31 January 2011

Oh hi, snow. I remember you.

It seems like ages since we had a snow emergency. In fact, it's only been about a month. Given the number we had earlier on in the winter, though, it does seem like it's been quite some time. And sure, we're getting several inches, but calling it "storm central?" That seems like a bit much. You'd think there'd be something else to sensationalize, but I guess this is easy.


My commutes took maybe 20 minutes longer total (to and from work). The bus was on time tonight. Doesn't seem too stormy to me.

Despite the "storm," I managed to head out to see W&J's new house and have some dinner and drinks with W at The Bulldog. It's always lovely to have some girl time. Come to think of it, this is my second Monday night in a row having dinner out with one of my lady friends. Yay!

I had the special burger -- with Brie, tomato jam and pickled red onions. But my very first bite was all pepper. It was very weird. There were a couple of additional peppery bites, but nothing like that first. There were some clearly unseasoned bites, as well. That made me figure that it was a mixing issue. Either way, it was a lovely evening.

Now I can go back to freaking out about my performance review tomorrow. It's in the late afternoon, which makes everything so much more awesome.

30 January 2011

This is not working out in my favor.

Yesterday, my sister and I went in for our bridesmaid dress fittings. My mom had said she would pay for our alterations, so score. I ended up deciding to go with shoes I already had, so that was also going to save me some money. Yay!

Except, once I got my dress on with the shoes (no easy task, mind you, as I was wearing my god-awful bra and the dress is all foofy), it was clear that I couldn't wear those shoes. My sister said the dress looked borderline tea-length. Awesome!

So, now I have to buy shoes. I hate buying shoes. Finding a pair of flats that will fit me correctly is going to be a nightmare. I have really narrow heels, so regular shoes tend to not stay on in the back. I find something with an ankle strap usually works much better. But whatever. I ordered a crazy, red, sequined pair from Zappos. Hopefully those will work and I'll be done with this thing, anyway.

Now it's on to figuring out my makeup. Hair was kind of decided at my appointment on Friday, as were my nails. Or, at least I thought I had my nails figured out. However, my sister and aunts were being so ridiculous about the positively horrific idea that I was considering black nail polish that I've scrapped the funky silver I tried out and I will be wearing black. One of my aunts said, "Black? Are you going to wear black lipstick, too?" The word "goth" was thrown around a few times, too.

Honest to fucking Christ. Do these people not know that black nail polish is actually fashionable and hip now? I no longer have to buy it at Hot Topic or opt for Wet 'n' Wild. OPI makes a black polish, for fuck's sake. Besides, this glittery silver is the lightest shade of nail polish I've worn in probably 15 years. I don't do anything but dark shades -- usually so dark people sometimes think it's black.

With that decided, I think I'll have to make a visit to the MAC store to get some new makeup. I mean I have what I need to do a smokey eye and neutral lip, but what if there's something out there that would be better? I CAN'T NOT KNOW.

I had more to write, but I have laundry to which I need to attend, pumpkin bread in the oven and a shower to take. I should probably attend to those things. A new work week is approaching. Unfortunately, the only thing waiting for me at the end is a weekend without The Boy I Currently Like and a bachelorette party. Sweet, merciful crap.

27 January 2011

If you want to do some shopping on Saturday ...

I stopped in to Belle Weather today to buy a shower gift for SILTB and found out she is having a Grand Opening on Saturday.

There will be treats and wine. June, which is next door, is having an open house and Twin Town Guitars is having a sale, too.

I've wanted to go into June for a while, despite the fact that I can neither afford nor wear designer clothes, resale or not. However, I worked with the owner at the Minnesota Daily back in the day, and I'd like to say hi.

Now that I go to June's site, I see El Meson and Crema are getting in on the action, too. I gotta say, my neighborhood is rocking both to the north and the south. Though, I must admit, I've yet to visit El Meson and Crema. I've wanted to visit both for ages, though (as long as I've lived here, I guess).

