Thursday, April 30, 2009

"Groove Is In The Heart" is my generic cell ringer.
Every time it pops up on my mp3 player, I have the urge to pick up my phone. Weird.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I've got that urge...

I have an appointment this afternoon to cut all my hair off.
I was inspired by the cute cut on some random chick in an eHarmony commercial I saw last night (that now I can't find a pic of, dammit).
Is that pathetic, or does it just mean I am easily motivated?

Sunday, April 26, 2009

More Fun While I'm The Only One Up

Q: Where is the cats' favorite place to sleep?

A: Snuggled up against J's business.
My favorite part of the week is Sunday morning, before J gets up, drinking coffee and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, reading Postsecret and enjoying the quiet and lazy.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

As promised, I am partaking in my preferred pasttime of drunken Scrabble.
I am also eating dinner at the computer, as J is not home from class yet.
My piece of garlic toast (to go along with my scrumptious dinner of Crockpot chicken, hashbrown casserole, and carrots - who said a drunk wife had to be a bad wife?), uh, missed my mouth, and ended up in the floor of the office. Five second rule! When I picked it up, it had a fair amount of cat fur on it. Hmmm....I should really vacuum in here more often.

But I still cleaned it off and ate it. Tasty!
Today has been one of those that make me want to walk around punching people in the face.

I am going home to enjoy some drunken Scrabble. Let it not be said that I don't know how to live dangerously.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

I'm It!

*UPDATE* - I don't know WTF is going on with my blog layout, if you're reading this the old-fashioned way.
If you're viewing in Google Reader, you should be able to see the links now (sorry, Tricia!).

It is Saturday night, and instead of being in Austin as planned, I am at home listening to Pandora and playing Scrabble. Ho hum.

So I welcome the chance to fill half an hour until I will allow myself to laze in bed (Thanks, Amanda!)

The rules:
1. Respond and rework. Answer the questions on your blog, replace one question you dislike with a question of your own invention; add a question of your own.
2. Tag eight other un-tagged people.

Why do you blog?
I started a friends-only Livejournal a couple of years ago out of boredom (I was in a position at the time where I had a LOT of free time to fill) - to keep up with friends and share stories. I started this one out of...I don't know, curiosity I guess, to see who would want to read me. Apparently, it's mostly people that want to read about public bralessness (OMG, HERE COMES THE ONSLAUGHT OF GOOGLE HITS).

Good fika place?
Confession: I have never heard the term "fika" before and had to look it up. Wikipedia tells me it is "a social institution in Sweden; it means having a coffee with one's colleagues, friends, date, or family." You learn something new every day.
Unfortunately, I don't have a circle of what I'd consider close friends around here anymore, but on the occasions I am able to spend time shooting the breeze with my homies, I find a kitchen table and a bottle of wine is the best. Does that count?

Do you nap a lot?
I would love to nap more, but unfortunately I'm not a very nap-y person. When the sun is up, I am awake - it takes me a LONG time to fall asleep during the day. And then, it must be for at least 2 hours or I am very cranky - I do not fuck around when it comes to naptime.

Who was the last person you hugged?
J, and I squeezed his ass for good measure. If you were hugging him, you'd find it hard to resist, too.

If you were a tree, what tree would you be?
Dude, I am totally not in a place right now where I can answer this kind of touchy-feely kind of question. I'm going to use my Get Out Of Jail Free card and change this question to:

Why is there a ladder in the office?

Answer: I don't know, but how fucking cute is my cat? My little monkey.

Have you ever had an altercation with the police?
No. I am too much of an obedient firstborn to defy authoity figures.

What was the last thing you bought?
Groceries earlier tonight. MOST. BORING. WEEKEND. EVER.

What are you listening to right now?
J is in the other room, Wii boxing and occasionally cursing. Pandora is playing Yesterday, and I'm singing harmony. I sound fucking awesome.

What is your favorite weather?
I like October - the air is cool and crisp, smells clean; it is no longer 100 degrees outside.

What’s on your bedside table?
Top shelf: Four different kinds of lip balm (literally). Tylenol PM, dish with my jewelry, Itty Bitty Book Light, a coaster, alarm clock.
Middle shelf: A 4-drawer organizer with all manner of junk in it.
Bottom shelf: A basket with back issues of Bitch.

Say something to the person/s who tagged you.
Amanda, I am in total admiration of your dedication in preparing for your run. If I had but a thimbleful of your self-motivation, I could totally come up with a solution for global warming. Or at least clean out my closet. You rock my socks.

If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be?
On the lake in Austin.

Favorite vacation spot?

Name the things you can’t live without: Burt's Bees Lip Balm. Flops. Bumble & Bumble hair serum. My wedding ring.

What would you like to have in your hands right now?
My missing kitties.

What is your favorite tea flavor?
Sweet and cold (no lemon). I'm pretty Southern that way.

What would you like to get rid of? J has a hideous plaster, psychadelically painted, Elvis head. Yes, you read that right; behold:

I know, as soon as I saw it, I should have run in the opposite direction. (But have I mentioned the squeezability of his ass?). I apologize if it gives you nightmares. It's starting to crumble (see, even the elements think it's hideous!!!) If this were to disappear in such a manner that would not arouse J's suspicion, I would be so happy I'd make the world (or at least the responsible party) homemade chocolate chip pecan cookies.

If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? Wherever Jamie is, just to see her and chat.

What did you want to become as a child?
For a long time, I wanted to be a teacher.
I have immense respect for teachers, but I don't know (at least at this point in my life) that it's something I am cut out for. I am not a very patient person.

What do you like better, e-mail or telephone calls?
E-mail, because I can save and re-read.

