Front of house...we have stucco!
Monday, April 10, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
The most amazing tennis shot EVER...
For about two seconds I seriously was Lindsey Davenport...or so I thought. Last Sunday, at about 5:30 p.m. Tim and I decided to stop being lazy and go play tennis. We play tennis a lot at nights and on weekends when we have time and want to get a good workout. Well, last week, about ten minutes in, I had this idea in my head that I was Lindsey Davenport. Unfortunately, I forgot that I'm not nearly as conditioned as her. So, Tim hit this shot into the back right corner of my side... in the prior shot I was in the front left corner. I zoomed to the shot and I GOT IT BACK (see, Lindsey, I'm telling you-it was amazing. Tim was impressed until what happened next...)
Well, after I had run to get the shot, my foot kept running right even though my body and my head were moving back towards the left. So I completely rolled my foot and wiped out. I'm not kidding when I say that this is probably one of the top 3 worst pains I've ever felt in my life (it hurt so bad that I was ignorant to the fact that I wiped out and was lying on the court with all of these strangers looking at me like, "why the hell did she even go for that shot?")
After about 15 minutes of just writhing on the court on my back in pain, I decided I would try to stand up... I'm tough. Some pro football player (Donovan McNabb?) played with a broken leg for a whole game, I could keep playing recreational tennis with a sprain, right? Once I TRIED to stand up I realized that this was possibly the worst thought I've ever had. As soon as I stood up, I blacked out. Sweet.
After about 30 minutes of standing up, almost blacking out, and sitting back down, I decided we weren't going to finish our match. I wasn't so sure about one-legged tennis. Problem number two now comes into play: I decided that we should ride our bikes to the courts as an additional workout. Ugh. So I attempted the ride home with one foot... I made it but it hurt like (words I will censor) and it was slow going.
We went home, put ice on it, elevated it, etc. I decided it wasn't broken even though I couldn't stand on it. Brilliant.
The next day, I could sort of walk and managed to drive. It gradually got better over the week but during the course of the week it was about 3 times the size of my other foot and purple. And still killed. It's better now but it still hurts and is still sort of swollen and purple.
So, that's the story of the amazing tennis shot I got back. For the two seconds that I was Lindsey Davenport, the after affects were totally worth it... it really was an incredible shot!
Well, after I had run to get the shot, my foot kept running right even though my body and my head were moving back towards the left. So I completely rolled my foot and wiped out. I'm not kidding when I say that this is probably one of the top 3 worst pains I've ever felt in my life (it hurt so bad that I was ignorant to the fact that I wiped out and was lying on the court with all of these strangers looking at me like, "why the hell did she even go for that shot?")
After about 15 minutes of just writhing on the court on my back in pain, I decided I would try to stand up... I'm tough. Some pro football player (Donovan McNabb?) played with a broken leg for a whole game, I could keep playing recreational tennis with a sprain, right? Once I TRIED to stand up I realized that this was possibly the worst thought I've ever had. As soon as I stood up, I blacked out. Sweet.
After about 30 minutes of standing up, almost blacking out, and sitting back down, I decided we weren't going to finish our match. I wasn't so sure about one-legged tennis. Problem number two now comes into play: I decided that we should ride our bikes to the courts as an additional workout. Ugh. So I attempted the ride home with one foot... I made it but it hurt like (words I will censor) and it was slow going.
We went home, put ice on it, elevated it, etc. I decided it wasn't broken even though I couldn't stand on it. Brilliant.
The next day, I could sort of walk and managed to drive. It gradually got better over the week but during the course of the week it was about 3 times the size of my other foot and purple. And still killed. It's better now but it still hurts and is still sort of swollen and purple.
So, that's the story of the amazing tennis shot I got back. For the two seconds that I was Lindsey Davenport, the after affects were totally worth it... it really was an incredible shot!
For my three readers...
Does anyone know how irritating it is that the dry cleaners are not open on Sundays and that they are not open past 7 p.m. on weeknights?
We have new info on our house and I still have yet to post about my amazing tennis shot last week... will post more later.
We have new info on our house and I still have yet to post about my amazing tennis shot last week... will post more later.
Friday, April 07, 2006
SERIOUSLY
I know I've been kind of on and off on this thing for the past few months but does anyone even read it? I feel like my time might be better spent if I kept a journal...
And apparently some people have a problem with my cussing. I am truly sorry if I offend anyone. I censor what I write pretty well but if it bothers anyone, feel free to not read. I reserve the right to post anything I want to post and if anyone has a problem with it, I apologize in advance, but it's just me. I respect everyone's opinion and if you do have an issue, please let me know. But also know that I'm not going to be someone I'm not. People should be open minded and accept me for who I am. If something as trivial as cussing changes anyone's opinion of my character then they are people who I do not wish to associate with. I do not like to be judged and I try not to judge. Cussing is not a reflection of who I am. It is simply words that I use to express myself. I also drink. And I don't want kids. And I'm not entirely sure if I believe in god (although I do think there is a higher power). But if those are the worst things about me, I'd still say I have a lot of things going for me: I treat people well, I'm good at my job, I volunteer, I cry when something touches me, I'm a good friend, I laugh, I live life, I love animals, I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt (sometimes I am too trusting). I will not drink, cuss, or discuss religious beliefs around anyone who I might offend. I will respect your values, beliefs, whatever but I require the same respect from anyone else. Just because I choose to do certain things does not make me a bad person.
And apparently some people have a problem with my cussing. I am truly sorry if I offend anyone. I censor what I write pretty well but if it bothers anyone, feel free to not read. I reserve the right to post anything I want to post and if anyone has a problem with it, I apologize in advance, but it's just me. I respect everyone's opinion and if you do have an issue, please let me know. But also know that I'm not going to be someone I'm not. People should be open minded and accept me for who I am. If something as trivial as cussing changes anyone's opinion of my character then they are people who I do not wish to associate with. I do not like to be judged and I try not to judge. Cussing is not a reflection of who I am. It is simply words that I use to express myself. I also drink. And I don't want kids. And I'm not entirely sure if I believe in god (although I do think there is a higher power). But if those are the worst things about me, I'd still say I have a lot of things going for me: I treat people well, I'm good at my job, I volunteer, I cry when something touches me, I'm a good friend, I laugh, I live life, I love animals, I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt (sometimes I am too trusting). I will not drink, cuss, or discuss religious beliefs around anyone who I might offend. I will respect your values, beliefs, whatever but I require the same respect from anyone else. Just because I choose to do certain things does not make me a bad person.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Today. is. April. 2.
And my question is: how the hell is it already April?
I got on the computer to balance the checkbook/spreadsheet thing that I use to keep track of our money. I've been neglecting it since the middle of March. I keep paying bills, transfering money to saving, and buying stuff... it's kind of exhilirating to not even care how much money I have and to do it anyway. Probably not the best tactic in the long run. I developed this huge spreadsheet in excel that breaks out expenses by month, that reconciles what I say our cash balance is to the bank, and that tracks our expenses on a daily basis. Probably a lot like Microsoft money but I feel so much cooler because it's my own invention. And it's color coded. Way cool, let me tell you. I totally am a nerd. Anyway, point is, I'm not balancing the checkbook. I hereby declare myself queen of procrastination.
Last night was fun...Tim and I went out with a group of people and had a blast. We met a few really nice people that I can't wait to hang out with again.
I am so sick of drama at work. I swear to god, every week there's some kind of new drama... I've been the subject of a couple of office gossip/rumors, myself. (That, I might mention, sort of got blown up into an unbelievable scope). Anyway, I lost a friend of mine at work yesterday (I guess not that good of a friend, apparently). I was told something in confidence a while ago (which, really, in my opinion shouldn't be that confident...he's getting screwed, if people knew about it, they'd have his back). Long story short, he emailed me again Friday with additional news about this thing, I was pissed off about it, and I reacted outloud. The girl I'm working with noticed, asked, and pressed for details. She reminds me so much of one of my friends back home that I told her (and the confidential thing is about work, so yes, that was STUPID). Oh, and did I mention that she is really close friends with this guy's girlfriend? Ugh. IDIOT. She has no loyalty to me to not tell him that I told her. So she will tell the girlfriend that I know, which will lead to problems in the relationship (why does Jenn know? why are you talking to Jenn?) and will then proceed to tell the guy not to talk to me because I can't be trusted. So, that really blows. I feel so terrible and guilty about it. But it's not like I told anyone else.... I told one of his friends. In a moment of weakness. I guess I feel so bad about it because that's something I try to never do. But I also guess that if he's not going to forgive me and be my friend then he was never really a friend anyway. It still totally sucks. And I feel so unbelievably terrible. I was so angry for him and I just needed to tell someone. I should have just called Tim. He has no attachments to the situation. So I feel awful. But really, I guess the dude was never really a friend anyway if he can just walk away and not care even though I was telling someone who was equally as angry and who equally had his back as much. I guess I betrayed his trust though, and apparently that can't be forgiven.
See what I mean? DRAMA. I am sick of feeling like I'm back in high school and there's all of these problems, these issues, gossip and crap. I just want to go to work, to be a good person, to be good at my job, to not piss anyone off, to get along with my co-workers and to just work. I am sick of this shit! MORAL OF THE STORY: don't start gossip and DO NOT redistribute gossip. It's stupid, it's petty, it's annoying, and it hurts people. And it ultimately causes you to lose friends. Do not get involved with gossip. It just flat out sucks.
I got on the computer to balance the checkbook/spreadsheet thing that I use to keep track of our money. I've been neglecting it since the middle of March. I keep paying bills, transfering money to saving, and buying stuff... it's kind of exhilirating to not even care how much money I have and to do it anyway. Probably not the best tactic in the long run. I developed this huge spreadsheet in excel that breaks out expenses by month, that reconciles what I say our cash balance is to the bank, and that tracks our expenses on a daily basis. Probably a lot like Microsoft money but I feel so much cooler because it's my own invention. And it's color coded. Way cool, let me tell you. I totally am a nerd. Anyway, point is, I'm not balancing the checkbook. I hereby declare myself queen of procrastination.
Last night was fun...Tim and I went out with a group of people and had a blast. We met a few really nice people that I can't wait to hang out with again.
