smear. i would have fainted.
me needs to go to the grocery store to stock up for my visitor! and for the bird flu. my sister said it's going to be bad, that we'll be under house arrest for 2 months!
this is what happens when someone with anxiety listens to NPR.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
hire me because i am sooooo great. really.
urgh. this is tedious. hire me, hire me, hire me please! all these cover letters, all this searching, it's exhausting.
and all the sweet words of encouragement are working on my nerves.
if i was so goddamned qualified, i'd have a F'ing job by now.
and all the sweet words of encouragement are working on my nerves.
if i was so goddamned qualified, i'd have a F'ing job by now.
Monday, March 13, 2006
mornings with martha
i am becoming a baker. i think i should have a total career change to chef or baker. it won't work because i won't touch meat, and because i don't have any money to open a bakery that features a few savory options. wish i could meet a rich person who wants to fund someone with zero experience to open a groovy cafe with FREE wifi and good tunes. i'd call it Sassy. oh dreams.
this month, martha has cooking school - every day she is giving good, solid tips on cooking. thus far, she hasn't taught me anything. but i look forward to learning a new trick. i love being in the kitchen, surrounded by the mess i make while i create food. i love cleaning up, i love serving food, i love making simple dishes and complex dishes and feeding people. too bad i've figured this out post-masters degree. don't need my MPH to bake. shiiiiiiit. wish i went to business school.
another monday. another week to job hunt and hear my phone ring only when my lady calls me.
this month, martha has cooking school - every day she is giving good, solid tips on cooking. thus far, she hasn't taught me anything. but i look forward to learning a new trick. i love being in the kitchen, surrounded by the mess i make while i create food. i love cleaning up, i love serving food, i love making simple dishes and complex dishes and feeding people. too bad i've figured this out post-masters degree. don't need my MPH to bake. shiiiiiiit. wish i went to business school.
another monday. another week to job hunt and hear my phone ring only when my lady calls me.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Days Repeat
I am going to practice typing with capital letters and appropriate grammar. I’m also thinking about giving up swearing. Perhaps this newfound desire to make change is influenced by my two local friends giving up things for Lent – C is giving up sweets and M is giving up dining out. Being completely unreligious, I don’t dig on the Lent thing. But I do believe in making attempts to be a better person, so I thought I’d drop the cursing. This is pretty classist, though. (Damn, classist came up as a typo. What to do, what to do!) Why is swearing looked down upon? Remove religion from the debate, and who gives a !@#$%! if I swear.
My new daily routine: up at 10am for Martha and a latte. I hop in the shower when The View gets boring. Around noon, I leave and try to find free WIFI. Thus far, I can get to two Panera Breads. I think there are two more in the area that I need to locate. I cannot wait to get online here at home. Yesterday, I picked up a signal in my parking spot. Pathetic.
The 25 year old chef on Martha just taught me a new trick – to get more juice out of a lemon, heat the lemon in the microwave for 10 seconds first. I’m into cooking and baking right now. I made baba ganoush last night and chocolate chip cookies in a cookie. That recipe sort of disappointed. You make 10 cookies but only bake them halfway, then let them cool and crumble them into the rest of the dough. It is supposed to give you crunchy and chewy cookies in one. Eh. Not so much. They turned out alright, but I wouldn’t make the recipe again.
My goodness, I am boring,
My new daily routine: up at 10am for Martha and a latte. I hop in the shower when The View gets boring. Around noon, I leave and try to find free WIFI. Thus far, I can get to two Panera Breads. I think there are two more in the area that I need to locate. I cannot wait to get online here at home. Yesterday, I picked up a signal in my parking spot. Pathetic.
The 25 year old chef on Martha just taught me a new trick – to get more juice out of a lemon, heat the lemon in the microwave for 10 seconds first. I’m into cooking and baking right now. I made baba ganoush last night and chocolate chip cookies in a cookie. That recipe sort of disappointed. You make 10 cookies but only bake them halfway, then let them cool and crumble them into the rest of the dough. It is supposed to give you crunchy and chewy cookies in one. Eh. Not so much. They turned out alright, but I wouldn’t make the recipe again.
My goodness, I am boring,
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
living in the capitol
ok, ok, long time no blog. if you read this blog, you probably got the email detailing my whereabouts the past few weeks. oh the move to DC was hell. i came down with a wicked cold on weds the 22nd at precisely 9pm. i was pet sitting and had gone to the grocery store to make dinner. got back to lexington and worked up an appetite by working out for 25 minutes. i made some grub and sat down to watch QAF season 5 on demand. one eposide into my marathon and my throat began to close on itself, not in that "oh shit i am dying" way but in the "crap, i have a frickin' cold" way.
today, it still persists. i cough up, um, colorful chunks every morning. oops, hope you weren't eating while you read that.
so i hopped on the plane to houston at 6.25am friday the 24th, after my loving and dear sister drove me to the airport. i didn't sleep a wink all night due to anxiety that i would miss the plane. sister isn't known for her ability to get out of bed in the morning, and i never truly trust my phone as an alarm clock. landed in houston a few hours later and met my lady as she got off her one hour late morning flight. i was in what i thought was day 3 of a 10 day cold (my mom always says a cold is 3 days coming, 3 days with you, and 3 days going.. hmmm.. that doesn't add up to 10). we rented a toyota matrix which was a surprisingly nice ride, and stayed in a motel 6 which was un-surprisingly stinky. yes, you can spray too much disinfectant.
moving our crap from the storage unit to the truck went faster than i ever could have expected, what with me blowing my nose every 5 minutes. the downpours started as we loaded the last item into the truck. the drive to 'bama was boring and i was drunk on dayquil which actually makes me sleepy. nyquil makes me comatose. the drive from 'bama to VA was smooth and my lady proved she actually has a lead foot! she's usually a granny driver, but somehow she did a 70 mile stretch in 45 minutes. in a 16' truck. yowsa!
