Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Oh right, I haz blog!

Not only am I behind in blogging, I am behind in email correspondence - usually a strength of mine. (I no use phone-y.) Apologies to those awaiting my words; I plan to catch up soon.

My new (not-so-new anymore) job is all words all the time and I think I'm a tad bit flooded. Or maybe it's not really the words, because i can still readreadread, but rather my computer screen. I've seen too much of its fancy face* these days.

But good news? I ordered some 30 dolla Levis online and they fit perf. And I found a really old school diner down the street from work that makes the most scrumptious grilled cheeses. White bread, American cheese, tomatoes, lots of butter on the bread, super melty, $3.00. Ooo! And I also found a park near the diner, full of grass and trees and benches and quiet nothingness. I usually sit on a weird concrete structure next to cleaning people on break, so I think I'll lunch there instead.

And....Jessica Fletcher calls.

*Anyone get that?

Friday, June 19, 2009

For cereal

Thank you all for listening to - and commenting on - my strange rant the other night. (And now you all know about my former obsession with the Perfect Ponytail. Hello, OCD! Let's shake hands.)

I'll admit I've been crabbier than usual. For example.

I've been driving to work lately and have to cruise through a really touristy part of the city every morning, Union Square. The road rage I feel toward the inhabitants of that area is...impressive. Chunks of my hair are littering our car's floor. Also? This morning, I went to eat some canned peaches and realized they were sweetened with Splenda. I yelled, "SPLENDA?! MOTHERF#%$ERS!" Of course I ate it anyways.

But! It's the weekend now! And that makes me un-sad. I'm going to buy some non-Costco underwears and read 'Salem's Lot (don't you dare hate on The King) and try to make Clay eat a sandwich with me in the park.

Speaking of Clay and eating.

The other night, I'm sitting on the couch and hear him in the kitchen say quietly, to himself:

"This is going to be great!"

So I look over and see this:

My heart.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Things I hate right now

My clothes. And how they look on me.

I'm having a real fit over here. You think I'm being funny. I wish you knew how not-funny I was being.

Oh, I also hate my hair right now. I'm growing out my bangs and it's terrible. They are neither long nor short and they get greasy and stringy and stupid.

I have one pair of jeans that looks good-ish on me, but they're only semi-comfortable. I have another pair of jeans that look stupid on me, but I have to wear them because they're comfortable. My shirts are all old or stained or my chest is busting out of them. And I wear white socks with black sneakers and my bras are bad and my underwears are from COSTCO (?????). I'm tearing up.

It's nobody's fault but mine. I have enough money to buy some simple, well-fitting things I like. I even haz husband who likes to shop and picks out lovely things for me. But I never get it right. It's one huge fail.

And it makes me angry because there's no reason not to look nice and feel nice about things. I just can't do it.

Oh, also? I always sleep too late to wear makeup and I need to pluck my eyebrows and the spaghetti I cooked tonight was boring. I'm also really bad at running and I got a D in Pre Calculus.


Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Ask and ye shall receive

We'll start with the table, which we received today. Admittedly, we're a little bummed because they kinda screwed up our order. We asked for legs about half the chunkiness and I guess they ignored us? We can't decide whether we care enough to return it or not. We're really pleased with the size otherwise and the stain. I'm mostly pumped for the SPACE -- now we can both eat cereal and read our magazines with our laptops up. Enough of this TALKING.

And no, you're not blind, we also need new dining room chairs. This is a hodge podge of office chairs and such. We've got some wedding cizash left at Crate and Barrel and will probably make the purchase there.

The new couchy! Mustard! Velvet! Long! A little bouncy! We were semi-unsure at first about the ride (we don't exactly sink in), but we're into it now. It's just so darn soft and I love the high arms -- perfect for snuggling in with some pillows and brownie bites and Dexter.

I'm showing you where to look, over my shoulder. Our old white table is now stationed near the window in the extra room. I think it'll be nice for sipping tea and staring into space.

Chilling at the table, taking it all in. Slowly but surely becoming home.

Monday, June 15, 2009

So we're keeping the couch

We've decided it's good and fuzzy. Tomorrow morn our new dining table arrives and then pictures will follow. Ze place is coming together, mein lieblings.

Uh, what else.

I can't stop eating McDonald's at 10 a.m. I eat my cereal and banana and OJ before work, but I have a serious crash around 10 and chicken nugs are the only thing that will do. Help me?

We also can't stop watching Dexter. I started it back when it premiered in 2006, but haphazardly. And now it's on Watch Instantly. We're on day two, episode...10? There's no stopping us!

Friday, June 12, 2009

A few things for Friday

1.) I can't stop singing that good ol' ditty from ABC, circa 1990:

It's Friday night
And the moon is bright
Gonna have some fun
Show you how it's done

Now THAT is some serious brand equity, but they really let it go to waste, no? What have they got to show for it now? Me watching Lost, I suppose. Frankly, I miss the Tanners. They live right down the street, though...

2.) Clay suffered through work with a sick tummy (or "busted gut" as he said) and stumbled home around 6:30 begging for a short nap. I granted him one, but it quickly turned into a shared nap. I just woke up, it's currently 9:45, and he's currently still sleeping. Fail! Still felt good, though.

