Friday, April 11, 2008
bad kitten!
every morning, i find either a whole or part of a tissue in the kitty's water dish. i just realized that lucas is pulling bits of tissue from the box on the living room table, because there are torn up tissues coming out of the box. naughty kitten!
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
new computer!!!
i finally upgraded the old iBook to a new MacBook! yay! now i can do so many more things so much faster! here is a picture of us from the photobooth! and yes, i do wear this sweatshirt every single day that i can. but i swear, it's clean! i wash it!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
banged up
i was walking - ok, sort of half running, and i slipped (no ice to blame), fell in slow motion onto the frozen jakarta-esque sidewalk that surround my ghetto fabulous neighborhood (jagged and dirty, i am sure some drunk dude prolly peed in the spot in which i landed) and not only did i ruin my fave jeans, i busted my knee something serious AND i missed the concert to which i was heading. argh oooowwwwch!
it doesn't even look that bad in the pic. i ended up in the ER and had to get an iv of antibiotics AND i am taking drugs every four hours. 11, 3, 7, 11, 3, 7, repeat. sucks eggs! it got infected (duh) and the nurse said there was little i could have done to avoid an infection - i cleaned it real good, i swear! the worst part was i had to wear a brace on my leg. i couldn't bend it anyhow b/c of the infection and swelling, but then they wanted me to keep it totally straight (effin' heteros and their agenda) for, like, 5 days! i rebel today. no more brace. i am gimpy enough. though i must say, i felt a sudden comraderie with the handicapable people of the world. you know, those minor little ramps that lead to crosswalks? totally vital. jessica has assuaged my fears of losing my whole leg by telling me "there are plenty of successful amputees in the world, you know".
Monday, February 04, 2008
from Jan 24th....
Back on the road, my little holiday break of no travel, at least for work, ending (what kind of break was that, with 2 hospitalized and two throwing and going? F that. Do-over.) This has been an especially grueling week thus far – visited the folks last Thursday, left on MLK Day to head to somewhere Alabama, then to Little Rock (where is the rock anyhow) for 2 gloriously freezing days – yes, Alabamer gets cold as shit, who know – and I currently sit on a plane route to sunny – nope, raining Laguna Beach. Dag!
I return mid-Atlantic-side Sunday night. What is that, 10 days away? Eleven? Fortunately I had the foresight to wash me undies at me mom’s place. I think I can make it without a day of commando. If I need to go bare, it will be Sunday, the day I spend from 10 until 7 on planes. Think about that. How many people sitting around me are panty-less? Gross.
Still awaiting the day when all these miles flown translate into auto upgrades to the front of the plane. American sucks because so many people have status higher than my first-level Gold status. Rumor has it US Air bumps you more often. US Air happens to not be the easiest transfers for my trips of late. Damn you US Air!
Oooo – snackies! This isn’t Delta – I looooove those Biscoff cookies! – but it’s something.
I return mid-Atlantic-side Sunday night. What is that, 10 days away? Eleven? Fortunately I had the foresight to wash me undies at me mom’s place. I think I can make it without a day of commando. If I need to go bare, it will be Sunday, the day I spend from 10 until 7 on planes. Think about that. How many people sitting around me are panty-less? Gross.
Still awaiting the day when all these miles flown translate into auto upgrades to the front of the plane. American sucks because so many people have status higher than my first-level Gold status. Rumor has it US Air bumps you more often. US Air happens to not be the easiest transfers for my trips of late. Damn you US Air!
Oooo – snackies! This isn’t Delta – I looooove those Biscoff cookies! – but it’s something.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
getting hit on by a "member of the band" blah blah
at the swankiest, coolest, most perfect hotel ever - the colcord in oklahoma city. ice storm shut down this state earlier in the week, and this hotel is full (so said the two girls at the front desk, checking me in last night). they also couldn't help themselves when they said "there's a rock band staying here too!" it took a single raised eyebrow to get it out of them - kid rock! ha! i don't even like him but still! cool!
"and he's downstairs in the bar, you should come with us, we'll be there in 10!"
i did. and i got a beer, a grilled cheese, and a very attentive musician - not kid rock - hanging all over me. kid was sitting about 5 feet away from me, not really paying attention to anyone. and musician man was thinking he would get somewhere, anywhere, with me. which he wouldn't, of course. not only is he a man, he's a studio musician who lives in detroit and is, a-hem, 55. that's 4 counts against you, buddy. not interestingly, he disappeared (i almost wrote disapparated, harry potter much?) within 15 seconds of my telling him, in a conspiring tone, that i'm gay. poof. gone. done.
he had already given me his card and told me he'd put me on the list for the show if i called him. i thought about it but i bailed. no need to put up with that nonsense again, or to send mixed messages, or to use someone just to get into a free show to see someone i don't really like.
makes for a most entertaining story though. finally, all this travel leads to an interesting night!
