howeverbrief: (Winter)
So I did kind of a stupid thing this morning. Let's set the scene:

Since my hair has gotten longer, it has become important to dry my hair at least partially in the morning, both so that my bangs don't split at my part across my forehead (because I have some really bad cowlicks) and also because I have a lot of it and will look like a drowned rat if I leave it to dry by itself. I don't have a lot of patience or give myself enough time in the morning, though, so I usually don't take very much time to do this, five minutes tops. I also am not adept at it because I haven't dried my hair in years.

The outlet I use for my dryer is on the wall next to the mirror, so the cord hangs over the stuff on my counter when I'm using it. Among the stuff on my counter is a dish I use to keep earrings and wedding rings in because I am too lazy to keep them elsewhere, even though a couple weeks ago I reorganized the drawer I kept my makeup, necklaces, earrings and hair stuff in by transferring everything to a plastic set of drawers that lives in my closet. I had put almost all of my earrings in there except this dish, which still lived on the counter. This usually works fairly well because my earrings are at hand whenever I want to put in earrings in the morning or take them out at night.

Well, today my luck ran out, and while I was drying my hair, the cord to my dryer upended the entire earring dish into the sink.

I dug out what I could, mostly the stuff that didn't quite make it to the drain and the longer ones that didn't fit down the drain. I'm lucky my rings didn't fit because that would have set me over the edge. I would have been a lot more devastated if I hadn't taken apart the sink before, which I'll admit I'm pretty pathetically attached to these things, but once I saved what didn't go down the drain, I took a deep breath (okay, I cursed a fair amount) and left it for when I could take apart the sink.

The end to this story is pretty anti-climatic. Once I got home from work, paid bills for the month, and ate a delicious dinner Mike made, taking apart the sink wasn't too hard, just really gross. If I hadn't taken the sink apart before, it would have been even more disgusting, but since I had cleaned it out last time, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I was initially disappointed that only three earrings came out of the p-trap when I unscrewed it, but looking down the drain, I found most of them were stuck in the upper drain sludge. With the help of an old toothbrush, I pushed most of them out. They're now sitting in a mug full of hydrogen peroxide, though it's not fizzy so I'm not sure it's active. I might need to get a fresh bottle this weekend.

Anyway, there's my adventure with the sink today. I guess I learned that I don't get to leave my earring dish out while I have longer hair. Haha. Oh well. At least I have some handywoman skills.
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[Error: unknown template qotd]Uh.... a big 10-4 there, good buddy. My room was filled with stuffed animals as a kid. Because my dad still lives in the house I grew up in, I think the closet still is. When I was really young, I thought they were alive and talked and did stuff when I was out of the room. I also took special pains to not make others jealous when I was spending a lot of time with a particular stuffed animal.

(Toy Story came out when I was 12, if you're curious. That movie's not the reason I felt that way, though I did identify with that movie a lot. Haha.)

I wouldn't say that I had an absolute favorite. Different times in my life, I was obsessed with different toys. For example, when I had hernia surgery in the second grade, I took my bear Nyla with me. (I remember the nurses put a mask on her and gave her "anesthesia" as well.) Another year for Easter I think, I got a white rabbit in a green velveteen suit that I loved. (I really enjoyed The Velveteen Rabbit as a kid, which is probably more accurately the place I got the idea that toys were real. I think I won the book in a contest at school or the library. That was probably around that time.) A different Christmas, my mom had seen me eyeing a bear that was a chimney sweep named Sooty Sam. (I like Mary Poppins, but I'm not sure why I was so obsessed with this bear in particular. I must have really annoyed them with my screeches about "Sooty Sam!" that year.) When I was a little older, my parents brought back a bear that was wearing a shirt collar and tie. I then became obsessed with finding him a wife. (Not sure why. I was never wedding crazy as a kid. I just didn't want my animals to be without friends and mates.)

And along with all this, there were too many cat stuffed animals to count, some of which I even sewed myself. I'm pretty sure there's a row of them still in the closet at my parents' home because I organized things like that. I could probably still tell you all their life stories. Weirdo.

Do I still enjoy them as an adult? Uh... I don't have a guest room filled with them or anything. I don't talk to Mike with my squishible mini t-rex and the other dinosaurs plus various other characters I own an annoying and unhealthy amount of the time. (Wait, I do. Oops.) Not to mention I bought him a police officer puppet named Cyrus who is a filthy, dirty cop on our honeymoon who likes to talk about drugs and whores and who has since had a barely legal (or illegal?) teen puppet in a cheerleading outfit named Megan join him. (Mike generally voices both of them, though he insists my voice for him is creepier.)