moving into our place went smoothly too, especially after i got us lost and took us on a tour of georgetown. oppsie. J's cousin helped us out and we finished in about an hour. then we hopped back into the truck and headed to MA. my parent's were so sweet to let me keep my crap there for so long. it was really sad to leave them, and even sadder for the gatos. my mom's kitty libby is still looking for emmett. aw. anyhow, made it back to DC and if it weren't for M and C, we would never have finished the move at all. J and i spent the rest of the week unpacking and then she returned to nola and i am all alone. without internet access. i have found all of the local panera's though. and here i sit, enjoying a bowl of fiesta con queso sopa and procrastinating on the job hunt.
someone hire me, please!
today, it still persists. i cough up, um, colorful chunks every morning. oops, hope you weren't eating while you read that.
so i hopped on the plane to houston at 6.25am friday the 24th, after my loving and dear sister drove me to the airport. i didn't sleep a wink all night due to anxiety that i would miss the plane. sister isn't known for her ability to get out of bed in the morning, and i never truly trust my phone as an alarm clock. landed in houston a few hours later and met my lady as she got off her one hour late morning flight. i was in what i thought was day 3 of a 10 day cold (my mom always says a cold is 3 days coming, 3 days with you, and 3 days going.. hmmm.. that doesn't add up to 10). we rented a toyota matrix which was a surprisingly nice ride, and stayed in a motel 6 which was un-surprisingly stinky. yes, you can spray too much disinfectant.
moving our crap from the storage unit to the truck went faster than i ever could have expected, what with me blowing my nose every 5 minutes. the downpours started as we loaded the last item into the truck. the drive to 'bama was boring and i was drunk on dayquil which actually makes me sleepy. nyquil makes me comatose. the drive from 'bama to VA was smooth and my lady proved she actually has a lead foot! she's usually a granny driver, but somehow she did a 70 mile stretch in 45 minutes. in a 16' truck. yowsa!
moving into our place went smoothly too, especially after i got us lost and took us on a tour of georgetown. oppsie. J's cousin helped us out and we finished in about an hour. then we hopped back into the truck and headed to MA. my parent's were so sweet to let me keep my crap there for so long. it was really sad to leave them, and even sadder for the gatos. my mom's kitty libby is still looking for emmett. aw. anyhow, made it back to DC and if it weren't for M and C, we would never have finished the move at all. J and i spent the rest of the week unpacking and then she returned to nola and i am all alone. without internet access. i have found all of the local panera's though. and here i sit, enjoying a bowl of fiesta con queso sopa and procrastinating on the job hunt.
someone hire me, please!
Monday, February 20, 2006
kitty and doggie sitting
my friend M asked me to watch the animals while she trollops around NYC. recently she was published in a book and there is a party on thursday night in honor/celebration of the release. this is the same friend who i was going to hit cancun with, but too many charges for changing tickets ($550) left me out of the trip, and then a misspelled name on one of the kid's tickets plus a hurricane-induced change of hotel and all sorts of other annoyances has led to me to watching the garanimals while she sips martinis among other writers.
she never locks her house, or her car. but she locks her wireless internet with a password. people are strange.
anyhow, now that i am officially alone, i am sort of... lonely. i miss my baby kitties. these 3 go in and out as they please, which stresses me, because i am completely overbearing and cannot rest knowing that penny (rex), drooly mouth, and the other cat are out in the cold! crap, just let penny out and heard barking - owner called princess back - damn i am a worrisome girl. what if P&P got into a fight? where is the local vet? ARGH!!!!!
bonus - M has on demand and showtime. off to watch the L word over and over and over again...
she never locks her house, or her car. but she locks her wireless internet with a password. people are strange.
anyhow, now that i am officially alone, i am sort of... lonely. i miss my baby kitties. these 3 go in and out as they please, which stresses me, because i am completely overbearing and cannot rest knowing that penny (rex), drooly mouth, and the other cat are out in the cold! crap, just let penny out and heard barking - owner called princess back - damn i am a worrisome girl. what if P&P got into a fight? where is the local vet? ARGH!!!!!
bonus - M has on demand and showtime. off to watch the L word over and over and over again...
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
head is spinning
urgh. how can one possibly impress a panel of 8 people on a phone interview? "define leadership" and "can you tell us how many people you've supervised and what you would do if one of your staff needed discipline" and "do you believe that only crime victims should be advocates for crime victims"???????
31 of the allotted 40 minutes were used. i may have been breathing heavy. or panting, in fact. it was a head-spinning whirlwind interview and who the hee-haw knows what is going to happen.
eggs DEFINITELY not all in this basket. but i am a hopeful lass and i believe i would rock this position. i would, i swear. i am perfectly trained for this position.
oh well, no use fretting over it now. we'll all find out by the end of March. *phew*
31 of the allotted 40 minutes were used. i may have been breathing heavy. or panting, in fact. it was a head-spinning whirlwind interview and who the hee-haw knows what is going to happen.
eggs DEFINITELY not all in this basket. but i am a hopeful lass and i believe i would rock this position. i would, i swear. i am perfectly trained for this position.
oh well, no use fretting over it now. we'll all find out by the end of March. *phew*
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
waiting. and waiting.
what fun indeed. sitting by the phone - what did we do before phones could travel with us? - and waiting. tomorrow, at 4.20pm, i have my phone interview. in the meantime, no news from interview #1. sigh.
i have plans to hang out with an old colleague, her husband and their 2 kids tonight. i am bringing dessert. dunno what to make. i am a terrible baker. perhaps i will just buy the dessert, we'll all be happier that way.
my mom wished me "happy VD" today, and i send that wish along to you.
i have plans to hang out with an old colleague, her husband and their 2 kids tonight. i am bringing dessert. dunno what to make. i am a terrible baker. perhaps i will just buy the dessert, we'll all be happier that way.
my mom wished me "happy VD" today, and i send that wish along to you.
