I am having a Steel Magnolias sort of a day. I am certain that plenty of people know what that means. All I want to do is curl up under a blanket, put in Steel Magnolias and loose my shit for awhile.
Didn't see that one coming.
I am in Seattle. Staying downtown. I have a car and no plans for hours and zero modivation to do ANYTHING.
I called Daughter, which was, perhaps an err in judgement. She is not happy and so...GUILT!
Christ, you know what it is. Daughter and I would be having so much fun if we were here together. So I feel like an asshole for leaving her at home and I feel like an asshole for not doing anything while I'm here since I'm here and I have no schedule.
Oh! But I've had about six arguments with Boyfriend in the 18 hours that I've been here. Sweeeeeeeeet.
I did go to the Elliot Bay Bookstore. Which is one of my favorite places. I bought this.
And I went to Sephora, because it is delicious.
And I went to Whole Foods because it is also delicious, although the hand roll that I bought for lunch was a little more complicated than I was anticipating.
Ok. We have dinner reservations here and are going running at one of my all time favorite places on earth tomorrow.
I'm enjoying this and looking forward to shopping for this.
That is all.
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21 November 2008
20 November 2008
Boyfriend is better than aveda.
Um. Boyfriend sort of hates me right now. It has to do with potato chips. Whoops.
Boyfriend is awesome.
As are the Aveda products that are springing from every available surface in this hotel room. Yum.
Boyfriend is better than Aveda. Swear to god. Aveda is, presumably, calorie free and totally unwilling to seek out food for me at 11:30pm when all I've eaten for the day is thai noodles at noon.
Thank you.
That is all.
Boyfriend is awesome.
As are the Aveda products that are springing from every available surface in this hotel room. Yum.
Boyfriend is better than Aveda. Swear to god. Aveda is, presumably, calorie free and totally unwilling to seek out food for me at 11:30pm when all I've eaten for the day is thai noodles at noon.
Thank you.
That is all.
19 November 2008
live blogging from MOVIE NIGHT!
We are watching Wall-e on dvd, Daughter and I.
Wall-e was the first movie she saw in the theater. I think that was a good choice.
(Yes, I realize we watch a lot of movies...or I talk about the movies we watch a lot...or something.)
I have a haircut tomorrow. I am highly excited about that and tomorrow evening I am flying to Seattle (again) for the weekend plus a couple of days).
I am sore from running three days in a row (on a treadmill nonetheless) and also doing crunches. I think I am mostly sore from the cruches. Oh, sad, sad state of my abdominal muscles. So, so pathetic am I.
This also "happened" in the world of the mommyblogs today http://dooce.com/. Call me a cynic, but I do not think that if I announced that I was pregnant on the internet that the news would render 2,313 comments.
That would be cool though.
Also, Congratulations to the Armstrongs.
Damn, Wall-e really is a good movie.
Live Blogging from MOVIENIGHT! Wow, I am so supremely exciting.
In other (only mildly related) news, I am reading this and very much looking forward to the upcoming movie about the same subject matter. I can't tell you how insensed I am about the Prop8 business in California and by insensed I mean really profoundly disappointed. I think the book is spurring me on a bit. I really genuinely do not understand why gay rights are so slow in coming in this country. I do not understand why homophobia is so condoned. I blame the churches and all the small minds contained within their walls.
I think that this is one of the better discussions of the issue. Please watch with an open mind.
Wall-e was the first movie she saw in the theater. I think that was a good choice.
(Yes, I realize we watch a lot of movies...or I talk about the movies we watch a lot...or something.)
I have a haircut tomorrow. I am highly excited about that and tomorrow evening I am flying to Seattle (again) for the weekend plus a couple of days).
I am sore from running three days in a row (on a treadmill nonetheless) and also doing crunches. I think I am mostly sore from the cruches. Oh, sad, sad state of my abdominal muscles. So, so pathetic am I.
This also "happened" in the world of the mommyblogs today http://dooce.com/. Call me a cynic, but I do not think that if I announced that I was pregnant on the internet that the news would render 2,313 comments.
That would be cool though.
Also, Congratulations to the Armstrongs.
Damn, Wall-e really is a good movie.
Live Blogging from MOVIENIGHT! Wow, I am so supremely exciting.
In other (only mildly related) news, I am reading this and very much looking forward to the upcoming movie about the same subject matter. I can't tell you how insensed I am about the Prop8 business in California and by insensed I mean really profoundly disappointed. I think the book is spurring me on a bit. I really genuinely do not understand why gay rights are so slow in coming in this country. I do not understand why homophobia is so condoned. I blame the churches and all the small minds contained within their walls.
I think that this is one of the better discussions of the issue. Please watch with an open mind.
17 November 2008
so, i finally broke down and went to the gym
So, I finally broke down and went to the gym. I have been waiting (in vein) for my running motivation to return as the temperature steadily drops. I blamed the stress of the election, which will not conclude here until this week. I blamed the goddamned cold and the snow and the ice and the dark and the goddamned cold. I blamed well my own laziness and not wanting to be apart from Daughter for a whole hour and readjusting to living in the same house as my Boyfriend and well then I decided that this was happening a few days ago (Update: It is SO. NOT. Whew! Curious concern: What's up with the plethora of symptoms? Huh? Huh, body, don't start screwing with me now...)
I have had a gym membership for just about exactly two years now. Daughter and I use it to go to the pool. I mostly use it for tanning. On Election Day I went straight to the steam room after two hours of subzero sign waving. I Love The Steam Room.
I have been a very lousy gym member since I discovered that I actually enjoy running out of doors. Treadmills are kind of a bore after that. Also, the gym nearest my parents' house, the one with the pool that Daughter and I use, is my least favorite for anything but swimming. The room with the cardio stuff is not as well ventilated as it could be and is hot and has three rows of televisions which means that I always wind up running underneath a television which make me uneasy. Also, its full of housewives. Southside housewives. Who are kind of, in my opinion, the Stripmallville variety of The Housewives of Orange County. Really obnoxious oil company exec spouses who can kind of bite me. They also sort of stink eye me. I think they think I'm a trophy wife. Since I am about 15 years younger than they are and there with a young kid and really no one my age who has a kid lives in this part of town because it is damned expensive, etc. etc. etc. Anyway, according to my theory, the fact that CLEARLY I have stolen someones husband makes me their natural enemy so they get all clique-e and don't talk to me or my kid and they can bite my divorced and living with my parents single mother ass...(which, thanks to all the running is way hotter than theirs. So there.)
The gym I like is on the other side of town. It is conveniently located close to Daughter's school. So today, I got off my ass and after I dropped Boyfriend at the airport went to the good gym with the friendly, educated, less obnoxious and way more athletic people. Where, at 10:45 is filled primarily with retirees and a couple of housewives who are only five-ten years older than me. It only has one row of televisions all located at the front of the well ventilated treadmill room and the treadmills are much better as all the good runners in town work out there.
I did 45 minutes on the treadmill. I really don't like treadmill running. I used to. I'm better at pacing myself now and according to the treadmill I run a lot slower than I think that I do on trails. Which sort of bums me out, but I'm trying to work through it. I even did some crunches on a ball and some pilates push ups on a mat after I ran. And I took a glorious, glorious steam. So, I am resigning myself to get back into the gym routine. I am flirting with the idea of adding a twice weekly Pilates class and a couple of spin classes into my routine for the winter because, seriously, I can only do so much treadmill running before I ache more than I should. We are adding Boyfriend onto my membership after the new year and I think that spin would be good for him too. Although he hates group exercise and is reluctant to even run in public. Which I think is weird.
I also am going to force FORCE myself to run outside once a week through the winter. But only when it is above 20 degrees. Below twenty is freaking crazy stupid and painful.
Ok. So there it is. I went to the gym. I ran for the first time in two weeks. (Oh? Did I forget to mention I have been LAME?). I did not freeze my lungs. I did not fall on ice and break my bones. These are nice things. I DID fantasize about being in Seattle for four days and getting to run at Greenlake in 50 degree weather. I really can't wait for that.
