I don't know why, but the motivation fairy has smacked me with the enthusiasm to start afresh. To paraphrase a good friend of mine (you know who you are) I'm starting my new life today. Hence the blogging. So here it is, my list of what I will be doing in my new life. I'll work on the details.
1) Control the spending on unnecessary items--including books, new clothes, and anything at Target.
2) Limit eating out and cook at home. I mean you too, Starbucks and Chick-fil-a. This is a crackdown!
3) Damn you junk food and all your friends. I'm going all crazy anti-processed food nazi on your ass.
4) Walking, hiking, anything...just not sitting and rotting watching Whale Wars or Food Network.
5) Not fall into a cycle of procrastination and scrambling.
6) Will not be an academic slug--even if I hate those last two stupid online classes.
7) Will have a positive outlook and not gripe about life's suckage.
Alright. Now I hope I stick to it for at least a day.
8.24.2009
8.19.2008
Sad was the day when I found out that wheat, dairy, and eggs were slowly killing my immune system. Damn allergies. I've been slowly cutting them out, and have destuffed my head. Then I joined weight watchers to boot, because clearly I've been making up the loss of wheat, dairy, and eggs with other foods, like sugar, potatoes, and bacon.
So, you understand when I say that I am really jonesing for some vegan gluten free cupcakes that I saw online. I'm sure they really gross, in some godforsaken, that's not a real cupcake kind of way (ground chickpeas, rice bran, and flax seed what?!), but I feel that I could eat about 6 of them right now.
Maybe I should and that should break me of my craving forever....
So, you understand when I say that I am really jonesing for some vegan gluten free cupcakes that I saw online. I'm sure they really gross, in some godforsaken, that's not a real cupcake kind of way (ground chickpeas, rice bran, and flax seed what?!), but I feel that I could eat about 6 of them right now.
Maybe I should and that should break me of my craving forever....
8.12.2008
Facebook is the devil....
I've held out so long, but the pressure (and curiosity) was too great. I went on Facebook and have since been rolling between the ego boosts and ego busts.
-lots of people want to be my friend
-I'm a bad person for not keeping up with these people, who were my friends long ago
-10 year reunions are being planned, I would love to see everyone from college!
-when did 10 years go by so fast, what the hell have I been doing all this time!?
-who the hell are all these old people
-hell, I'm so old
-wow, the cute babies!
-wow, all my friends have babies, and grown up kids...wtf?!
-acupunturist? worldwide traveller? JAG? interesting
-is my job up to it?
-this is so fun looking up people from the past
-I really need to get off the computer
I've held out so long, but the pressure (and curiosity) was too great. I went on Facebook and have since been rolling between the ego boosts and ego busts.
-lots of people want to be my friend
-I'm a bad person for not keeping up with these people, who were my friends long ago
-10 year reunions are being planned, I would love to see everyone from college!
-when did 10 years go by so fast, what the hell have I been doing all this time!?
-who the hell are all these old people
-hell, I'm so old
-wow, the cute babies!
-wow, all my friends have babies, and grown up kids...wtf?!
-acupunturist? worldwide traveller? JAG? interesting
-is my job up to it?
-this is so fun looking up people from the past
-I really need to get off the computer
9.16.2007
Alright, I have my head back on. I also took Mellie Bean's career quiz and don't quite know what to make of it. I seem to be in the wrong career. Yet, none of the careers have any sort of common link. Special effects technician? Really, No. 2?
1.Lobbyist
2.Special Effects Technician
3.Actor
4.Criminologist
5.Director of Photography
6.Set Designer
7.Director
8.Professor
9.Anthropologist
10.Costume Designer
1.Lobbyist
2.Special Effects Technician
3.Actor
4.Criminologist
5.Director of Photography
6.Set Designer
7.Director
8.Professor
9.Anthropologist
10.Costume Designer
Hold that girl back!