Monday, February 13, 2006
take a ride on my rollercoaster
i am supposed to be finishing up an interview, shaking hands and hearing "we'll be in contact soon." but alas, i am not. instead, i am blogging. i am sitting in a freezing cold kitchen, with feet of snow just outside the front door. i had to cancel the interview today through no fault of my own (thank you mother nature, and thank you useless brain for rescheduling my original wednesday interview to monday morning). i called them at 9am sharp and the 2 people i had to speak with weren't even in yet, though voicemail reported "office hours are from 8.30 to 4.30." when the coordinator called me back, she informed me that the wednesday appointments were all taken and that we could do a phone interview instead. with a panel?!? oh dear. i will have to step up for this one. i know i can give a good first impression in person, but over the phone? i sound like a 12 year old with braces and pimples. plus, i awoke a little conjested this morning. remember lily thomlin's character on SNL, the girl in the rocking chair? that's me.
however, in good news, we have pretty much secured an apartment in georgetown. all the man needs is our money. i have to run to the post office today, but i cannot do that until i hear back about this phone interview! everything hangs in a precarious balance right now. i can't even go to the bathroom without fear of the whole panel hearing me flush.
up and down and up again. it doesn't help that i have NO PRIVACY in this house. i know i shouldn't complain, it's so very adolescent of me to bitch about my parents, but good grief they work my nerves. once this interview phones me back, i am taking a shower and getting out of here. oh, crap, the stupid town plow just created a nice wall of snow around my car. GGGRRROOOOOOWWWWWLLLLL!!!!!
however, in good news, we have pretty much secured an apartment in georgetown. all the man needs is our money. i have to run to the post office today, but i cannot do that until i hear back about this phone interview! everything hangs in a precarious balance right now. i can't even go to the bathroom without fear of the whole panel hearing me flush.
up and down and up again. it doesn't help that i have NO PRIVACY in this house. i know i shouldn't complain, it's so very adolescent of me to bitch about my parents, but good grief they work my nerves. once this interview phones me back, i am taking a shower and getting out of here. oh, crap, the stupid town plow just created a nice wall of snow around my car. GGGRRROOOOOOWWWWWLLLLL!!!!!
Friday, February 10, 2006
why the boston herald SUCKS
http://news.bostonherald.com/localRegional/view.bg?articleid=125456
it's an article about that man who shot and killed his wife and 9 month old baby, then ran to england and pretended to want to kill himself. the article talks about how the couple's bad sex life led him to kill her.
WTF?
though it is apparent to those of us who actually have brains, bad sex does NOT justify murder. if that were the case, there would be plenty of men murdered by their girlfriends/wives. in fact, there would likely be a shortage of men in the world if the straight ladies offed their lousy lovers.
that the herald (a tabloid, by the way, even though it's many readers don't know that little fact) would even consider this as a logical explanation of why a man kills his wife is a glaring reminder of how "news"papers minimize domestic violence. and what about the baby? was she a lousy lay too? whoever wrote this article should be fired. whatever editor gave the green light to this piece of crap should be formally kicked out of any media work. scarlet lettered.
people kill their partners because they want complete and total control, not because sex is lousy. when sex is lousy, some people cheat, others work on it. the herald could have painted this man as the murderer he is, giving him NO out. instead, the herald found a justification for this heinous crime. it makes me sick.
it's an article about that man who shot and killed his wife and 9 month old baby, then ran to england and pretended to want to kill himself. the article talks about how the couple's bad sex life led him to kill her.
WTF?
though it is apparent to those of us who actually have brains, bad sex does NOT justify murder. if that were the case, there would be plenty of men murdered by their girlfriends/wives. in fact, there would likely be a shortage of men in the world if the straight ladies offed their lousy lovers.
that the herald (a tabloid, by the way, even though it's many readers don't know that little fact) would even consider this as a logical explanation of why a man kills his wife is a glaring reminder of how "news"papers minimize domestic violence. and what about the baby? was she a lousy lay too? whoever wrote this article should be fired. whatever editor gave the green light to this piece of crap should be formally kicked out of any media work. scarlet lettered.
people kill their partners because they want complete and total control, not because sex is lousy. when sex is lousy, some people cheat, others work on it. the herald could have painted this man as the murderer he is, giving him NO out. instead, the herald found a justification for this heinous crime. it makes me sick.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
it's OFFICIAL!!!
i received my diploma in the mail today! it's real! i have earned my MPH!!!
whoopeee!
guess i don't need to attend graduation now. oh well. i'll save some cash on buying regalia.
whoopeee!
guess i don't need to attend graduation now. oh well. i'll save some cash on buying regalia.
flying to DC (again)
another job interview. what is one to do? busy busy busy. this position was posted in early december, and i applied for it with my oakland address. damn. it's with the gov't, which is notoriously slow in filling positions. my interview is monday morning. this is exactly why i need to find an apartment. all this flying around is a pain in the ass!
now, to think positively, what if i am offered the other position while i am interviewing for this one? i don't expect the first place to call me until early next week, if they call me at all. but let's say they call me. how do i decide to take the first job when i am interviewing for the 2nd? how long can i hold out on them?
i didn't expect this to happen. then again, nothing has happened yet. maybe all this worry is for naught. ugh. i need a tums.
now, to think positively, what if i am offered the other position while i am interviewing for this one? i don't expect the first place to call me until early next week, if they call me at all. but let's say they call me. how do i decide to take the first job when i am interviewing for the 2nd? how long can i hold out on them?
i didn't expect this to happen. then again, nothing has happened yet. maybe all this worry is for naught. ugh. i need a tums.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
ikea
It's embarassing, but my mother and i are becoming close friends with ikea staff, because we go there twice a week. Not only are we there frequently, but we have a routine. When we first arrive, we head directly to the As-Is department, where everything is broken and cheap. She spends about 1/2 hour longer than I do looking. I wait for her, resting on one of the As-Is couches. Then, we buy our crap, bring it out to the car, and return to the store for a snack. Mom gets the apple cake every single time (no fail) and sometimes we get food, sometimes just dessert. We walk through the Marketplace department, commenting on how much money we saved in the As-Is department, comparing prices. On our way out, we hit As-Is once more, you know, in case they brought anything else out... which has happened time and again. The staff recognize us. One lady said "You two were just here the other day!"