I have had a gym membership for just about exactly two years now. Daughter and I use it to go to the pool. I mostly use it for tanning. On Election Day I went straight to the steam room after two hours of subzero sign waving. I Love The Steam Room.
I have been a very lousy gym member since I discovered that I actually enjoy running out of doors. Treadmills are kind of a bore after that. Also, the gym nearest my parents' house, the one with the pool that Daughter and I use, is my least favorite for anything but swimming. The room with the cardio stuff is not as well ventilated as it could be and is hot and has three rows of televisions which means that I always wind up running underneath a television which make me uneasy. Also, its full of housewives. Southside housewives. Who are kind of, in my opinion, the Stripmallville variety of The Housewives of Orange County. Really obnoxious oil company exec spouses who can kind of bite me. They also sort of stink eye me. I think they think I'm a trophy wife. Since I am about 15 years younger than they are and there with a young kid and really no one my age who has a kid lives in this part of town because it is damned expensive, etc. etc. etc. Anyway, according to my theory, the fact that CLEARLY I have stolen someones husband makes me their natural enemy so they get all clique-e and don't talk to me or my kid and they can bite my divorced and living with my parents single mother ass...(which, thanks to all the running is way hotter than theirs. So there.)
The gym I like is on the other side of town. It is conveniently located close to Daughter's school. So today, I got off my ass and after I dropped Boyfriend at the airport went to the good gym with the friendly, educated, less obnoxious and way more athletic people. Where, at 10:45 is filled primarily with retirees and a couple of housewives who are only five-ten years older than me. It only has one row of televisions all located at the front of the well ventilated treadmill room and the treadmills are much better as all the good runners in town work out there.
I did 45 minutes on the treadmill. I really don't like treadmill running. I used to. I'm better at pacing myself now and according to the treadmill I run a lot slower than I think that I do on trails. Which sort of bums me out, but I'm trying to work through it. I even did some crunches on a ball and some pilates push ups on a mat after I ran. And I took a glorious, glorious steam. So, I am resigning myself to get back into the gym routine. I am flirting with the idea of adding a twice weekly Pilates class and a couple of spin classes into my routine for the winter because, seriously, I can only do so much treadmill running before I ache more than I should. We are adding Boyfriend onto my membership after the new year and I think that spin would be good for him too. Although he hates group exercise and is reluctant to even run in public. Which I think is weird.
I also am going to force FORCE myself to run outside once a week through the winter. But only when it is above 20 degrees. Below twenty is freaking crazy stupid and painful.
Ok. So there it is. I went to the gym. I ran for the first time in two weeks. (Oh? Did I forget to mention I have been LAME?). I did not freeze my lungs. I did not fall on ice and break my bones. These are nice things. I DID fantasize about being in Seattle for four days and getting to run at Greenlake in 50 degree weather. I really can't wait for that.
16 November 2008
Monsters and Pandas and KungFu...Oh My!
Daughter goes back to her Dad's House tonight, back to the normal schedule. It has been a fun week.
Last night, for Movie Night, we watched Kung Fu Panda at my friend SF's suggestion. It is an instant favorite. We watched it again this morning. Daughter is pretty determined to become a Kung Fu Master by the age of three. She stands in front of the gigundus television and acts out all the action sequences. Which was pretty awesome looking last night when it was pitch black in the house.
This morning she added all the running like a cat sequences and created obstacles courses for herself.
Here are the things I liked about the movie:
It was artistic. The action sequences and the intro and stuff were pretty kick ass.
There were no damsels/princess/fair maidens/barbie dolls/care bears/or my little ponies.
The food looked really good and there were some fun special features including one about how to use chopsticks.
Daughter was so tired out from all the late night (we didn't start the movie until 7:30) Kung Fu that she fell asleep in about two minutes flat (after we finished the fourth daily reading of The Grunch!).
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We also took Daughter sledding for the first time on a 'real' sledding hill. She had a blast. It was the perfect time of day (around noon) so it was as warm and sunny as it was going to get, but with the exception of four high school girls, there were only little kids around and not that many of them.
She got pretty tired out after about ten runs (and hikes back up the hill), but had a blast and looked extra adorable in her hot pink snow pants.
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The rest of this month is going to be pretty hectic. Hell, the rest of the YEAR is going to be pretty hectic, but I'm determined to carve out some more sledding time.
Right now I am basking in the squeals of laughter erupting from downstairs and Boyfriend and Daughter are deeply involved in a game of CATERPILLAR MONSTER with the cat. I don't quite understand all of the rules, but there is laughter and tickling involved and some effort, it seems, to get the 18 pound cat into a cocoon so they can tickle her into a butterfly.
Good luck with that. The cat is the real MONSTER. And, unlike Boyfriend or Daughter, she isn't afraid to bite. . .
Last night, for Movie Night, we watched Kung Fu Panda at my friend SF's suggestion. It is an instant favorite. We watched it again this morning. Daughter is pretty determined to become a Kung Fu Master by the age of three. She stands in front of the gigundus television and acts out all the action sequences. Which was pretty awesome looking last night when it was pitch black in the house.
This morning she added all the running like a cat sequences and created obstacles courses for herself.
Here are the things I liked about the movie:
It was artistic. The action sequences and the intro and stuff were pretty kick ass.
There were no damsels/princess/fair maidens/barbie dolls/care bears/or my little ponies.
The food looked really good and there were some fun special features including one about how to use chopsticks.
Daughter was so tired out from all the late night (we didn't start the movie until 7:30) Kung Fu that she fell asleep in about two minutes flat (after we finished the fourth daily reading of The Grunch!).
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We also took Daughter sledding for the first time on a 'real' sledding hill. She had a blast. It was the perfect time of day (around noon) so it was as warm and sunny as it was going to get, but with the exception of four high school girls, there were only little kids around and not that many of them.
She got pretty tired out after about ten runs (and hikes back up the hill), but had a blast and looked extra adorable in her hot pink snow pants.
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The rest of this month is going to be pretty hectic. Hell, the rest of the YEAR is going to be pretty hectic, but I'm determined to carve out some more sledding time.
Right now I am basking in the squeals of laughter erupting from downstairs and Boyfriend and Daughter are deeply involved in a game of CATERPILLAR MONSTER with the cat. I don't quite understand all of the rules, but there is laughter and tickling involved and some effort, it seems, to get the 18 pound cat into a cocoon so they can tickle her into a butterfly.
Good luck with that. The cat is the real MONSTER. And, unlike Boyfriend or Daughter, she isn't afraid to bite. . .
15 November 2008
14 November 2008
See, I didn't miss a day. Really, it says 14 November right there in the header. You can not possibly argue with the HEADER for christsakes.
Ok. So, I did not forget to post yesterday. I planned to post just as soon as I could sit down to a computer. Which worked out to be about 9:30pm. By 9:30pm I was sound asleep. So there. There is my excuse.
I apologize.
Not sure to whom I am apologizing, since NaBloPoMo is really a self imposed challenge.
At any rate, we have a busy day ahead. Errands and maybe some sledding and DAMN I really want to go for a run since it has. been. awhile.
Daughter goes back to her Dad's tomorrow night and the next three weeks are going to be pretty discombobulated. I'll be in Seattle again next weekend for a few days. Boyfriend is going to be gone from Monday-Sunday. I'm going to be gone from Thursday night-Tuesday night. Daughter will be with her Dad for the next three weekends, which I think sort of sucks, but ah well.
Ok. Real Saturday Post later today. Happy Weekend.
Ok. So, I did not forget to post yesterday. I planned to post just as soon as I could sit down to a computer. Which worked out to be about 9:30pm. By 9:30pm I was sound asleep. So there. There is my excuse.
I apologize.
Not sure to whom I am apologizing, since NaBloPoMo is really a self imposed challenge.
At any rate, we have a busy day ahead. Errands and maybe some sledding and DAMN I really want to go for a run since it has. been. awhile.