I am so sick of drama at work. I swear to god, every week there's some kind of new drama... I've been the subject of a couple of office gossip/rumors, myself. (That, I might mention, sort of got blown up into an unbelievable scope). Anyway, I lost a friend of mine at work yesterday (I guess not that good of a friend, apparently). I was told something in confidence a while ago (which, really, in my opinion shouldn't be that confident...he's getting screwed, if people knew about it, they'd have his back). Long story short, he emailed me again Friday with additional news about this thing, I was pissed off about it, and I reacted outloud. The girl I'm working with noticed, asked, and pressed for details. She reminds me so much of one of my friends back home that I told her (and the confidential thing is about work, so yes, that was STUPID). Oh, and did I mention that she is really close friends with this guy's girlfriend? Ugh. IDIOT. She has no loyalty to me to not tell him that I told her. So she will tell the girlfriend that I know, which will lead to problems in the relationship (why does Jenn know? why are you talking to Jenn?) and will then proceed to tell the guy not to talk to me because I can't be trusted. So, that really blows. I feel so terrible and guilty about it. But it's not like I told anyone else.... I told one of his friends. In a moment of weakness. I guess I feel so bad about it because that's something I try to never do. But I also guess that if he's not going to forgive me and be my friend then he was never really a friend anyway. It still totally sucks. And I feel so unbelievably terrible. I was so angry for him and I just needed to tell someone. I should have just called Tim. He has no attachments to the situation. So I feel awful. But really, I guess the dude was never really a friend anyway if he can just walk away and not care even though I was telling someone who was equally as angry and who equally had his back as much. I guess I betrayed his trust though, and apparently that can't be forgiven.
See what I mean? DRAMA. I am sick of feeling like I'm back in high school and there's all of these problems, these issues, gossip and crap. I just want to go to work, to be a good person, to be good at my job, to not piss anyone off, to get along with my co-workers and to just work. I am sick of this shit! MORAL OF THE STORY: don't start gossip and DO NOT redistribute gossip. It's stupid, it's petty, it's annoying, and it hurts people. And it ultimately causes you to lose friends. Do not get involved with gossip. It just flat out sucks.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
An indication of a day in my life...oh wait, I don't have a life right now...
I am complaining again. I apologize but this is getting flat out ridiculous.
I got to the client's at 8:15 this morning (woke up at 6 a.m.-got to sleep in since the client is closer to home!) Left the client's at 6 p.m. to start my day at the office. It is now 9 p.m. and I am still at the office and no closer to being finished.
The only thing that makes me feel better is that I am not the only one still here. GROAN.
I got to the client's at 8:15 this morning (woke up at 6 a.m.-got to sleep in since the client is closer to home!) Left the client's at 6 p.m. to start my day at the office. It is now 9 p.m. and I am still at the office and no closer to being finished.
The only thing that makes me feel better is that I am not the only one still here. GROAN.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Ass slapping, mexican food and impulsive arms...
I smacked a guy in the ass today at lunch. I wish I could say I did it on purpose to create dropped jaws and "YEAH RIGHT" moments, but I can't. It was an accident. But funny, nonetheless. Especially since I think he liked it. He looked at me for a second, grinned, and said, "Thanks for that...I needed a good slap in the ass." And right then and there I turned so red that my face exploded and I died. It would have been different if it was a grandpa or something. But NO, my arm chooses to jut out involuntarily into the ass of a rather hot 30 some year old. At least the arm has good taste, I guess.
Quote of the day
"People have this idea that what they do changes who they are... but really, you do what you do. Not without consequences for other people, of course, sometimes very grave ones. But it's not very helpful to regard your choices as a series of right or wrong moves. They don't define you as much as you define them."
-Ann Packer
-Ann Packer
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Broken phones and such
Last weekend a few of our friends from college were in town to hang out with us and to watch some spring training baseball games. It was so awesome to have them here!! They got in on Friday night and left Tuesday night so we had quite a bit of time with them. I felt bad because I still had to work while they were here (even Saturday) but I put in less hours so I could see them more...
I think they had fun hanging with us... maybe they'll even move to Phoenix-that would be awesome! Anyway, Saturday night we all went down to the pool here and grilled out and hung out. Last weekend was freezing here (like 50s and 60s and a little rainy) so I decided I was not going to get in the pool or hot tub because it was so cold. I wore jeans and a sweater. Everyone else decided to wear swim trunks... apparently 60s felt warm to them. Anyway, for whatever reason (we won't go into details), I eventually made the intelligent decision to jump into the pool with all of my clothes on... oh, and did I mention that my phone was in my pocket? Brilliant. So, when I eventually realized that indeeed, my phone WAS in my pocket, it was too late. It died. It was a sad, sad day in the life of my phone. Hopefully I'll be able to at least get the numbers out of it eventually...we're hoping it just needs a new battery.
Anyway, we had a few pretty late nights with our friends so I was pretty tired all week...but it was so worth it just to be able to see them. Friday night, though, I slept for 11 hours...I think that I was catching up from the lack of sleep in the beginning of the week. I can't remember the last time I slept more than 8 hours... it was very weird.
Anyway, we love vistors...so anyone who has not come to see us, come right away! Well, maybe if you want to see more of me, come after about May 15th. I think we are pretty fun people... I jumped in a pool with all of my clothes on just in an attempt to entertain my guests (and I think it worked!) Anyway, it was so good to see friends... as much as we love Phoenix, it's hard to not be around our friends. And even though I know we'll continue to build relationships here, it's not the same as the people we've known for several years. At least we still see them every once in a while and when we do, it's like we've never spent any time apart. So, I guess it all works out...
And as a sidenote, can anyone else get their head around the fact that it's the freakin end of March? I'm not kidding when I say the first three months of the year felt like 3 weeks. I have no idea where they went or what I did. Oh wait. I worked. Right. But still...unbelievable. The end of March?? What?? Astounding.
I think they had fun hanging with us... maybe they'll even move to Phoenix-that would be awesome! Anyway, Saturday night we all went down to the pool here and grilled out and hung out. Last weekend was freezing here (like 50s and 60s and a little rainy) so I decided I was not going to get in the pool or hot tub because it was so cold. I wore jeans and a sweater. Everyone else decided to wear swim trunks... apparently 60s felt warm to them. Anyway, for whatever reason (we won't go into details), I eventually made the intelligent decision to jump into the pool with all of my clothes on... oh, and did I mention that my phone was in my pocket? Brilliant. So, when I eventually realized that indeeed, my phone WAS in my pocket, it was too late. It died. It was a sad, sad day in the life of my phone. Hopefully I'll be able to at least get the numbers out of it eventually...we're hoping it just needs a new battery.
Anyway, we had a few pretty late nights with our friends so I was pretty tired all week...but it was so worth it just to be able to see them. Friday night, though, I slept for 11 hours...I think that I was catching up from the lack of sleep in the beginning of the week. I can't remember the last time I slept more than 8 hours... it was very weird.
Anyway, we love vistors...so anyone who has not come to see us, come right away! Well, maybe if you want to see more of me, come after about May 15th. I think we are pretty fun people... I jumped in a pool with all of my clothes on just in an attempt to entertain my guests (and I think it worked!) Anyway, it was so good to see friends... as much as we love Phoenix, it's hard to not be around our friends. And even though I know we'll continue to build relationships here, it's not the same as the people we've known for several years. At least we still see them every once in a while and when we do, it's like we've never spent any time apart. So, I guess it all works out...
And as a sidenote, can anyone else get their head around the fact that it's the freakin end of March? I'm not kidding when I say the first three months of the year felt like 3 weeks. I have no idea where they went or what I did. Oh wait. I worked. Right. But still...unbelievable. The end of March?? What?? Astounding.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
New profession
As we were driving home tonight after a long day of work for me (fantasy baseball for Tim), shopping, and dinner, I had this revelation: I totally should change my profession and become a DJ. If I were a DJ, I would know every song in the world. And that would save me from the annoyance of hearing awesome songs on the radio just to wonder for the next year what the hell they even are. So, new life plan: become a DJ. Or perhaps I should become a bartender or waitress in some exotic place: like Hawaii or Greece. I wouldn't make as much money but for some reason that sounds like such a trip. I would totally do it.
And if I chose one of those professions, I wouldn't care about the money because I would have so much spare time that I could actually work out. Imagine that. I can't even fathom the fact that I would have that kind of time...time to actually take care of myself, my life, my body? Sounds freakin amazing. No 5-10 pound weight gain because of constant dining out, sitting on the ass all day and zippo working out? Fan-freakin-tastic. And I wouldn't care about suburbia life. No mortgage, no car...I would live in a hip little apartment on the beach and be able to walk to work. Sigh...
I am completely beyond stressed. I'm sick of busy season, I'm sick of crack head clients (with the one client I'm dealing with right now, I'm thinking about writing a point in our report that we issue that we recommend he take yoga. Some diaphramatic breathing would probably improve his frazzled freak show life exponentially). I have been so unmotivated the last couple of days that I'm making it worse because I'm procrastinating and therefore screwing myself. So, DJ or jet away to Hawaii/Greece/Australia to have a pointless job for a few years... sounds perfect. Although, I really, really do like my job here...it's credible and I feel like I'm doing some sort of good, I love my boss and the people I work with... and I do like our life here. And I actually do like busy season... I'm just having issue after issue with the current client... Once I get that wrapped up, I'll feel so much better. And after that, only 7 more weeks of busy season. Although I really do wish I knew every cool song in the world and that I lived in an exotic place... maybe I could be a part time DJ or maybe someday I'll move to somewhere exotic... hmmm...
And if I chose one of those professions, I wouldn't care about the money because I would have so much spare time that I could actually work out. Imagine that. I can't even fathom the fact that I would have that kind of time...time to actually take care of myself, my life, my body? Sounds freakin amazing. No 5-10 pound weight gain because of constant dining out, sitting on the ass all day and zippo working out? Fan-freakin-tastic. And I wouldn't care about suburbia life. No mortgage, no car...I would live in a hip little apartment on the beach and be able to walk to work. Sigh...
I am completely beyond stressed. I'm sick of busy season, I'm sick of crack head clients (with the one client I'm dealing with right now, I'm thinking about writing a point in our report that we issue that we recommend he take yoga. Some diaphramatic breathing would probably improve his frazzled freak show life exponentially). I have been so unmotivated the last couple of days that I'm making it worse because I'm procrastinating and therefore screwing myself. So, DJ or jet away to Hawaii/Greece/Australia to have a pointless job for a few years... sounds perfect. Although, I really, really do like my job here...it's credible and I feel like I'm doing some sort of good, I love my boss and the people I work with... and I do like our life here. And I actually do like busy season... I'm just having issue after issue with the current client... Once I get that wrapped up, I'll feel so much better. And after that, only 7 more weeks of busy season. Although I really do wish I knew every cool song in the world and that I lived in an exotic place... maybe I could be a part time DJ or maybe someday I'll move to somewhere exotic... hmmm...
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Update...
So what have I done in the last month? I can't believe I seriously haven't posted in a month! Holy cow...where does time go? All I've really done is worked. I really can't complain because this busy for me is probably not all that busy for other crazy professions (like doctors/residents) who work insane amounts of hours on a yearly basis. I've been leaving my house at around 7 a.m. every morning and I get home around 8 at night (except for Wednesday of last week when I achieved a new record. I left my house at 7 a.m., got home at 10:30 p.m. and I was at a client's until 10 p.m. Insane). On Saturdays I leave my house around 9:30 a.m. and get home around 4:30 p.m. I rather like being busy, though, so really, I'm not complaining. And I really like the people I'm working with along with the work I do. The past two weeks, I haven't been doing audits but I've been sent out on reviews (a step below an audit) by myself. I'm told that it's good that they think I'm competant enough to do these reviews. There are people at my level that have been there 1-2 years longer than me that they don't send out alone... so I guess I'm finding that I'm not to bad at what I do...always a good thing. I'm just amazed that I am capable of putting in these long hours (something I never thought I would do) and that I'm actually enjoying it. I've definitely had my stressed out, freaked out moments but other than those, everything is great.
