Thursday, March 18, 2010
Fridge note
How am I supposed to maintain my mood of glee, nay, elation, that I've decided to spew forth into this cubicle limbo today while being thwarted by LB1?
She is being unpleasant.
I think she wants to stab me in the eye with sharp objects.
Her fuse is very very short today. Like stubby. Like one of those dogs that people cut off their tails when they are puppies stubby.
All this
On top of me celebrating her anniversary with the company with flowers and mini cupcakes.
And I didn't get enough sleep last night. I meant to be home by 10. Not leave R's at 10:30.
And I ate Pringles and peanut M&Ms for lunch.
And I'm back to being spam when I comment on 3Bulls.
Yeah, it's a great fucking day.
Uh oh. There goes the glee and elation. It was giving me a rash anyway.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
- Yes, the damn river is green. But guess what? The damn river is ALWAYS GREEN. Whatever.
- Today being today means one sucky thing. That Shamrock Shakes - of which I've only had ONE this year - are going away. You'll be hard pressed to find one. Damn it.
- Instead of going out and drinking with a bunch of amateurs, I'm going to R's. He's cooking corned beef and cabbage. I don't like corned beef and cabbage. I made cupcakes. I'll be having cupcakes for dinner.
- I'm slightly irate because my guitar teacher is playing at one of my favorite bars today. But only until 6pm. Don't these people realize real people have real jobs, that make it difficult to get somewhere by 6pm? Damn musicians.
- I am cranky, thanks for noticing. But it's not like I'm hiding the fact that I have pms. Damn pms.
- I'm waiting, patiently, for Q101 to play ANY Irish song. Like, um, how about a little "Shipping up to Boston"? Or some Flogging Molly? Hell a little Black 47 "Bridie!" never killed anyone! Damn Q101.
- I'm mulling over a post about the ridiculous outpouring of b.s. that came my way when R and I changed our teh facebook relationship status to In a Relationship. It's going to be a good post. Scathing, but good. Stay tuned. Damn teh facebook.
- I've been practicing my chords and switching between them. I practiced for about 40 minutes on Monday, and about 40 minutes on Tuesday. My fingertips hurt, sting, and are a little numb. Damn guitar.
- Top of the mornin' to ya.......
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Hello again
I had every intetion to write something yesterday.
Being that I was home sick and all.
Cough. Cough.
Alas.
Other things demanded my attention. Like that new fangled toy I got, the DVR.
Ah, my life didn't know what it was missing before the DVR. I don't even use it properly. I forget that I can fast forward through commercials if it's something I've taped (DVRed?). I'm getting the hang of it.
My Netflix is suffering at the hands of the DVR. But I did manage to watch XMen Origins: Wolverine over the weekend. Not bad. As a former XMen comic book nerd, I have to say they keep the films pretty dead on with the comics. I have no complaints there. And, lots of hot men in this movie.
Went to the doctor yesterday. I have the coolest doctor ever. She's so laid back and awesome.
We had this conversation:
Me: "So. What if I didn't want to get weighed today?"
"But you got weighed"
"I know. Just saying, what if I didn't want to. What would you do?"
"Well, why didn't you want to?"
"I had a big lunch. And a big drinking and eating weekend. And oh, yeah, I have pms and I just feel bleh today."
"You feel bleh?"
"Not sick bleh, just pms bleh."
"But you got weighed"
"But what if I didn't want to?"
"Do you want me to delete your weight for this time?"
"Meh"
"But you stayed the same. I'm ok with this. You can be ok with this."
"Ok. Leave it."
"Do you want some candy?"
Followed by this conversation:
Me: "So. Drinking and this blood pressure medicine...."
"Not a problem"
"The pharmacist said one drink is ok, but ......"
"You can drink, it's fine."
"Really? Ok but...."
"Now if you drank a lot every day, I'd take you off the medicine."
"Really?"
"And we'd have a talk...."
"I hear those 'talks' are also called 'interventions'"
"Yep, that."
"I don't drink THAT much."
"Then fine. You can stay on the medication."
"Ok, thanks Doctor"
"Now do you want some candy for that pms?"
Friday, March 12, 2010
And so it goes. And so it goes.
It's Friday.
Amen and hallelujah and all that good stuff.
Recently, Shannon said to me "I don't understand how you do all of the things that you do"
Neither do I.
I used to be better about etching out some me time on the weekends, well that seems to have gone right out the window.
Damn dating. Takes up me time.