This was just the thing I needed to get a renewed love for my 'hood. I'm hoping I have some time Saturday when I get back to town to pop in for a visit. I've been to Belle Weather three times since it opened two months ago. Tonight, I bought an apron for SILTB. I found out that the shop owner's mom made it from an irregular prom dress. When I bought a bracelet for my aunt last month, she told me her sister made it. She's got some neat shit, y'all.

I'm really glad I can shop local, and shop awesome.

25 January 2011

I don't think that's how it works.

Just finished watching Rep. Paul Ryan (R-WI) give the Republican response to the State of the Union address.

He tells me that my insurance premium went up this year because of health care reform. However, my insurance premiums have increased every year I've ever paid for insurance (oh, the days where my employer paid it at 100 percent ... I heart you, nonprofit sector).

So, Rep. Ryan, why on Earth would my insurance premiums have been increasing for, oh ... 14 years now? Sure, I had full employer-paid insurance some of those years, but when I went back to contributing, my premiums had increased.

But there wasn't health care reform until this year. And quite frankly, there's barely any of it starting now. Why would my premiums increase without health care reform?

Oh, that's right. Because insurance companies have but one mission -- make shitloads of money. I mean, people like Bill McGuire can't survive on a a mere $124.8 million. Poor guy had to backdate stock options just to get by. How terribly fucking awful for him.

24 January 2011

So close.

Actually, the score was closer than the game really was. The Wolves just couldn't stop the Rockets. Still, KayGee and I had a blast. I got to yell at the Rockets (I hate that fucking Shane Battier SO MUCH). We had really awesome seats. Who knew $40 seats (which we got for $25) would be so good?

I really now want to go to the game on Wednesday, where I could get the same-ish seats for the same price, but I've not been able to find anyone to go with me. Oh well. I'll keep my eyes open in the future

B-Easy

The woman sitting in front of us had binoculars. KayGee and I couldn't believe how close we were. She was older, but it still seemed like a bit much.

Darko.

KLOVE!

Second half warm-ups.

Tipoff.

23 January 2011

This week will be better. I can feel it in my bones.

I figure if I keep telling myself that, it will be true. My week was still shitty through yesterday. It really seems unfair that a shitty week doesn't stop at the end of the work day on Friday. It just ain't right.

Yesterday wasn't a total wash. Things started looking up when I got to The Boy I Currently Like's house. We had some dinner, watched the Gophers beat Michigan in Ann Arbor (okay, we listened to the last five minutes or so) and then headed back to Minneapolis for an engagement party for Sweetness and Mike. I'm so excited for them. I'm also thrilled that The Boy went with me. He's now met all of my friends from that group. It took a long-ass time, but at least they know he's real now.

One of the best things about the engagement party is that there were two dogs at the house -- an Irish Setter and a Black Lab. Oh my God. I was in love. Quite honestly, I wish I'd been able to just hide somewhere and pet the dogs for a half hour or so. It was not to be, though. They were a little spazzy with so many people around. Also, I totally was not laughing while watching the Irish Setter steal cheese from the cheese plate.

The Boy and I stayed up way too late, but I honestly have no idea when we went to bed. We were getting there, and then we tuned into the Australian Open and caught the women's match between Francesca Schiavone and Svetlana Kuznetzova, which just happens to have been the longest women's major match in the open era. I think we came in with the score some where around 11-11 in the third set. It was pretty cool to see. I was definitely pulling for Schiavone toward the end. Maybe I just wanted to go to bed, but I did get a touch of the chills when it was finally over.

So now it's Sunday. My laundry is done (though, I have to make my bed and fold my clothes). My bum is healing. Most of the swelling is down, save for the Impact Zone. The bruising has spread like crazy, though. It's horrible; so horrible, in fact, that I made The Boy leave the room before I would take off my jeans to go to bed. I didn't want him to see it. I just couldn't deal with whatever his reaction might have been. It's going to be ages before I change at the gym, too.

But it is healing. That's what is important. I was also inspired to cook something for lunch this week. Last week, I couldn't think of a damn thing, so I ended up eating sandwiches all week. Granted, they were awfully tasty sandwiches. However, I think there's something really centering about my Sunday night cooking. It signals the end of the weekend and gets me in the mindset for work the following day. Or something. Tonight, I have a big ol' pot of chicken tortilla soup on the stove. It looks fantastic and I can't wait to have it for lunch tomorrow. I'd love to try it tonight, but I'm a firm believer in letting a soup or chili or sloppy joes (or ... well, many, many things) sit in the fridge overnight before reheating and eating it. Just tastes better.