Prodigal Blogger and I have often had this ideal of the morning, day, and night man. The guy you wake up with and have breakfast, the guy you spend the day doing fun things, and the guy you spend the night doing other...fun things. The ones you can have and your husband/boyfriend will just have to understand. The men we've named before have changed over the years, but right now, it seems I have a pattern going.
Morning - Sendhil Ramamurthy (aka most beautiful Indian man ever)
Day - Gerard Butler (aka green eyed, slightly rugged, baby Bjorn carrying, Scottish "vermontian")
Night - Clive Owen (English. Tough. Looks good in a suit. oh, sigh.)
Sorry, the hormones have clearly gotten a hold of me.
Prodigal Blogger and I have often had this ideal of the morning, day, and night man. The guy you wake up with and have breakfast, the guy you spend the day doing fun things, and the guy you spend the night doing other...fun things. The ones you can have and your husband/boyfriend will just have to understand. The men we've named before have changed over the years, but right now, it seems I have a pattern going.
Morning - Sendhil Ramamurthy (aka most beautiful Indian man ever)
Day - Gerard Butler (aka green eyed, slightly rugged, baby Bjorn carrying, Scottish "vermontian")
Night - Clive Owen (English. Tough. Looks good in a suit. oh, sigh.)
Sorry, the hormones have clearly gotten a hold of me.
8.25.2007
I'm back. Married and pregnant.
I'm just messing with you...I'm not pregnant, but I've already been asked about 100 times since I've been married about a month ago. Dang, people...give me a chance to get used to being married before I'm supposed to be spawning.
Maybe people just think it's the next step and you know how everyone has to rush to that next step in life. Maybe people just think I'm getting a little old and had the urge to remind me of my shriveling, soon to be useless, ovaries. Maybe people just think I'm acting a little hormonal, what with the food cravings, even though I have always craved food.
Maybe people think that I'm pregnant because I even got married.
Or maybe people just think I'm fat.
Anywho, here we are.
I'm just messing with you...I'm not pregnant, but I've already been asked about 100 times since I've been married about a month ago. Dang, people...give me a chance to get used to being married before I'm supposed to be spawning.
Maybe people just think it's the next step and you know how everyone has to rush to that next step in life. Maybe people just think I'm getting a little old and had the urge to remind me of my shriveling, soon to be useless, ovaries. Maybe people just think I'm acting a little hormonal, what with the food cravings, even though I have always craved food.
Maybe people think that I'm pregnant because I even got married.
Or maybe people just think I'm fat.
Anywho, here we are.
10.26.2006
My dog is a brat because he learned by watching me
Soooo, I survived yesterday's trauma/drama. It was the culminating point of my efforts and pains from the last few months. I got my report to our publishing people, so it's only minor changes until next week when the report actually becomes public. This is after having multiple phone conversations with my insipid teammates and my bulldog of a lawyer that insisted that our use of commas on the 2nd full paragraph on page 8, third sentence, was really a legal problem. NO IT WAS NOT!!!! I'm sure the lady really hates me for being a mean, stubborn brat that won't accept her "legal" changes to the draft that's been hacked over by 15 people (including the attorney twice already) over the last month. IF I COULD JUST HAVE MY WAY, IT'D BE A WHOLE LOT EASIER ON THEM. That's what I wanted to say, but instead, kept my mouth shut and imagined her head exploding all over the receiver. ha hahahahahaha. AND my masters class had an informal presentation, which they demanded that I supply 3 hardcopies of my section and meet with them 3 times over the last week (BTW, I didn't know that until after they had already met, because I didn't get their messages due to my dad being in the emergency room, and the mom exposed to the meningitis). Because I didn't supply them the requisite 3 copies and only emailed them a copy two hours before class, the team "leader" decided to email me reminders all yesterday morning. First of all, my section is completely independent of theirs, so they don't need to know what I'm going to say. Second, their priorities.....this INFORMAL presentation equals about 0.1% of our participation, which is about 15% of our overall grade. So that's 0.015% of our grade. PLEASE, people, perspective here. DO THEY NOT HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO DO???? my GOD!