Daughter goes back to her Dad's tomorrow night and the next three weeks are going to be pretty discombobulated. I'll be in Seattle again next weekend for a few days. Boyfriend is going to be gone from Monday-Sunday. I'm going to be gone from Thursday night-Tuesday night. Daughter will be with her Dad for the next three weekends, which I think sort of sucks, but ah well.
Ok. Real Saturday Post later today. Happy Weekend.
13 November 2008
Oh What the Hell?
I feel was tired today. So tired by 11:30 that I fell asleep around one and was either out or just barely hanging on until 3.
Huh. That is strange.
And, it must be said, that my boobs have been oddly sore for the past couple of days.
Double huh. With a side of head scratching.
And I have some weird feeling of just off-ness, but I have been traveling and I live with a toddler and all the germs from her school and from her Dad's House and her brother's school and everything else that both of them get into on a regular basis. So. That is not so strange. There are a lot of bugs flying around out there. Especially in the frigid arctic.
Then, today for lunch, at the beginning of my fit of overwhelming tiredness, I wanted nothing for lunch except tuna with nasoya, salt, pepper, and tortilla chips. Well, fuck all. Perhaps THAT should have been a sign.
There are about 43,000 reasons why it is totally impossible that I'm well, you know.
Like, I have an IUD.
And, until a week ago I hadn't been having any sex.
And, the post election twelve hours of hotel sex not withstanding, I haven't really had much more sex in the past week.
And, I have an IUD.
And it was only a damn week ago.
And. The fact that all the little stupid things that I was thinking about earlier in this post WERE technically things that were all simultaneously pregnant throughout my pregnancy three years ago, there is NO. DAMN. REASON. to believe that they were anything more than merely coincidental today. What with the IUD, etc.
I am calming my clearly hypocrondrical nerves with a glass of wine. Because, well, what the hell else am I supposed to do? Play in the yard? No thank you. Daughter is doing that with Boyfriend who is hanging Christmas lights on a tree.
Fuck all. There is NO. DAMN. WAY.
I will further my rebellion against the obvious impossibility by eating sushi for dinner. TAKE THAT IMPOSSIBILITY.
Huh. That is strange.
And, it must be said, that my boobs have been oddly sore for the past couple of days.
Double huh. With a side of head scratching.
And I have some weird feeling of just off-ness, but I have been traveling and I live with a toddler and all the germs from her school and from her Dad's House and her brother's school and everything else that both of them get into on a regular basis. So. That is not so strange. There are a lot of bugs flying around out there. Especially in the frigid arctic.
Then, today for lunch, at the beginning of my fit of overwhelming tiredness, I wanted nothing for lunch except tuna with nasoya, salt, pepper, and tortilla chips. Well, fuck all. Perhaps THAT should have been a sign.
There are about 43,000 reasons why it is totally impossible that I'm well, you know.
Like, I have an IUD.
And, until a week ago I hadn't been having any sex.
And, the post election twelve hours of hotel sex not withstanding, I haven't really had much more sex in the past week.
And, I have an IUD.
And it was only a damn week ago.
And. The fact that all the little stupid things that I was thinking about earlier in this post WERE technically things that were all simultaneously pregnant throughout my pregnancy three years ago, there is NO. DAMN. REASON. to believe that they were anything more than merely coincidental today. What with the IUD, etc.
I am calming my clearly hypocrondrical nerves with a glass of wine. Because, well, what the hell else am I supposed to do? Play in the yard? No thank you. Daughter is doing that with Boyfriend who is hanging Christmas lights on a tree.
Fuck all. There is NO. DAMN. WAY.
I will further my rebellion against the obvious impossibility by eating sushi for dinner. TAKE THAT IMPOSSIBILITY.
12 November 2008
814, god, when will it end?
Mark Begich pulled ahead by 814 votes by the close of Division of Elections business today.
My election day had been going on for 8 days now.
And I hate election day.
We have felon as a senator and I hate felons.
Of the two big races in Alaska I would be thrilled to win one of them, but I wanted the other!
GOD. Go Mark, Go.
The first yard sign Daughter ever waved (wove?) was for Begich. She was about three months old and in a Bjiorn.
Don't exhale quite yet. . . Like for at LEAST another week.
GAWD.
My election day had been going on for 8 days now.
And I hate election day.
We have felon as a senator and I hate felons.
Of the two big races in Alaska I would be thrilled to win one of them, but I wanted the other!
GOD. Go Mark, Go.
The first yard sign Daughter ever waved (wove?) was for Begich. She was about three months old and in a Bjiorn.
Don't exhale quite yet. . . Like for at LEAST another week.
GAWD.
11 November 2008
BALTO! *UPDATE! EDITION
We are all sorts of a twitter around here. No good reason. Boyfriend is hanging Christmas lights on a tree in the front yard. I think this has something to do with it. . . also, it is snowing and Boyfriend got the day off on account of it being Veteran's Day and he works for the government at all. I'm halfway surprised he doesn't get the whole week off since we all know how much Sarah LURVES herself some military.
Right now I am thinking about how absurd it would be for me to call this a 'job'. No matter how much I would like to transform this little blog (god, I have always REALLY hated that word) into a paying gig, I currently find myself on a borrowed computer, sitting on a stool at my parents' kitchen table while my child and my father watch BALTO and I get ready to figure out once again what the hell to make everyone for dinner. (I'm feeling like the leftover lasagna and a Cesar salad...did I mention the SNOW?) At any rate, to say that I'm 'working' right at this moment seems a fairly ridiculous thing to claim.
Here is what I did today and got paid equally poorly for:
2:30am Wake up.
4:00am Wake up, finish argument with Boyfriend. More or less resolve argument. More or less.
5:00am Still awake. Make up with Boyfriend.
6:30am Daughter awake...everyone awake.
7:30am Get Daughter dressed for school, get Father ready to leave for work, get as much damn coffee down my throat as is humanly possibly while every fiber of my being begs to go back to bed.
8:00am Explain one last time to Boyfriend how to get to Father's office (via the espresso bar). Boyfriend does not understand exactly. Also does not loose my car so everyone arrives at coffee and office in tact.
8:15am Explain to Boyfriend how to get from Father's office to Daughter's Pre-School. Boyfriend does not understand exactly and raises his voice. I drive off. He does not get lost.
8:30am Drop Daughter at school. Am again amazed that The Glorious Pre-School Teacher is so together and calm and awake at 8:30am.
8:50am Arrive at Service Center. Deposit Father's truck for service (leaking wiper fluid, no functional horn, needs oil change).
9:something-10something am Eat breakfast downtown with Boyfriend. Realize that Father's credit card is missing. Fret and argue a bit about this. Run into my favorite congressional candidate of all time. Am so sad that he he is loosing and that it will take another month before anyone knows anything that I donate another fifty bucks to his campaign when I arrive home later in the day.
10:45am Talk to Father who has missing credit card (which is his in the first place). Drive back to Father's Office. Get card. Boyfriend is introduced all over office as "Our Daughter's Friend". Awesome.
11:00am get car washed. Go to Sears to find the little emergency key for the treadmill which has magically disappeared. Awesome, redux.
11:something Go to Barnes and Nobel with Boyfriend to track down some Joesph Campbell books that his son has requested for his birthday. Find BALTO on dvd for Daughter who has been begging for movie. Should probably be a better parent and save it for Christmas.
12:20pm Pick up Daughter from Pre-School. Immediately tell her that we purchased BALTO.*
12:45-1:30pm Shop at Costco with Daughter and Boyfriend. Try very hard to not kill Boyfriend for his entirely adorable if they were all alone in the store cart derby antics.
2:15pm Unloading groceries. Snow falling heavily.
2:45pm Pack everyone back into car to pick up Father from Doctor Appointment.
3:30-Present Watch/very slightly assist or attempt to assist Boyfriend as he hangs aforementioned Christmas lights. Am snapped at for being critical. Awesome to the fifth goodandgoddamned degree.