3.) I can't stop coughing. But it's a real loser of a cough, completely unproductive and dry. It's some sort of acid reflux nonsense, I think. It's driving me - and everyone around me, thanks - batty.

4.) I just remembered I went to bed last night feeling really sorry for myself. Like, I shed a tear before falling asleep. Completely made a bunch of stuff up in my head and then felt sad about it. Do you ever do that? It was especially strange timing because we'd just gotten back from

5.) Wicked! Me loved it. I somehow never got around to see it, and lucky us it's in San Francisco for the summer. It's got a catchy score by Stephen Schwartz, fun Oz things, and lots of girl power messages. I think I smiled the whole time.

6.) Our new couch got delivered this morning. I'm sitting on it right now. Love how it looks. How it feels? To be determined...Let's just say it inspires/requires good posture. I'll post some pics soon.

7.) I haven't watched an SVU in like three days! Bye now.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

A poll

My new friends at work convinced me to fall in love with Buffy the Vampire Slayer - the Joss Whedon pro-gram, not the movie. (Although me deeply loves an early 90's Luke Perry, so you won't hear arguments from me there.)

I always thought I'd probably hate the show, though the more I think about it, I'm not sure why. It's got all the elements of my type of crack pipe - teen angst, witty banter, things with fangs.

I'm diving right in, currently burrowed into my couch with some brownie bites, a couple quilts, and disc one, season one, episode three on my screen. Sarah Michelle's 1997 bangs are killing me softly and I'd like another glass of milk. All well and good, but this is going to take up some serious Netflix time and space. Right? Right.

The way I see it, there are two - vastly different - solutions to my new addiction:

1) Buy ALL SEVEN SEASONS for one-easy-payment of $180.


2) Laboriously trudge my way through Netflix, disc by disc, waiting impatiently by the mailbox with a frown and a few tears.

The answer is easy, right? Just let Clay know and I'll thank you promptly.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

I woke up this morning

Desperately craving a Disney cartoon. Preferably something from my heyday - Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, or Little Mermaid - though I'd definitely take a Cinderella or Pinnochio (or Jungle Book or Peter Pan or Alice in Wonderland or 101 Dalmations). But nothing as "new" as Pocahontas or Hercules. No, no, no. Will not compute.

The problem? I own none of these beauts on DVD. VHS only, because I'm old and shriveled. Also? The damn vault keeps me from buying them whenever I want. Which is insane. I want to throw my money away and they won't let me? Fail.

What do I do, people? I desperately need these in my life yesterday. Someone suggested the library, but I searched online and I don't think they're there? Double fail! Plus, let's get honest here, I think I need to own them. My, my, mine.

Used-from-Amazon appears to be my only option. But have you ever bought used-from-Amazon? It can take AS LONG AS A WEEK. Sniff.

In other less disturbing and important news, I finally got my grades in. Never since middle school have I received straight A's. (Which, through Sherlock-style deduction, should tell you something about City College), but hey - I'll take it. Means I actually brought my flat ass to class and sat through hours of pain, when usually I'd just skip and eat a doughnut.

Speaking of which. My roommate just brought me TWO different cupcakes to choose from. Tasty nom pops dot com!

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

I was marvelling

To a friend the other day about how breezy it's been, this transition into my new job.

"People are so friendly! And we just, sorta, talk about stuff and laugh! It's easy!"

"Are there a lot of girls around?"

"Actually, no..."

"That's why."

Sorry, ladies.

Most of my jobs have been with scads of womenfolk - much talk of chocolate and shoes, estrogen levels off the charts. There were tight cliques and constant whispers and subtle social boundaries to learn and oh sweet Jesus I'm getting hives just thinking about it. Don't misunderstand me, I had some solid times with these gals and made some strong attachments.

It's just that now that I'm out of it, working in video games (boys, boyz, boiz), a world free of drama has finally been revealed unto me. I do my thing, I make my nerdy comments, I drink my orange soda, no one hates me for having a nice face sometimes, I don't cry in the bathroom.


Tuesday, June 02, 2009

A very short post


that's all.

Monday, June 01, 2009

For lots of days I talked of pie

And finally, yesterday at Whole Foods, I bought one. Along with an almond croissant for my mouth and a chocolate croissant for Manjiri's. We ate them while we drank chai and played with her little Bean. It was a lovely way to spend a Saturday morning, as the fog whipped around outside.

But back to the pie.

There's nothing quite so lovely as pie, no? It takes a lot of work to make a good one. I didn't always like pie as much as I did cake or fudge or sundaes, but now I can't stop thinking about it. I picked out a peach and blueberry beauty and I've been savoring precious. The microwave just beeped after a 30 second heat-up and I yelled, "Coming, honey!"

I s'pose I should learn to make my own pie? Does anyone have any tips? I know there's something about ice water for the crust. Or I could just keep heading to Whole Foods for all my pie needs. Store-bought when the store is WH isn't too shabby.

In other news, Clay is playing a video game where his character hops in a sewage truck and sprays poo on people. Wanna come over and watch with me?