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!!
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
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.
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