Snow continues to fall.
Tempers continue to flair.
Fuck yeah.
Leftovers it is!
On top of all of this I have to watch BALTO. So Awesome I can no longer contain myself and am going to pour a glass of wine. Its a holiday!
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UPDATE!*
Because, I am sure you wanted this day to continue just as much as I did.
UPDATE!**
In which I caught the house on fire!
UPDATE!***
Just Ugh. Seriously. Ugh.
*
I did reheat the lasagna (which I spent three hours preparing last night. It is one of those primo lasagnas. Okay? We aren't talking Stouffer's, OKAY?)
Boyfriend hung all the Christmas lights on the big tree outside, in the snow. And they look lovely and he got cold. And the damn tree has GROWN and we need more lights.
That is all I have to say about that at the moment.
**
In addition to the lasagna, I made a salad. It was really good. Green leaf lettuce, leeks, yellow bell pepper, three roma tomatoes, goat cheese, and Newman's Own Light Italian Dressing.
Well, there was this leftover sourdough bread from original lasagna dinner last night. And I can't eat it, but I didn't want it to go to waste, so I did what I have done literally 200 damn times and made croutons. cubed it, tossed it with EVOO, a couple of spices, some parm, some salt and pepper. When I pulled the reheated lasagna out of the oven, I tossed the croutons in. I set it to Broil and went to toss the salad. Now, in the 200 damn times I have done this previously, in the time it takes the oven to heat from 425 to 500 the salad gets tossed, the lasagna gets cooled, and the croutons get toasted perfectly.
Today, when the buzzer went off and I turned around, well, the oven was ON FIRE. FIRE! FLAMES! And then I opened the door and it was like fucking BACKDRAFT or something. and then we all did that like three times or something before I hit the whole thing with the fire extinguisher. Which, I'm pretty sure, more or less ruined the oven. Sweet Christ! Also, the entire house filled with smoke and not a single smoke alarm in the house went off. Not one. Like a cloud of smoke in the house and NO ALARM. That is comforting.
So, I blasted the flames while Daughter was dancing around singing I Love Fire! I Love Fire! Boyfriend was going on about how it would die out. Father was just progressively more agitated.
Which leads directly to ...
***
Ugh. Just. Ugh. Is this damn day over yet?
You don't even want to know about Dinner. Or Post Dinner. I promise you. You don't want to know.
Right now I am thinking about how absurd it would be for me to call this a 'job'. No matter how much I would like to transform this little blog (god, I have always REALLY hated that word) into a paying gig, I currently find myself on a borrowed computer, sitting on a stool at my parents' kitchen table while my child and my father watch BALTO and I get ready to figure out once again what the hell to make everyone for dinner. (I'm feeling like the leftover lasagna and a Cesar salad...did I mention the SNOW?) At any rate, to say that I'm 'working' right at this moment seems a fairly ridiculous thing to claim.
Here is what I did today and got paid equally poorly for:
2:30am Wake up.
4:00am Wake up, finish argument with Boyfriend. More or less resolve argument. More or less.
5:00am Still awake. Make up with Boyfriend.
6:30am Daughter awake...everyone awake.
7:30am Get Daughter dressed for school, get Father ready to leave for work, get as much damn coffee down my throat as is humanly possibly while every fiber of my being begs to go back to bed.
8:00am Explain one last time to Boyfriend how to get to Father's office (via the espresso bar). Boyfriend does not understand exactly. Also does not loose my car so everyone arrives at coffee and office in tact.
8:15am Explain to Boyfriend how to get from Father's office to Daughter's Pre-School. Boyfriend does not understand exactly and raises his voice. I drive off. He does not get lost.
8:30am Drop Daughter at school. Am again amazed that The Glorious Pre-School Teacher is so together and calm and awake at 8:30am.
8:50am Arrive at Service Center. Deposit Father's truck for service (leaking wiper fluid, no functional horn, needs oil change).
9:something-10something am Eat breakfast downtown with Boyfriend. Realize that Father's credit card is missing. Fret and argue a bit about this. Run into my favorite congressional candidate of all time. Am so sad that he he is loosing and that it will take another month before anyone knows anything that I donate another fifty bucks to his campaign when I arrive home later in the day.
10:45am Talk to Father who has missing credit card (which is his in the first place). Drive back to Father's Office. Get card. Boyfriend is introduced all over office as "Our Daughter's Friend". Awesome.
11:00am get car washed. Go to Sears to find the little emergency key for the treadmill which has magically disappeared. Awesome, redux.
11:something Go to Barnes and Nobel with Boyfriend to track down some Joesph Campbell books that his son has requested for his birthday. Find BALTO on dvd for Daughter who has been begging for movie. Should probably be a better parent and save it for Christmas.
12:20pm Pick up Daughter from Pre-School. Immediately tell her that we purchased BALTO.*
12:45-1:30pm Shop at Costco with Daughter and Boyfriend. Try very hard to not kill Boyfriend for his entirely adorable if they were all alone in the store cart derby antics.
2:15pm Unloading groceries. Snow falling heavily.
2:45pm Pack everyone back into car to pick up Father from Doctor Appointment.
3:30-Present Watch/very slightly assist or attempt to assist Boyfriend as he hangs aforementioned Christmas lights. Am snapped at for being critical. Awesome to the fifth goodandgoddamned degree.
Snow continues to fall.
Tempers continue to flair.
Fuck yeah.
Leftovers it is!
On top of all of this I have to watch BALTO. So Awesome I can no longer contain myself and am going to pour a glass of wine. Its a holiday!
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UPDATE!*
Because, I am sure you wanted this day to continue just as much as I did.
UPDATE!**
In which I caught the house on fire!
UPDATE!***
Just Ugh. Seriously. Ugh.
*
I did reheat the lasagna (which I spent three hours preparing last night. It is one of those primo lasagnas. Okay? We aren't talking Stouffer's, OKAY?)
Boyfriend hung all the Christmas lights on the big tree outside, in the snow. And they look lovely and he got cold. And the damn tree has GROWN and we need more lights.
That is all I have to say about that at the moment.
**
In addition to the lasagna, I made a salad. It was really good. Green leaf lettuce, leeks, yellow bell pepper, three roma tomatoes, goat cheese, and Newman's Own Light Italian Dressing.
Well, there was this leftover sourdough bread from original lasagna dinner last night. And I can't eat it, but I didn't want it to go to waste, so I did what I have done literally 200 damn times and made croutons. cubed it, tossed it with EVOO, a couple of spices, some parm, some salt and pepper. When I pulled the reheated lasagna out of the oven, I tossed the croutons in. I set it to Broil and went to toss the salad. Now, in the 200 damn times I have done this previously, in the time it takes the oven to heat from 425 to 500 the salad gets tossed, the lasagna gets cooled, and the croutons get toasted perfectly.
Today, when the buzzer went off and I turned around, well, the oven was ON FIRE. FIRE! FLAMES! And then I opened the door and it was like fucking BACKDRAFT or something. and then we all did that like three times or something before I hit the whole thing with the fire extinguisher. Which, I'm pretty sure, more or less ruined the oven. Sweet Christ! Also, the entire house filled with smoke and not a single smoke alarm in the house went off. Not one. Like a cloud of smoke in the house and NO ALARM. That is comforting.
So, I blasted the flames while Daughter was dancing around singing I Love Fire! I Love Fire! Boyfriend was going on about how it would die out. Father was just progressively more agitated.
Which leads directly to ...
***
Ugh. Just. Ugh. Is this damn day over yet?
You don't even want to know about Dinner. Or Post Dinner. I promise you. You don't want to know.
10 November 2008
h&m baby...also, the glory that is white house/black market
My weekend was great.
Long, lots of flying, meeting overload, tons of walking in not the best possible shoes, but when all was said and done it was really energizing. I even went to see a movie that I wouldn't have chosen and found it pretty hilarious.