Our house seems to be coming along well... Last week we had windows, bathtubs, and the ventilation stuff. We went by yesterday and there was even more progress. I'll post more pics later from this week's progress.
I feel bad that I have nothing interesting to say. I'm serious when I say all I do is work. Lame, I know. I haven't even had time to exercise. UGH. I've gained icky weight. Not much, but it still makes me mad. But I know once things slow down, I will be able to get back into more of a routine.
Last Sunday Tim and I went to a spring training baseball game. We went to the stadium in Surprise (just north of us) where the Rangers and Royals play. The Royals weren't playing last Sunday so we went to a Rangers and Brewers game. We bought the most expensive tickets ($20 a pop 3 rows behind home plate-I couldn't believe how awesome the seats were and how cheap the expensive tickets were...spring training is cool!) Anyway, we were kind of in the shade behind home plate and even though it was like 75 degrees last Sunday, we were freezing! So in about the 3rd inning we moved out to the outfield and sat in the sun...
Yesterday was completely surreal. We haven't had rain here in 143 days and yesterday it rained ALL DAY. It was amazing. I think we ended up getting over 2 inches. I haven't seen rain since September. I can't say I missed it that much but we did really need it and it was a nice change of pace for a day. Along with the rain came freezing cold! Yesterday the high was only 46 (the coldest I've ever seen it here) and this morning when we woke up it was 40 degrees and felt like 33-we actually had a windchill! It snowed a foot or more just 40 minutes north of here...amazing!
Anyway, enjoy the pics below.
Our house seems to be coming along well... Last week we had windows, bathtubs, and the ventilation stuff. We went by yesterday and there was even more progress. I'll post more pics later from this week's progress.
I feel bad that I have nothing interesting to say. I'm serious when I say all I do is work. Lame, I know. I haven't even had time to exercise. UGH. I've gained icky weight. Not much, but it still makes me mad. But I know once things slow down, I will be able to get back into more of a routine.
Last Sunday Tim and I went to a spring training baseball game. We went to the stadium in Surprise (just north of us) where the Rangers and Royals play. The Royals weren't playing last Sunday so we went to a Rangers and Brewers game. We bought the most expensive tickets ($20 a pop 3 rows behind home plate-I couldn't believe how awesome the seats were and how cheap the expensive tickets were...spring training is cool!) Anyway, we were kind of in the shade behind home plate and even though it was like 75 degrees last Sunday, we were freezing! So in about the 3rd inning we moved out to the outfield and sat in the sun...
Yesterday was completely surreal. We haven't had rain here in 143 days and yesterday it rained ALL DAY. It was amazing. I think we ended up getting over 2 inches. I haven't seen rain since September. I can't say I missed it that much but we did really need it and it was a nice change of pace for a day. Along with the rain came freezing cold! Yesterday the high was only 46 (the coldest I've ever seen it here) and this morning when we woke up it was 40 degrees and felt like 33-we actually had a windchill! It snowed a foot or more just 40 minutes north of here...amazing!
Anyway, enjoy the pics below.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
No postings in ALMOST a month...
Does that give anyone an indication of the current status of my life?
Completely and totally out of control. Ugh.
Someday soon I will return...I hope.
Completely and totally out of control. Ugh.
Someday soon I will return...I hope.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Happy Valentine's Day
I cannot believe that it is 8:15 p.m. and I have a) gotten home b) eaten c) taken off my work clothes d) not plugged in my laptop to work more e) Taken off my makeup. Amazing day.
I kind of sort of think Valentine's day is a bit cheesy. I mean shouldn't everyone show the people they love that they love them everyday? It used to be my favorite holiday. My mom would always get us awesome presents and make us all kinds of goodies... she still in fact gets us presents. We received ours just the other day... But it seems almost like Valentine's day in past years is more of an obligation, an explosion of commercialism. Everyone advertises it so that every one feels obligated to be romantic, when really, shouldn't it be more of just a gentle reminder to spend time with your loved ones or tell them you love them? Ahh...I don't know. It's an ok day I guess but in reality, I'd much rather be surprised with a small present or flowers or a night out on a random day of the year than a day when that's what you HAVE to do. I still like the general day of love concept though.
I've been pretty busy lately... as in I leave the house at 7 a.m., get home at 8 p.m. And work 6 hours on Saturdays. At least I like what I do. But I have to say it's getting pretty exhausting and it's only February!
Some highlights as of late are:
-Tim DID surprised me with a valentine's day present. He gave it to me early before our pre-Valentines day dinner on Saturday (although he broke our pact...usually we just go out to dinner and do the cards thing...no presents...not that I'm complaining). Anyway, he bought me an ipod. I know, we are like 3 years behind the times but it's awesome anyway. Can't believe we've been without one for this long!
-I surprised Tim today with Billy Joel tickets (I couldn't just be the recipient of a present!) and a taco dinner (his favorite).
-Our friends are coming into town for spring training...yea for visitors! Too bad it's still busy season at the time of the visit...
-One audit of the year is finished. I managed to make a lot, A LOT of rookie mistakes but I feel like I learned a lot and I met a really famous person which was cool.
-I love the Olympics.
-Tax refund. Sweet!
-The weather. Holy crap it's awesome here.
I can't think of anything else...except for the million and two things I have to do since I'm not working tonight, including 1) managing money, balancing checkbook, paying bills 2) responding to emails that I've had for two months 3) sending stuff to people that I meant to send three months ago 4) laundry 5) dishes 6) Three words: disgustingly dirty house.
Actually, none of that will probably happen. In reality, I'm going to pretend to do that and really post on my blog, then I'm going to go eat ice cream with Tim and then spend the rest of the night with him... and sleep, yes sleep. I totally need to sleep.
Anyway, I hope everyone else has an awesome Valentine's day! Enjoy the day of love...
I kind of sort of think Valentine's day is a bit cheesy. I mean shouldn't everyone show the people they love that they love them everyday? It used to be my favorite holiday. My mom would always get us awesome presents and make us all kinds of goodies... she still in fact gets us presents. We received ours just the other day... But it seems almost like Valentine's day in past years is more of an obligation, an explosion of commercialism. Everyone advertises it so that every one feels obligated to be romantic, when really, shouldn't it be more of just a gentle reminder to spend time with your loved ones or tell them you love them? Ahh...I don't know. It's an ok day I guess but in reality, I'd much rather be surprised with a small present or flowers or a night out on a random day of the year than a day when that's what you HAVE to do. I still like the general day of love concept though.
I've been pretty busy lately... as in I leave the house at 7 a.m., get home at 8 p.m. And work 6 hours on Saturdays. At least I like what I do. But I have to say it's getting pretty exhausting and it's only February!
Some highlights as of late are:
-Tim DID surprised me with a valentine's day present. He gave it to me early before our pre-Valentines day dinner on Saturday (although he broke our pact...usually we just go out to dinner and do the cards thing...no presents...not that I'm complaining). Anyway, he bought me an ipod. I know, we are like 3 years behind the times but it's awesome anyway. Can't believe we've been without one for this long!
-I surprised Tim today with Billy Joel tickets (I couldn't just be the recipient of a present!) and a taco dinner (his favorite).
-Our friends are coming into town for spring training...yea for visitors! Too bad it's still busy season at the time of the visit...
-One audit of the year is finished. I managed to make a lot, A LOT of rookie mistakes but I feel like I learned a lot and I met a really famous person which was cool.
-I love the Olympics.
-Tax refund. Sweet!
-The weather. Holy crap it's awesome here.
I can't think of anything else...except for the million and two things I have to do since I'm not working tonight, including 1) managing money, balancing checkbook, paying bills 2) responding to emails that I've had for two months 3) sending stuff to people that I meant to send three months ago 4) laundry 5) dishes 6) Three words: disgustingly dirty house.
Actually, none of that will probably happen. In reality, I'm going to pretend to do that and really post on my blog, then I'm going to go eat ice cream with Tim and then spend the rest of the night with him... and sleep, yes sleep. I totally need to sleep.
Anyway, I hope everyone else has an awesome Valentine's day! Enjoy the day of love...
Saturday, February 04, 2006
A special day indeed
Today is my mom's birthday. I won't reveal her age, except to say that she's still very young... probably due in part to the fact that she's married to my dad who will always be a child at heart. (I don't think his true age will ever show and I think that has to rub off on my mom).
Anyway, I wish that we could've been there to spend it with her but I think she knows that we were thinking about her all day and hoping that her birthday was wonderful.
Love you, mom!
Anyway, I wish that we could've been there to spend it with her but I think she knows that we were thinking about her all day and hoping that her birthday was wonderful.
Love you, mom!
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Screaming inside
If I have to look at a computer screen for one more second today or think about fixed assets (in particular TOOLING assets) I am going to scream.
Today was one of those days where it just seemed like problems just kept cropping up. A day of problems. Never ending problems. You fix one, another one occurs. You spend 5 hours trying to figure out one just to spend the next two trying to figure out how to present it and document it. And then you try to comprehend the language of someone who has an accent only to discover that comprehension is basically impossible. The process is interesting and somewhat fun but you hit a point when you realize that all day you were basically stuck in some kind of problem rut...and that can get frustrating.
So, yes, scream.
And then I wonder, does anyone ever figure it out? Life, I mean? Problems at work are like a puzzle...there is always a solution, you just have to talk to people to understand what's going on and then you have to look at the problem and figure out the best way to solve it by the rules. But life? Life seems more complex. Or is it really just simplistic and people make it complex? Sometimes I just don't think I have it all figured out yet. And I like to figure stuff out. I like stuff to be solved. I like to put the pieces together and have 'ah ha' moments. Sometimes I think I would like for life to be like the GAAP guide we use in accounting...cut and dry-all rules and instructions spelled out in about four million words-lengthy but it leaves no room for question or error. But I don't know-maybe the unknown, the not really ever having it all figured out is just all part of the journey and to completely figure it out would be to make it less interesting.
(Sidenote: I lied. I just looked at a computer screen for 5 more minutes today. But added to the 10-11 hours I've already been looking at the screen really doesn't make 5 minutes seem all that significant. Although I think my head and eyes would fight me on that point right about now).
Today was one of those days where it just seemed like problems just kept cropping up. A day of problems. Never ending problems. You fix one, another one occurs. You spend 5 hours trying to figure out one just to spend the next two trying to figure out how to present it and document it. And then you try to comprehend the language of someone who has an accent only to discover that comprehension is basically impossible. The process is interesting and somewhat fun but you hit a point when you realize that all day you were basically stuck in some kind of problem rut...and that can get frustrating.
So, yes, scream.