Ah, anyway, I probably have more animals than a self-respecting 32-year-old should have, but there you go.
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I see the Writer's Block involves vaccination. I rolled my eyes and didn't read the whole thing. My brother and Mike's nephew Alex are both on the autism scale, with my brother leaning more toward what was called Asperger's and Alex leaning more toward very high-functioning autism. I entirely doubt this has anything to do with the fact they were vaccinated, especially given the science that has discredited the initial study that suggested vaccination causes autism. I'm also very glad they both were vaccinated because they are some of the best people I know. They are who they are, autism spectrum or not, and they're also still alive. Autism isn't the enemy, and people shouldn't be scared of it. When it comes to diseases that have been already cured for many years, I'm always going to argue for the cure. I've tried to see the other side's point of view, and I just can't. I think it is dangerous and misinformed at best. If this makes me hypocritical about this particular issue, I don't care.

Last weekend was Valentine's day and our three-year anniversary of the day we met. (It seems both longer and shorter than that somehow.) Mike made dinner on Valentine's day, and we had lunch with my parents on our anniversary so we could spend the evening together as well. It was nice that we had the whole weekend off, even if I had to use some of it to do general maintenance, which is what happens when you don't have too many days off in a row-- stuff like get haircuts and clean house and try to recharge while also spend time with people you don't get to see otherwise. It's a bit hard to manage to be honest, but it works, I guess.

More on Valentine's day: Mike got me this dude (Steggy) because I'm weird and obsessed with dinosaurs lately. Also, heh, something sexy. I got him AIDS and a Jesse, also because I'm weird. (AIDS is forever!) Mike made Oysters Rockefeller and tried and failed to make pizza (frozen and thawed pizza dough is the devil), and I made raspberry claufoutis which turned out pretty tasty (even though Mike still cooks way more than I do).

More on the 15th: Mom is doing pretty well. Her grip is coming back, and since she doesn't have a cast and doesn't have to wear a sling, it's not readily apparent she broke her arm. We had a very nice lunch at Tahoe Ridge Winery (a local winery in Minden that is opening a branch very close to our house soon), and afterward, it was fun to do a little infused olive oil tasting (they have a lot of different olive and balsamic oils). Mike ended up getting basil oil and cinnamon pear balsamic for other cooking adventures. After running more errands, we had dinner and watched Punch Drunk Love because our TV was still broken.

Hmm, what else happened this week? Right, a technician came out and fixed the TV. From what Mike said, the screen and motherboard had to be replaced entirely, and when I came home on Tuesday, the screen stayed on for more than five minutes! Just subtract from that the fact that the colors still get inverted from time to time. Ugh. We're pretty sure that the HD cables are to blame now, but if we replace those and are still having problems, we're going to have a serious talk with Directv, mostly because this has been going on for far too long and we have a bit of a background noise addiction that has been highlighted in recent weeks.

However, we encountered a new problem Wednesday that needed a more immediate fix this weekend. I had noticed that our queen-sized bed, which I've had since I was about 14, has been very squeaky lately. The baseboard has been separating from the sideboard, and I've been pushing them back together in the hopes that they won't break.

You know where I'm going with this.

Mike hopped on the bed Wednesday night, and I noticed that the joint was separated more than usual. I made him get off the bed to check out the situation and see if I could strengthen it somehow, but Mike hopped on it again, and the screws gave and tore right out of the wood, banging that corner of the bed onto the floor. I panicked and called my mom, thinking she might have an idea on how to fix it but to no avail. It's done. We dismantled it, put the pieces in the guest room, and have been sleeping on the mattress on the floor since. We're going to try to find a way to donate the headboard and baseboard somewhere, but we have no way to make it work for us again.

That did give us a chance to upgrade to a king bed with a new mattress yesterday, though. ;) The actual buying of the bed and mattress process wasn't as painful as I thought it would be, but trying to find a comforter set proved to be much more complicated than I thought, maybe because I thought Mike wouldn't care at all but surprised me by giving me lots of input and searching several stores then the internet with me until we found what would work.

What's funny about that is he actually just ordered the set we're going to use as I was typing this, so that's a bit of a ridiculous two-day process over what's basically a blanket and pillows. It's pretty though.

Poor Mike. Sorry you've been stuck in domestic hell lately. We ought to be set up by next Saturday hopefully.

Other than that, Mike's in Livermore for the monthly sales meeting. I worked two hours today. This is mostly babbling without a point. The cat is snoring behind me, and my feet are freezing. So it goes.
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Let's see.

I shaved 8 minutes off my mile walk time since last week. Not too shabby.
(45 minutes two weeks ago. 40 minutes one week ago. 32 minutes this morning.)


I sat with the kitties for a while this morning, which doesn't happen too often for too long.

I also lifted weights and did my physical therapy exercises.
(Damn, I've gotten weak. It's almost like I used to work with weights twice a week then stopped doing it for three months because I couldn't use my arms. Weird.)

I started laundry because that's a given Saturday task.
(Still incomplete right now.)

I went through the clothes in my closet, chest of drawers and storage containers, and I managed to put together four garbage bags full of clothes to give to charity.
(Good lord. Why do I have so many clothes? Oh right, I'm a friggin' yuppie.)