I sit on a board of directors. I have since 2005. We've just expanded and all is very exciting. Lots of work and travel to come. Lots of opportunity to further our mission. Also tons of work. Tons of meetings and travel and conferences.
Also, I just love going to Seattle. I was born there. Its the big city in which I am the most comfortable. I love the funk and the neighborhoods and the walk-ability. I love that there is a TARGET, an Anthropology, and NOW! Featuring! An H&M! I love, love, LOVE the restaurants. I love the skyline and the grit of a city, and oh god, but how I love the coffee (and now of course Washington is wine country and they are very INTO their wines which, well, is only MORE fun to be had!
--
I bought a cute hat and some tee shirts and one of those 'neck pillows' for myself. I got Daughter a 'simba' neck pillow for our Christmas Trip, a kid safe (albeit likely entirely cancerous) SEATTLE mug, her 2008 Christmas Ornament which is, oh my hell, so adorable and a very nifty lego silverware set that will be totally handy and entirely entertaining in restaurants. I got this for Boyfriend
Ooooh, I also bought a totally fabulous sweater dress from the newly christened H&M on Pike. It was 25 bucks. I haven't owned a sweater dress since I was in the second grade. I lurve it.
I also had my inaugural experience (see where this is going?) at White House/Black Market. All I can say about this is that I am thoroughly infatuated (SWOON!) and that I am so, so pleased to the core of my want to be fashionable being that someone like Michelle Obama who is tall like me and not a twig like me and cool and glamorous but in a not really working that far out of the box sort of way is going to be my reasonably affordable fashion ICON forever? Well, as I said, SWOON.
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And now, back to your regularly scheduled holiday meltdown.
I finished reading this book. And read most of the current issue of Food and Wine magazine on the plane. I think I found two dishes to introduce into the mix this year. I still don't have a set line up. Granted, it is only my tenth year at this and I punted a couple of them.
I think I may have come up with something resembling a solution for the Holiday Cards. . . At least so far as my list is concerned.
I think I may also have come up with a solution for the Boyfriend's Son's Birthday Gift from yours truly. I think it is good enough for this year at any rate.
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Ok, this is dissolving into nothingness. I will bid the Internet adieu and go find some mindless television to watch for the twenty minutes until I fall fast asleep. Daughter conked out at 740pm. TIRED.
Goodnight.
Long, lots of flying, meeting overload, tons of walking in not the best possible shoes, but when all was said and done it was really energizing. I even went to see a movie that I wouldn't have chosen and found it pretty hilarious.
I sit on a board of directors. I have since 2005. We've just expanded and all is very exciting. Lots of work and travel to come. Lots of opportunity to further our mission. Also tons of work. Tons of meetings and travel and conferences.
Also, I just love going to Seattle. I was born there. Its the big city in which I am the most comfortable. I love the funk and the neighborhoods and the walk-ability. I love that there is a TARGET, an Anthropology, and NOW! Featuring! An H&M! I love, love, LOVE the restaurants. I love the skyline and the grit of a city, and oh god, but how I love the coffee (and now of course Washington is wine country and they are very INTO their wines which, well, is only MORE fun to be had!
--
I bought a cute hat and some tee shirts and one of those 'neck pillows' for myself. I got Daughter a 'simba' neck pillow for our Christmas Trip, a kid safe (albeit likely entirely cancerous) SEATTLE mug, her 2008 Christmas Ornament which is, oh my hell, so adorable and a very nifty lego silverware set that will be totally handy and entirely entertaining in restaurants. I got this for Boyfriend
Ooooh, I also bought a totally fabulous sweater dress from the newly christened H&M on Pike. It was 25 bucks. I haven't owned a sweater dress since I was in the second grade. I lurve it.
I also had my inaugural experience (see where this is going?) at White House/Black Market. All I can say about this is that I am thoroughly infatuated (SWOON!) and that I am so, so pleased to the core of my want to be fashionable being that someone like Michelle Obama who is tall like me and not a twig like me and cool and glamorous but in a not really working that far out of the box sort of way is going to be my reasonably affordable fashion ICON forever? Well, as I said, SWOON.
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And now, back to your regularly scheduled holiday meltdown.
I finished reading this book. And read most of the current issue of Food and Wine magazine on the plane. I think I found two dishes to introduce into the mix this year. I still don't have a set line up. Granted, it is only my tenth year at this and I punted a couple of them.
I think I may have come up with something resembling a solution for the Holiday Cards. . . At least so far as my list is concerned.
I think I may also have come up with a solution for the Boyfriend's Son's Birthday Gift from yours truly. I think it is good enough for this year at any rate.
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Ok, this is dissolving into nothingness. I will bid the Internet adieu and go find some mindless television to watch for the twenty minutes until I fall fast asleep. Daughter conked out at 740pm. TIRED.
Goodnight.
09 November 2008
08 November 2008
ha! i totally didn't miss the deadline!
I sort of thought I was going to flake tonight. My friend and fellow board member and current "roommate" who have spent the past several hours shopping and eating at a place called the Pink Door (Or Pink Room?) were talking about going to a movie, but got out of the Gap with and hour to kill and decided to walk home at 9:30 instead of 1am.
So, I'm chillin' in the Business Room at the hotel with a strange computer and my blog. And I wasn't wearing great walking shoes. I will never understand why the ergo shoe totally gives me a nasty set of blisters if I walk around in them all day. Damn.
Meetings went great. Lots of work to do in the next year. Lots of travel too. I'll be going to Seattle three times, Boise, and Houston in addition to family trips for Christmas (Seattle, Oregon, Chicago, South Bend...what the hell is wrong with me?) and Spring Break in SoCal (Disneyland, SeaWorld, SanDiego Zoo, Temecula with my parents, my three year old, my boyfriend and probably his kid).
I heart a travel budget. Espicially one that comes with cool people, good work, food, and sweet hotel rooms.
Seriously. I mean, S E R I O U S L Y.
Ok. The computer room is an in demand area and there is a whole. lot. of. cable. tv upstairs.
Cheerio.
So, I'm chillin' in the Business Room at the hotel with a strange computer and my blog. And I wasn't wearing great walking shoes. I will never understand why the ergo shoe totally gives me a nasty set of blisters if I walk around in them all day. Damn.
Meetings went great. Lots of work to do in the next year. Lots of travel too. I'll be going to Seattle three times, Boise, and Houston in addition to family trips for Christmas (Seattle, Oregon, Chicago, South Bend...what the hell is wrong with me?) and Spring Break in SoCal (Disneyland, SeaWorld, SanDiego Zoo, Temecula with my parents, my three year old, my boyfriend and probably his kid).
I heart a travel budget. Espicially one that comes with cool people, good work, food, and sweet hotel rooms.
Seriously. I mean, S E R I O U S L Y.
Ok. The computer room is an in demand area and there is a whole. lot. of. cable. tv upstairs.
Cheerio.
07 November 2008
yum flying fish
Ate at awesome Seattle resturant.
Then came back to hotel and "snuck" out with mom friend and 'roomate' to the bar where my cousins took me me on Captiol Hill.
I have much to post.
Swear.
Wrote a whole three pages (longhand) on the plane.
I have been awake since 4am.
I have to be somewhere at 8am.
The rest will have to wait until tomorrow.
I heart C.C.
Seriously. Major girlcrush.
Then came back to hotel and "snuck" out with mom friend and 'roomate' to the bar where my cousins took me me on Captiol Hill.
I have much to post.
Swear.
Wrote a whole three pages (longhand) on the plane.
I have been awake since 4am.
I have to be somewhere at 8am.
The rest will have to wait until tomorrow.
I heart C.C.
Seriously. Major girlcrush.
06 November 2008
flying out at 434 in the morning tomorrow
En Route to Seattle painfully early in the morning tomorrow and haven't stopped moving all day (or, for that matter, STARTED packing).
I promise to write a nice, thoughtful, long post on the plane.
For now, however, there is this:
(Stolen shamelessly from Friday Playdate )
I still can't believe it.