And then I wonder, does anyone ever figure it out? Life, I mean? Problems at work are like a puzzle...there is always a solution, you just have to talk to people to understand what's going on and then you have to look at the problem and figure out the best way to solve it by the rules. But life? Life seems more complex. Or is it really just simplistic and people make it complex? Sometimes I just don't think I have it all figured out yet. And I like to figure stuff out. I like stuff to be solved. I like to put the pieces together and have 'ah ha' moments. Sometimes I think I would like for life to be like the GAAP guide we use in accounting...cut and dry-all rules and instructions spelled out in about four million words-lengthy but it leaves no room for question or error. But I don't know-maybe the unknown, the not really ever having it all figured out is just all part of the journey and to completely figure it out would be to make it less interesting.
(Sidenote: I lied. I just looked at a computer screen for 5 more minutes today. But added to the 10-11 hours I've already been looking at the screen really doesn't make 5 minutes seem all that significant. Although I think my head and eyes would fight me on that point right about now).
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
News? What news?
I really have nothing to say but I'm feeling the urge to post something for the sole reason that I haven't posted in several days...
But nothing is really going on except for work. I leave my house at 7 a.m., get home at 7 p.m at the earliest, eat, then work some more at home. Well, the last part (working more at home) is what I SHOULD be doing. I usually get distracted by things that actually sound like fun... like reading a magazine, watching TV, posting on my blog (that's what this REALLY is...a distraction so I don't have to work), attempting to work out...
I have been pretty good about working though lately. I went in for a few hours on Saturday, spent some hours on Sunday night and am seriously considering the need to work some more tonight. It is busy season, so I'm told... even though I'm not a tax accountant anymore I'm learning that rule still applies to me as an auditor. I love it though...so I'm not complaining.
Today is the 105th day without rain for Phoenix. I'm totally not complaining about that either. I think we are in the complete opposite situation as our friends in Oregon, Travis and Rachel. Maybe if they are getting sick of rain in Oregon we can start to convince them to move to Phoenix... or vice versa, I guess, although I'm pretty sure I can't be persuaded to love rain...but that's just me. :) It would be nice to have some friends here... maybe we will have to start really talking people into moving here. So, here's the push: EVERYONE SHOULD MOVE TO PHOENIX! 105 days with no rain, approximately 65-75 degrees for nine months out of the year, sunny all year, tons to do, lots of jobs, major growth, TIM AND JENN, what else could you want in a city? I know somewhere I'm going to hear the response that, "Oh, if you're lonely, you shouldn't have moved AWAY from your friends." Here's my response to that before anyone has the chance to say it: 1) I'm not lonely, I miss our friends 2) I am 100% happy in Phoenix. I absolutely love it here. And we have met people... but it's not the same as the people we've known for years. Having our good friends here would make Phoenix even that much more perfect.
This weekend we are going to the FBR open in Scottsdale. We are pretty excited to see a bunch of the major golfers. We've heard that it's a pretty good time there, too. Apparently it gets pretty crazy for a golf tournament. It should be fun. Sunday I'm sure we'll watch the superbowl... anyone have a vote for who'll win? I vote Seattle...gotta go for the underdogs.
Rambling, yes I'm rambling. And procrastinating. And not watching the State of the Union. Or working. Or working out. But I posted. What a great way to spend time, eh?
But nothing is really going on except for work. I leave my house at 7 a.m., get home at 7 p.m at the earliest, eat, then work some more at home. Well, the last part (working more at home) is what I SHOULD be doing. I usually get distracted by things that actually sound like fun... like reading a magazine, watching TV, posting on my blog (that's what this REALLY is...a distraction so I don't have to work), attempting to work out...
I have been pretty good about working though lately. I went in for a few hours on Saturday, spent some hours on Sunday night and am seriously considering the need to work some more tonight. It is busy season, so I'm told... even though I'm not a tax accountant anymore I'm learning that rule still applies to me as an auditor. I love it though...so I'm not complaining.
Today is the 105th day without rain for Phoenix. I'm totally not complaining about that either. I think we are in the complete opposite situation as our friends in Oregon, Travis and Rachel. Maybe if they are getting sick of rain in Oregon we can start to convince them to move to Phoenix... or vice versa, I guess, although I'm pretty sure I can't be persuaded to love rain...but that's just me. :) It would be nice to have some friends here... maybe we will have to start really talking people into moving here. So, here's the push: EVERYONE SHOULD MOVE TO PHOENIX! 105 days with no rain, approximately 65-75 degrees for nine months out of the year, sunny all year, tons to do, lots of jobs, major growth, TIM AND JENN, what else could you want in a city? I know somewhere I'm going to hear the response that, "Oh, if you're lonely, you shouldn't have moved AWAY from your friends." Here's my response to that before anyone has the chance to say it: 1) I'm not lonely, I miss our friends 2) I am 100% happy in Phoenix. I absolutely love it here. And we have met people... but it's not the same as the people we've known for years. Having our good friends here would make Phoenix even that much more perfect.
This weekend we are going to the FBR open in Scottsdale. We are pretty excited to see a bunch of the major golfers. We've heard that it's a pretty good time there, too. Apparently it gets pretty crazy for a golf tournament. It should be fun. Sunday I'm sure we'll watch the superbowl... anyone have a vote for who'll win? I vote Seattle...gotta go for the underdogs.
Rambling, yes I'm rambling. And procrastinating. And not watching the State of the Union. Or working. Or working out. But I posted. What a great way to spend time, eh?
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Humiliation.
Today, leaving my client's I completely ate it. Fell. Flew through the air. Wiped out. It started on about the third step up from the bottom of the stairs (as we were walking down). I think my shoe got caught in the cuff of my pants and the next thing I know, I landed at the bottom of the stairs in a split position and I slid across the floor a ways, right along side of my keys which I released from my grip during the fall and which also slid across the floor. My boss was standing there with his jaw dropped, in disbelief... "Did that really just happen? Did she really just do that?" Yes, yes I did. I am convinced though that it was a rather graceful fall. I didn't hurt anything or drop anything (aside from the keys). And I landed in a perfect split position... it was just like I planned a grand exit or something. Classy.
I am still cracking up...3 hours later. So embarrassing but so, so funny. I give my co-worker permission to laugh. I can't imagine how bad he wanted to at the time. Like I said, I still haven't stopped.
I am still cracking up...3 hours later. So embarrassing but so, so funny. I give my co-worker permission to laugh. I can't imagine how bad he wanted to at the time. Like I said, I still haven't stopped.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
More and more progress...almost a foundation!
It looks like by the time we go to our house next weekend we will have the foundation. Our neighbors right next door to us have theirs and we have the grid stuff on the floors that indicates that we are all ready to be poured. There are three houses in our neighborhood that have already been framed and they are close to ours so we are excited because it appears that they are starting to build from our end of the neighborhood.
Grids on the 'floor' of our house...the step before the foundation is laid. I have no idea really what the grids are for, only that I'm probably not calling them the right thing. Tim told me they are basically to keep the foundation from cracking and to hold it together. We really have no clue though... we just know that after this, comes the foundation and then the framing!
I somewhat retract my earlier opinions
Tim decided to drive home from California on Friday night instead of yesterday morning so that we could get to the DMV as early as possible yesterday. It opens at 8 a.m. so we got up around 6 so that we could leave at 7 and get there by 7:15 or so. When we got there, there was a line of about 100 people ALREADY lined up and waiting. The parking lot was already full. Our jaws hit the floor and visions of an 11:00 finish time flashed through our heads. So we hopped in line and by the time 8 a.m. rolled around, there was another 100-150 people BEHIND us (we were so bored and FREEZING cold that we counted the people in front of and behind us to make the time go faster).
At 8 a.m. we sort of started moving when they opened the doors. Tim got out of line and took the mini to get 'inspected,' which is basically the stupidest thing ever. It involves sitting in a line with your car to have someone take 10 minutes to write down your vin number.
We got in to the front desk at about 8:25 and then I had to wait in another line to take an eye exam. We finally got a number at about 8:35 and we sat down, anticipating to wait another 20-30 minutes (which I do have to say is MULTITUDES better than the last time we visited the DMV in July). BUT, BUT our number was called in 2 minutes after we sat down!! We went over and I got my license. The lady sent me over to the photo line so that I could do that while Tim did the title/registration for the mini. By 9 a.m. we were finished! We were only there for about 1.5 hours and we ran into NO problems whatsoever. Absolutely astounding. And, even better, we ended up paying about $200 less than what the DMV website said we should have paid to register the mini cooper. Sweet! We were pumped!!
And to add to the exciting DMV news, we have not seen barf from the cats since Friday night. I guess the bag of food I bought last week was bad because with this new food, they have been 500% better. I am so, so happy. Tim claims that it's because he's home now... they just missed him, thus the reason for the barf. If that's the case, he's never leaving again!
At 8 a.m. we sort of started moving when they opened the doors. Tim got out of line and took the mini to get 'inspected,' which is basically the stupidest thing ever. It involves sitting in a line with your car to have someone take 10 minutes to write down your vin number.
We got in to the front desk at about 8:25 and then I had to wait in another line to take an eye exam. We finally got a number at about 8:35 and we sat down, anticipating to wait another 20-30 minutes (which I do have to say is MULTITUDES better than the last time we visited the DMV in July). BUT, BUT our number was called in 2 minutes after we sat down!! We went over and I got my license. The lady sent me over to the photo line so that I could do that while Tim did the title/registration for the mini. By 9 a.m. we were finished! We were only there for about 1.5 hours and we ran into NO problems whatsoever. Absolutely astounding. And, even better, we ended up paying about $200 less than what the DMV website said we should have paid to register the mini cooper. Sweet! We were pumped!!
And to add to the exciting DMV news, we have not seen barf from the cats since Friday night. I guess the bag of food I bought last week was bad because with this new food, they have been 500% better. I am so, so happy. Tim claims that it's because he's home now... they just missed him, thus the reason for the barf. If that's the case, he's never leaving again!
Friday, January 20, 2006
Tonight's total
11 piles. Why am I even surprised anymore? However, due to the lack of food this morning, the piles were substantially smaller even though there were more than last night. But in case anyone was wondering, that brings the grand total to 42 piles I have met and cleaned up. I'm now 75% finished with the 2nd bottle of resolve and I've used 3.5 rolls of paper towels.
And I am really optimistic that perhaps it was bad food because I just fed them the new good food and they CHOWED. Which they haven't done in about 5 days. And I mean chowed. Like devoured. Like they were starving...which I'm sure they realistically are. And they aren't huddled over in the puke position yet when the past five days after I've fed them, they've remained in that position all night.