Mike and I cleaned out the meat and cheese drawer in the fridge then went grocery shopping even though we didn't need a lot.
(Managed to spend more than we do when we actually need stuff. Mike laughed and said it's always that way.)

I haven't been on the internet since about 3:00 yesterday, which is odd.
(After work and therapy, we ate at IHOP because Mike's so carb-starved, he's now craving pancakes, which he doesn't really like normally. We also watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure on a VHS tape Mike brought when he moved because I still have a TV with a VHS player in it in the bedroom. Haha, good times.)

Now Mike's making a low-carb casserole, partially because I wondered if it was possible to have such a thing since the binders in casseroles are usually pretty starchy. He found a recipe that seems promising, though--sausage, cauliflower, mushroom, chicken casserole with cheese. Sounds tasty anyway.

The dryer is beeping upstairs, so that's probably about enough of that.

EDIT: Oh, and I bought this guy last week, and it's one of my new favorite things. No foolin'.
howeverbrief: (Black)
I keep meaning to update about Utah, but my sinus infection has come back full force (with prednisone completely out of my system and round seven of antibiotics finished on Monday), and I have felt pretty tired and awful. Still, here's a start to that. If I don't end up finishing it in one go (and you're still interested), come back for edits and updates. (Also, if you're friends with me on facebook, you'll have already seen the avalanche of pictures. Haha, oops.)

Read more... )

EDIT: And wow, I think that's pretty much it.
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I wanted to write a post about social awkwardness tonight, but I have been doing physical therapy (went Monday for baseline measurements and yesterday to actually start) as well as exercises at home after work. This has made me increasingly tired and brain-dead long before I want to shut down for the evening, which means the posts I construct in my head earlier in the day tend to fall by the wayside while I'm staring at things on the internet until it's time to go to bed. Kind of sad, really.

Sheesh, I knew my endurance had declined, but I didn't think I had none left and would have to build it back from the ground up. Oh well. I guess it's good I'm getting cardio (in the form of riding the bike Mike got me for Christmas) and starting to do specific stretches to get my range of motion back. I can now put my foot on the ground and kind of walk, but it's pretty pathetic because my foot doesn't bend the way a normal foot would when walking. This makes sense considering I've been told not to do anything for the last three months. Still, it's hard to work out in real time, especially given how much I used to do before I injured myself.

And Patton Oswald just said, "I'll make your dick smell like Duck Dynasty!" on @Midnight, so there's that.
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Why yes, I did eat dinner wearing pajamas and using a "Blues Clues" plate set, audience who didn't ask. (How millennial of me, ugh.) It involved salad, which was a delivery mechanism for creamy Caesar dressing, taquitos, which I'm convinced were actually filled with beans because they didn't taste at all like beef, dipping sauce of sour cream mixed with hot sauce, and milk. I'm an adult! What's ridiculous is the entire process of getting changed and getting dinner to the table and eating took almost an hour.

Because this is what I do when Mike's not home.*

Then again, this was actually easier than it was when I first broke my foot, because at least I can stand in one place. I still do a lot of crutching around, but now I get a lot more impatient and end up either using the counter to move or hopping around on my good foot, which I'm sure isn't the smartest thing to do. About the time I get really comfortable and used to this way of moving around, I'll be released to physical therapy (hopefully, anyway).

I have just under two weeks left now, though, and I'm looking forward to not only walking again but also being able to carry things in my hands at the same time. Then there's also stairs, but that's how I got into this mess in the first place, huh?

On a different note, I am still having sinus problems, so my mom (who stayed with me last night while Mike was away) took me to the pharmacy to get a neti pot. From my limited research and hearsay, it seemed like it might be an alternative to dragging my ass back to the doctor to get put on antibiotics. I'm not sure if I have an infection or if it's my allergies, but my nose is sure driving me nuts still. I figured it wouldn't hurt to try to flush out my sinus at the very least, and it did seem to help a bit. It made me super dizzy, but it made me clear for a bit. I still complained and worried I'd have to go to the doctor when the results wore off after an hour, but today was a little better overall. I'm still very stuffy, but it seems better. Hopefully I'm not just placebo-ing myself because I really REALLY don't want to go back on antibiotics. I guess we'll see.

And I was a great host to my mom last night! No I wasn't. I was kind of sick and whiny and braindead. My poor mom. At least she was tired too. :/

Anyway, I have another entry that I wanted to write on Monday that doesn't involve my health at all (and in fact, I have it written, just not typed and composed), but it involves excerpts of my paper journal, which is all the way upstairs. Oh well. Maybe I'll catch up this weekend, which I'm also very much looking forward to. Stupid daylight saving time. I'm about ready to be used to that nonsense (or at least sleep in to a decent hour). I've had too many days where I've made a bunch of dumb mistakes this week. Woo.

Until I get it together, hopefully everything is going well otherwise. Catch you later and such.

