Monthly Archive for November, 2003

Today, I spent more than 8 hours doing work for Job #2. So much for a “relaxing” long weekend.

Also, I spent an hour in the morning playing dogcatcher. I’ve been known to stop what I’m doing to chase down dogs so they don’t become roadkill. I saw a skinny, stray dog run across a VERY large, busy street several times, and I really didn’t want anyone to have a new brown & white hood ornament.

Despite the fact that I had my hands on the little brown & white dog TWICE today, he was so unhappy about being handled that I dropped him for fear of being bitten and going into a rabid fit. Actually, he DID manage to (just barely) break my skin through a leather jacket. I guess it really wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but I couldn’t stand the thought of letting him run around until he got run over.

The funny thing is that after I let the first one go (the lady whose yard I chased the dog into called animal control after he’d wriggled through a hole in the fence and already taken off down the street), I saw ANOTHER dog (a Chow with a collar) running across the same big, giant street and down the same residential street as the little brown & white one.

Since I saw the truck from the pound heading over, I stopped to give the animal control lady a quick report of the two dogs & went on my way, set back one hour in every task I had to do today.

What a way to start the day.

Why do I do this to myself every year? Arrrgh!

And now my mom is on my case about my weight and her weight and GAH!

LEAVE ME ALONE!

IT’S THANKSGIVING! It’s 3am! We are supposed to be sleeping, not worrying about the 1328023874183274 calories ingested in one evening!

I’m *supposed* to stuff my face with all the nummy food my auntie and uncle prepared… turkey and steak (filet mignon) and mashed potatoes and stuffing and gravy and corn on the cob and green beans and garlic bread and a teeny weeny bit of cranberry sauce and a piece of Marie Callendar’s pumpkin pie with real whip cream with a scoop of Dreyer’s Apple Pie Ice Cream!

Despite the fact that they were topped with little marshmallows, I did pass on the yams, though. Ooh, a lot of self-control needed on that one!

[yams/sweet potatoes are on my short list of 3 foods I absolutely, positively hate to eat.]

I just have stayed up all night working for Job #2. And they won’t even appreciate it.

It is now way past 5:00 am!!!

My alarm clock is about to go off for when I usually wake up to go to work.

Grrrr…

I’m still giddy from the awesome birthday I had.

And don’t forget, I’m not done celebrating yet!

It seems so appropriate that I am working all day on my birthday.

I’m not complaining though, since I’ve been celebrating since Friday night & plan on continuing to celebrate through the long weekend.

I’m so happy that I got to spend time with three of my very favorite people in the world over the past weekend and realize that I have a lot to be grateful for. AND, I received some really incredible gifts! (Truth is, ANY gift is actually quite a surprise for me!)

I walked into my office today to find that my co-workers had decorated it with balloons and ribbons. You can’t see them in the picture, but they decorated my desk with small purple balloons (says co-worker K: “side note: the little purple balloons remind me of eggplants.”). Balloons are on the walls, tied to the tree, taped along the front of my desk… ribbons are tied to my phone, my chair, the handles to the drawers on my desk… it is all so sweet and thoughtful! And BossMan, who is a wine collector, left me a bottle of Merlot for “later this week.” (Glad he clarified that. We were talking about popping it open first thing.)

I thought I’d pop in and post this quickly to say thanks to everyone who has called, emailed, sent cards/gifts wishing me a happy birthday.

So far, this has been a great one.

So this is one of the catalogs that ended up in my mailbox today. Pretty appropriate since I just got back from Vegas.

Like Genevieve (and her Grey Poupon), I am a fan of mustard… but this is a bit over the top. The Mount Horeb Mustard Museum? Mustard Bath & Rub?

Someone’s a bit too obsessed with mustard, me thinks.

Also, I think that Poupon U. sounds like something associated more with Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog than with an innocent condiment.

But that’s just me.

Nice Pep Rally Chant, though…
Continue reading ‘You MUST(ard) be kidding me!’

I was wrong when I said that I was done with weddings for the year. It seems as though Wedding Season has now been extended to the end of the year, as I’ve been invited to two more from now until the end of the year.

This weekend, my cousin and his bride will be getting married at the Bellagio. So we are road-trippin’ across the desert and headed to Sin City. Speaking of Sin City, I hope to see Krix while we’re out there, so I’m hoping it all works out.

Unfortunately, I will not be able to go to the wedding in December, due to a scheduling conflict. I’m actually really disappointed about this one because our friends R & L are having their commitment ceremony. For as many weddings I’ve been to, as many gay & lesbian friends I have, I’ve never been to a commitment ceremony & I’m mad that I have to miss this one.

Then again, until it’s legal for gay & lesbians to get married & have the same rights as everyone else, I don’t know that I’ll see too many of my same-sex couple friends having ceremonies. Here’s hoping California takes a step in the same direction that Massachusetts did this week. Meredith provides a great breakdown of what’s happening in MA. A paper that she co-wrote is also to be distributed to Massachusetts House, Senate, and the Boston City Council. That’s so kick ass.

Yes, we actually completed the puzzle this past weekend, but I was too lazy to take a picture until Wednesday night. And I didn’t bother to post about it until today.

Here is our completed Eggplant Puzzle… unfortunately, we don’t know what to do with it now…

This is a follow up to the earlier entry: Why I am not a model and why she is.

Here is more photographic proof of this:

Thanks to Genevieve for providing the photo of her fridge.

To be fair, even though it looks like the closest thing to food in her fridge is a jar of Grey Poupon Mustard, you should know that I was responsible for filling up her fridge with Diet Pepsi and Sugar Free Red Bull as a result of a crazed Costco run. She also has frozen vegetarian food in her freezer.

And yes, she eats out, a lot!

I just got my flu shot today.

My entire arm is sore.

Owwww.

I’ve had that birthday countdown thingie on my right sidebar for so long, I’d forgotten about it.

But I was reminded yesterday that my birthday was a week away.

A few months ago, I had all these grand plans of having a big birthday party with friends (instead of only family), but it won’t be happening. I’m still recovering from all the crazy hours of work and the stress of the last couple of months and just don’t have the time or energy into putting a party together for myself.

Besides, as any Christmas baby can tell you, it sucks to have your birthday be close to a major holiday. Most of my friends are already in “holiday mode” and their schedules are so booked that I probably won’t see them until January, anyway.

I am grateful that I always get to see my family for my birthday at Thanksgiving, but I’ve got to say that it’s kind of lame to have someone stick a candle into the pumpkin pie and call it the “birthday pie.” There have been years where my aunt and uncle went out of their way to buy a birthday cake, and they even apologize on the years they don’t. But I guess all that matters is that everyone is gathered around and wishing you well. (I could do without the bad singing, clapping, and then repeat in Chinese, though.) And it’s not like there’s not already enough food to go around at Thanksgiving that anyone misses having an extra slice of cake.

The worst was the year that my aunt was trying to find paper plates for the pie & the only thing she had were leftover “Happy Birthday” plates from my cousin’s party in May. When my other aunt saw them she started laughing, “Ha ha! It’s Thanksgiving, not anyone’s birthday!”

And I was like, “Um, excuse me, yeah it is… it’s mine & you all sing happy birthday to me every year at Thanksgiving.” At first she thought I was joking but when she realized I wasn’t, she was really embarrassed and went into the other room to stuff a red envelope with some cash… so it wasn’t all bad.

I definitely get gypped on the presents, though. I guess when your birthday is a month away from Christmas, people think it’s ok to combine gifts. That’s ok. The things I want most in my life are not things that people can buy me, anyway.

I’m not going to be happy about hearing about how my Hunny’s tummy hurts from the Taco Bell.