It is a pretty mixed back in these parts. We lost two big races for Congress and Senate. Well, maybe not LOST, but are waiting on 50,000 uncounted votes. I am looking forward to going to America for a few days just to get really pumped up about things.
Also, as I said before, I live in one of the only places on the planet that is going to have to continue to deal with The Reign of The Palins. Barf.
TTFN,
LRH
I promise to write a nice, thoughtful, long post on the plane.
For now, however, there is this:
(Stolen shamelessly from Friday Playdate )
I still can't believe it.
It is a pretty mixed back in these parts. We lost two big races for Congress and Senate. Well, maybe not LOST, but are waiting on 50,000 uncounted votes. I am looking forward to going to America for a few days just to get really pumped up about things.
Also, as I said before, I live in one of the only places on the planet that is going to have to continue to deal with The Reign of The Palins. Barf.
TTFN,
LRH
05 November 2008
44.
Whoot!
That is just about all I can say. Whoot!
We have a couple of contested big races up here and my in person early absentee ballot has not yet been counted, but Yes. We. DID! Holy hell.
Boyfriend and I were lounging around in bed this morning (Ha! I woke up, in a bed, with a man!) and talking about how he never thought he would see this in his life time and what a hell of a thing it is and I am far more struck by the fact that my child will never live in a country where it is a break from the norm for a person who's skin doesn't look like yours to hold the highest office in the land.
Proudest moment of my day? Daughter listening to the news on the radio in the car and without any prompting whatsoever saying very emphatically..."That is Barack Obama. He is our President now." And then disolving into a fit of giggles.
Hope won. Change has begun anew in America. I'm a proud American today. I don't say that all that often.
Whoot!
(Also, that woman I can't stand got kicked to the curb and by 'curb' I mean back to my backyard and that sucks, but I'll gladly take one for Team America today. And yes, those Alaskan Grown sweatshirts are a real thing and yes everyone including my kid has one. They are, to be fair, a fundraising effort for a local farmer's asssociation, but ewwwwwwwwwww. I can definatly never wear one now and they are mostly all green and damn that blue is ugly.)
That is just about all I can say. Whoot!
We have a couple of contested big races up here and my in person early absentee ballot has not yet been counted, but Yes. We. DID! Holy hell.
Boyfriend and I were lounging around in bed this morning (Ha! I woke up, in a bed, with a man!) and talking about how he never thought he would see this in his life time and what a hell of a thing it is and I am far more struck by the fact that my child will never live in a country where it is a break from the norm for a person who's skin doesn't look like yours to hold the highest office in the land.
Proudest moment of my day? Daughter listening to the news on the radio in the car and without any prompting whatsoever saying very emphatically..."That is Barack Obama. He is our President now." And then disolving into a fit of giggles.
Hope won. Change has begun anew in America. I'm a proud American today. I don't say that all that often.
Whoot!
(Also, that woman I can't stand got kicked to the curb and by 'curb' I mean back to my backyard and that sucks, but I'll gladly take one for Team America today. And yes, those Alaskan Grown sweatshirts are a real thing and yes everyone including my kid has one. They are, to be fair, a fundraising effort for a local farmer's asssociation, but ewwwwwwwwwww. I can definatly never wear one now and they are mostly all green and damn that blue is ugly.)
03 November 2008
on feeling jinxy
So, tomorrow, there is something happening tomorrow...I can't quite put my finger on it, but I know there is like an event or a thing or OH! WAIT! The ELECTION!
As I have already noted (here) I voted a couple of weeks ago, so tomorrow is more about doing some volunteer stuff, hanging out with Daughter, and getting my hair done than actual work for the first time in a looooooooong time. Also, Boyfriend arrives late tomorrow night and we are staying in a hotel for the night downtown on the off chance that we decide to stay up ridiculously late and socialize with other hyped up political types until far to late in the evening/morning.
I've got to tell you, I don't really feel like it. I don't really want to go wave signs tomorrow morning (at 7am). I don't really want to go to the party and watch the first returns come in with my favorite congressional candidate of all time and his loyal supporters. I really don't want to go to Election Central and see everyone. I really, really, really don't feel up to heading over to the bar after Election Central to watch the rundown on the televisions there. I really don't feel up to it.
I do feel like getting my haircut.
I do feel like dropping off my kid, picking up some sushi, and curling up in that hotel room with a remote control and eventually a man I haven't seen in a month.
I don't feel like I have a place out and about tomorrow night. I don't feel like I've earned a spot at the party or a seat at the bar. I haven't actually DONE anything this time around. I put up some yard signs and staffed some tables and a couple of events last summer. I've consulted on a race for the past year in Sitka. I gave a lot of money I didn't really have available to a bunch of candidates, but I haven't been busting my ass to try and get anyone elected. I haven't been putting in the unbelievable amount of time that all these others have and I'm embarrassed. I don't want to have to talk to anyone.
I don't want to stumble over what it is I am DOING with myself these days.
The truth is, I'm not doing much and it is really hard to come up with an answer that doesn't make me sound like a total drop out from society.
I encounter this problem fairly routinely. At the grocery store, at the gym, at the coffee bar, at wherever it is I find myself where I run into someone I know/have known/went to school with/is friends or acquaintances or colleges of one of my parents... I'm really not doing anything. I'm living at my parents' house. I'm taking care of my kid. I'm serving as my parents' personal shopper, chauffeur, and caterer. I'm waiting around to see when and if my Boyfriend will arrive. I'm totally out of money. Totally. I'm freaking out about money. And about having to get a job. And about the time sacrifice that is going to mean to my Daughter. And about how much she really truly needs me around right now and more than that WANTS me around right now. And how even though she sleeps at her Dad's house three nights a week I'm with her everyday for at least a part of the day except every other Sunday. I sacrificed a lot of time with her for the first two years of her life. It wasn't exactly voluntary, but I made choices and those choices did not often allow for us to see each other everyday of the week. I don't think I could survive that again and I know it would be hard on her. I know that, at this point, any "Mom Time" that falls by the wayside because of a job is going to affect her and not for the better.
The guilt of knowing that something is going to have to change soon is overwhelming and paralytic.
There are some bright spots.
Boyfriend's job has been transferred up here for the rest of the year, so he will be here, living here after tomorrow. That was a major obstacle that I've been waiting out since last summer and I'm relieved that its over now. Of course, the next step is just as hard; now we all have to reintegrate back into the relationship and its been a couple of months and it is never easy. But, he came through. He stepped up and is relocating his life to be here with us (IN. MY. PARENTS. HOUSE. nonetheless...at least for the time being) and he even made it five days prior to my emotionally distraught deadline, so, there is hope.
We have tickets to travel at Christmas. Boyfriend, his Son, Daughter, and I.
The damn election is almost over and Sarah damn Palin might just loose and that would be such a sweet, sweet victory.
I get to go to Seattle at least once and maybe twice this month. That pleases me to no end.
Daughter will be here, with us, for all of next week as Her Dad is going to be away on a business trip.
These are all good things. These are all hope filled things.
Goddamn, I don't want to jinx anything, (Internet, you have no IDEA how TERRIFIED I am of jinxing this thing) but there is a really good chance we could elect Barack Obama President of the United States tomorrow. Tomorrow! I think that would be enough to carry me through for awhile. I need something to believe in, something to have a little faith in, something to point to and say Hot Damn! Everyone does not in fact suck. And so, I sit here typing with fingers crossed and vote cast. Trying to squelch my inner cynic. Trying to give myself until Wednesday to figure out what to do with my life.
It is snowing outside. Just a little. Maybe it will keep coming down and everything will look pretty again. Maybe come Wednesday the world will actually be a little bit prettier of a place.
As I have already noted (here) I voted a couple of weeks ago, so tomorrow is more about doing some volunteer stuff, hanging out with Daughter, and getting my hair done than actual work for the first time in a looooooooong time. Also, Boyfriend arrives late tomorrow night and we are staying in a hotel for the night downtown on the off chance that we decide to stay up ridiculously late and socialize with other hyped up political types until far to late in the evening/morning.