"and he's downstairs in the bar, you should come with us, we'll be there in 10!"
i did. and i got a beer, a grilled cheese, and a very attentive musician - not kid rock - hanging all over me. kid was sitting about 5 feet away from me, not really paying attention to anyone. and musician man was thinking he would get somewhere, anywhere, with me. which he wouldn't, of course. not only is he a man, he's a studio musician who lives in detroit and is, a-hem, 55. that's 4 counts against you, buddy. not interestingly, he disappeared (i almost wrote disapparated, harry potter much?) within 15 seconds of my telling him, in a conspiring tone, that i'm gay. poof. gone. done.
he had already given me his card and told me he'd put me on the list for the show if i called him. i thought about it but i bailed. no need to put up with that nonsense again, or to send mixed messages, or to use someone just to get into a free show to see someone i don't really like.
makes for a most entertaining story though. finally, all this travel leads to an interesting night!
Monday, December 10, 2007
tex-ar-what-a?
in yet another hampton inn. another hotel that smells of sewage. the last time this happened (i think last week?) they said it was because the city was digging up the road and the smell was coming up through the pipes. that was in dallas, at the swanky hotel. now it's happening in texarkana, sans road work, sans swank.
i walked over to the olive garden (hey, it was there or sonic) and talked to J for a minute. she said "you are probably the only person walking in texarkana." she was right. i ventured over to pier one imports and bought a candle, only to have the little energy saver lightbulb go off over my head (delay and all) when i realized i don't have any matches with me. this is probably the ONLY time i wished i was near a smoker. no restaurants within walking distance had matches either, so i hopped in my impala and drove to a gas station. the man behind the counter said he didn't have matches either, so i pulled out a dollar and complained about how i would have to throw away this cheap mini lighter tomorrow at the airport when he reached under the counter and found a book of matches, miraculously. now i wait for this cheap candle to, at a minimum, cover the scent of OPP (other people's poo).
sorry, no fun to report here. no interesting places to eat, nothing fun to do. wait until tomorrow, when i am in oklahoma city!
i walked over to the olive garden (hey, it was there or sonic) and talked to J for a minute. she said "you are probably the only person walking in texarkana." she was right. i ventured over to pier one imports and bought a candle, only to have the little energy saver lightbulb go off over my head (delay and all) when i realized i don't have any matches with me. this is probably the ONLY time i wished i was near a smoker. no restaurants within walking distance had matches either, so i hopped in my impala and drove to a gas station. the man behind the counter said he didn't have matches either, so i pulled out a dollar and complained about how i would have to throw away this cheap mini lighter tomorrow at the airport when he reached under the counter and found a book of matches, miraculously. now i wait for this cheap candle to, at a minimum, cover the scent of OPP (other people's poo).
sorry, no fun to report here. no interesting places to eat, nothing fun to do. wait until tomorrow, when i am in oklahoma city!
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Juarez, almost
El Paso. I am intrigued by this place. Mountains, border control, Spanish spoken everywhere. It’s like no place I’ve ever been. J says that there is no way in hell she’d live here, but I find it charming.
I was upgraded to a Mustang. Awesome! I think people looked at me funny whenever I got out of that hunk of a car, thinking “what is that girl doing in a muscle car?” I wonder that myself. Once I got used to the giant hood, and once I adjusted the seat so I could see over that hood, I started to have some fun. Racing at red lights means something completely different in a ‘stang. You always win.
I expected the gas mileage to be horrendous but it wasn’t too bad, surprisingly. What was horrendous was the roadkill I spotted on the drive from El Paso to Alamogordo and back: dogs (like pets, not like wild dogs), foxes, birds and bunnies, and 2 cows. Yup. Cows. Too many animals die on the side of the highways in this country. But never did I expect cows.
I was upgraded to a Mustang. Awesome! I think people looked at me funny whenever I got out of that hunk of a car, thinking “what is that girl doing in a muscle car?” I wonder that myself. Once I got used to the giant hood, and once I adjusted the seat so I could see over that hood, I started to have some fun. Racing at red lights means something completely different in a ‘stang. You always win.
I expected the gas mileage to be horrendous but it wasn’t too bad, surprisingly. What was horrendous was the roadkill I spotted on the drive from El Paso to Alamogordo and back: dogs (like pets, not like wild dogs), foxes, birds and bunnies, and 2 cows. Yup. Cows. Too many animals die on the side of the highways in this country. But never did I expect cows.