Great. I am an As-Is junkie. Everything in my new apartment will say "As-Is" in black marker, or will be Crate and Barrel schtickle. I just want to move into a place, any place, with all my busted crap. Fingers crossed, one of these apartments will work out for us.
Great. I am an As-Is junkie. Everything in my new apartment will say "As-Is" in black marker, or will be Crate and Barrel schtickle. I just want to move into a place, any place, with all my busted crap. Fingers crossed, one of these apartments will work out for us.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
spell hell
FAAAAAAAACK!
why oh why oh why do you trick me, spell check? i thought i did everything i could do to avoid a mistake! i NEVER do spell check, and yet i relied on it tonight to ensure no errors!
BUT NOOOOOOOOO!
i frickin' can't spell SINCERELY. i wrote SINCERLY.
ARGH! thank you letters via email to the THREE people who met with me, and ALL OF THEM SHARE THE SAME SIGNATURE WITH THE GLARING TYPO!
i am never going to get that job now! i wouldn't hire someone who can't properly sign off on their emails! how could i be trusted to ever write anything worthwhile? there goes the dream, there goes the job. FAAAACK!!
maybe they won't notice?
why oh why oh why do you trick me, spell check? i thought i did everything i could do to avoid a mistake! i NEVER do spell check, and yet i relied on it tonight to ensure no errors!
BUT NOOOOOOOOO!
i frickin' can't spell SINCERELY. i wrote SINCERLY.
ARGH! thank you letters via email to the THREE people who met with me, and ALL OF THEM SHARE THE SAME SIGNATURE WITH THE GLARING TYPO!
i am never going to get that job now! i wouldn't hire someone who can't properly sign off on their emails! how could i be trusted to ever write anything worthwhile? there goes the dream, there goes the job. FAAAACK!!
maybe they won't notice?
we're the bank of america!
sung to the tune of kids of america. i think that should be their theme song. it would make me a hell of a lot happier when i call them if i heard that one hit wonder. i call them often enough to have a say in this, i think.
direct deposit - so lovely when it works. so heinous when it doesn't. apparently, even though i've told everyone i possibly can tell about my bank woes (compromised account which i closed) good old TU, my employer, won't listen when a paper check is requested... growl... so i have some $ floating back and forth between my closed account and TU. i want that money in MY hands. it's mine. i worked for it. but no one can give me a straight answer. so! frustrating!
what else to blog about.. um, i have a lingering tummy ache. it's been around since monday night, before my interview. i thought it was stress-induced, but it's not budging. kind of sucks. i am also unbelievably exhausted. living with these noisy adults and 3 kittens doesn't help, for sure. i haven't slept soundly since the night before the night before i left new orleans.. when was that? saturday night? my lady and i shared a pillow for the duration of my trip, which was hard too. but i slept like a baby saturday night, or friday night. one of those nights i slept well. and since then, tummy aches and growing kittens (read: heavy) have made restless nights for me.
oh well. my mom got her new car (FINALLY!) and she is taking me to ikea. lori's taxi is on a break.
direct deposit - so lovely when it works. so heinous when it doesn't. apparently, even though i've told everyone i possibly can tell about my bank woes (compromised account which i closed) good old TU, my employer, won't listen when a paper check is requested... growl... so i have some $ floating back and forth between my closed account and TU. i want that money in MY hands. it's mine. i worked for it. but no one can give me a straight answer. so! frustrating!
what else to blog about.. um, i have a lingering tummy ache. it's been around since monday night, before my interview. i thought it was stress-induced, but it's not budging. kind of sucks. i am also unbelievably exhausted. living with these noisy adults and 3 kittens doesn't help, for sure. i haven't slept soundly since the night before the night before i left new orleans.. when was that? saturday night? my lady and i shared a pillow for the duration of my trip, which was hard too. but i slept like a baby saturday night, or friday night. one of those nights i slept well. and since then, tummy aches and growing kittens (read: heavy) have made restless nights for me.
oh well. my mom got her new car (FINALLY!) and she is taking me to ikea. lori's taxi is on a break.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
on the interview
it went well. i think. let's just say i was there for THREE hours! yikes! actually, they were really nice, v. respectful of my time ("is your flight this afternoon? could you stay a little bit longer?") and i met with the president of the agency. and when he brought me back to lady who will *hopefully* hire me, he gave her a thumbs up and said "she's great!" or something, i had my back turned and couldn't really hear him, but when i turned back around he winked and she said "I know!" SO, who knows, well, they know. regardless, it will be at least 2 weeks before i know because of other interviews they are doing. and they might find someone way more fantastic than yours truly.
which is quite possible, i know. job hunting is exhausting. and so is apartment hunting. urg. katia was kind enough to drive me around the neighborhoods of NW DC, and i know exactly where i want to live now! just have to find a place that takes kitties and costs less than $1500/month and perhaps has a washer and dryer in the apt with all utilities paid. riiiiiight. a girl can dream.
it was a mixed reunion with the kitties after my week away. lucas snubbed me and emmett regarded me with disregard at first. about 1/2 hour later, lucas followed me into the back room and ran around in little circles, like he was saying "i can't believe you are really back!" it was too dang cute! the 2 of them fought for the top sleeping spot, which, unfortunately, is in my left armpit. neither of them want the right armpit. do our scents differ between armpits? emmett won, which left lucas down by my hip and his chin resting on my tummy.
sister says i have to do away with "the family bed." i reckon she's right... but i'm not ready yet. not until my lady is back for good.
which is quite possible, i know. job hunting is exhausting. and so is apartment hunting. urg. katia was kind enough to drive me around the neighborhoods of NW DC, and i know exactly where i want to live now! just have to find a place that takes kitties and costs less than $1500/month and perhaps has a washer and dryer in the apt with all utilities paid. riiiiiight. a girl can dream.
it was a mixed reunion with the kitties after my week away. lucas snubbed me and emmett regarded me with disregard at first. about 1/2 hour later, lucas followed me into the back room and ran around in little circles, like he was saying "i can't believe you are really back!" it was too dang cute! the 2 of them fought for the top sleeping spot, which, unfortunately, is in my left armpit. neither of them want the right armpit. do our scents differ between armpits? emmett won, which left lucas down by my hip and his chin resting on my tummy.