I've got to tell you, I don't really feel like it. I don't really want to go wave signs tomorrow morning (at 7am). I don't really want to go to the party and watch the first returns come in with my favorite congressional candidate of all time and his loyal supporters. I really don't want to go to Election Central and see everyone. I really, really, really don't feel up to heading over to the bar after Election Central to watch the rundown on the televisions there. I really don't feel up to it.
I do feel like getting my haircut.
I do feel like dropping off my kid, picking up some sushi, and curling up in that hotel room with a remote control and eventually a man I haven't seen in a month.
I don't feel like I have a place out and about tomorrow night. I don't feel like I've earned a spot at the party or a seat at the bar. I haven't actually DONE anything this time around. I put up some yard signs and staffed some tables and a couple of events last summer. I've consulted on a race for the past year in Sitka. I gave a lot of money I didn't really have available to a bunch of candidates, but I haven't been busting my ass to try and get anyone elected. I haven't been putting in the unbelievable amount of time that all these others have and I'm embarrassed. I don't want to have to talk to anyone.
I don't want to stumble over what it is I am DOING with myself these days.
The truth is, I'm not doing much and it is really hard to come up with an answer that doesn't make me sound like a total drop out from society.
I encounter this problem fairly routinely. At the grocery store, at the gym, at the coffee bar, at wherever it is I find myself where I run into someone I know/have known/went to school with/is friends or acquaintances or colleges of one of my parents... I'm really not doing anything. I'm living at my parents' house. I'm taking care of my kid. I'm serving as my parents' personal shopper, chauffeur, and caterer. I'm waiting around to see when and if my Boyfriend will arrive. I'm totally out of money. Totally. I'm freaking out about money. And about having to get a job. And about the time sacrifice that is going to mean to my Daughter. And about how much she really truly needs me around right now and more than that WANTS me around right now. And how even though she sleeps at her Dad's house three nights a week I'm with her everyday for at least a part of the day except every other Sunday. I sacrificed a lot of time with her for the first two years of her life. It wasn't exactly voluntary, but I made choices and those choices did not often allow for us to see each other everyday of the week. I don't think I could survive that again and I know it would be hard on her. I know that, at this point, any "Mom Time" that falls by the wayside because of a job is going to affect her and not for the better.
The guilt of knowing that something is going to have to change soon is overwhelming and paralytic.
There are some bright spots.
Boyfriend's job has been transferred up here for the rest of the year, so he will be here, living here after tomorrow. That was a major obstacle that I've been waiting out since last summer and I'm relieved that its over now. Of course, the next step is just as hard; now we all have to reintegrate back into the relationship and its been a couple of months and it is never easy. But, he came through. He stepped up and is relocating his life to be here with us (IN. MY. PARENTS. HOUSE. nonetheless...at least for the time being) and he even made it five days prior to my emotionally distraught deadline, so, there is hope.
We have tickets to travel at Christmas. Boyfriend, his Son, Daughter, and I.
The damn election is almost over and Sarah damn Palin might just loose and that would be such a sweet, sweet victory.
I get to go to Seattle at least once and maybe twice this month. That pleases me to no end.
Daughter will be here, with us, for all of next week as Her Dad is going to be away on a business trip.
These are all good things. These are all hope filled things.
Goddamn, I don't want to jinx anything, (Internet, you have no IDEA how TERRIFIED I am of jinxing this thing) but there is a really good chance we could elect Barack Obama President of the United States tomorrow. Tomorrow! I think that would be enough to carry me through for awhile. I need something to believe in, something to have a little faith in, something to point to and say Hot Damn! Everyone does not in fact suck. And so, I sit here typing with fingers crossed and vote cast. Trying to squelch my inner cynic. Trying to give myself until Wednesday to figure out what to do with my life.
It is snowing outside. Just a little. Maybe it will keep coming down and everything will look pretty again. Maybe come Wednesday the world will actually be a little bit prettier of a place.
02 November 2008
i am a little in love with keith olberman
I really am. I know that's wierd.
I think perhaps his is the person in the world more cynical than me.
I guess that should frighten me as he's got twenty years on me, but, well, I've had to deal with Sarah Palin longer and that ages you. Seriously. It does. I transcribed her professionally. Oh. The horror...the HORROR!
P.S. Also, I admit to having had a pretty good high school girl crush on one Ben Affleck back in the day. Pre-J.Lo. The J.Lo Bently business really wrecked it for me. Sigh.
I think perhaps his is the person in the world more cynical than me.
I guess that should frighten me as he's got twenty years on me, but, well, I've had to deal with Sarah Palin longer and that ages you. Seriously. It does. I transcribed her professionally. Oh. The horror...the HORROR!
P.S. Also, I admit to having had a pretty good high school girl crush on one Ben Affleck back in the day. Pre-J.Lo. The J.Lo Bently business really wrecked it for me. Sigh.
enough with the winter already
Good morning Day 2! The sun is shining! We got an extra hour of sleep! The Election will be OVER in one less day!
Its 11 degrees outside! Seriously. Come on weather. You suck. Soooooooooo cold.
Today Daughter goes home a few hours early because her little brother turned two yesterday and today is his party. For whatever reason, I decided that we should take a treat as well as a gift, so we made rice crispies with leftover Halloween M&Ms in them. I'm questioning (a little) whether this is a good idea or a slightly passive aggressive sugar overdrive tactic. I can't tell. I am guessing the fact that I question my own motives is possible not the best of signs. Ah well, Daughter is very proud of her treats (we cut them in circles and put them in cupcake papers and packaged them in a cute box with tissue paper...I may not 'craft' but this I can do.)
I'm going to hit the gym after I drop her at the party and then I have to get actually motivated to get my room cleaned and laundry done before boyfriend arrives Tuesday Night. I think we are going to spring for a hotel room downtown. I have several reasons for this. . . above and beyond the obvious.
1) He doesn't arrive until nearly 11pm at which point I will not be driving to the airport to retrieve him.
2) The logistics of parking the car somewhere downtown that he can easily find in a cab AND leaving the car unlocked so that he can drop his bags AND find his way to whatever bar I am residing in seems like a lot of hassle (especially since he does not know the town very well and I'm not really interested in shouting directions on my cellphone either in the street or from a loud place full of people.
3) Well, um, we haven't seen each other in over a month and will be living WITH. MY. PARENTS. until at least the end of the year, so, um, well, a hotel seems "logical".
4) I'm just naturally assuming that I'm going to be somewhat to severely hungover come Wednesday morning and I'd really rather not share said hangover with my mother who drinks about half a glass of white wine every other decade.
So, there you are. I've just talked myself into the 100 dollar hotel room. Done. TaDa! Fun. Fun. Fun.
Well, that concludes this edition of NaBloPoMo for Sunday, November 2nd.
Paula Radcliff won the New York City Marathon. Boyfriend's sister is also running.
Senator John McCain tried really, really hard not to make too much fun of his running mate on SNL last night.
And I don't have to share Election night with my mother. Good Times!
Thanks for tuning in. . . See you tomorrow.
Its 11 degrees outside! Seriously. Come on weather. You suck. Soooooooooo cold.
Today Daughter goes home a few hours early because her little brother turned two yesterday and today is his party. For whatever reason, I decided that we should take a treat as well as a gift, so we made rice crispies with leftover Halloween M&Ms in them. I'm questioning (a little) whether this is a good idea or a slightly passive aggressive sugar overdrive tactic. I can't tell. I am guessing the fact that I question my own motives is possible not the best of signs. Ah well, Daughter is very proud of her treats (we cut them in circles and put them in cupcake papers and packaged them in a cute box with tissue paper...I may not 'craft' but this I can do.)
I'm going to hit the gym after I drop her at the party and then I have to get actually motivated to get my room cleaned and laundry done before boyfriend arrives Tuesday Night. I think we are going to spring for a hotel room downtown. I have several reasons for this. . . above and beyond the obvious.