Monday, December 03, 2007
back from the stomach bug
last wednesday, i made a huge mistake in eating at chipotle after going to the 8pm yoga class. around 3am, i awoke with an intense tummy ache. i thought it was because i ate some quacamole (i have an avocado allergy but it tastes!so!good!) and i figured i was paying my dues for sampling. an hour later (an hour of moaning and scaring the cats), all that i ate came roaring back up - undigested. from 4am thursday morning until 8pm thursday night, i was throwing and going. ugh. lovely imagery but screw this, it's my blog! i begged J to stay home with me from work - she obliged - and i was a miserable patient i am sure. sick sick sick. like i haven't been since elementary school.
not sure if the culprit truly is chipotle or a virus - though i had no other symptoms (no fever until friday morning when the scale revealed that i also lost 5lbs, no aches, no pains aside from the knives in my gut, no sweats or chills) it matters not. the mere thought of that cheap vegetarian friendly burrito joint brings the taste of bile to the back of my throat. damn IT!
5 days later and i am back on the road. in dallas now - at my favorite hotel! they upgraded me to their swankiest suite - i have a balcony and a full kitchen and a soaking tub - but unfortunately i am only staying one night. i am still under the weather a bit and go from feeling nauseous to feeling hungry and back again. i ate my first full meal last night and then today it's been touch and go. just had dinner and though my hunger won at the table, i feel too full for my own good. i have to work but in an hour, i am going to use that soaking tub. this is the good life... or it can be... wait until i report from texarkana and see what swank i'm experiencing.
not sure if the culprit truly is chipotle or a virus - though i had no other symptoms (no fever until friday morning when the scale revealed that i also lost 5lbs, no aches, no pains aside from the knives in my gut, no sweats or chills) it matters not. the mere thought of that cheap vegetarian friendly burrito joint brings the taste of bile to the back of my throat. damn IT!
5 days later and i am back on the road. in dallas now - at my favorite hotel! they upgraded me to their swankiest suite - i have a balcony and a full kitchen and a soaking tub - but unfortunately i am only staying one night. i am still under the weather a bit and go from feeling nauseous to feeling hungry and back again. i ate my first full meal last night and then today it's been touch and go. just had dinner and though my hunger won at the table, i feel too full for my own good. i have to work but in an hour, i am going to use that soaking tub. this is the good life... or it can be... wait until i report from texarkana and see what swank i'm experiencing.
Monday, November 26, 2007
yoga update
Yoga update, as promised. Oh my goodness! Shame on me for poking fun at yogis for all these years. It is hard! It is grounding. It is the best!
My neighbor Mary invited me and J to attend class with her a few Sunday mornings ago. We decided to pay for one month unlimited, and those of you who know me know that I absolutely needed to use up the free month in excess of what it would have cost to attend so many classes in a month. Right now, I’ve brought it down to about $8 a class (normal charge for a drop in is $20).
There have been a few instructors that I haven’t liked that much but even so, each and every class been a work out like nothing I expected. My arms are killing me today, and other days it’s been my hamstrings (one teacher talked about making our hamstrings “juicy” which made me a bit nauseas) but I got through it. I don’t really love the meditation part but I find it useful in grounding me. And I can’t stand the exercise of squeezing out every last fraction of a breath of air before inhaling because that makes me feel panicky. All the complaining aside, I love yoga! Love! It!
In between yoga classes and flights around our large country, J and I went to see Tegan and Sara. I can’t say enough about these two! Their music is fantastic – fresh, interesting, catchy. Ok, so the critic that is my brother probably won’t love them, but then again, maybe he will. I can’t predict his taste in music anymore. And if he does take my advice and listens to them, mark my words, in two years he’ll be trying to introduce them to me (as he did with The Glands).
I am en route to St. Louis for work and I get to squeeze in dinner with Sarah G! It’s the best when work coincides with friends. If only I didn’t have to fly back tomorrow.
My neighbor Mary invited me and J to attend class with her a few Sunday mornings ago. We decided to pay for one month unlimited, and those of you who know me know that I absolutely needed to use up the free month in excess of what it would have cost to attend so many classes in a month. Right now, I’ve brought it down to about $8 a class (normal charge for a drop in is $20).
There have been a few instructors that I haven’t liked that much but even so, each and every class been a work out like nothing I expected. My arms are killing me today, and other days it’s been my hamstrings (one teacher talked about making our hamstrings “juicy” which made me a bit nauseas) but I got through it. I don’t really love the meditation part but I find it useful in grounding me. And I can’t stand the exercise of squeezing out every last fraction of a breath of air before inhaling because that makes me feel panicky. All the complaining aside, I love yoga! Love! It!
In between yoga classes and flights around our large country, J and I went to see Tegan and Sara. I can’t say enough about these two! Their music is fantastic – fresh, interesting, catchy. Ok, so the critic that is my brother probably won’t love them, but then again, maybe he will. I can’t predict his taste in music anymore. And if he does take my advice and listens to them, mark my words, in two years he’ll be trying to introduce them to me (as he did with The Glands).
I am en route to St. Louis for work and I get to squeeze in dinner with Sarah G! It’s the best when work coincides with friends. If only I didn’t have to fly back tomorrow.
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