sister says i have to do away with "the family bed." i reckon she's right... but i'm not ready yet. not until my lady is back for good.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
DC in the springtime
oh my, it has been sooo nice here! the weather was gorgeous yesterday. today, rain. but is ok. i can handle it. KP has been a lovely hostess, so wonderful that she left an umbrella for me! aw. i brought one with me just in case of rain, which was smart thinking. however, unsmartly i left my jacket in my luggage which i put in her car. damn damn. is colder out today than it was yesterday. but with all my nerdy nervousness for this interview, better to be a little cold than hot and stinky. by the way, i purchased real deodorant. that groovy non-aluminum stuff just ain't cutting it. i offend myself, which likely means i offend everyone within smelling distance. eeewwwwwww. stink girl. anyhow, when i have alzheimer's, remind me that at least i smelled good during the good old days. small price to pay. why can't we figure out how to keep our pits fresh WITHOUT killing our memory cells?
quick update re: new orleans. that city is in NO SHAPE to be populated. gross. if i had a little more energy, i'd figure out how to post pictures on this blog. for real, i think the people who moved back have just lowered their standards of living. the city smells, the water from the tap tastes and smells like pool water, and there are so few stores of necessity open, esp. downtown where the school of public health resides. i paid $3.80 for a HALF GALLON of milk! i told the clerk that it was criminal to charge that much. she just smiled. F that.
was good to see my lady, tho. very hard to leave her too. we have to be apart for these few months so she can finish her degree, i know that, but it makes me sad to leave her in that nasty city with no car. :(
quick update re: new orleans. that city is in NO SHAPE to be populated. gross. if i had a little more energy, i'd figure out how to post pictures on this blog. for real, i think the people who moved back have just lowered their standards of living. the city smells, the water from the tap tastes and smells like pool water, and there are so few stores of necessity open, esp. downtown where the school of public health resides. i paid $3.80 for a HALF GALLON of milk! i told the clerk that it was criminal to charge that much. she just smiled. F that.
was good to see my lady, tho. very hard to leave her too. we have to be apart for these few months so she can finish her degree, i know that, but it makes me sad to leave her in that nasty city with no car. :(
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
lost jewelry and an interview in DC!
woooo-hoooooo! a job i applied for last friday has led to an interview! it's very encouraging, because they posted the job thursday, i applied friday, and by monday afternoon i was called, screened, and invited to interview! now, it's not really even that i expect to get an offer. i may, i may not. who knows. but the opportunity to interview, to practice those skills, is most welcomed right now. and it sheds sunshine on my hopelessness.
i take a chance in blogging about it, for if it does not work out, i will have to blog about my failure as well. and that has the potential to be very embarassing and depressing. cross your fingers for me!
i have lost a ring and a bracelet. the ring disappeared the night i went out to eat with sara b. it probably fell off my finger, as it was a little big anyhow. the bracelet, i cannot think of how i lost it. i am very sad about that.
off to nola tomorrow (yay!) and then to DC monday to have wine with katia, my interview on tuesday and then i'll be back home with the 'rents tuesday night. i am going to miss the baby kitties very much.
i take a chance in blogging about it, for if it does not work out, i will have to blog about my failure as well. and that has the potential to be very embarassing and depressing. cross your fingers for me!
i have lost a ring and a bracelet. the ring disappeared the night i went out to eat with sara b. it probably fell off my finger, as it was a little big anyhow. the bracelet, i cannot think of how i lost it. i am very sad about that.
off to nola tomorrow (yay!) and then to DC monday to have wine with katia, my interview on tuesday and then i'll be back home with the 'rents tuesday night. i am going to miss the baby kitties very much.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
it's girl scout cookie time
around 11am this morning, i heard the doorbell ring. grrrr. who the hell rings the door this early? apparently, girl scouts do. my mom and i ordered a ridiculous amount of cookies last week, and they came today. what is this speed with which the local girl scout delivers my cookies? give me time to forget what i ordered, girl! $24.50 later, we have cookies. two boxes will travel with me to new orleans for my lady. i had to hide them, as my dad eats whatever is in sight. just the other day my sister left 2 cadbury cream eggs on the counter overnight. by daybreak they were gone, having traveled into the depths of my father's large intestine. it's maddening.
yesterday was balmy for a new england january day. jewls and i went into the city, had fantastic cream puff/eclair things at beard papa's in quincy market. i am almost positive that sarah g and i snacked on cream puffs at papa beard's while waiting for one of many flights in indonesia's lovely airports. delicious! afterwards, we walked down comm ave as the sun set. days like yesterday make me love boston.
and then there is today. i am freezing. emmett is sitting by the heating vent, as i did during my childhood. i remember eating my cereal on the floor with my butt pushed up again the vents during those brutally cold mornings. if i were a puppy, you'd be able to determine my healthy status based on my cold, wet nose. maybe, since yesterday was so warm, today feels colder than it really is. no matter. i'm typing this with icicle fingers and my turtleneck pulled up to my eyes.
though some bloggers (read: lizcano) hate this 3rd season of the L word, i am loving it! i go to minnie's tonight to watch it on her wide screen TV. i think those TV screens make everyone look short and stumpy. perhaps young girls growing up watching TV on those wide screens will have improved body image. dunno. i can't wait to sit back and be entertained by all of those gay ladies. if only i could move into the show. i'd have money but no job, a kid who is mysteriously absent, and wild sex with strangers.... ok ok just kidding. living at home with my parents is totally better than that.
yesterday was balmy for a new england january day. jewls and i went into the city, had fantastic cream puff/eclair things at beard papa's in quincy market. i am almost positive that sarah g and i snacked on cream puffs at papa beard's while waiting for one of many flights in indonesia's lovely airports. delicious! afterwards, we walked down comm ave as the sun set. days like yesterday make me love boston.