1) He doesn't arrive until nearly 11pm at which point I will not be driving to the airport to retrieve him.
2) The logistics of parking the car somewhere downtown that he can easily find in a cab AND leaving the car unlocked so that he can drop his bags AND find his way to whatever bar I am residing in seems like a lot of hassle (especially since he does not know the town very well and I'm not really interested in shouting directions on my cellphone either in the street or from a loud place full of people.
3) Well, um, we haven't seen each other in over a month and will be living WITH. MY. PARENTS. until at least the end of the year, so, um, well, a hotel seems "logical".
4) I'm just naturally assuming that I'm going to be somewhat to severely hungover come Wednesday morning and I'd really rather not share said hangover with my mother who drinks about half a glass of white wine every other decade.
So, there you are. I've just talked myself into the 100 dollar hotel room. Done. TaDa! Fun. Fun. Fun.
Well, that concludes this edition of NaBloPoMo for Sunday, November 2nd.
Paula Radcliff won the New York City Marathon. Boyfriend's sister is also running.
Senator John McCain tried really, really hard not to make too much fun of his running mate on SNL last night.
And I don't have to share Election night with my mother. Good Times!
Thanks for tuning in. . . See you tomorrow.
01 November 2008
NaBloPoWhoa!
November 1st is here and here I am posting my first (of thirty. whoa.) straight posts to celebrate NaBloPoMo.
I'm sure a fair amount of this week will be dedicated to the upcoming election. I'll probably be loosing my mind all over the Internet on Tuesday as that is how I typically spend the doom and gloom downtime that generally absorbs my election days. Maybe it will be different this year. I'm not "working" on a campaign for the first time in SIX years, so all I have to do is wave a sign for a couple hours in the morning then I'm getting my haircut and have Daughter all afternoon. Then I'm going to an Election Night party and Election Central and then, almost inevitably, to Election Central 2.0 (aka the bar across the street from Election Central where we all end up because it is full of televisions).
Boyfriend arrives on a flight just before 11pm on Election Night too. (Yay!)
Which leads to what you can expect here Wednesday: A Hungover Post Election Post. I can almost guarantee this as a) well, I remember last day after election day...well, I vaguely remember it. . . b) I haven't been to a bar since, probably, April. Oh, no, that's a lie. I went out after the Primary last summer and well...as I don't have scotch at home well...hangover... and finally c) I've never, ever, won big on Election Night. I typically endure a pretty painful loss (or six) and I'm still freaking out about the fact that of the 6 races that I'm really interested and/or involved in I am pretty confident about taking at least three and there is a possibility that they may ALL go my way and I really don't think that I can survive that having some sort of an aneurysm.
After that, Thursday and Friday are kind of foggy. I'll either be moving on, elated, or well, pretty seriously depressed and blaming Boyfriend for all of it. (Yes, Internet, here is a confession. . . Boyfriend works for Her. And I choose to hold him personally responsible when it comes to all things Sarah that annoy the holy living shit out of me.)
At any rate. I'm excited to be here. I was pretty pumped when I discovered NaBlo last year. A whole month with TONS to read! It was about six months after I came upon the glorious world of the mommyblogs, a twist of online fate for which I will be eternally grateful and undoubtedly expounding upon this month.
Ok! Feeling Good! Day one is done! Whoot!
I'm sure a fair amount of this week will be dedicated to the upcoming election. I'll probably be loosing my mind all over the Internet on Tuesday as that is how I typically spend the doom and gloom downtime that generally absorbs my election days. Maybe it will be different this year. I'm not "working" on a campaign for the first time in SIX years, so all I have to do is wave a sign for a couple hours in the morning then I'm getting my haircut and have Daughter all afternoon. Then I'm going to an Election Night party and Election Central and then, almost inevitably, to Election Central 2.0 (aka the bar across the street from Election Central where we all end up because it is full of televisions).
Boyfriend arrives on a flight just before 11pm on Election Night too. (Yay!)
Which leads to what you can expect here Wednesday: A Hungover Post Election Post. I can almost guarantee this as a) well, I remember last day after election day...well, I vaguely remember it. . . b) I haven't been to a bar since, probably, April. Oh, no, that's a lie. I went out after the Primary last summer and well...as I don't have scotch at home well...hangover... and finally c) I've never, ever, won big on Election Night. I typically endure a pretty painful loss (or six) and I'm still freaking out about the fact that of the 6 races that I'm really interested and/or involved in I am pretty confident about taking at least three and there is a possibility that they may ALL go my way and I really don't think that I can survive that having some sort of an aneurysm.
After that, Thursday and Friday are kind of foggy. I'll either be moving on, elated, or well, pretty seriously depressed and blaming Boyfriend for all of it. (Yes, Internet, here is a confession. . . Boyfriend works for Her. And I choose to hold him personally responsible when it comes to all things Sarah that annoy the holy living shit out of me.)
At any rate. I'm excited to be here. I was pretty pumped when I discovered NaBlo last year. A whole month with TONS to read! It was about six months after I came upon the glorious world of the mommyblogs, a twist of online fate for which I will be eternally grateful and undoubtedly expounding upon this month.
Ok! Feeling Good! Day one is done! Whoot!
23 October 2008
hi ho, hi ho
Yesterday I went to work. In an actual office. With actual make up on my face at 7:45 in the morning and then I sat in front of a computer that was on a desk (rather than my lap) and wore my glasses and didn't read any (ok, many) blogs. I even managed, somewhat magically, to stay out of the constantly popping up political conversations about that governor who bought a house's worth of clothes on someone else's dime.
No, I didn't get a job.
Ha!
Its funny that you thought that.
I have been applying for jobs, but nothing has stuck yet.
I was at my dad's office. Hammering out his expense report that he has failed to get done since February when they changed the system.
It was kind of nice to be around adults all day. No one asked me to help them go potty or cut their food for them and at no point did I have to get down on my hands and knees and pick up blocks. And to top it all off, I got to wear my cute shoes.
I could deal with a little office time. I'd like a part time gig. Like in the mornings when Daughter is at pre-school. In my fantasy life you can get a job where you get to dress like a grown up and only work M-W from 8am-Noon.
I'm sure that job will be falling in my lap any day now. Any. Day. Now.
But for now its back to Clifford and blocks and yoga pants.
Daughter is with her Dad this weekend and I will be finishing up the report for my father.
Perhaps I will even get to socialize with people my own age. Like go to dinner, with a friend. How novel. I've also got to seriously figure out how to make her Halloween costume. I'm thinking Velcro and super glue. Damn, I wish I was crafty.
Also, I went and signed up for NaBloPoMo. So I need to figure out what I'm going to write about for 30 days straigt. Or go find a bunch of memes that I can use as filler. . .
No, I didn't get a job.
Ha!
Its funny that you thought that.
I have been applying for jobs, but nothing has stuck yet.
I was at my dad's office. Hammering out his expense report that he has failed to get done since February when they changed the system.
It was kind of nice to be around adults all day. No one asked me to help them go potty or cut their food for them and at no point did I have to get down on my hands and knees and pick up blocks. And to top it all off, I got to wear my cute shoes.
I could deal with a little office time. I'd like a part time gig. Like in the mornings when Daughter is at pre-school. In my fantasy life you can get a job where you get to dress like a grown up and only work M-W from 8am-Noon.
I'm sure that job will be falling in my lap any day now. Any. Day. Now.
But for now its back to Clifford and blocks and yoga pants.
Daughter is with her Dad this weekend and I will be finishing up the report for my father.
Perhaps I will even get to socialize with people my own age. Like go to dinner, with a friend. How novel. I've also got to seriously figure out how to make her Halloween costume. I'm thinking Velcro and super glue. Damn, I wish I was crafty.
Also, I went and signed up for NaBloPoMo. So I need to figure out what I'm going to write about for 30 days straigt. Or go find a bunch of memes that I can use as filler. . .
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