To be honest, I can't even blame it all on R. He's pretty much the most un-demanding person I've ever dated.
It's me. I'm taking the blame on this one.
Last night I even had a dream that I was late to guitar class. I had this dream on a Thursday night. Class is Saturday morning.
WTF
Of course, once again, I've booked myself all up.
Here's what my weekend looks like:
Tonight I'm head vol-ing the Battlefield Band/Liz Carroll show at Old Town - this is immediately after work. After that I'm going out with R.
Tomorrow I've got guitar class at 11, followed by meeting Shannon at the Lillstreet Art Center for the Open House, followed by Chris' graduation dinner at 5:30, followed by maybe picking R up from work at 11.
Sunday I have to clean the house, run errands, do laundry, and meet up with Shannon to help her with the wedding invitations.
I'm getting tired.
This year I've already added the board of directors thing and guitar classes to my impossibly ridiculous schedule.
Something has got to go.
I'm just not sure what.
Right now German class is the front-runner, but I'm not 100% sure on that.
Sigh.
Being busy is busy.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
How can you not laugh?
Sometimes, I laugh when I shouldn't.
Like last night:
I'm reading aloud in Deutsch Klasse....."blah blah blah......nachschicken" I stop then, "Nachschicken!" (pronounced properly) teacher looks up at me, puzzled look on her face. Then I say "Nachschicken!!!" (pronounced Knocks Chicken).**
Then, I laugh. I laugh so much everyone else laughs. With me, mfers, not at me.
Sometimes I don't laugh, out of fear:
Once I attempted to learn the tin whistle. I say attempted because I was hot for teacher, and therefore all learning went out the window. Especially when he said things like this:
"No. Von, blow harder. HARDER. There, just like that. Now blow more evenly. Bllllloooowwww slllooowwwweeeerrrr. Good. Perfect. Just like that."
I didn't laugh, wanted to, and ended up spitting all over my tin whistle instead.
I laughed about it for about 3 hours afterwards.
**Nachschicken means forward. I know. Weird. Not even close, where you could guess. Not like I'll ever forget that word now though.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Two down
Chords A7 and D are now my bitches.
Ok, not really, but I was working on the muscle memory side of it yesterday.
I'm awesome that I even practiced.
Hopefully I can do it again sometime before Saturday morning.
Corey Haim died.
Yes, this is a big deal to me, as I was going to marry him someday.
Well, when he got clean, and made some $$, and of course I would have to triple-bag that. (Lamblets better not be reading this blog!!)
But still. What girl my age didn't want one or both of the Coreys? I waffled between the two, but I think my heart pretty much belonged to Haim, especially after the whole icky wierd Feldman/Michael Jackson thing.
The only grown up thing to do is stay up late tonight watching the DVD of "Dream a Little Dream" that Shannon bought for me years ago.
Sigh.
Perhaps I'll write him a song, one that only uses the A7 and D chords.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Surprise, Surprise
Things I found surprising this weekend:
- I didn't realize how much I missed something, until I got it again.
- Guitar is hard. Not just hard, but fucking hard. Ouch, there's a small blood blister on my finger.
- There is a song written by Hank Williams that has my name in it like three times.
- Reading chords was impossible for me, and I felt stupid (which I found surprising) BUT
- I have the greatest musician friends in the world, and the amount of outside of class help I'm going to get is amazing.
- I didn't hate TheBrother's TheFiance. As a matter of fact, I liked her. As much as snarky, evil, bitchy old me can like a 22 year old chick who got engaged 5 weeks after meeting TheBrother.
- I didn't hate seeing R two days in a row. Probably won't make a habit of it, but I didn't hate it.
- Even John Prine is annoying after three and 1/2 hours.
- I don't hate the band Elbow. I wish I did. I don't. The hipsters, they will not break me.
- We convinced a 44 year old women that Mennonites come from Menonia, a very small country between Germany and France.
- Receiving a gift from a co-worker was both surprising and a huge mood booster. Sure, she bought the earrings for herself, but never wore them, and thought of me when she stumbled across them. They are Phillips head nail heads. I adore them, put them on immediately. The gift and the thought were surprising.
- I don't believe how much I cry when I watch the Oscars. Me? A crier? For shame!!
- Home-made fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, gravy, salad and wine with a good friend was the very best way to beat the Sunday blues. (Not surprising, but the meal was soooo good, I had to mention it.) To visit this awesome cooking friend of mine, go here.
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