and then there is today. i am freezing. emmett is sitting by the heating vent, as i did during my childhood. i remember eating my cereal on the floor with my butt pushed up again the vents during those brutally cold mornings. if i were a puppy, you'd be able to determine my healthy status based on my cold, wet nose. maybe, since yesterday was so warm, today feels colder than it really is. no matter. i'm typing this with icicle fingers and my turtleneck pulled up to my eyes.
though some bloggers (read: lizcano) hate this 3rd season of the L word, i am loving it! i go to minnie's tonight to watch it on her wide screen TV. i think those TV screens make everyone look short and stumpy. perhaps young girls growing up watching TV on those wide screens will have improved body image. dunno. i can't wait to sit back and be entertained by all of those gay ladies. if only i could move into the show. i'd have money but no job, a kid who is mysteriously absent, and wild sex with strangers.... ok ok just kidding. living at home with my parents is totally better than that.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
my life as a retiree
this is getting out of control. doesn't help that my mom crashed her car and has yet to find replacement. we spend our days together, and i cannot go out without her thanks to the guilt of leaving her home alone. my dad works out at the Y and then drives the school bus in the afternoons - he does special trips, like basketball games and the like. so he has his car, and my sister is never home, so i am the responsible sibling who takes mom out. we go to the library, to panera for soup, and to ikea for dessert. i have walked around this ikea more than i ever walked around the french quarter. it's sad. me, my mom, and the blue haired ladies sipping on swedish coffee for 75c a cup. free refills, though. what a bahgin.
I NEED TO FIND EMPLOYMENT!!!
writing cover letters and sending resumes is hard work. my eyes burn from the computer. plus, whenever i am online, i find someone to chat with. the students i met in taiwan have discovered my MSN username. oh, they are so very sweet! when one of them told me "may be date line not coming too soon" i had to bring myself back to the lessons i learned while traveling in asia - translation games. what he was saying was his homework wasn't due yet. aw, my taiwanese friends!
the cats are out of control today. we are having stormy weather, so stormy that we lost electricity for 3 hours! the cats were running laps around the house. lucas has picked up a nasty habit of kicking all of the litter out of the box, onto the bathroom floor. emmett is apparently trans-species, as he has started lifting his leg up to pee like a dog. libby, my mom's psycho-soon-to-be-fixed-so-she-stops-howling cat has mastered the art of standing IN the litterbox to poo, but aiming her crap OUT onto the floor. it's a three cat circus here.
so, there you have it. i got to the store, i watch the cats, i surf the 'net. i am losing brainpower. i am withering into a stay at home mom with no children to watch. save me, somebody. save me job! wherever you are; DC, hotlanta, LA, just be sure to save a position for me.. and make the salary 20% higher than my last job, please. ;)
I NEED TO FIND EMPLOYMENT!!!
writing cover letters and sending resumes is hard work. my eyes burn from the computer. plus, whenever i am online, i find someone to chat with. the students i met in taiwan have discovered my MSN username. oh, they are so very sweet! when one of them told me "may be date line not coming too soon" i had to bring myself back to the lessons i learned while traveling in asia - translation games. what he was saying was his homework wasn't due yet. aw, my taiwanese friends!
the cats are out of control today. we are having stormy weather, so stormy that we lost electricity for 3 hours! the cats were running laps around the house. lucas has picked up a nasty habit of kicking all of the litter out of the box, onto the bathroom floor. emmett is apparently trans-species, as he has started lifting his leg up to pee like a dog. libby, my mom's psycho-soon-to-be-fixed-so-she-stops-howling cat has mastered the art of standing IN the litterbox to poo, but aiming her crap OUT onto the floor. it's a three cat circus here.
so, there you have it. i got to the store, i watch the cats, i surf the 'net. i am losing brainpower. i am withering into a stay at home mom with no children to watch. save me, somebody. save me job! wherever you are; DC, hotlanta, LA, just be sure to save a position for me.. and make the salary 20% higher than my last job, please. ;)
Friday, January 13, 2006
getting back on track
went for a run yesterday, and oh my goodness, it's been far too long since i've hit the pavement. this morning, my body ACHES. doesn't help that i went to bed far too late last night (2.30am) after drinking some ever delicious high life. ick. why do i do this to myself? beer is no good for body, especially beer that tastes like shit.
bought a new battery for the 'puder too. $135. yikes. me need job soon. at least i'm not as broke as my sister, who sold me a full coffee card so i could get a "free" drink. gave her $4. girl needs cash, and i ordered a $4 coffee drink, so it's all good.
tonight i have dinner plans with sara b. she has been here working as a consultant for the past 2 weeks. they put her up in a swanky swank hotel, the nine-zero hotel, which is located at 90 tremont st. it's so trendy, it puts my stay in the red roof inn to shame. i actually liked the red roof inn! but it's crap compared to the nine-zero.
last night was fun, A is ever the same and told me all sorts of entertaining stories. i missed our friendship. ooh - gotta cut this short. my *favorite* spanish chick is online!
bought a new battery for the 'puder too. $135. yikes. me need job soon. at least i'm not as broke as my sister, who sold me a full coffee card so i could get a "free" drink. gave her $4. girl needs cash, and i ordered a $4 coffee drink, so it's all good.
tonight i have dinner plans with sara b. she has been here working as a consultant for the past 2 weeks. they put her up in a swanky swank hotel, the nine-zero hotel, which is located at 90 tremont st. it's so trendy, it puts my stay in the red roof inn to shame. i actually liked the red roof inn! but it's crap compared to the nine-zero.
last night was fun, A is ever the same and told me all sorts of entertaining stories. i missed our friendship. ooh - gotta cut this short. my *favorite* spanish chick is online!