So, I'm crossing my fingers that I'm onto something with this new food stuff. Although in some ways that would just make me feel like the most terrible person/cat mom on the planet. I would have been the sole responsibile party for the past 5 days of throwing up because I gave them bad food and made them eat it. At this point though, anything to stop the barfing would be like finding out as a little kid that Santa Claus IS real and you get to live with him FOR A WHOLE YEAR. In the north pole. With Rudolph. No school, just get to play with toys all day. Even if I'm the worst person in the world for giving them bad food, if that means no more barf I DON'T CARE. I will publically admit that I am terrible. Just stop this madness barfing PLEASE. I'm getting desperate and more and more convinced that kids are a definite, 100% NO WAY, Jose. Thanks, anyway, for asking.
And I am really optimistic that perhaps it was bad food because I just fed them the new good food and they CHOWED. Which they haven't done in about 5 days. And I mean chowed. Like devoured. Like they were starving...which I'm sure they realistically are. And they aren't huddled over in the puke position yet when the past five days after I've fed them, they've remained in that position all night.
So, I'm crossing my fingers that I'm onto something with this new food stuff. Although in some ways that would just make me feel like the most terrible person/cat mom on the planet. I would have been the sole responsibile party for the past 5 days of throwing up because I gave them bad food and made them eat it. At this point though, anything to stop the barfing would be like finding out as a little kid that Santa Claus IS real and you get to live with him FOR A WHOLE YEAR. In the north pole. With Rudolph. No school, just get to play with toys all day. Even if I'm the worst person in the world for giving them bad food, if that means no more barf I DON'T CARE. I will publically admit that I am terrible. Just stop this madness barfing PLEASE. I'm getting desperate and more and more convinced that kids are a definite, 100% NO WAY, Jose. Thanks, anyway, for asking.
100 bottles of beer on the wall
Oh how I wish that was the song that was in my head because there were 100 bottles of beer on my wall-or at least in my fridge. Instead, I have that same tune in my head but instead of singing '100 bottles of beer on the wall' I am singing '100 piles of puke on the floor.'
I am about ready to fly to Japan, start a new life SANS cats.
I know no one cares (and it is entirely disgusting) but I am just going so completely crazy with all of this that if I don't vent somewhere the Japan life could become reality in about 3 seconds. So, newest development. Like I said, last night I picked up 8 piles of puke, which brought the overall total to 26. SSCCREEAAAMM. And when I posted, I said that Emerson was going through the 'puke motions.' And Berkeley was in position. Emerson's never came out. I went and found her with her head tilted back, eating it back in. I then had to go sit in the bathroom for five minutes from the pure grossness of that and will myself not to just walk out and forget about puke forever. Then I had to forcefully shove my fingers down both cats throats to give them medicine to STOP THIS MADNESS. Do you know how gross and degrading it is to your whole being to put your fingers down a mouth that licks an ass on a multiple times daily basis? This morning I get up and find: a) Three more piles of puke from Berkeley b) two yellow piles of something from Emerson...my question is, is it puke or piss? I don't know. That is to be determined. c) wads and clumps of hair from Emerson. Massive.
Being the neglectful person I am, I barely fed either of them anything this morning because I am so damn sick and tired of being the pooper and puker scooper. Why should I feed them if I am just going to have to pick up the regurgitated mess that has greeted every part of my floor?! So, instead I gave them a tiny bit of food and 3 hairball treats. I am such a freakin loser. All I've done this week is pick up puke and go to the vet. Do you now see why I don't want to be a parent? I have no desire to do anything worthwhile after I've picked up crap all night. So I don't. People ask what I've done the night before and I say, "Oh just picked up puke and then sat on my ass thinking about how disgusting that just was. Then go to sleep and dream about cats barfing on my head." Such a life, such a life.
I can't wait to see how many piles I get to add to my total when I get home tonight. I really think there is a good chance I could make it to 100. And then I really WILL need to have 100 bottles of beer. All. to. myself. And in Japan.
I am about ready to fly to Japan, start a new life SANS cats.
I know no one cares (and it is entirely disgusting) but I am just going so completely crazy with all of this that if I don't vent somewhere the Japan life could become reality in about 3 seconds. So, newest development. Like I said, last night I picked up 8 piles of puke, which brought the overall total to 26. SSCCREEAAAMM. And when I posted, I said that Emerson was going through the 'puke motions.' And Berkeley was in position. Emerson's never came out. I went and found her with her head tilted back, eating it back in. I then had to go sit in the bathroom for five minutes from the pure grossness of that and will myself not to just walk out and forget about puke forever. Then I had to forcefully shove my fingers down both cats throats to give them medicine to STOP THIS MADNESS. Do you know how gross and degrading it is to your whole being to put your fingers down a mouth that licks an ass on a multiple times daily basis? This morning I get up and find: a) Three more piles of puke from Berkeley b) two yellow piles of something from Emerson...my question is, is it puke or piss? I don't know. That is to be determined. c) wads and clumps of hair from Emerson. Massive.
Being the neglectful person I am, I barely fed either of them anything this morning because I am so damn sick and tired of being the pooper and puker scooper. Why should I feed them if I am just going to have to pick up the regurgitated mess that has greeted every part of my floor?! So, instead I gave them a tiny bit of food and 3 hairball treats. I am such a freakin loser. All I've done this week is pick up puke and go to the vet. Do you now see why I don't want to be a parent? I have no desire to do anything worthwhile after I've picked up crap all night. So I don't. People ask what I've done the night before and I say, "Oh just picked up puke and then sat on my ass thinking about how disgusting that just was. Then go to sleep and dream about cats barfing on my head." Such a life, such a life.
I can't wait to see how many piles I get to add to my total when I get home tonight. I really think there is a good chance I could make it to 100. And then I really WILL need to have 100 bottles of beer. All. to. myself. And in Japan.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Let's play the numbers game
Number of times I dropped my cell phone today on a concrete surface (one being in the middle of a crowd. Nice.): 2
Number of Amoxcillian tablets (500 mg each) I took for no apparent reason yesterday: 4 [Yes, it appears that I was a drug user. My dentist cancelled my appointment to fill my teeth FIVE MINUTES before I was supposed to be there. Classy. And since I have a heart murmur I have to take the drugs AN HOUR before the actual appointment. I was doped up.]
Number of minutes of my drive to work yesterday: 55
Number of minutes of my drive home from work yesterday: 70 (!!)
Number of minutes of my drive to work today: 55
Number of puke piles I have picked up in the past 24 hours: 26 (not an exaggeration. There were 8 when I got home tonight. And I almost just had one more...Emerson was on the verge, Berkeley is also in position. So I wait to add to the number. I am going to go certifiably INSANE. I hate this. It is making me crazy).
Number of bottles of Resolve I have used on the puke: 1.5
Number of rolls of paper towels I have used: 3
Number of minutes I spent at the vet yesterday just to have him tell me that one cat has a hairball and the other is obsessive compulsive (and probably also has a hairball) both of which I ALREADY knew: 45
Number of dollars the vet cost me to tell me what I already knew: 89
Number of zits I have at the current moment: 7 (!!!!)
Number of Oreos I've eaten: 6
Number of boxes of girl scout cookies I just ordered: 3...sweet! I love girl scout cookies!!
Number of weeks I will be out of the office until May: 14
Number of humongous, 5 inch wide by 5 inches tall by 1 inch deep chocolate chip cookies I have eaten today (do we see a pattern with the cookies?): 1
Number of calories that one chocolate chip cookie probably was: 1500
Number of miles I now need to run: 4
Number of miles I will run tonight: 0
Number of insanely weird people I ran into yesterday: 1 (a korean lady staggering around in the grocery store parking lot [I was there buying more Resolve] singing 'Jesus Loves Me' at the top of her lungs).
Number of times I have been flashed today by a lady: 1 (yet another weird instance... was at Nordstrom in the bathroom, walked in and all I saw were boobs. For no glaringly apparent reason).
Ok...I'm done. No more numbers.
Number of Amoxcillian tablets (500 mg each) I took for no apparent reason yesterday: 4 [Yes, it appears that I was a drug user. My dentist cancelled my appointment to fill my teeth FIVE MINUTES before I was supposed to be there. Classy. And since I have a heart murmur I have to take the drugs AN HOUR before the actual appointment. I was doped up.]
Number of minutes of my drive to work yesterday: 55
Number of minutes of my drive home from work yesterday: 70 (!!)
Number of minutes of my drive to work today: 55
Number of puke piles I have picked up in the past 24 hours: 26 (not an exaggeration. There were 8 when I got home tonight. And I almost just had one more...Emerson was on the verge, Berkeley is also in position. So I wait to add to the number. I am going to go certifiably INSANE. I hate this. It is making me crazy).
Number of bottles of Resolve I have used on the puke: 1.5
Number of rolls of paper towels I have used: 3
Number of minutes I spent at the vet yesterday just to have him tell me that one cat has a hairball and the other is obsessive compulsive (and probably also has a hairball) both of which I ALREADY knew: 45
Number of dollars the vet cost me to tell me what I already knew: 89
Number of zits I have at the current moment: 7 (!!!!)
Number of Oreos I've eaten: 6
Number of boxes of girl scout cookies I just ordered: 3...sweet! I love girl scout cookies!!
Number of weeks I will be out of the office until May: 14
Number of humongous, 5 inch wide by 5 inches tall by 1 inch deep chocolate chip cookies I have eaten today (do we see a pattern with the cookies?): 1
Number of calories that one chocolate chip cookie probably was: 1500
Number of miles I now need to run: 4
Number of miles I will run tonight: 0
Number of insanely weird people I ran into yesterday: 1 (a korean lady staggering around in the grocery store parking lot [I was there buying more Resolve] singing 'Jesus Loves Me' at the top of her lungs).
Number of times I have been flashed today by a lady: 1 (yet another weird instance... was at Nordstrom in the bathroom, walked in and all I saw were boobs. For no glaringly apparent reason).
Ok...I'm done. No more numbers.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
A series of events that make me really question exactly why I am a pet owner
1) Last night went into the bedroom at 10:00 p.m. Didn't go to sleep until 1:30 a.m. Why you ask? Oh, just the damn cats. They were banging, clanging, fighting, crying...you name it, they were doing it. It's like they were just completely determined to try to make as much noise as possible and cause as much damage as possible. It was absolutely unbelievable.
2) Come home tonight to massive piles of cat barf. Lovely. I wasn't sure whose it was at first. I thought that Berkeley was acting weird this morning but on the other hand, I can't even begin to fathom how many massive clumps of hair Emerson has in her stomach (see point 3). So, I cleaned it up and then fed them. Emerson wouldn't eat anything so I thought to myself, "Oh, WOW. For such a little gal, she really got massively sick." Berkeley started eating, of course, but stopped early. Uh-oh. Big warning sign. RUN! I vacated to the other room so that I didn't have to witness the act and sure enough, when I came out five minutes later: more cat vomit! Joy. And does everyone know that I have a seriously throw-up phobia? I literally do. Just ask anyone. I haven't actually done the deed myself since I was around 8 years old. I run if anyone mentions being sick. I am absolutely petrified of it. Many people would tell you that it's a miracle that I can even clean up the cat stuff. Well, as long as I don't hear it or see it happening, the cleaning up is ok but I DON'T enjoy it. And I know that there is more just waiting to come out. GGGRROOAAANN. Berkeley is still acting weird... probably working on one of her enormous hairballs that probably rank as one of the top 10 most disgusting things I have ever seen in my life.