*He had fish training in Livermore today (with Guinness battered fish and scallops, jealous!), and he should be home within the hour. It'll be nice to have him home again, even if he was only gone a day. Sheesh, when did I become that person? ;)
howeverbrief: (Ink)
Ah, Mike and his dad are on their way to Sacramento; and my mom won't get here for another couple of hours; so I've got some time to kill. Really, I ought to be doing laundry or something productive but not super tiring, but this is just as well. I don't get a lot of time to just sit and do this anymore.

Mike's dad's flight was delayed through Vegas, so he didn't get into Reno until almost 10, which put them in Carson around 11. We stayed up talking with him for a bit, and when he went to bed, Mike and I talked some more. We didn't get up until 9, and I feel a little bad about that because Brent is on Mountain time and had to be starving by that point. Oh well. We still had a nice little brunch at Heidi's in town, and after that we drove around town to show what little sights we have, haha.

I kind of forget there's more to this town, even after living in it for three years. I think Mike knows the streets better than I do now, but then again, every other year I have about six to eight months where the only places I go are work, the grocery store and home. I suppose that doesn't do much for getting to know a place, even if you were born here and have lived in the area your whole life.

Well, when I put it that way, I don't really have an excuse. For any of this.


I've been listening to these guys a lot recently again. I know I shouldn't have too many regrets about a really great event, but we wanted this song to play while we had our first dance at the wedding. I know it wasn't meant to be, and we couldn't have planned for the DJ to bring the wrong program as well as have a seizure right before the ceremony. Still, that along with not getting proper pictures with my siblings because our photographer didn't really understand us (and I didn't quite know what to tell her because I didn't have enough time to pull that one together) are probably my biggest regrets. It doesn't matter now. What's important is we're together and married. Things worked out somehow, and the future lays before us in a sea of possibilities.

I don't quite know what's next. Of course, I would have never believed this is where I'd end up if someone had told me ten years ago. I guess that's the flipside of not knowing, that there's equal opportunity for the fantastic and the horrible, the incredible and the pedestrian, the fulfilling and the heartbreaking, and everything in between, if not all at once.

I can't say too much or I feel like I'll jinx it. Even saying that is kind of throwing it out into the universe. I'm not asking for anything else to happen. Just saying.

BUT I'll leave you with a word of advice--
If you happen to buy giant microbes for your significant other because you think they're funny, don't leave them hanging around the living room where anyone can find them. Otherwise, you might have a conversation like this with your father-in-law:
"Hmm. Herpes is a weird name for a toy."
"Oh! Uh, yeah. Mono is over there too."

Whoops.
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INSTRUCTIONS: Take the first sentence or two (or a paragraph because I don't always follow the rules) from the first post of each month of 2012. That's your year in review.

JANUARY: Around the first of the year, I always have the year-end meme I've been doing for however long now at the forefront of my mind; so I never really say what happened on New Years because I would rather start off on a good foot journalisticly. I don't know if this ever really works.

FEBRUARY: Session officially starts Monday. I'm going in at 3:00 today and working until question mark. Then I'm going in tomorrow at 11:00 (or earlier depending on how much work we have) until question mark, predicted leave time of after midnight. Monday will probably be an early day as well. Hopefully I get next Saturday off, more so the one after that since it's my anniversary with Mike. Sigh.

MARCH: I was shocked to learn yesterday that I got this whole weekend off. We have to go in at 7:00 on Monday, but they didn't have enough work to have us come in on Sunday. So I texted my mom, and she let the guy who offered to fix my door know that I was free. He's coming tomorrow at 10:00, so hopefully I'll have a deadbolt by the afternoon so I can stop leaving the couch in front of the door, which is a little annoying but necessary for my peace of mind at the moment.

APRIL: April is usually the month where I try to post a poem a day. I am going to go ahead and say I probably won't do that this month. With session being what it is and deadlines looming in the near future, I'm not sure I'll have time to think about poetry in the way I want to. That's just the way it goes, I guess. I'll probably still try to get to it now and then, but it won't be a daily barrage of poetry. I'm sure you're all devastated. Haha. Nah, it's mostly a personal exercise I try to do, but this year doesn't seem very conducive to it.

MAY: It's been a pretty slow week. I've only had six hours of overtime total. Compared to last week, it's a damn vacation. But seriously, it's always hard to go from working that much to barely having anything to do. Sure, I always have projects on the back burner to tackle, but considering my project at the moment is reading statutes that were passed before I was born, I haven't been very engaged in what I'm doing, even if it is better than doing nothing at all. It's either work like a maniac or be bored to death in that job. Ah, even if it's not sustainable, I'd rather just have steady work all the time. Makes the day go by faster, even if it's a long one.

JUNE: I uh... Wow.

First off, there's this. (Link pointed to information about the end of session and the special session we were forced to have. Ugh.)

JULY: On the way back to the hotel after eating at Vernon's Hidden Valley Steakhouse (a speakeasy-themed steakhouse where we had an awkward experience at the bar but a very tasty meal), I had this conversation.