Thursday, January 12, 2006
stealing from neighbors
the only way i can get online at my mom's house is to pick up my neighbor's signal. now, is it REALLY stealing if they don't password protect their wireless internet? i can't help it that my 'puder picks up every available signal in the area. i can't help it that they don't password protect their service. when i lived in new orleans, i didn't password protect mine either. why force the whole frickin' neighborhood to give cox or comcast or whomever additional money? screw that.
so my lady is in the cesspool city of nola. she has a cute little studio, she sent me pictures last night. i miss her. i woke up crying this morning. and the baby kitties miss her too. they don't understand why there is only one mommy around now. they both sleep as close as possible to me, which makes for a rough night of sleeping, but i don't mind. they are so cute and vulnerable and loving, how can i get upset at them for burrowing under my arm so they can sleep curled up next to me?
i am taking this lovely little machine in today to the so-called genius bar. maybe i'll bring the mensa test and see how many of these mac "geniuses" can actually pass any of the tests. believe it, i scored genius level on the IQ test... my brother found that very entertaining indeed. he's the one who gave me the mensa book, in fact. and i sucked. so don't be expecting too much from me. plus, the chick who gave me the test was practicing how to do it for real, which means it doesn't really count. me no too smart.
oh, right - 'puder problems. battery lasts less than 2 hours after it is fully charged. without warning, even if i have 40 minutes left per the battery indicator, my computer shuts down and i lose eVeRyThInG. that sucked during finals, for sure. lost pages of a research paper. also, safari (internet browser for macs) randomly dies. lost the function to open a new tab on safari too. grrrrrr. i bought the 3 year protection plan, but apparently that doesn't really cover anything, according to the last "genius" i took it to. i am going to a completely different store today.
last night, i went out with my friend M. she is sooooo cool. and she is going to cancun with her son, a friend of his, and a lady friend of her's. good news is her lady friend may not be able to go, and the ticket is paid for, so i am the backup! what can i do to ensure this lady can't go? trip her on ice, so she breaks something? drop some fecal matter in her drink, so she gets e coli? too evil! maybe i'll just bat my eyelashes at M and tell her how much i neeeeeeed a vacation. but her lady friend will provide her with the lovin' she needs. can't compete with that.
she also told me my ex-GF bought a house. it's strange, because i feel like i should feel some sort of emotion, but i don't care. i mean i don't care in a very apathetic way. whatever. life goes on. it's good. life should move on. even though XGF was a major bitch to me (called me post hurricane pretending to give a shit about me, but when i called her thinking we could actually be friends, she responded in a nasty email saying she only called me to see how i was, not to become friends... the way i see it, one should only call an ex if one truly cares for that person. i feel like she called me for the same reason all those effing people are taking tours for new orleans for $35 - disaster tourism. everyone loves to know someone from a disaster. SO. F'IN. CONDESCENDING.) what was i saying? oh, right - life goes on and even if i harbor some sort of angry emotion towards XGF, i am ok hearing about her new house. good for her/big deal/no matter to me.
tonight i am going out with an old friend A. we were friends, we hooked up, i got in trouble with XGF because our open relationship wasn't really open at all.. i think it will be a little strange to hang out because so much time has passed, but i think it will be fun too. no more drama, just catching up and having fun. i need some fun, especially with my lady so far away. sad face. sad pants.
so my lady is in the cesspool city of nola. she has a cute little studio, she sent me pictures last night. i miss her. i woke up crying this morning. and the baby kitties miss her too. they don't understand why there is only one mommy around now. they both sleep as close as possible to me, which makes for a rough night of sleeping, but i don't mind. they are so cute and vulnerable and loving, how can i get upset at them for burrowing under my arm so they can sleep curled up next to me?
i am taking this lovely little machine in today to the so-called genius bar. maybe i'll bring the mensa test and see how many of these mac "geniuses" can actually pass any of the tests. believe it, i scored genius level on the IQ test... my brother found that very entertaining indeed. he's the one who gave me the mensa book, in fact. and i sucked. so don't be expecting too much from me. plus, the chick who gave me the test was practicing how to do it for real, which means it doesn't really count. me no too smart.
oh, right - 'puder problems. battery lasts less than 2 hours after it is fully charged. without warning, even if i have 40 minutes left per the battery indicator, my computer shuts down and i lose eVeRyThInG. that sucked during finals, for sure. lost pages of a research paper. also, safari (internet browser for macs) randomly dies. lost the function to open a new tab on safari too. grrrrrr. i bought the 3 year protection plan, but apparently that doesn't really cover anything, according to the last "genius" i took it to. i am going to a completely different store today.
last night, i went out with my friend M. she is sooooo cool. and she is going to cancun with her son, a friend of his, and a lady friend of her's. good news is her lady friend may not be able to go, and the ticket is paid for, so i am the backup! what can i do to ensure this lady can't go? trip her on ice, so she breaks something? drop some fecal matter in her drink, so she gets e coli? too evil! maybe i'll just bat my eyelashes at M and tell her how much i neeeeeeed a vacation. but her lady friend will provide her with the lovin' she needs. can't compete with that.
she also told me my ex-GF bought a house. it's strange, because i feel like i should feel some sort of emotion, but i don't care. i mean i don't care in a very apathetic way. whatever. life goes on. it's good. life should move on. even though XGF was a major bitch to me (called me post hurricane pretending to give a shit about me, but when i called her thinking we could actually be friends, she responded in a nasty email saying she only called me to see how i was, not to become friends... the way i see it, one should only call an ex if one truly cares for that person. i feel like she called me for the same reason all those effing people are taking tours for new orleans for $35 - disaster tourism. everyone loves to know someone from a disaster. SO. F'IN. CONDESCENDING.) what was i saying? oh, right - life goes on and even if i harbor some sort of angry emotion towards XGF, i am ok hearing about her new house. good for her/big deal/no matter to me.
tonight i am going out with an old friend A. we were friends, we hooked up, i got in trouble with XGF because our open relationship wasn't really open at all.. i think it will be a little strange to hang out because so much time has passed, but i think it will be fun too. no more drama, just catching up and having fun. i need some fun, especially with my lady so far away. sad face. sad pants.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
bad habits
i wake up at 10am, go to bed at 1am, spend way too much time in my jammies and barely job hunt. what am i doing? why am i wasting so much time? it's damn near impossible to do anything here. plus my lady is still visiting, and i reckon she doesn't want to watch me job hunt, thrilling though it sounds.