While work seems like it might be a bit much this week, I managed to get a bit of it out of the way tonight so I could leave on time tomorrow. KayGee and I are going to see the Timberwolves take on the Houston Rockets. I'm totally stoked. We got $40 lower level tickets for $25. YAY! The deal was for the Wednesday game against the Thunder, too. I really wanted to go to that game, but it turns out KayGee couldn't go to that one. The Gophers play that night, as well. So it's all for the best that we're going tomorrow. Plus, I can totally heckle Shane Battier. I HATE HIM SO MUCH.

The work on my street is done and it's supposed to be in the 20s this week. That's a breath of fresh air. It's actually supposed to be around 32 on Friday. Be still my beating heart! Sure, I have a dress fitting and bridal shower this weekend, but I'll be getting my hair did and I'll have some more dog time. So it's a wash. I might even come out ahead. I will kick January's ass before it can kick mine!

20 January 2011

Gonna make it.

I was really pissed that the city took a day off from whatever fucking bullshit they are doing to my street to make sure I had to park a couple of blocks away on the coldest night of the year. Work has been annoying as fuck. There may be other stuff. Oh, that whole swollen, bruised ass thing.

But! It's only -8 with a -23 windchill right now. How much worse can it get in the depths of the night? My ass swelling was down this morning. I even managed a halfway decent workout tonight. Thursday night shows are back. Plus, THE PIXIES are coming! I love that we are on their Canadian tour.

Debating about going to yoga after work tomorrow. Leaving my gym bag in the car will make for horribly frozen clothing. I don't like the idea of changing at the gym when my undies don't hide all of my ass bruising. Plus, I'm wiped. But I know how great I felt after that ass-kicking class a couple of weeks ago.

I'll figure it out. All that matters is that tomorrow is Friday and I've almost successfully made it through the week. Things can only get better from here, dammit.

19 January 2011

It's my version of resting, anyway.

What with all my ass bruising and swelling (I was terrified to look at it in the mirror this morning. But I did. The bruising is ... extensive. And there was enough swelling that my work pants felt tight on that side. Fun!) I figured tonight perhaps I should take a night off from the gym.

Taking a night off from the gym doesn't mean I'm going to just lay on the couch all night, however. I did lay on the couch for a while -- I even elevated and iced my ass while laying on the couch. But that got old, fast.

So, I decided to do a little baking. I made pumpkin muffins and a couple of recipes from my newish Alice Medrich cookbook. I made Blondies (with bourbon!) and cocoa brownies. The former are cooling and the latter are still in the oven. Everything looks and smells good, so I'll go ahead and assume they'll taste good. I'll test the Blondies and brownies before I give them to my coworkers of course. It's only right.

And everything was so freakin' easy. It took about 90 minutes to do the baking, plus wash dishes and have a phone conversation with my aunt. I took a break to watch a little X-Files and wait for the water to warm up for dishwashing purposes, too. Yay!

Still crabby, but I can see the end of the week coming up. Not pleased about heading out for work when it's supposed to get down to -16 tomorrow tomorrow night, but what can you do? At least it'll be Friday.

18 January 2011

I really need it to be the weekend tomorrow.

There is no parking tomorrow again on my street. They seemed to have done some plowing, but it really only made matter worse. I guess that explains why there is no parking again tomorrow.

Parking in the neighborhood was worse tonight than last night and I ended up have to park around back, a block away. Fine. It'll all be worth it in the end. I can make it another day. Even if it is going to be butt-ass cold in the morning and I won't be able to use my remote starter.

Side note: Once upon a time I wanted a remote starter, but then changed my mind. I was tough. I didn't need something so extravagant. But since I got one when I got my car, I figured I'd use it. I should get something positive out of having to decimate my savings because a douchecanoe was being a dickbag and totaled my car, right? So I use the fucking thing.

