What would I do with five million dollars?
· Pay off everyone we owe – the last teeny bit of credit card debt, my student loans, and the house
· Take care of our families – pay off our parents’ mortgages, give each of our siblings a tidy sum, start college funds for our niece and nephew (present and future), and our future children
· Build our dream house just outside Austin, and retire there
What would I do with five thousand dollars?
· Pay off the last of the credit card debt, put a chunk towards my student loans
· Fly to visit Jamie
· Let J buy that pile-of-junk project car he’s been bugging me about
What would I do with five hundred dollars?
· Buy a new chocolate brown ottoman
· Replace the windshield on my car
· Go out to dinner
What would I do with five bucks?
· Buy some Reese’s Pieces
· Buy a Coke
· Spend the rest on scratch-offs, and hope for one of the above
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
TMI, and Other Stuff
A very strange thing happened yesterday.
I got my period, making it the first time in nearly 10 years that my body has ovulated and menstruated without hormonal prodding or intervention via The Pill or other assorted drugs. I was shocked, to the point where I kind of forgot what to do. Wait, what did that pamphlet from 6th grade Girls Health Assembly say? Tell the nurse? Stock up on Midol? (To this day, I associate the work “pamphlet” with maxi pads. Weird.)
So the first thing I did, after taking care of business, was text my bf Jamie – “OMG, I think I got my period”, to which her response was “I’ve never been so happy about a period’s arrival!!!!”. J was pleased but unruffled – perhaps a little disappointed, since we were planning on having The Sex last night, and I am not a fan of period sex. Sorry dude – try again in 3-5 days.
And so I’m wishing, hoping, thinking, praying (I’ve been dying to link to that, just for an excuse to watch it again) that things regulate so hopefully we can continue with the babymaking this fall without the hormones mess again. So after further confirmation this morning that Yes, Aunt Flo Has Really Arrived, my ovaries got a pep talk. Come on girls, you can do it! I believe in you! Keep squeezing out those eggs!
I realize that many of you may not care about my menses, and I’m not asking you to – just be happy that I am happy, and leave it at that. :)
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I was up here at work most of the day on Saturday, and got so much done, and was so relieved because of it, that I skipped down the (empty) halls as I left. Either I’m not skip-worthy happy nearly enough, or I am old and out of shape, because that shit was tiring. I am choosing to believe that it’s because I’m just jaded and down-trodden. Because that’s somehow preferable to admitting that I’m a lardass.
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I’ve had this in my head for the past, like, 2 weeks – here, now it’s yours too.
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I got my period, making it the first time in nearly 10 years that my body has ovulated and menstruated without hormonal prodding or intervention via The Pill or other assorted drugs. I was shocked, to the point where I kind of forgot what to do. Wait, what did that pamphlet from 6th grade Girls Health Assembly say? Tell the nurse? Stock up on Midol? (To this day, I associate the work “pamphlet” with maxi pads. Weird.)
So the first thing I did, after taking care of business, was text my bf Jamie – “OMG, I think I got my period”, to which her response was “I’ve never been so happy about a period’s arrival!!!!”. J was pleased but unruffled – perhaps a little disappointed, since we were planning on having The Sex last night, and I am not a fan of period sex. Sorry dude – try again in 3-5 days.
And so I’m wishing, hoping, thinking, praying (I’ve been dying to link to that, just for an excuse to watch it again) that things regulate so hopefully we can continue with the babymaking this fall without the hormones mess again. So after further confirmation this morning that Yes, Aunt Flo Has Really Arrived, my ovaries got a pep talk. Come on girls, you can do it! I believe in you! Keep squeezing out those eggs!
I realize that many of you may not care about my menses, and I’m not asking you to – just be happy that I am happy, and leave it at that. :)
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I was up here at work most of the day on Saturday, and got so much done, and was so relieved because of it, that I skipped down the (empty) halls as I left. Either I’m not skip-worthy happy nearly enough, or I am old and out of shape, because that shit was tiring. I am choosing to believe that it’s because I’m just jaded and down-trodden. Because that’s somehow preferable to admitting that I’m a lardass.