What do you do when you get time alone?
Drink wine and play Scrabble, listen to music and sing along (loudly).
Okay, my chickens - your turn:

Don't make me send you to the mush pot.

Friday, April 17, 2009


High-five, Sarah Haskins - you had me lauching/choking on my leftover takeout.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

It has been a very stressful day.
Trying to hold one's shit together is hard work - I am ready for a drink and a nap.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Blaring some Journey, whose harmony I sing...

It’s only Tuesday, and already it has been a shitty week.
Luckily, it’s a short one for me, as we will be heading to Austin this Thursday night for a long weekend.

Having watched, and been inspired by, The Sound Of Music this weekend, and needing something to get me through the next 2 days, I will share with you a few of my favorite things.


Second-day jeans with my Converse and t-shirt
Cute brand new shoes when they don’t make my feet hurt
Hearing a band and the crowd starts to sing
These are a few of my favorite things

Drunken board game nights with Christopher and Jamie
Taking up bets, and then C has to pay me
When J says he loves me the most when I’m mean
These are a few of my favorite things!

When the day sucks
Have to work late
When the traffic’s bad
I simply remember my favorite things,
So baaaaaaaaaad!

Monday, April 13, 2009

It is unbearable to deal with someone you know thinks you are a whiny idiot.

Taking a step back, it's comical to think of all the "You stupid girl"/"You fucking douchebag" thoughts that were flying pointedly through the air during our 10-minute meeting.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

On Tuesday night, our cat Fred was yowling and crying in pain - he couldn't use his left back leg.
On Wednesday, I spent all day (and $200+) with him, trying to get him in to see a vet. We found out he will need surgery to repair a deteriorating hip joint.
On Thursday morning, after I'd lectured J about keeping him inside, on my watch, he snuck outside.
He has been gone ever since.
And I am devastated.

Friday, April 10, 2009

I am soooooo over April (the month).

Thursday, April 9, 2009

The work I do helps make this possible - and that is awesome.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Be a geek like me and follow astronaut Mike Massimino on Twitter.
Space nerds unite!

Monday, April 6, 2009

I am in an awful mood today.

Would it be bad form to walk around wearing a shirt reading, “I’m in a bad mood – don’t talk to me”? It’s not that I intend to be bitchy (much) – I’m just trying to save myself and everyone else aggravation and/or a lost limb.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Some coworkers and I met up after work yesterday to drink beer, eat chips and queso, and play Rock Band. Can I just say that I have found my new purpose in life? I was awesome. I should play buzzed more often.

When I’ve played before, I’ve always sucked and been delegated to singer, which I totally rule at. But last night I was forced to share the mic, and so I tried drums and guitar again, and some kind of magic happened, and I was actually pretty good.

So on the way home last night, I was still in the Spirit of Rock, and was listening to each song on my mp3 with Rock Band potential in mind. Black Betty by Ram Jam came on, and I was nearly overcome by the awesome mental images of myself wailing on the drums on this one.

This is an awesome song anyway – I always picture that scene from Blow, with Johnny Depp strutting through the airport with a suitcase full of drug money.

May your weekend be filled with strut-worthy rock and roll.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

I did something this morning that I never, ever thought I would do.

I bought a pair of Crocs.
More specifically, off-brand drugstore Crocs.

I should note that this purchase was under duress – the “30% of scattered showers” forecast from last night turned into “monsoon conditions” this morning. Dear Weather Dude, You suck ass. Love, Gin.

The 200 yards of uncovered, flood-prone parking lot I have to navigate through each morning, and the fact that I’d left my umbrella at work made an emergency stop at CVS this morning totally necessary. (Also, Dear CVS Dude, When a wet and bedraggled woman comes into your store out of the pouring rain asking where the umbrellas are, that is not the time to make a joke, unless you want said umbrella shoved up your ass. Love, Gin)(Check me out with all those obnoxious mental You Suck letters.) There are few things I hate more than squidgy, wet socks – I’d rather wade through ditch water and discreetly wash my feet in the bathroom than wear wet, then damp, then stiffly-dried-to-my-hairy-legs socks all day.

Anyway, so this morning found me under horrid fluorescent lighting, listening to the musical stylings of Michael McDonald, purchasing the most piece-of-crap-13-effing-dollar umbrella and sad plastic shoes.


Wednesday, April 1, 2009

If numerous clearly visible signs, nearly a mile’s worth of orange construction barrels, and the giant flashing LEFT LANE CLOSED AHEAD – MERGE RIGHT aren’t enough notice for you to GET INTO THE RIGHT FUCKING LANE, do not expect me to let your stupid, speed-along-the-side-and-try-to-get-over-at-the-last-possible-second ass over in front of me. Do not get pissed off and give me the finger and tailgate me until you have the opening to gun it and speed around me, only to have me CATCH BACK UP WITH YOU at the next light. Under those circumstances, I wouldn’t even let my grandmother merge in front of me – not that that would ever happen, since she’s not an ASSHOLE.

There is a special kind of hell reserved for you, full of narrow, unpassable, single-lane roads filled with old people in Lincoln Town Cars going 20 mph, their turn signals blinking “Fuck. You. Fuck. You.” May you rot there forever, the veins in your head never quite bursting in release to allow the end of your suffering.


We bought a new microwave last night, after finally overcoming our denial of the slow, painful death of our old one. I finally got sick of banging, unplugging and replugging, and shouting expletives.

I have never been so excited over the purchase of a household appliance.

It's so pretty and stainless, shiny and new and FUNCTIONAL. It is still in the back of my car - J crashed on the couch and didn't unload it last night. I may go out at lunchtime and bask in the New Microwave smell.