we are going to NYC tomorrow, taking the ever-unreliable chinatown express for $15 each way. i am going to miss the baby kitties! i can't stand being away from them for too long. of course, after this morning, i could use a break. lucas was doing the cha-cha on me from 7.30am until i gave in and got up at 10am. my lady just snores through it. she's fast asleep still. if ever we reach parenthood status, i think i am going to be the one getting up for the midnight feedings and the nightmares and the morning routine before school... ok, that's not completely fair. when we spent the night at my friend jude's, her 8 month old woke up crying and J was the one to get up and try to locate the binky. she couldn't find it, but she tried. the dad got up and took care of it instead. oh my, that was one rough night of sleep. babies make lots of noise. way worse than kitties. at least we can feed the kitties and kick them out of the room. child protective services would be banging on our door if we tried the same approach with little humans.
i have got to get moving on the job hunt. i have GOT to find something. part of me thinks i should just move to DC and take some crap retail job as i look for real employment. i do miss crate and barrel... and i was trained in tying a tiffany's bow. yeah, got my MPH so i can sell jewelry. it was really hard for me to go from C&B to tiffany's for my 2nd job. i kept telling customers that the open heart necklace was stainless steel instead of sterling silver. just to break the stereotype that people who shop at T's are rich, i must say that most of my customers didn't blink an eye when i said that. most of my customers were 16 year old pimply boys trying to impress their 16 year old pimply girlfriends by spending $120 on a necklace. the ads are right - it IS all about getting that little blue-green box with that perfectly tied white bow. it even works on me.
maybe that's what i'll do. i can just move. i'm not getting very far in the comfort of living off ma & dad. plus, that 30% discount at C&B is excellent!
we are going to NYC tomorrow, taking the ever-unreliable chinatown express for $15 each way. i am going to miss the baby kitties! i can't stand being away from them for too long. of course, after this morning, i could use a break. lucas was doing the cha-cha on me from 7.30am until i gave in and got up at 10am. my lady just snores through it. she's fast asleep still. if ever we reach parenthood status, i think i am going to be the one getting up for the midnight feedings and the nightmares and the morning routine before school... ok, that's not completely fair. when we spent the night at my friend jude's, her 8 month old woke up crying and J was the one to get up and try to locate the binky. she couldn't find it, but she tried. the dad got up and took care of it instead. oh my, that was one rough night of sleep. babies make lots of noise. way worse than kitties. at least we can feed the kitties and kick them out of the room. child protective services would be banging on our door if we tried the same approach with little humans.
i have got to get moving on the job hunt. i have GOT to find something. part of me thinks i should just move to DC and take some crap retail job as i look for real employment. i do miss crate and barrel... and i was trained in tying a tiffany's bow. yeah, got my MPH so i can sell jewelry. it was really hard for me to go from C&B to tiffany's for my 2nd job. i kept telling customers that the open heart necklace was stainless steel instead of sterling silver. just to break the stereotype that people who shop at T's are rich, i must say that most of my customers didn't blink an eye when i said that. most of my customers were 16 year old pimply boys trying to impress their 16 year old pimply girlfriends by spending $120 on a necklace. the ads are right - it IS all about getting that little blue-green box with that perfectly tied white bow. it even works on me.
maybe that's what i'll do. i can just move. i'm not getting very far in the comfort of living off ma & dad. plus, that 30% discount at C&B is excellent!
Sunday, January 01, 2006
adjusting
xmas is over (yay!) and it's a lovely, snowy new year here in MA. i am glad the holidaze have ended. i need to start moving on my life, getting things in order, and making a plan. #1 i need to find a job. i cannot STAND to have no income. i've always worked - often two jobs - and this stagnant hell of no paycheck is killing me. plus, once my lady leaves in 10 short days, i'll only have the kitties to play with. waaaaah!
kitties. soooo dang cute. they are really happy here, and my ma's cat libby has turned a corner with the boys. she was none too pleased about them at first, but she's currently sleeping in their spot on the blanket my mom made me a few years ago, which is much better than her hiding behind my mom's dresser. most recently, libby has gone into heat, because that's what happens when you don't fix your cat. oh my god, the howling. it sounds painful. she wails and groans and sticks out her behind... the kitties can't stand it either. emmett jumped on her and bit her head, which my mom thought was emmett saying "shut UP already!" my lady and i knew what it really meant. emmett has always been the alpha male. lucas is horrified by all of this nonsense and wants nothing to do with libby's lady urges. he is truly the sweetest kitten ever. he's my mom's fave, and he was everyone's fave at xmas too. the two of them sleep in between me and my lady every night, lucas in my armpit and emmett next to my lady. i LOVE these kitties!
it's been a bit rough getting used to the cold weather and living with the 'rents again, but i must keep reminding myself that it's temporary. gotta keep sending out my resume. my lady thinks i'll find a job before february. fingers crossed.
took J to see a drag king show the other night in JP. it was really good, but too crowded. ah, the signs of aging. when it's preferable to watch dick clark than to hang out with those young fools downtown.
kitties. soooo dang cute. they are really happy here, and my ma's cat libby has turned a corner with the boys. she was none too pleased about them at first, but she's currently sleeping in their spot on the blanket my mom made me a few years ago, which is much better than her hiding behind my mom's dresser. most recently, libby has gone into heat, because that's what happens when you don't fix your cat. oh my god, the howling. it sounds painful. she wails and groans and sticks out her behind... the kitties can't stand it either. emmett jumped on her and bit her head, which my mom thought was emmett saying "shut UP already!" my lady and i knew what it really meant. emmett has always been the alpha male. lucas is horrified by all of this nonsense and wants nothing to do with libby's lady urges. he is truly the sweetest kitten ever. he's my mom's fave, and he was everyone's fave at xmas too. the two of them sleep in between me and my lady every night, lucas in my armpit and emmett next to my lady. i LOVE these kitties!
it's been a bit rough getting used to the cold weather and living with the 'rents again, but i must keep reminding myself that it's temporary. gotta keep sending out my resume. my lady thinks i'll find a job before february. fingers crossed.
took J to see a drag king show the other night in JP. it was really good, but too crowded. ah, the signs of aging. when it's preferable to watch dick clark than to hang out with those young fools downtown.
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