"I think I'm drunk on steak."
"Oh, well I hope not. I wouldn't want to steak advantage of you."

AUGUST: So uh, the big project that I said was going to send us into overtime at work a little before or after the wedding in September? The one I was trying to plan the wedding around because planning a wedding is stressful enough without working overtime?

SEPTEMBER: FIVE DAYS! ZOMG MY BRAIN IS ONLY WEDDING STUFF.

OCTOBER: Hey, we finagled some pictures out of the photographer (that is to say, she was nice enough to put some up for us even though she's said it's going to take two to three months to sort through and edit our pictures); so maybe we can get our thank you cards out soon. I'm pretty excited about that, probably because once that's done, I can stop thinking about how ungrateful we are... haha.

NOVEMBER: I'm doing okay. The surgery went well, and I've been mostly taking pills, eating, watching TV, and falling asleep while watching said TV during the day. Mike's been really sweet and helpful over the last two days, and I'm very grateful he's around. It hasn't been too bad considering. I haven't even really taken all the pain pills I could have, though I'm still taking a bit too much hydrocodone for my liking (mostly because it's making me very sleepy and dizzy and I'd like to get away from that soon). I take the recommended doses during the day and let it lapse at night so I don't have to get up any more than I already do when I'm supposed to be sleeping. Seems to be working out fine.

DECEMBER: Ah, okay. I got back from Utah yesterday, and Mike left for Livermore soon after. I have an entry on our Thanksgiving weekend, but it can wait until I'm less tired (which hopefully isn't too long from now or I'll never get it done). I also feel like I'm getting sick, but I'm hoping that's just a combination of hypochondria and my teeth still being messed up, though my new nephew and niece were both sick the whole time I was there (boo). I'm taking Cold-eez just in case, for whatever that's worth.

It's been quite the year. I'd say more, but I'm currently visiting New Mexico until the first. Hopefully 2014 will get rid of this obstinate sinus infection, but we'll see. Other than that, it hasn't been too bad lately. I hope you're all doing very well. Sorry for not keeping up better. I'll try to work on that this coming year.
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I had a dream the other night that I was looking at a catalog for Christmas gifts. One of the gifts was a set of painted pickets to put in the yard. There were reindeer, elves and Christmas lights, I think, but the piece de resistance was Santa. For some reason, this Santa had wide rim black glasses over squinty eyes, a green fedora, a scraggly beard, green pants, and a red Christmas sweater that had a Christmas tree in the middle with the words "Trust fund" around it in really skinny font.

That's right. I had a dream about hipster Santa.

Uh... That's all.
howeverbrief: (Black)
On the way back to the hotel after eating at Vernon's Hidden Valley Steakhouse (a speakeasy-themed steakhouse where we had an awkward experience at the bar but a very tasty meal), I had this conversation.

"I think I'm drunk on steak."
"Oh, well I hope not. I wouldn't want to steak advantage of you."

The rest of the weekend? Very enjoyable (despite the problems we had with reservations), but I'll talk about that another time.
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Me: Kiki! Bossing is hard!
Kiki: *Stares*
Me: I don't know how you do it!
Kiki: *Licks shoulder*
Me: Are you Tony Danza?
Kiki: *Tilts head*
Me: Hold me closer, Tony Danza?
Kiki: *Leaves room*
Me: What, is that not your jam?

Uh... anyway.
howeverbrief: (Winter)
When I did sleep last night, I had a dream I was in New Mexico with my mom. We went to this rinky dink diner for some mediocre food, and Guy Fieri was there saying he'd owned it for sixty years. We sat at the counter, and my mom talked to him for a while and found out he knew my dad's parents. He seemed jealous of my granda and happy about my granny while telling us stories about their youth in Ireland. At a break in the conversation, Mom turned to me and said, "Guy Fieri could have been your grandpa!"

What the hell, brain?

Ah, I don't really have much to say beyond that. Things are starting to get scrambled again. I have 24ish hours of overtime on this two-week period, and I guess today is Tuesday. I tend to lose track of what day it is when I have to work all weekend too. BUT MONEY, right? Don't mind me. This session seems like it'll be a little harder now that I'm a full-fledged second reader, but I made it through the last one somehow. Hopefully it won't be too bad. I can't really worry about it, I guess.

Speaking of things I can't worry about, I couldn't go to sleep because I was thinking too hard about the future. I need to not do that. The present is hard enough to manage, especially given the highly variable schedule. Everything's making me so damn nervous. Ah, sigh. It's ok. Just really high stress these days.

I don't really want to go into details at the moment. Soon, though, or maybe when I get more than a few hours to myself. Yeah, that sounds nice. Just need to remember this won't last forever.