3) I have to take Emerson to the vet tomorrow due to her bald ass and tail. Literally. Her hips are bald, parts of her tail is bald. She seems to be acting normal (although I should note that normal for her is really quite weird). I'm hoping they can tell me what's wrong so that I STOP finding the clumps of hair. It really is madness.
So, in conclusion, I'm utterly tired from only getting about 4 hours of sleep last night due to the cats, I have been cleaning up barf all night, I am continuously picking up and finding clumps of hair all over (literally...earlier there was a huge clump behind the toilet), and I have to go to the vet tomorrow. Vets=trauma=crazy kittens. I really can't imagine being a real parent. I think the comparisons are similar: lack of sleep, dealing with sickness, weird problems, doctors. Now someone PLEASE present me with a GOOD argument of why any sane person would willingly bring that upon themselves (i.e.: having kids). I don't want to hear that 'kids enrich your life.' I always hear that argument. I just want to know what makes all the puke, exhaustion, problems, and yucky stuff worth it. I seriously doubt my ability to cope so an argument as to why I should ever consider it would be appreciated. I don't even like dealing with a 10 pound and a 7 pound cat on their bad days. Maybe I'm selfish and I don't have that mom instinct. Maybe I'm just not one of those super moms. Maybe I'm just not cut out for the job, the responsibility of it all. And that scares the living hell out of me since I know that someday I'm going to be faced with the decision of whether or not I want to become that person: the mom. I'm seriously starting to consider Tim's offer of him being a stay at home dad.
2) Come home tonight to massive piles of cat barf. Lovely. I wasn't sure whose it was at first. I thought that Berkeley was acting weird this morning but on the other hand, I can't even begin to fathom how many massive clumps of hair Emerson has in her stomach (see point 3). So, I cleaned it up and then fed them. Emerson wouldn't eat anything so I thought to myself, "Oh, WOW. For such a little gal, she really got massively sick." Berkeley started eating, of course, but stopped early. Uh-oh. Big warning sign. RUN! I vacated to the other room so that I didn't have to witness the act and sure enough, when I came out five minutes later: more cat vomit! Joy. And does everyone know that I have a seriously throw-up phobia? I literally do. Just ask anyone. I haven't actually done the deed myself since I was around 8 years old. I run if anyone mentions being sick. I am absolutely petrified of it. Many people would tell you that it's a miracle that I can even clean up the cat stuff. Well, as long as I don't hear it or see it happening, the cleaning up is ok but I DON'T enjoy it. And I know that there is more just waiting to come out. GGGRROOAAANN. Berkeley is still acting weird... probably working on one of her enormous hairballs that probably rank as one of the top 10 most disgusting things I have ever seen in my life.
3) I have to take Emerson to the vet tomorrow due to her bald ass and tail. Literally. Her hips are bald, parts of her tail is bald. She seems to be acting normal (although I should note that normal for her is really quite weird). I'm hoping they can tell me what's wrong so that I STOP finding the clumps of hair. It really is madness.
So, in conclusion, I'm utterly tired from only getting about 4 hours of sleep last night due to the cats, I have been cleaning up barf all night, I am continuously picking up and finding clumps of hair all over (literally...earlier there was a huge clump behind the toilet), and I have to go to the vet tomorrow. Vets=trauma=crazy kittens. I really can't imagine being a real parent. I think the comparisons are similar: lack of sleep, dealing with sickness, weird problems, doctors. Now someone PLEASE present me with a GOOD argument of why any sane person would willingly bring that upon themselves (i.e.: having kids). I don't want to hear that 'kids enrich your life.' I always hear that argument. I just want to know what makes all the puke, exhaustion, problems, and yucky stuff worth it. I seriously doubt my ability to cope so an argument as to why I should ever consider it would be appreciated. I don't even like dealing with a 10 pound and a 7 pound cat on their bad days. Maybe I'm selfish and I don't have that mom instinct. Maybe I'm just not one of those super moms. Maybe I'm just not cut out for the job, the responsibility of it all. And that scares the living hell out of me since I know that someday I'm going to be faced with the decision of whether or not I want to become that person: the mom. I'm seriously starting to consider Tim's offer of him being a stay at home dad.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Weekend in review
Great weekend...
Yesterday morning started off somewhat rough (see last post). But it ended up being ok. Since we were up so early we had tons and tons of time. We felt like by 9 AM we had already accomplished so much. Always a good feeling. We went to my favorite little breakfast place, Wildflower Bread, yesterday AND today. I love that place. I really just crave their iced tea more than anything and I like the atmosphere of a little coffee-type shop on weekend mornings.
We also went on an awesome hike in the White Tank Mountains yesterday. We went on a waterfall trail that was an easy two miles roundtrip. It was so awesome at the back to see the canyon where the waterfall is when we actually get rain (we haven't had rain here since around October 15... not that I'm complaining... I like the sun better, anyway. But apparently, this long dry stretch is a record). After the family-packed waterfall trail, we went on the more challenging mesquite canyon trail. It was actually really awesome. It goes forever (like 10-12 miles one way) so we turned around after we'd probably gone 3 miles in. It was an awesome day for a hike and I love hiking up the mountains! After that we went to see 'Munich.' It was pretty good...interesting, if nothing else. I think that film people would like it a lot. I thought it was kind of gory and sad but I could see where critics would rave about it and it really was an interesting story.
Today we just kind of relaxed... it was kind of cold here today and windy. I think it was still like 62 degrees but it felt chilly, like fall! It was kind of cool. It was supposed to rain but it didn't. We did have a few clouds that looked sort of dark but nothing happened. We heard that Flagstaff got one of their first snows of the year, though, so now the skiing people will be happy. We did go on a bike ride which ended up being an excellent workout since we rode into the wind the whole way out. We were definitely feeling it! After the bike ride we came back here and made herb-turkey burgers on the grill and made twice baked potatoes. And we ate ice cream, a weekend staple.
So, the weekend was really pretty low key but those kind of weekends are my favorite, by far.
Yesterday morning started off somewhat rough (see last post). But it ended up being ok. Since we were up so early we had tons and tons of time. We felt like by 9 AM we had already accomplished so much. Always a good feeling. We went to my favorite little breakfast place, Wildflower Bread, yesterday AND today. I love that place. I really just crave their iced tea more than anything and I like the atmosphere of a little coffee-type shop on weekend mornings.
We also went on an awesome hike in the White Tank Mountains yesterday. We went on a waterfall trail that was an easy two miles roundtrip. It was so awesome at the back to see the canyon where the waterfall is when we actually get rain (we haven't had rain here since around October 15... not that I'm complaining... I like the sun better, anyway. But apparently, this long dry stretch is a record). After the family-packed waterfall trail, we went on the more challenging mesquite canyon trail. It was actually really awesome. It goes forever (like 10-12 miles one way) so we turned around after we'd probably gone 3 miles in. It was an awesome day for a hike and I love hiking up the mountains! After that we went to see 'Munich.' It was pretty good...interesting, if nothing else. I think that film people would like it a lot. I thought it was kind of gory and sad but I could see where critics would rave about it and it really was an interesting story.
Today we just kind of relaxed... it was kind of cold here today and windy. I think it was still like 62 degrees but it felt chilly, like fall! It was kind of cool. It was supposed to rain but it didn't. We did have a few clouds that looked sort of dark but nothing happened. We heard that Flagstaff got one of their first snows of the year, though, so now the skiing people will be happy. We did go on a bike ride which ended up being an excellent workout since we rode into the wind the whole way out. We were definitely feeling it! After the bike ride we came back here and made herb-turkey burgers on the grill and made twice baked potatoes. And we ate ice cream, a weekend staple.
So, the weekend was really pretty low key but those kind of weekends are my favorite, by far.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Another example of how much I hate the DMV
It's Saturday morning at freaking 7 a.m. Usually I would be awake at this time so it isn't a big deal. But this morning I was particularly unwilling to get out of bed because I picked up Tim from the airport last night at around 10:40 (his plane was an hour late getting in). So, we didn't hit the sack until about 12:30 a.m. So, getting up at 6 a.m. to shower and get ready to go to the DMV was a challenge.
As we are looking online for directions on how to get to the only DMV in the west valley that is open on Saturdays, we see the FINE print that any Saturday before a Monday the DMV is closed. Monday just happens to be Martin Luther King day... although I don't have Monday off work so I don't think that is very fair for the DMV to be closed if I have to work. So, all of that build up for nothing. Grr.
As we are looking online for directions on how to get to the only DMV in the west valley that is open on Saturdays, we see the FINE print that any Saturday before a Monday the DMV is closed. Monday just happens to be Martin Luther King day... although I don't have Monday off work so I don't think that is very fair for the DMV to be closed if I have to work. So, all of that build up for nothing. Grr.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Other random thoughts
I am grumpy and I am craving lots and lots of peanut butter. And mashed potatoes. With a glass of chardonnay. Anyone in?
I hate the dentist. Am too grumpy to explain the HUGE FREAKIN ordeal that my cursed teeth seem to be as of late but I will suffice it to say that I did in fact chip a filling (which explains the hole) and I do have another cavity (the one that I refused to fill at my dentist in Iowa before I left...apparently it has grown to enormous proportions. Go figure).
And then it hit me in the middle of the afternoon...it's friday the 13th. Aahh. It all becomes clear...the grumpiness, the unusual cravings, the cursed teeth. Hmm.
You might think I just have mood swings but I have to convince you that I really don't. I'm usually quite a stable person. I've spent today prepping myself for the trip to the DMV I have to make tomorrow morning...which I partially contribute to my grumpiness (the other contributors being my teeth, my insurance, and difficult clients). I would literally rather have teeth pulled than go to the DMV. Yes, my friends, it's finally time to face it. I have to submit and get my license and plates. After 7 months of absence from the DMV, I have to return to the land of horroric torture otherwise I might face real consequences. The main being that I was SUPPOSED to get my license and plates 10 days after moving here. Oops.
I hate the dentist. Am too grumpy to explain the HUGE FREAKIN ordeal that my cursed teeth seem to be as of late but I will suffice it to say that I did in fact chip a filling (which explains the hole) and I do have another cavity (the one that I refused to fill at my dentist in Iowa before I left...apparently it has grown to enormous proportions. Go figure).
And then it hit me in the middle of the afternoon...it's friday the 13th. Aahh. It all becomes clear...the grumpiness, the unusual cravings, the cursed teeth. Hmm.