I decided to walk to my place through the alley, because it's cold out and that route is shorter. Dumb. The glare ice all along the alley is only barely covered by enough greasy snow to make it damn near impossible to get anywhere.

But I managed to make it to the back deck. Then I was heading down the steps to get to the front. I noted a huge patch of ice on the top step area, stepped gingerly, and my foot promptly shot out from underneath me on the next step and I landed on my ass. It fucking hurt.

Once I got in the house and took my coat off, I realized I also apparently landed on my forearm, as it there is a lot of purple, and a very clear line where my arm hit the corner of the step. That just happens to be the same arm where I dislocated my shoulder several years ago (by slipping and falling down icy steps, coincidentally enough). Now my shoulder feels ... loose. I'm sure it's just paranoia. It's happened a number of times over the years since the original dislocation.

My ass is not purple (yet), but there is a rather large bump on my right ass cheek. My ass is indeed purple and I have a rather large bump on my right ass cheek. It's possible I've not been paying close enough attention and my right ass cheek has gotten lumpy or developed out-of-control -- though oddly uniform -- cellulite. It's not too bad sitting on my couch, but sitting in an office chair for nine hours might not be great tomorrow.

I've already been having a tough week and was already in a shitty mood, so maybe that's why I burst into tears and can't stop crying (though, I think I'm close to stopping), but I just fucking want to give up right now. I don't know how I can deal with three more days of annoying, demanding clients and Chicken Little; not to mention butt-ass cold, not enough sleep and probably more things, but I can't remember them. If this fucks up my workout schedule, I'll be really pissed.

In the meantime, I'm drinking and watching Broken Social Scene play the Bowery Ballroom. That which doesn't kill me will only make me stronger, right?

17 January 2011

Bet you didn't know Old Navy made cranky pants.

Sure, they may look like black dress pants, or gray yoga pants (or even Target workout pants), but all the pants I've been wearing today have been cranky pants. I'm ready to take them off, but I'd get cold. So what can you do?

January is starting to get to me. I hate it so much. Having to work today when everyone I know was off did not help matters. People were posting lovely MLK-related things on Facebook; The Current was playing important music and paying tribute. Even the Wolves had a special intro. But I was thinking about work. Thanks, Corporate Overlords.

That can't possibly be the only reason to be wearing the cranky pants. Oh no. There are plenty. We've had a couple of two-inch snowfalls and the streets are a fucking mess. The city must be going to do something about it, because on Thursday, there were signs saying no parking on my street on Friday. Except, when I came home from work Friday (I left early to miss a horrendous commute -- traffic on my street was backed up and crawling by until after 7:00) the signs all said Tuesday. That would be great if tomorrow was going to be as warm as today. But it'll be 5ish degrees when I walk two blocks to my cold car.

It won't even be that cold tomorrow morning, considering what's coming. There are a few -9 lows on tap in coming days. Again, not as bad as the last couple of Sunday mornings when it was double digits below zero. Though, I didn't go outside until mid-afternoon those days and it had warmed up to the teens. So today, everything is slushy, dirty, wet and gross. Then everything will freeze and be awful. Delightful.

Chicken Little comes back to work tomorrow after a few days off. It's been blissful with him not trying to push me into a panic. While he was gone, everything went swimmingly. I've been busy, but not at all overwhelmed. I'll probably be just as busy now that he's back, but totally stressed out as I'm beginning to think that is his job.

There's some hormonal shit added to the crabby cocktail, too. I'm pretty sure Shark Week is on a two-week rotation. And that is fucking bullshit. I manage to get maybe a couple days here and there with halfway decent skin and not feeling bloated and/or exhausted. I'm hoping this is just another part of my body getting used to my IUD (after a year) and that it passes.

I'm hoping that once I get past Monday-in-a-Hat that things will start looking up. In the meantime, I have plenty of wine.

12 January 2011

Oh, joy.

Today, the horrible, strapless, corset bra I ordered to wear with my stupid, strapless, ballgown bridesmaid dress, arrived.