EDIT: Oh, also this--

WOKE UP, ATE A SANDWICH, WENT TO BED!
howeverbrief: (Ink)
I wonder about a lot of weird things, like if the last frivolous purchase you make in a year helps define what the next year will bring. This makes no sense, of course. Lots of things happen that are not connected to each other, even if lots of coincidences seem to link themselves together regardless. Sure, they probably have no significance (okay, the probability is closer to 'most likely' considering my subject), but it's still something that zipped across my mind as I wound my way through Target earlier.

Whatever it's worth, tonight I bought thank you cards, two different kinds of hot sauce, and a watch. Hope you have a prosperous year ahead of you.

EDIT: Okay, I still think Gangnam Style is hilarious. That is all.
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Today I:
-Shoveled the driveway and porch (4-ish inches, I think, though it was melting as I was shoveling)
-Took a walk in snow drifts (took almost twice as long as usual)
-Cleaned the master bathroom
-Did a quick sweep and vacuum of the floor
-Started laundry
-Took a shower

Whew, that's really not that much now that I've written it out. I guess I'd better get used to this trying-to-jam-everything-into-one-day-off thing again. Looks like we're headed back into overtime, and this might be the last full weekend (other than Thanksgiving) I see for a while. It's back to deadlines and wondering how long the day will be. Right now it's only a mandatory 9-hour day, which isn't too bad, plus it's more money and/or time off later and all that jazz. It's okay. Just need to not get too anxious about it. I ought to figure out my Christmas gifts really quick, though. Hmph.

Oh well. I'm really tempted to drink hot chocolate and watch cartoons the rest of the day. Probably because this is stuck in my head:



Wait, now it's this:



Ah, screw it. Maybe I will.
howeverbrief: (Winter)
Ireland post? Uh... hopefully soon. In the meantime, some silly things about Halloween:

I really should have given more candy away... to the two trick-or-treaters I got. (Spell-check doesn't like the term "trick-or-treaters" and is suggesting I meant "trick-or-anteaters." Uh, no, but nice try?) It's the kids' fault I have so much candy left! Or not really, but I was hoping for more than two. I really didn't need all this candy laying around taunting me to eat it. Oh well.

My mom called right as I was giving away candy, and at the end of my conversation with her, I said I was tired of the clothes I had on and that I was thinking about putting on pajamas, even if more kids came. She replied, "Well, it's your life, I guess." I get the impression she didn't really approve of my heathen pajama-wearing-when-you're-sorta-expecting-company ways. Whatever. After all that, no one else came to the door, so what's it matter?

I've seen this segment of "Good Eats" on gelatin like five times now. Panna cotta brains with cranberry glaze does sound pretty decent, though.

Anyway, I ought to go to bed or something.

In Passing

Sep. 27th, 2012 09:30 pm
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1. How it happens every time:
"Cat A puked on the couch again. Cat A is always getting into trouble, though! I never have problems with Cat B."

The next day, Cat B violently pukes in multiple places while I look on in horror.

Ugh, oh well.

2. I had a dream a few nights ago that a man was playing basketball on a cruise ship. He was doing really well until he slammed the ball through the hoop, which split the ship in half and sent it to the bottom of the ocean.

Another passer-by turned to me and said, "Duncan didn't know he couldn't dunk."

3. It's amazing how adding two hours to a regular shift every day makes me HOMG that much more tired. Blah. It's only one hour in the morning (for which I have to get up at 6:00 instead of my usual 6:30 or 7:00) and a half an hour at night (because we make up the other half hour by cutting it out of our lunch breaks), but good lord, I'm not used to it yet. I will get used to it, of course. You get inured to that sort of thing after a while, even if you are zombied-out most of the time. Still, so not working well this week.

4. Mike is coming tomorrow and staying for the weekend. Then after that, it's not long until we go to Ireland, something like two or two and a half weeks. Have I talked about that trip yet, about how Mike won a sales contest at his work and the prize was a trip for two and he asked me to go with him? It was really iffy if I was going to be able to go, but it worked out somehow even though there are work deadlines and such. Also the still being together thing even though distance and other issues and whatever. Hearts. I can't remember. It'll be cool, though.

5. Lastly, no, I haven't heard anything. I'm doing my best not to read anything into that, but I'm not sure if it's working or not. So it goes.

And I should really go to bed now. Too bad I still need to do nighttime chores. D'oh! After that! Yes, yes.

EDIT: Or more like after I hang out on the internet until past my bedtime again. Double boo.

Landline

Sep. 6th, 2012 06:06 pm
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Here's the dumb song I was just singing to the phone.

There's the landline
I hear you ringing
check the caller ID

Hey there, out of area?
Nice to see you again
Can't wait to tell you
how much I don't want to chat

Oh wait, I'm not going to answer that
'Cause I've got shit to do
And believe it or not
it doesn't involve talking to you

But you know, leave me a message
and I'll get back to you if it's important
...
No? Just hang up instead?
...
Okay, guess you've figured it out then

...