You might think I just have mood swings but I have to convince you that I really don't. I'm usually quite a stable person. I've spent today prepping myself for the trip to the DMV I have to make tomorrow morning...which I partially contribute to my grumpiness (the other contributors being my teeth, my insurance, and difficult clients). I would literally rather have teeth pulled than go to the DMV. Yes, my friends, it's finally time to face it. I have to submit and get my license and plates. After 7 months of absence from the DMV, I have to return to the land of horroric torture otherwise I might face real consequences. The main being that I was SUPPOSED to get my license and plates 10 days after moving here. Oops.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
And I definitely feel guilty for that last post...
Aahh... like I said, I was fine in a few hours. The morning just started off a little rough as I thought about the several trivial things that were bothering me. By the time I got to my client, I was perfectly fine. A short drive and a good CD really does a lot to clear the head and put things in perspective. I don't want to be known as someone who complains so loudly, so incessantly that anyone and everyone can hear. It's really quite humiliating when you look back and realize that your rantings are so silly. So, my apologies.
I've been thinking a lot lately about change. Do people like it or dislike it? I think that at my age change happens frequently, perhaps without any awareness that it is happening. I feel like since I've graduated from college, I've changed a lot. I've developed a new career, I've met new people, I'm still trying to discover who I really am, who I want to be, how exactly I want myself to come across to other people. I would consider myself to be more of an extrovert now when I used to consider myself an introvert; more flexible when I used to be more stiff (not literally-I used to do more yoga than I do now); more willing to expose my character flaws when I used to hide my faults; more willing to face confrontation when I used to avoid it at all costs. I am still more of a listener than the life of the party but I've come to accept that isn't all that bad. I feel more liberal, more open-minded to anything. I've broken down everything I was taught growing up and I have re-taught it to myself, making sure that my beliefs are really what I believe in and why or why not.
I wonder if this is a part of growing up or if that just happens as people take paths in their life that develop their character even more. I feel like a different person than I used to be and I think I like it. I think that change is good. I feel as though I am blessed to have the family and friends that I do. I am lucky to have a man that I am slowly learning to change with, a man that is becoming my partner and my best friend in this new stage of our life. I have found a job that I love. I feel like I live deeper and more fully and that I am independent and capable of anything. Is that ignorance or optimism? I feel like it is just a change in me. A change that accepts life with all of its faults but that loves it anyway. I feel like I am just living the process and loving every minute of that.
Call this the cheesiest post ever, if you will. I will probably agree when I look back and read it tomorrow. But, hey, I was feeling philosophical. What can I say?
I've been thinking a lot lately about change. Do people like it or dislike it? I think that at my age change happens frequently, perhaps without any awareness that it is happening. I feel like since I've graduated from college, I've changed a lot. I've developed a new career, I've met new people, I'm still trying to discover who I really am, who I want to be, how exactly I want myself to come across to other people. I would consider myself to be more of an extrovert now when I used to consider myself an introvert; more flexible when I used to be more stiff (not literally-I used to do more yoga than I do now); more willing to expose my character flaws when I used to hide my faults; more willing to face confrontation when I used to avoid it at all costs. I am still more of a listener than the life of the party but I've come to accept that isn't all that bad. I feel more liberal, more open-minded to anything. I've broken down everything I was taught growing up and I have re-taught it to myself, making sure that my beliefs are really what I believe in and why or why not.
I wonder if this is a part of growing up or if that just happens as people take paths in their life that develop their character even more. I feel like a different person than I used to be and I think I like it. I think that change is good. I feel as though I am blessed to have the family and friends that I do. I am lucky to have a man that I am slowly learning to change with, a man that is becoming my partner and my best friend in this new stage of our life. I have found a job that I love. I feel like I live deeper and more fully and that I am independent and capable of anything. Is that ignorance or optimism? I feel like it is just a change in me. A change that accepts life with all of its faults but that loves it anyway. I feel like I am just living the process and loving every minute of that.
Call this the cheesiest post ever, if you will. I will probably agree when I look back and read it tomorrow. But, hey, I was feeling philosophical. What can I say?
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Can anyone guess what type of week I'm having by the following clues?
1) I have yet another hole in my tooth. Check out the July archives for my dentist story. I think what happened this time is one of the fillings chipped. And I've put off going to the dentist AGAIN for 3 weeks even though I have insurance now. So I've probably managed to complicated the problem.
2) My cat is compulsively losing clumps of hair...still. I found about four rats worth on the floor this morning. I have no idea what is wrong. We're scheduled to go to the vet next Tuesday.
3) A friend of mine from work can't hang out with me anymore outside of work because his girlfriend is uncomfortable with it. Apparently, it's not because of me (hello...I am married) but it's because of him and her distrust in him. Right. Because I am totally THAT girl and our relationship, of course, is anything but platonic. Come on. Kind of think it sucks though I completely understand and respect it.
4) I have two zits which really makes me pissed.
Answer anyone? I'll answer for you: Shitty.
I know everything seems so trivial in the grand scheme of bad things that can happen but sometimes the little things add up and just get to you. A grand bout of PMS complicates the problem even more. So, while I don't have cancer and no one that I love has died, the little things are just getting to me. So, I'm sorry to anyone that I'm sure has massive problems compared to my little tiny ones. I cannot comprehend the type of pain some people experience and for that I am grateful. But right now in this moment, I just want five minutes to feel sorry for myself and my little shitty week that I think I am having. I'm sure in a few hours I will be completely happy again and I will want to delete this post. And for that, I know everything is great.
2) My cat is compulsively losing clumps of hair...still. I found about four rats worth on the floor this morning. I have no idea what is wrong. We're scheduled to go to the vet next Tuesday.
3) A friend of mine from work can't hang out with me anymore outside of work because his girlfriend is uncomfortable with it. Apparently, it's not because of me (hello...I am married) but it's because of him and her distrust in him. Right. Because I am totally THAT girl and our relationship, of course, is anything but platonic. Come on. Kind of think it sucks though I completely understand and respect it.
4) I have two zits which really makes me pissed.
Answer anyone? I'll answer for you: Shitty.
I know everything seems so trivial in the grand scheme of bad things that can happen but sometimes the little things add up and just get to you. A grand bout of PMS complicates the problem even more. So, while I don't have cancer and no one that I love has died, the little things are just getting to me. So, I'm sorry to anyone that I'm sure has massive problems compared to my little tiny ones. I cannot comprehend the type of pain some people experience and for that I am grateful. But right now in this moment, I just want five minutes to feel sorry for myself and my little shitty week that I think I am having. I'm sure in a few hours I will be completely happy again and I will want to delete this post. And for that, I know everything is great.
Monday, January 09, 2006
A stolen idea
Rachel just posted this meme on her blog the other day. I struggle to come up with things to post about and this looked fun, so here you are (Thanks, Rachel!):
1. What time did you get up this morning? 5:30 a.m.
2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds
3. What was the last film you saw at the movies? Umm...I really don't remember. Tim is going to be embarrassed.
4. What is your favorite TV show? Grey's Anatomy
5. What did you have for breakfast? An orange and a ziploc bag of Kashi Heart to Heart cereal in the car on my way to work.
6. What is your middle name? Lyn (yes, with one 'n.' I'm told that's weird).
7. What is your favorite cuisine? I'm really into Greek food right now.
8. What foods do you dislike? Cows and pigs
9. What is your favorite chip flavor? I am obsessed with tortilla chips
10. What type of car do you drive? Mini Cooper Sport
11. Favorite item of clothing? I really love this blue sweater I just bought. And I'm currently in love with my new Seven jeans and I just discovered Express editor pants (I highly recommend them...they are much cheaper than BR and they look fantastic!)
12. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Europe (London, France, Switzerland, Italy, Greece, Ireland...) or Tahiti
13. What color is your bathroom? The walls are white but my decorations are sage green and ivory.
14. Favorite brand of clothing? I always love Banana Republic
15. Where would you like to retire to? I would love to have a summer house in the Colorado rockies and a winter house in Arizona, California, or Hawaii.
16. Favorite time of the day? Morning
17. What was your most memorable birthday? Probably my 18th...although I don't know why exactly that one sticks out in my memory.
18. Where were you born? In a hospital.
19. Favorite sport to watch? College basketball and professional football (specifially, I love watching the Kansas Jayhawks, North Carolina Tarheels, the Chiefs, and the LA dodgers [baseball]...just kidding. Tim probably just had a heart attack. I actually like the New York Yankees). Oh and I love watching tennis.
20. What fabric detergent do you use? Tide
21. Coke or Pepsi? Diet Coke or Dr. Pepper...remember the bubble post?
22. Are you a morning person or a night owl? Morning...I get grumpy at night sometimes.
23. What is your shoe size? 7
24. Do you have any pets? 2 cats-Berkeley and Emerson
25. What did you want to be when you were little? A doctor or interior designer
26. When is your birthday? Sometime in April.
1. What time did you get up this morning? 5:30 a.m.
2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds
3. What was the last film you saw at the movies? Umm...I really don't remember. Tim is going to be embarrassed.
4. What is your favorite TV show? Grey's Anatomy
5. What did you have for breakfast? An orange and a ziploc bag of Kashi Heart to Heart cereal in the car on my way to work.
6. What is your middle name? Lyn (yes, with one 'n.' I'm told that's weird).
7. What is your favorite cuisine? I'm really into Greek food right now.
8. What foods do you dislike? Cows and pigs
9. What is your favorite chip flavor? I am obsessed with tortilla chips
10. What type of car do you drive? Mini Cooper Sport
11. Favorite item of clothing? I really love this blue sweater I just bought. And I'm currently in love with my new Seven jeans and I just discovered Express editor pants (I highly recommend them...they are much cheaper than BR and they look fantastic!)
12. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Europe (London, France, Switzerland, Italy, Greece, Ireland...) or Tahiti
13. What color is your bathroom? The walls are white but my decorations are sage green and ivory.
14. Favorite brand of clothing? I always love Banana Republic
15. Where would you like to retire to? I would love to have a summer house in the Colorado rockies and a winter house in Arizona, California, or Hawaii.
16. Favorite time of the day? Morning
17. What was your most memorable birthday? Probably my 18th...although I don't know why exactly that one sticks out in my memory.
18. Where were you born? In a hospital.
19. Favorite sport to watch? College basketball and professional football (specifially, I love watching the Kansas Jayhawks, North Carolina Tarheels, the Chiefs, and the LA dodgers [baseball]...just kidding. Tim probably just had a heart attack. I actually like the New York Yankees). Oh and I love watching tennis.
20. What fabric detergent do you use? Tide
21. Coke or Pepsi? Diet Coke or Dr. Pepper...remember the bubble post?
22. Are you a morning person or a night owl? Morning...I get grumpy at night sometimes.
23. What is your shoe size? 7
24. Do you have any pets? 2 cats-Berkeley and Emerson
25. What did you want to be when you were little? A doctor or interior designer
26. When is your birthday? Sometime in April.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
We have pipes and front yard landscaping!