Based on the description, I thought it would be an 11-hook monstrosity like my sport bra. However, it only has seven hooks. And, thanks to yoga, I was able to fasten all of the hooks behind my back. Suck on that! I actually tried to hook it in the front and turn it around, and failed. Then I tried to hook it in the back, and failed again. I gave up and took a shower, but tried again and succeeded pretty easily. YAY.

So I get it on and hey -- my tits seem to be kind of staying in place. They're not spilling out over the top. In fact, they're firmly contained in their own little underwires. I was honestly kind of hoping for massive cleavage, just to be an asshole.

However, that's where it's awesomeness ends. It's so uncomfortable. It digs in under my arms. There is plenty of back fat spillage. I feel like I can't bend over in it, what with the whole corsety-ness of it. Shit. I should have tried sitting down in it.

I have no idea how I'm expected to spend ... oh, I'd say at least 14 hours, in this thing. Honestly, I don't know how I'll be able to spend that much time in the fucking dress.

I'd like to try out some other bras, but I have to return this one within a few days if I don't want it. What if I don't find anything better? What if I keep this fucking thing and do find something better? This shit fucking sucks.

11 January 2011

Tip of the Day.

You should be watching Onion Sportsdome. It's on Comedy Central. Brilliant takedown of the Worldwide Leader, plus general Onion hilariousness.

I'm crying after a few minutes.

Seriously. Set your DVRs. It's killing me.

10 January 2011

Once again, I am a winner!

I'm wreckin' shit over at I Dislike Your Favorite Team.

Once again, I've won Andrew Wice's NFL Pick 'Em. I believe this year, I'm getting a book from his collection. I already own his novel, To The Last Drop, and I won a TLTD t-shirt. He ran out of novel-related shit to give me, so last year for the playoff pick 'em, I won a random item from his house (The Simpsons Trivia game).

But that's not all! There's another IDYFT pick 'em contest. After coming very close a few times, I FINALLY WON THIS YEAR! Do you know what this mean? I get a statue of Jesus playing football with some stupid kids. It will so nicely compliment my basketball version of the statue.

I've informed Big Blue Monkey that I will raise hell should I have to wait as long for the Jebus football statue as I had to wait for the Jebus basketball statue.

Top albums of 2010.

But first, the list of my Top 10 singles, in no particular order, for which I voted in The Current's Top 89 of 2010:

  • Beach House: Norway (Teen Dream)
    I listened to this song on endless repeat, almost loud enough to make my ears hurt so many times. I really wanted to see them when they were in town, but they played the Cedar Cultural Center, which is one of my least favorite venues in town. It smells like Grandma's basement and it takes for-fucking-ever to get a drink. It will take a crazy awesome band for me to ever venture back there again.
  • Brendan Benson: Don't Wanna Talk (My Old, Familiar Friend)
  • Broken Social Scene: Forced To Love (Forgiveness Rock Record)
  • Cee Lo: Forget You (Lady Killer)
    Almost didn't make the list because it's the clean version. But goddammit, even the censored version is catchy as hell.
  • Har Mar Superstar: Tall Boy (Dark Touches)
    I'm not sure how he manages to be sexy, even to me, but I'll be damned if he doesn't got it. There's also the whole ridiculousness of a guy who looks like Ron Jeremy stripping down to his undies on stage. I remember several years ago when he was on tour with The Strokes and friends in other cities were talking about the opening act and I was all, "Um, he's from here and he was banned from the State Fair for that shit." AWESOME.
  • LCD Soundsystem: Dance Yrself Clean (This Is Happening)
    Shocked to see I voted for not one, but two, Top 10 songs.
  • The National: England (High Violet)
  • The New Pornographers: Crash Years (Together)
  • Spoon: Trouble Comes Running (Transference)
  • The Walkmen: Angela Surf City (Lisbon)
My favorite albums generally overlap. Though, there were some instances, as with Har Mar Superstar, where I loved the single, but the album didn't make my list. Then, there's The Roots, for example -- I fucking love that album, but none of the singles really made me nuts. So, here, without further ado, and in no particular order, my Top 10 albums of 2010:
  • Brendan Benson: My Old, Familiar Friend
    Not much to say about Brendan Benson, other than he writes the most perfect pop songs. I can't believe I've only managed to see him live one time, and that was with The Raconteurs.
  • Broken Social Scene: Forgiveness Rock Record
    Hands down the best rock show I saw in 2010. It was probably the best rock show I'd seen since BSS was in town in 2008. They are absolutely amazing live. I saw them for the first time in 2004 at the 400 Bar and they were great. But I forgot about them a bit. Eventually, they came back and they rocked my world and I've spent the last two years wondering how I spent about four years not realizing the absolute fucking awesomeness that is Broken Social Scene.
  • The National: High Violet
    Finally broke down and went to see The National this year. I've liked them for years, but I just didn't think they'd be good live. Man, was I wrong. It was a great show. I also really liked this album about 50 percent more than their previous albums, which I enjoyed immensely.
  • The New Pornographers: Together
    Disappointing live show, but it wasn't their fault. We'd heard they had a problem with their tour bus on the stop before. Working theory is they got to town late and didn't have time for a sound check. That would explain things, anyway. Still, NEKO CASE was there. That's all I really care about, quite frankly. I'm still generally skipping the Destroyer songs (I swear, they get worse every album), but I've even enjoyed the crap out of the songs on which Neko didn't sing lead.
  • Spoon: Transference
    What can I say? A great album from one of my very favorite bands. They played a great show at the Basilica Block Party. Outdoor music is great, but this show felt a little extra special for some reason.
  • The Walkmen: Lisbon
    I went on and on to anyone who would listen about how I couldn't understand why all of a sudden everyone loved The Walkmen. I've loved them for years. I still don't get it, but it's a great album.
  • Kanye West: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
    I was ready to not like this album at all. There was too much hype, for one thing. Secondly, Bon Iver is on it. DO NOT LIKE. And yet, it's a great album. It absolutely lives up to the hype. That crazy motherfucker can make some good goddamn music.
  • Big Boi: Sir Lucious Leftfoot: The Son of Chico Dusty
    In the world of Outkast, I've always been partial to Andre 3000 over Big Boi, so I didn't really think I'd love this album. However, I was wrong. It is great.
  • The Roots: How I Got Over
    A great album by one of my favorite bands. I mean, if they can make Joanna Newsome sound not hateful and make Jimmy Fallon tolerable, they have superpowers as far as I'm concerned.
  • Black Rebel Motorcycle Club: Beat The Devil's Tattoo
    I really wanted to put them on the singles list, but my favorite song on the album wasn't a single. I think this was the first show I went to in 2010, and they didn't disappoint. I took Macho Man with me and realized once while he was away at the loo that sometimes, I'd just rather go to shows alone. It's been so long since I went to a show alone, I forgot how it just put me and the music there together.

09 January 2011

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

The list of blog entries I intend to post keeps growing, and yet here I am, not writing those. A thousand apologies for yet another cheese sandwich blog post.

Honestly, I would have been more motivated if I'd gotten started on my Sunday night cooking at a reasonable hour. I didn't stay too long at The Boy I Currently Like's house today, but I still managed to just be sitting down now. Well, that's not entirely true. I did a bit of lazing about post-shower and while I was doing my laundry. Cooking and doing laundry at the same time just seemed entirely too daunting today.

Thankfully, I have a nice, healthy minestrone for lunch this week. And I need it, because I'm going to be missing out on gym time this week while eating out more than I ever do. I suppose that started last night when The Boy and I got chicken and ribs from Rooster's. Oh man, that was so good. As were the leftovers tonight. I have two dinners out, plus a lunch out this week. And come to think of it, the Classy Broads X-mas Party on Friday will add into that as well. Eh, what can you do? I gotta take the good with the bad.

I'm not looking forward to work this week, but I'm hoping it will be easier than last week. If only because I've had a few days to get used to less sleep. I'm still having really fucking weird dreams, though. I'm not sure what that's about. Ever since I went back to work, I've been having disconcerting dreams. Even Friday night and last night -- I remembered my dreams when I woke up, which is very rare for me.