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I’ve had this in my head for the past, like, 2 weeks – here, now it’s yours too.
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Thursday, June 5, 2008
To Close The Day...
Why do I keep checking blogs I don't like because I find their content sometimes mildly offensive, and not in the "challenging my perceptions" way, but in the "totally ignorant" way? Hmmmm....
I had a guy from Japan email me and call me [My real name]-san. It totally gave me a warm fuzzy. It doesn't take much these days, and that either means that I am mellowing to the point where I'm seeing the good and lovely in the small things, or that I am incredibly desparate for approval. I'm thinking it's the latter.
That is all. Yay, Friday Eve!
I had a guy from Japan email me and call me [My real name]-san. It totally gave me a warm fuzzy. It doesn't take much these days, and that either means that I am mellowing to the point where I'm seeing the good and lovely in the small things, or that I am incredibly desparate for approval. I'm thinking it's the latter.
That is all. Yay, Friday Eve!
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
So earlier this morning, I got a phone call from a guy I work with – he asked me to cancel his training scheduled for this afternoon, as he had a DOG emergency he had to attend to. I was all, “Sure, no problem!”, but I was thinking, “What the hell is D.O.G.? He can’t mean the only D.O.G. I know. Another fucking acronym I’m supposed to memorize and understand. [grumble grumble grumble]”. Then he continues, “Yeah, I’ve had him for ten years – he wasn’t himself this morning, so I came back home to check on him, and now he can’t walk, so I’m going to take him to the emergency vet clinic.” And then I felt like a dumbass: One, for not realizing that he meant DOG as in a canine companion, and not another one of the endless list of acronyms I use on a daily basis; Two, for mentally griping when history shows that I am a big wussy sucker over my own pets.
I’m sorry, Doug – please go take care of your puppy. Give him a good belly rub from me, and tell him I said “Who’s a good boy? Yes, him’s a goooood booooy…”
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I have ten things on my To-Do List for the rest of this week, over half of which are odious, several-monotonous-hours-worth of crap that I’ve been putting off, because I just couldn’t deal. And I still Can’t Deal. Most of the time it’s for the better that I work in an open, 6-person cubicle – guilt keeps me busy (or at least busy-looking, like right now as I’m typing this post). But there are times when I need to focus and buckle down and Get Some Shit Done, but my little squirrel brain keeps getting distracted – “Hey, cookies next door! And wait, is that thunder? Better check the radar online, or look out the window to see if it’s getting dark. The windows at home need to be cleaned – wait, make a list of Things To Do this weekend. Oh wait, we should hang out with M and E this weekend – email her and see what they’re doing Friday night. Oh wait, I was supposed to email that guy about that meeting on Friday. Oh wait, Friday – I’ve go to leave early for a doctor’s appointment – shit, I should call and reconfirm that. Oh damn, I think my new insurance card is somewhere in that pile of mail at home. I need to organize that when I get home tonight. Wait, what am I gonna cook for dinner? I should stop at the store on the way home. Hmmm, what else do we need? Eggs…bread…milk…”, and on and on and on and OH MY GOD BRAIN PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP. See, now I’ve wasted 3 more minutes describing to you my minute-by-minute though process for a typical workday.
Sometimes I honestly think I’ve got mild ADD or something. I clean my house following the same logic as above – I have at least 3 or 4 different chores going at the same time. I’ll start some towels in the washer, I’ll spray the tub with cleaner and let it soak, I’m loading the dishwasher, I’m sorting laundry – a little bit more each time I pass through the bedroom. I need to find a Bad Doctor to get me some Ritalin or something.
Adderrall is the only substance I’ve ever taken that was not prescribed to me. And get this, it was when I was in college, to study for a final exam. La-da-dee-da-dee, Gin likes to party!