Our new house has pipes sticking out all over it. I don't really know what they are for, but I do know that it is some kind of progress. So, we're excited. We went to our landscaping appointment on Friday morning. Front yard landscaping is included in the package from our dealer but if you don't schedule the appointment and go to it, you get stuck with a standard package that is probably pretty shanty. So we went with an 'Oasis' package. Sounds fancy cool, huh? It actually just means that instead of rocks (the desert package), we'll have grass in our front yard. We will also have several colorful plants (purples, yellows, white, and red flowery plants that bloom mostly all year), a desert-ish tree, and an Evergreen Elm tree which is more like an Elm than an Evergreen. It actually changes colors and loses its leaves during this time of year so that's pretty neat. We also picked out the brick border around our grass and our color of granite rocks that we'll have. The irrigation system was included in the package which was awesome. We thought it would be a major upgrade but it wasn't. So, we're pretty excited with everything on the new home front. We'll keep everyone updated.
Weekend was great. We went to a friend's wedding in Fountain Hills. Tim's known him since he was little and we both went to Graceland with him. There were several people in town for the wedding, including Tim's parents, so it was cool to see everyone.
I don't think I've updated since forever ago. So, going back, New Year's was pretty good. It was kind of lame due to my uncontrollable urge to pass out and fall asleep. The night before New Year's, I had an inventory observation from midnight to about 2:30 p.m. I didn't sleep at all before going to the observation which could have been the first mistake I made. Tim's family was in town so we stayed up and played games, hung out. I finally got home and went to sleep at around 3 a.m. Then the next morning I got up a little before 6 a.m. to go to another observation. I had an observation that lasted from 7:30 a.m. to about 9:00 a.m. and then another one from about 9:30 a.m. to 2 p.m. I got home at about 3 p.m. and Tim and his family were golfing. Instead of taking a nap (mistake #2), since I was still feeling the affects of my Starbucks peppermint mocha I had gotten earlier in the day, I decided instead to clean my house and go on a run (mistake #3 and #4...note: do not try to convince yourself that exercise will give you energy when you are going on about 2.5 hours of sleep. It really just makes you feel like crap). So, needless to say, by the time midnight rolled around, actually by the time 10:30-11:00 rolled around, I was falling asleep in the middle of having conversations with people, literally. It was bad. So I feel extremely bad for being such a bad hostess to Tim's family but I made it to midnight while staying somewhat coherent which I was proud of. I think I was in bed and asleep though by 12:15 a.m. Perhaps on this night some shots of something would've kept me awake and made me more of the life of the party. Maybe next time.
Anyway, it was a good New Year's weekend. We went on a hike on New Year's day. Hikes are probably my favorite thing to do so I had an awesome first day of the year. January 3rd marked the official start of my busy season. I will try to post as much as possible but until about the 2nd week of May, I could be going certifiably insane and considering my life could be somewhat non-existent, I might not have much to post about.
Now, I am going to attempt to exercise. The 500 billion cookies I've eaten in the past 4 weeks are starting to show. Seriously.
OH YES! Today I went shopping and got THE BEST DEALS EVER at Banana Republic. I was extremely over excited. I got a pair of jeans for $13. Much better than the Sevens Tim just got me for Christmas for about 12 times that. I just had to buy the jeans because 1) They were actually super cute... BR jeans for $13 should not be cute...it just doesn't make logical sense. Usually if their jeans are that cheap, they would be nasty. BUT NOPE! The other deals were pretty sweet too but that topped the chart.
Oh, and to add to this random, rambling post (a result of what happens when I put off posting for a week and a half), I got Chelsea and Scott's save the date yesterday and I thought it was the cutest thing ever! Yea for them!!
Weekend was great. We went to a friend's wedding in Fountain Hills. Tim's known him since he was little and we both went to Graceland with him. There were several people in town for the wedding, including Tim's parents, so it was cool to see everyone.
I don't think I've updated since forever ago. So, going back, New Year's was pretty good. It was kind of lame due to my uncontrollable urge to pass out and fall asleep. The night before New Year's, I had an inventory observation from midnight to about 2:30 p.m. I didn't sleep at all before going to the observation which could have been the first mistake I made. Tim's family was in town so we stayed up and played games, hung out. I finally got home and went to sleep at around 3 a.m. Then the next morning I got up a little before 6 a.m. to go to another observation. I had an observation that lasted from 7:30 a.m. to about 9:00 a.m. and then another one from about 9:30 a.m. to 2 p.m. I got home at about 3 p.m. and Tim and his family were golfing. Instead of taking a nap (mistake #2), since I was still feeling the affects of my Starbucks peppermint mocha I had gotten earlier in the day, I decided instead to clean my house and go on a run (mistake #3 and #4...note: do not try to convince yourself that exercise will give you energy when you are going on about 2.5 hours of sleep. It really just makes you feel like crap). So, needless to say, by the time midnight rolled around, actually by the time 10:30-11:00 rolled around, I was falling asleep in the middle of having conversations with people, literally. It was bad. So I feel extremely bad for being such a bad hostess to Tim's family but I made it to midnight while staying somewhat coherent which I was proud of. I think I was in bed and asleep though by 12:15 a.m. Perhaps on this night some shots of something would've kept me awake and made me more of the life of the party. Maybe next time.
Anyway, it was a good New Year's weekend. We went on a hike on New Year's day. Hikes are probably my favorite thing to do so I had an awesome first day of the year. January 3rd marked the official start of my busy season. I will try to post as much as possible but until about the 2nd week of May, I could be going certifiably insane and considering my life could be somewhat non-existent, I might not have much to post about.
Now, I am going to attempt to exercise. The 500 billion cookies I've eaten in the past 4 weeks are starting to show. Seriously.
OH YES! Today I went shopping and got THE BEST DEALS EVER at Banana Republic. I was extremely over excited. I got a pair of jeans for $13. Much better than the Sevens Tim just got me for Christmas for about 12 times that. I just had to buy the jeans because 1) They were actually super cute... BR jeans for $13 should not be cute...it just doesn't make logical sense. Usually if their jeans are that cheap, they would be nasty. BUT NOPE! The other deals were pretty sweet too but that topped the chart.
Oh, and to add to this random, rambling post (a result of what happens when I put off posting for a week and a half), I got Chelsea and Scott's save the date yesterday and I thought it was the cutest thing ever! Yea for them!!
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
A crazy, crazy week almost complicated even more by a burned down house fueled by massive clumps of cat hair
When we got home Monday night, we were pleasantly surprised to find that our oldest cat, Berkeley had survived a week on her own separated from Emerson with only a 20 minute check in from one of our friends. We expected this from her since she is the best cat in the world. On the other hand, our 10-month old kitten, Emerson did not deal with the separation/lack of human contact very well. I've mentioned before that she has had obsessive compulsive tendencies in the past...with pooping, with cleaning the litter box, with cleaning herself, with cleaning around her food, you name it and she's probably obsessive about it. She's a little weird. Anyway, apparently this week her obsessive compulsive trait happened to be licking herself until all hair disappeared. We arrived home to find massive, huge clumps of hair all. over. the. room. Like so much hair we had both hands full when we picked it up. It was enough to probably create a decent sized stuffed animal. Oh, and did I mention that the end of her tail is bare? Yeah, it was bad. So, she's since returned to normal now that her separation anxiety should be gone but from all the licking that we assume she did, whenever she licks now huge clumps of hair continue to fall out. And I see them on the floor and FREAK out because it looks like a giant rat is in my house, seriously.
As we are dealing with this issue, we are simultaneously trying to put back our house so that it is somewhat presentable since my favorite aunt and uncle are in town and Tim's family comes in tomorrow. Last night we tried to unpack, organize, do laundry, do dishes, buy food, and clean up the clumps of cat hair. On top of all of this, since my work schedule is completely whacked out this week (another story entirely), tonight we are getting together with my aunt and uncle, which means the house will continue to be a wreck when Tim's family arrives and there is nothing I can do about it. Which absolutely drives me crazy. Not necessarily because I want it to be clean for them (which I do) but also because I just want it to be clean and uncluttered...for me and for my sanity.
So last night was kind of crazy since I realized that it was the only night we had to get all of the crap done. Tim stopped at the grocery store on the way home and I met him there on my way home while he was in the middle of shopping to prevent the buying of only foods like chips, oreos, ice cream, etc. We got home at approximately 7:30 and realized we were starving. We decided we would be adventurous and make some tomato pasta stuff and put a loaf of bread in the oven. The thought being that while the pasta stuff and bread were cooking, we would be doing laundry, unpacking, and doing all of the other crap. So, we started the pasta and preheatecd the oven. 10 minutes later we smell something burning. The pasta was fine so we figured no big deal...just something on the burner. 10 minutes after that, we open the oven to put the bread in, and are greeted by a huge cloud of smoke and an empty pizza box that we had rashly stuffed in there last week in attempts to clean up our house before we left for KC. We rushed it to the sink and opened all windows to get rid of the fire smell... luckily, our fire alarms are shitty (for lack of a better word that could accurately describe how horrible they are) so they didn't go off.
Needless to say, our night was compounded by this as it was likewise with the massive clumps of hair that continue to appear. Good thing that we don't have a dry heat in our house... I think that Em is trying to shed hair as the basis of a fire just to get back at us for being gone. Now that would make the week somewhat more complex, wouldn't it?
As we are dealing with this issue, we are simultaneously trying to put back our house so that it is somewhat presentable since my favorite aunt and uncle are in town and Tim's family comes in tomorrow. Last night we tried to unpack, organize, do laundry, do dishes, buy food, and clean up the clumps of cat hair. On top of all of this, since my work schedule is completely whacked out this week (another story entirely), tonight we are getting together with my aunt and uncle, which means the house will continue to be a wreck when Tim's family arrives and there is nothing I can do about it. Which absolutely drives me crazy. Not necessarily because I want it to be clean for them (which I do) but also because I just want it to be clean and uncluttered...for me and for my sanity.
So last night was kind of crazy since I realized that it was the only night we had to get all of the crap done. Tim stopped at the grocery store on the way home and I met him there on my way home while he was in the middle of shopping to prevent the buying of only foods like chips, oreos, ice cream, etc. We got home at approximately 7:30 and realized we were starving. We decided we would be adventurous and make some tomato pasta stuff and put a loaf of bread in the oven. The thought being that while the pasta stuff and bread were cooking, we would be doing laundry, unpacking, and doing all of the other crap. So, we started the pasta and preheatecd the oven. 10 minutes later we smell something burning. The pasta was fine so we figured no big deal...just something on the burner. 10 minutes after that, we open the oven to put the bread in, and are greeted by a huge cloud of smoke and an empty pizza box that we had rashly stuffed in there last week in attempts to clean up our house before we left for KC. We rushed it to the sink and opened all windows to get rid of the fire smell... luckily, our fire alarms are shitty (for lack of a better word that could accurately describe how horrible they are) so they didn't go off.
Needless to say, our night was compounded by this as it was likewise with the massive clumps of hair that continue to appear. Good thing that we don't have a dry heat in our house... I think that Em is trying to shed hair as the basis of a fire just to get back at us for being gone. Now that would make the week somewhat more complex, wouldn't it?
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