So, I guess I should start winding down so I can get ready for another night of restless slumber. Yay. At least Chicken Little isn't in the office tomorrow. And I'm going for wings and beer after work (it's with my siblings, but what can you do?). Score!

07 January 2011

The best laid plans ...

I really intended to finally do my Top Albums of 2010 list. Yeah, it's late. I'm not entirely sure why I never managed to get around to it while I was on vacation. I've got a draft started. So there's that.

That post isn't going to be finished tonight because I had the very great idea to go to yoga after work tonight. What better way to end my week than a nice, relaxing yoga class, right? I was unaware that the Friday 5:45 yoga class was a motherfucking ass-kicker. The instructor did mention that a friend of hers in the class asked for a hard class, so maybe it's not always like that.

Either way, whatever I intended to do tonight ain't happening. I did make it to the grocery store and I even finally got to my new neighborhood liquor store, Lake Wine and Spirits. That was another thing I meant to do while on vacation. But I guess I was too busy watching recorded TV.

Anyway, I didn't spend much time there. I grabbed six bottle from the "six for $36" promotion area. The actual price of the wines ranged from $6.99 to $10.99, so it seems like a good deal. I wandered around the cheese shop for a bit, but I was so out-of-sorts, I just grabbed a couple of bars of Belgian dark chocolate for The Boy I Currently Like. It smelled like awesomely stinky cheese in there. I liked it. I fully intend to go back when I have my wits about me.

I've at least managed to get a shower and open one of my new bottles of wine. That should get me through until bedtime. I've had to retype so many things in this post too many times. I gotta call it quits.

06 January 2011

Something to add to your "special skills" section, perhaps?

New year, new crop of disgusting women leaving bodily fluids in places other than the toilet in the bathroom at work. I’m assuming it’s a new crop, because it’s been a while since I saw shit smeared on a wall, or blood on a stall floor.

Honest to fucking Christ. I do not and will not ever understand it.

04 January 2011

Not as bad as it could have been.

It is the time of the Resolutionaries (a term dropped by The Boy I Currently Like in an e-mail yesterday ... why didn't I think of that?) at the gym. But you know, it wasn't too bad. I got a full workout in and didn't have to wait for anything. Just due to good timing, I'm sure; but still, it made me happy.

The New Years Resolutioners were still around. I think many of them were going to classes (yoga's going to be a bitch when I finally decide on a class and go back). Many others were doing the typical Resolutionary thing --wandering around, talking (at least 50 percent are in pairs/couples), not really doing much of anything. I saw a couple of girls come in, wander around for a bit, then leave. What's the point of that? They had fucking folders with them. You brought your folders -- clearly you have a plan. I can't imagine you need a bunch of papers to tell you to wander aimlessly about the gym for 10 minutes, then leave. But what do I know?

I'm really amazed I didn't have to wait for anything -- not even a treadmill. But the treadmills were full still when I left at almost 9:00. At least there wasn't a line the entire time.

Besides all the couples and pairs wandering around, there were other tell-tale signs it was very early January. People getting on a bike for five minutes. Those who spend their time fiddling with their iPod or other music device. A messy-ass lockerroom (no poo, blood or pee anywhere, though. YAY!). And of course, shitloads of people I've never seen before.

I'm glad the gym was decent, because work was not. It wasn't terrible, but man, it will be soon. Chicken Little is going to drive me to drink (more than he does already). I don't want to think about that now, though. I have to finish watching the Gopher game (while avoiding most of the Interwebs) and then take a shower. I am smelly.

03 January 2011

At least I accomplished something?

Tomorrow I go back to work after being off for two weeks (plus one day). I actually worked a couple of hours each Tuesday I was off and checked e-mail every day our office was open -- often multiple times (I just checked it now, for Christ's sake). So, I wasn't totally divorced from work, but it was nice to not have to go to the office.

I had all of these grand plans for my vacation -- lots of baking, working out, running errands, drinking with friends, reading my backlog of comics from The Boy I Currently Like, cleaning and other little things around the house.

