Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Meanwhile, I don't think my brain has come in to work all week. I have gotten some stuff done, but mainly I'm just killing time. Stabbing it dead. I should have brought a movie to watch. Lately I've been in the mood for "Enchanted," which I own not. So I watch clips on youtube. What did we do before the internet? (Also, why did they cast Idina Menzel and not have her sing? I don't get it. Srsly.)
I'm so excited to get out of here. Dilly's Deli soup. No alarm clock. Someone else's utilities. And best of all...NO SNOW!
Oh, also, my family will be there. I kid, I kid.
The lack of snow, though. That's hard to top.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
"Our intent is not to disturb churchgoers," organizer [of the protest at the Oakland temple] Tim DeBenedictis said in a statement. "Our goal is to mend fences and build bridges so that all Californians can achieve marriage equality under the law."
This, of course, is hilarious, because people who are attempting to mend fences and build bridges generally find it helpful to not show up with hateful signs and to not yell angry slogans over and over. Oh, and vandalism is also not helpful to the cause. People getting arrested for disturbing the peace makes it pretty clear what your purpose was.
The protests are about disappointed people wanting to make their disappointment known. It's the collective temper tantrum of a bunch of people who didn't get their way. They seem to think that they're being denied an inalienable right. No. They're being denied licensure by the state. The government legally recognizes people as "married" in order to provide benefits to those whose behavior is deemed beneficial to society. Society needs babies to be born so it can continue to be society. That's why there are financial benefits for marriage. To legalize gay marriage is to extend these benefits to two people because they are "in love." The concept of marriage in question isn't about love, it's about products.
And no, not every traditional marriage is healthy, and not every couple has kids, or can have them. But the government can't sort out those who can't or won't have kids from those who just don't have them yet, so the benefit goes to all marrieds. Because the government wants us to have babies in order for there to be someone to perpetuate the society.
Of course, for those who are in favor of negative population growth and think we should let ourselves die out, then I guess traditional marriage isn't desireable. Those are the kinds of people who get sterilized, and I say, thanks! That leaves more space and resources for me and my family.
Also, angry anti-Prop 8 people make life miserable at work, and that's just mean.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
And what city needs two stations playing Christmas music? Why? So if you don't like the Jackson 5's version of "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" you can find John "Cougar" Mellencamp's?
I'm not going to lie to you. I don't like most Christmas music. I also don't like most Christmas decorations, movies, weather, or color schemes. I'd much prefer Hannukkah's eight days. There's no two months of lead-up, no ugly colors, very few themed songs, some fun little games, some candles and you're on your way.
I can handle Christmas, but I refuse to let it start before December 1, and preferably the 15th.
Also, snow is icky and I miss the sun.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
I should add that it's done entirely with a palatte knife, because I loved when Bob Ross used the knife to make mountains.
In other news, does anyone else thinks bleach feels slimy? I was santizing my cutting board (partly because it smelled like onions, but also because it's the germaphobic thing to do) and I was struck again by how strange bleach feels.
I started a sourdough starter that I got in the mail yesterday (carlsfriends.org--costs you two stamps!) and I'm not sure that it's really starting. It smells sour, but I'm not getting a lot of bubbling. I'm trying to keep it warm by keeping it by the computer.
I was surfing (do we still use that word in relation to the internet, surfing?) for sourdough bread recipes, and they almost all include yeast. Dude, I thought that was the point of the starter. Traditionally, I guess it is, but it appears that in these recipes, it's just to give it the sour taste.
I got my 2009 benefits brochure, and I kind of want to get braces, just because my plan will pay for half. But I don't really need them, except for my two bottom teeth in the middle. And then I would never be able to smile and say "I never had braces!" when people are telling their horror stories. I'm not sure if I'd be willing to give that up.
Ugh, and I totally missed International Talk Like a Pirate Day! It probably wouldn't go over well in my new office, anyway. Stuffy. And not just the air.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Of course, there are those random days where I find a house and job in Arizona that I want and seriously consider moving home, even though I have a good job here with the best co-workers I'll probably ever find. I don't really have any close friends in Arizona anymore. My life is here now, and I kind of hate that. Possibly because it's still not much of a life.
I miss my family. It stinks to be the only one who lives out of state. Shovelling snow stinks. Six months of winter extra stinks. Wearing nylons every day is terrible, and some of my shoes literally stink. It stinks not knowing who to call to drive you to the airport, having no one to kill bugs or pick you up when your car is in the shop. It stinks having to go to the store to get your own medicine when you're sick and having to make your own dinner when you're just too tired.
It's starting to feel less and less like I'm pretending to be an adult , and more and more that I actually am. That's scary. This is what being a grownup is? It somehow seemed like it would be more fun and exciting. Less sad and frustrating. Less working and budgeting and more carefree good times. Isn't that what I've been promised? Could the quarter-century of media I've consumed have misled me? Is it possible that most days consist of getting up, going to work, coming home, killing time, and going to bed? Is not every day full of adventure and intrigue and fabulous hair and makeup? This is it? This is what I've been looking forward to? Crap.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Yesterday was cheap cheesecake day at the Cheesecake Factory, but a 70 minute wait was not worth the four dollars to me, so I'll just have to go back later. Anyway, I have a Jello No Bake Cheesecake mix at home (store brand not as good on this one), so maybe I'll make some of my beloved Buried Treasure Cheesecake tonight.
And maybe I'll finally go to the grocery store on a real shopping trip, not a "mik and eggs" one.
And maybe I'll have a car that doesn't stall.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
You know how when you go to check out at your local drug store, they ask, "Did you find everything okay today?" Well, for the first time ever, I was going to answer NO, and the guy didn't ask it.
The pharmacy tech totally blew me off. I asked if they have ferrous sulfate, and she said it was by the vitamins. That is a boldfaced lie, because I've been on and off this particular type of iron supplement for a very long time. So I check the ONE iron supplement by the vitamins, and it's ferrous fumarate. That's not the type I asked for, now is it?
And then, I get home, and UPS didn't leave the stinking package. They left me one of those "attempt to deliver" supersized post-it notes, because apparently everyone has a stay-at-home wife to sit around all day and wait to sign for packages. SO I signed it and put "Please leave inside the screen door" in the comments section, then put it right where they had put it, on the inside of the screen door. This is important.
So I get home, and there's no package. My note is still on the screen door, and now there's one on the regular door. You have got to be kidding me. You can't miss it on the screen door, unless you're turned around when you open it.
So, thanks a lot, Brown. Now I don't get to play Rockband tonight. And it is all your fault.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
I was fifteen minutes late to work yesterday because I had to scrape snow off my car. WTF? Is it not spring now? But I guess that's what happens when it's windy and it starts as sleet and you live somewhere where the weather is ridiculous. Thanks for nothing, carport!
I hope everyone enjoys watching conference this weekend. From the stories I hear, I won't actually get to see much of it. That's okay; I can always just watch it on the internet when I'm bored at work.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
In other news, I can't breathe. I keep breathing deeply, trying to get enough oxygen, but it's like my lungs don't work. I keep getting headaches from hyperventilating, trying to get enough air.
And I got two fillings today. Yay for today.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Uh, yeah. It's really cold here. Really, really, "ten degrees outside" kind of cold. Gross. But I do love my heated mattress pad. Going to sleep is so warm and snuggly now!
Not much going on here. Or as I don't really like to say, "Nomu." Why must we shorten everything? (This coming from the girl who once pronounced "A.J." as too long a name and cut it down to "Age." Though I prefer to spell it "Aj." But I digress.)
I really have nothing to say. It's just been a while.