Now to watch more DNC and try to find some dinner because I lead an interesting life.
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Comment to this post, tell me you want to do the meme, and I will pick five things I would like you to talk about. They might make sense or be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your journal. Other people can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.

tabular_rasa gave me these:

Seasons
Let's see. I think every season has its good points. Winter has hot chocolate and is compatible with my indoor hobbies (knitting particularly). Spring has thunderstorms, flowering trees, and general "newness" that comes along with warmer weather showing up again. Summer has vacations and my birthday. Fall has Halloween, falling leaves, and cooling weather.

I find it interesting that my favorite seasons have shifted as I've gotten older. I used to love spring the most, but that was before I realized what weird weather it brings to Nevada the other 90% of the time we don't have thunderstorms. I used to like winter and snow a lot more when I didn't have to drive in it and worry about how cold I was going to be constantly. Summer is okay for the most part still, though I never seem to schedule enough time off and have problems figuring out how to connect with other people without our schedules conflicting. Underneath it all, fall has risen to the top of the heap, with my favorite foods, holidays, and weather happening all at the same time. Still, it doesn't last. All good things must come to an end until next year.

And my mom likes to talk about there being a season for everything. She mostly says this when something bad is happening or a relationship that was once tight is waning. I think about that a lot these days.

Children
I like children. For someone who used to go around saying she'd never have children, I actually enjoy being around them a lot (when they're being cool, that is). I used to babysit quite a bit when I was in high school (a couple times for a family with five kids even!), and it made me feel old to hear that one of the kids I babysat for back in the day graduated from high school last month. Ouch!

Anyway, yeah. I really liked babysitting because it gave me a chance to be around kids without being completely responsible for them. (Hey, I was in high school.) Plus kids are pretty hilarious most of the time and see the world completely differently-- like some magical wonderland full of possibilities where we can get kind of stuck seeing the mess on the floor and the alarm clock going off early in the morning along with the rest of the crap we have to deal with. They remind me of my own childhood, which was pretty neat for the most part, and it's cool to be able to teach things and expose little people to well-worn concepts and see them be amazed and fascinated by them.

I was never one of those girls who sat around thinking about how many children to have with an eventual husband. The rare times I did, it came down to a logical argument with myself concerning population, which lead me to think that the most I'd have is two (though that made me sad because if my parents stopped at two, I wouldn't be who I am nor have the family I have today). Aside from that, I didn't really think about potential names or anything like that except in terms of what I thought would be funny-- stuff like "Fritz" and other weird things I can't remember now. This is probably because my siblings and I all have weird very Irish names, and I thought if I were to name anyone, it would have to be something fairly uncommon. Other than that, I don't know. I've since opened my stance on having children to, "Open to and depending on what my partner wants out of life." I feel like my biological clock should start ticking any minute now, but what's the rush? It'll happen if it's going to happen.

Airplanes
I've been flying since before I was born! My parents and older sister traveled to Ireland for a month when my mom was pregnant with me, and my family traveled a fair amount since. Even as a really small child, I loved the sinking feeling in my stomach I'd get when the airplane first leaves the ground and was never afraid of flying even though I'm still semi-afraid of heights. I never really understood that one. Give me a window seat, and I'll be content to stare out of it for most of the trip unless it's a red-eye flight and/or over 13 hours long. Those kind of really suck, but the destination is usually worth the hassle.

Also, hey, I'll be on a plane to Albuquerque soon! Sweet. ;)

Cooking
I'm surrounded by good cooks in my family. My sister is a pastry chef, and my mom is a dietician by education who helped launch three restaurants in the context of the casino business. Me? I like cooking, but I can't say I'm particularly gifted at it. I have a few things I can make fairly well, and I'm exploring new dishes when I'm not too lazy to cook, which is most nights. On those nights, I have a lot of shortcut dishes I make which border into trashy territory, but whatever. I haven't gained a million pounds yet, so I must not be doing too badly.

Video games
I like and loathe video games. I've played them since I was about seven years old, when my dad bought our first computers. Back then I liked games where I could learn things, like Number Munchers and most games from these guys (my favorite being Treasure Cove! OMG!). My parents were pretty big on educational games for obvious reasons, but we liked them too. I thought certain other games were fun, like Jazz Jackrabbit and the original Duke Nukem, but I was never very good at any of them.

The terrible part about video games is they bring out my competitive side, and playing against other people is usually a recipe for disaster because no matter how much I practice, I don't seem to get any competitive edge. Couple my desire to play well and win with my general inability to actually play these kinds of competitive games well and anyone talking about how much better they are than I am if I lose badly, and you'll end up with me in a very pissy mood. I hate how dumb I can get about that sort of thing, so I try to avoid that as much as possible. If anything, I play more non-competitive games, like puzzle games or The Sims, instead, though I haven't been doing that much at all due to lack of time lately.

Funny story: I guess my parents also bought us a Nintendo game system around that time (or maybe when I was younger) for Christmas, and I was snooping around in the closets before then. I saw the Nintendo box and came out to tell everyone about it.
My mom turned to me and said, "You didn't see that."
I apparently said, "No? Erase, erase, erase," while waving my hand in front of my face.
It must have worked because I didn't remember it, nor did anyone else, until we discovered the Nintendo in that same closet sometime during my high school years.