The baking wasn't a complete loss, I guess. I made banana bread, pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffins, Irish soda bread and cookies (I really need to write about my new cookbook. I'm already in love). The only day I skipped the gym when I intended to go was New Year's Eve, because I was a little hung over and quite frankly, feeling lazy (at least I didn't wake up drunk this year!). I actually had pretty great workouts, save for New Year's Eve Eve, when the power went out and we all got kicked out. I was only there about 45 minutes, but at least I got there in time to work out.

The errand running was accomplished, now that I think about it. The only thing I didn't do was hit Penzey's to get red pepper flake. That's actually okay, because I now realize I need a bunch of other stuff from there. Drinking with friends happened, too. The only things I really didn't do was full-scale cleaning and the other little things around the house (cleaning a couple of cast iron skillets for The Boy and seasoning them with all of my cast iron cookware). And I did get through a few comics.

With everything all written out here, I feel better about not being completely useless. On New Year's Day, I told The Boy my one big accomplishment over vacation was clearing a lot of stuff from my DVR. He managed to make it sound like an actual accomplishment. He's the best.

Once I go back to work tomorrow, I hope to be back on a normal eating schedule. I was on my weekend eating schedule for about 75 percent of my vacation. That means waking up and drinking coffee, having a piece of peanut butter toast before I head to the gym around midday. After the gym I might eat some sort of Luna bar, or I might have a bowl of cereal when I get home. If I had an actual dinner, it was because I was eating with other people. Ugh.

However, last night I made lentil tacos that should feed me in the evenings for the coming week and tonight I made andouille with collard greens and grits, which will serve as my lunch the rest of the week. I even saved some of the collard green cooking water to use in my minestrone I'll be making over the weekend. SWEET!

All in all, the return to routine will be good, I suppose. Though, I will not be happy when that alarm goes off tomorrow morning. SAD.

02 January 2011

Last night of vacation.

I'm still torn as to whether or not I'm glad I have an extra day off tomorrow. On the one hand, I'll be so very glad to start back with a short week. On the other hand, I'm starting to really feel like I need to get back to my routine.

To try to have some sort of happy medium, I've been trying to do an approximation of my normal Sunday routine. I went to the gym this morning (after sleeping entirely too late), did laundry and I'm now cooking (lentil tacos). Still gonna get drunk, though. I mean, it's the last night of vacation, for fuck's sake!

Before I finally headed out to the gym late this morning, I was feeling crazy down. I don't know that it's necessarily the holiday let-down, because I don't give much of a crap about Christmas. It could be some sort of vacation let-down, though, I guess.

I did have some really awesome post-Christmas fun this year, once again. There was the now-traditional pre-New-Year's-Eve sushi happy hour with KayGee and the Prison Librarian (which has expanded to include whoever wants to show up and hours and hours of drinking). New Year's Eve kicked much ass again this year.

The let-down could have been hormonal. Maybe it's the impending return to work. Maybe it's the ridiculous cold (though, it's actually up to 15 degrees now, which is the highest I've seen the mercury today); or the knowledge that I have a wedding shower, bachelorette party and wedding on the horizon. Whatever the precise reason, a good workout got rid of most of those bad feelings.

One kind-of-plus to the impending wedding stuff means that I'll have even more time off in the next two months. Of course, I will have to spend some of that time I believe that with our once-again-revised holiday schedule, we are back to having Martin Luther King, Jr. Day and President's Day off after having to work on both days last year. I was considering taking my birthday off (it's on a Friday!), but I have the following Monday off for the aforementioned President's Day. I'll also be off that Friday for the wedding. I was considering taking the Monday after the wedding off, but ... I feel weird taking a "bunch" of time off early in the year, but if I do that, I may not have to take pantloads of time at the end of the year.

Even with all of the gross weddingness/family stuff, I have plenty of things to look forward to in the coming weeks. There is playoff football, more NCAA basketball than you can shake a stick at, my birthday, Timberwolves basketball, Elbow's new album, The Boy I Currently Like's birthday, the Super Bowl, Mardi Gras (I'm not eating any King Cake until someone gets the damn baby this year), and shit ... if I'm looking that far out, BASEBALL! Bring it on, 2011!