It’s now 4 o’clock, and I will tackle the two quickest and easiest tasks on my list, so I can leave soon and feel like I have actually gotten something accomplished, and give myself a gold star for the day.
Oh, and one more thing - remember how I was all feeling guilty about going, like, a week not posting here, or something? Well, I checked my personal blog, and realized that it was coming up on an ENTIRE MONTH that I hadn't posted. And that made me feel like shit, because although you all are lovely, my other blog is for my very close friends, and I'd totally been ignoring them. So you should feel the Post Love. Or something.
I’m sorry, Doug – please go take care of your puppy. Give him a good belly rub from me, and tell him I said “Who’s a good boy? Yes, him’s a goooood booooy…”
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I have ten things on my To-Do List for the rest of this week, over half of which are odious, several-monotonous-hours-worth of crap that I’ve been putting off, because I just couldn’t deal. And I still Can’t Deal. Most of the time it’s for the better that I work in an open, 6-person cubicle – guilt keeps me busy (or at least busy-looking, like right now as I’m typing this post). But there are times when I need to focus and buckle down and Get Some Shit Done, but my little squirrel brain keeps getting distracted – “Hey, cookies next door! And wait, is that thunder? Better check the radar online, or look out the window to see if it’s getting dark. The windows at home need to be cleaned – wait, make a list of Things To Do this weekend. Oh wait, we should hang out with M and E this weekend – email her and see what they’re doing Friday night. Oh wait, I was supposed to email that guy about that meeting on Friday. Oh wait, Friday – I’ve go to leave early for a doctor’s appointment – shit, I should call and reconfirm that. Oh damn, I think my new insurance card is somewhere in that pile of mail at home. I need to organize that when I get home tonight. Wait, what am I gonna cook for dinner? I should stop at the store on the way home. Hmmm, what else do we need? Eggs…bread…milk…”, and on and on and on and OH MY GOD BRAIN PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP. See, now I’ve wasted 3 more minutes describing to you my minute-by-minute though process for a typical workday.
Sometimes I honestly think I’ve got mild ADD or something. I clean my house following the same logic as above – I have at least 3 or 4 different chores going at the same time. I’ll start some towels in the washer, I’ll spray the tub with cleaner and let it soak, I’m loading the dishwasher, I’m sorting laundry – a little bit more each time I pass through the bedroom. I need to find a Bad Doctor to get me some Ritalin or something.
Adderrall is the only substance I’ve ever taken that was not prescribed to me. And get this, it was when I was in college, to study for a final exam. La-da-dee-da-dee, Gin likes to party!
It’s now 4 o’clock, and I will tackle the two quickest and easiest tasks on my list, so I can leave soon and feel like I have actually gotten something accomplished, and give myself a gold star for the day.
Oh, and one more thing - remember how I was all feeling guilty about going, like, a week not posting here, or something? Well, I checked my personal blog, and realized that it was coming up on an ENTIRE MONTH that I hadn't posted. And that made me feel like shit, because although you all are lovely, my other blog is for my very close friends, and I'd totally been ignoring them. So you should feel the Post Love. Or something.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Emails and voicemails and meetings, oh my! 
This morning I was greeted by 70+ real, Oh-God-Please-Take-Care-Of-This-Right-Away emails, half a dozen voicemails, a stack of papers on my chair, and three meetings to prepare for tomorrow after ONE SINGLE DAY out of the office. Damn.
We drove to Mississippi on Friday, came back yesterday, and the short time we were there I was busy, and stayed up late visiting with cousins and family I hadn't seen in years. Between the running around and the driving and the heat and only getting 5 hours of sleep each night in a strange bed, plus granting my husband some perfunctory married sex last night, I am totally exhausted. I am priming myself with a giant coffee with two extra shots of espresso, and sooooo much looking forward to collapsing into bed as soon as I get home sometime tonight.
Bear with me as I struggle to keep my head above water the next few days - maybe by Wednesday my brain will not have shriveled up like a raisin, and I will have something fun to talk about.
Happy Monday, my pretties!
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