Whew! Okay. Life is pretty filled to the brim with happenings right now, but I don't want to deal with it here at the moment. I'm sure this will change soon, but you know, that's probably enough given my near-perpetual sleepy state these days. Happy longest day of the year. I'm going to go watch tv and chat before I have to go to bed. Sounds like a plan to me.
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Actually, I feel like writing now. Strange.

(I'm in a Calvin and Hobbes kind of mood. Bear with me.)

It's kind of funny to me. Well, lots of things are kind of funny to me. I tend to do a fair amount of things because I find them funny. Sure, I am perfectly capable of being serious (and don't cross me if I'm being deadly serious because you won't like the results), but I spend so much time oscillating between depression and boredom that when I'm in a relatively even-keeled mood, I try to amuse myself as much as possible. I'm not saying I'm always successful in this endeavor (since I still waste a lot of time being bored, looking for better ways to use my time and/or berating my time-management skills), but I like looking around for things that will make me laugh. For all it's vast uselessness, the internet is pretty handy in this regard. If you can't find some obscure trivia to look up, person to stalk, game to play, person to talk to, old commercial clip to watch, or whatever else on your own, the internet will most likely have something on it that will suck up your time and make you forget life for a while. Well, now that I put it that way, I might as well say that if Marx was alive, he might have called the internet the opiate of the masses (and that's not necessarily a good thing if you actually want to get anything accomplished in life), but it's not like communism was really successful and you get my point.

Anyway, every once in a while, it strikes me that while I am definitely grateful for this technology that allows me to stay connected to a larger number of people than I would otherwise (because let's be honest, if we only communicated through letters and phone calls, I wouldn't have met a fair number of you much less gotten to know you in the limited way I have), there are a lot of things and people I don't miss. For all the connections I have made, lost links, cherished companions, new friends, long distance relationships, family I wouldn't see otherwise, and more, there are certain people I have lost contact with purposefully that I do not regret in the slightest. In fact, I reach points like this where I realize how long it's been since I've talked to these people, and my heart lifts in my chest. It actually leaps with relief when I think about how, even if the internet gives me the option to track them down (or I already know where they are), I never have to interact with these people again if I don't want to.

On some level, it's still sad to me that it turns out that way, that I can't have a good, lasting relationship with everyone I let in my life. I don't tend to open myself up easily to others, and connecting in any sort of satisfying way has always been difficult for me. It's not that I don't want to have friends or be close to people. Quite the contrary. I'd love to have some sort of storybook friendship where I could call someone up in the middle of the night and tell them things if I needed to. I'd love to be able to drop everything for someone else because I know they would do the exact same thing for me, no questions asked, any time day or night. Alas, I have learned that this isn't how life works. You can't really expect that from other people, but that's okay, too. Other people have their own lives happening, and on some level, it's pretty silly and selfish to put that much emphasis on friendship. I mean, I wouldn't be able to live up to my own sky high expectations, and there's no reason for me to expect that of others. In the end, you do what you can for people and hope it comes back. Even if it doesn't, why worry about it?

But I'm getting off topic here. I guess what I mean is it's especially hard to lose friends when you're kind of iffy about making them in the first place. Occasionally, I will still have long-dead conversations pop into my head, and I'll want to solve them, to talk with the person even though I'll probably never see them again. These are the moments I don't especially enjoy being conscious and living with a brain that's constantly talking. Sometimes I wish I could switch things off for a while, just long enough so I wouldn't have to rehash arguments and conflicts that should have never seen the light of day again.

Fortunately, there's a flipside to all this, and that's those moments like these-- where I'm sitting quietly by myself underneath my ceiling fan with the windows all open, nothing but the TV playing in the background, and I realize that I'm miles and miles, nay, years and years away from who I used to be and these people I used to know. After all is said and done, in the silence of my home, I occasionally feel very blessed in that I have somewhat figured out that, even if there's still a lot I have to do and many more things I am responsible for, I control the great majority of who still gets to stick around, the people I actually want in my life as opposed to the people I used to surround myself with because it seemed "too mean" to tell them to go away.

Maybe it was cruel to banish them, maybe at first. Maybe there's a better way I could have done that, softer things to say, a more tactful turn of phrase. Maybe I could have made things a lot easier for myself from the get-go, recognized these issues long before I did anything about them or convinced myself it was okay when I knew deep down it never would be. I did a lot of it the wrong way. I failed. I made mistakes, and it could have been different. There are so many possibilities and paths life could have taken, but all I know is despite them all, I've ended up here, firmly entrenched in myself. So far as I can tell, that's not a bad thing. I am who I am; no one has to come with me if they don't want; and I'm fine never seeing some people ever again.

I don't miss the past one bit. Bring on that horizon.

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