The end results of all this is that I don't have meningitis. I thought I might have since I had a really bad cold with my head and neck was hurting so badly this last week, but it was just the attorney shoving her way up my ass. Once I removed her and shut up my annoying classmates, I was good. Still stuffy but not fatally contagious. :) Yay!!!
Soooo, I survived yesterday's trauma/drama. It was the culminating point of my efforts and pains from the last few months. I got my report to our publishing people, so it's only minor changes until next week when the report actually becomes public. This is after having multiple phone conversations with my insipid teammates and my bulldog of a lawyer that insisted that our use of commas on the 2nd full paragraph on page 8, third sentence, was really a legal problem. NO IT WAS NOT!!!! I'm sure the lady really hates me for being a mean, stubborn brat that won't accept her "legal" changes to the draft that's been hacked over by 15 people (including the attorney twice already) over the last month. IF I COULD JUST HAVE MY WAY, IT'D BE A WHOLE LOT EASIER ON THEM. That's what I wanted to say, but instead, kept my mouth shut and imagined her head exploding all over the receiver. ha hahahahahaha. AND my masters class had an informal presentation, which they demanded that I supply 3 hardcopies of my section and meet with them 3 times over the last week (BTW, I didn't know that until after they had already met, because I didn't get their messages due to my dad being in the emergency room, and the mom exposed to the meningitis). Because I didn't supply them the requisite 3 copies and only emailed them a copy two hours before class, the team "leader" decided to email me reminders all yesterday morning. First of all, my section is completely independent of theirs, so they don't need to know what I'm going to say. Second, their priorities.....this INFORMAL presentation equals about 0.1% of our participation, which is about 15% of our overall grade. So that's 0.015% of our grade. PLEASE, people, perspective here. DO THEY NOT HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO DO???? my GOD!
The end results of all this is that I don't have meningitis. I thought I might have since I had a really bad cold with my head and neck was hurting so badly this last week, but it was just the attorney shoving her way up my ass. Once I removed her and shut up my annoying classmates, I was good. Still stuffy but not fatally contagious. :) Yay!!!
10.25.2006
8.22.2006
For all those who wanted me to blog these last few months, I just wanted to spare you the details, but you insisted. So here you are:
Absent boyfriend in war zone, running on three months and have three months more to go. Email doesn't work half the time and have talked to him twice since, two months ago.
Knee surgery and recuperation (aka daily hobbling pain--yes those are bruises to my ankles and elephantesque swelling. It took about two months for those to go away).
Physical therapy twice a week since January so that they can see just how much my knee hurts me.
Working and working and working, because it's my drug of choice.
Horrible idiots. At work and at play. You wonder why people shoot people.
Wedding by myself drunk.
Wedding by myself drunk.
Baby shower.
Allergies.
Demon dog. Dog that never sleeps. Dog that loves me.
What I have to look forward to:
3 hour long class on joint maritime operations. yay. Let's talk about Midway.
Bridal shower planned with bridezilla who happens NOT to be the bride.
Wedding by myself drunk.
Wedding by myself drunk.
Money funnelling far far away from me.
Working and working and working to get more money to get funnelled away.
Hopes for a debilitating accident so I can have another "vacation."
Absent boyfriend in war zone, running on three months and have three months more to go. Email doesn't work half the time and have talked to him twice since, two months ago.
Knee surgery and recuperation (aka daily hobbling pain--yes those are bruises to my ankles and elephantesque swelling. It took about two months for those to go away).
Physical therapy twice a week since January so that they can see just how much my knee hurts me.
Working and working and working, because it's my drug of choice.
Horrible idiots. At work and at play. You wonder why people shoot people.
Wedding by myself drunk.
Wedding by myself drunk.
Baby shower.
Allergies.
Demon dog. Dog that never sleeps. Dog that loves me.
What I have to look forward to:
3 hour long class on joint maritime operations. yay. Let's talk about Midway.
Bridal shower planned with bridezilla who happens NOT to be the bride.
Wedding by myself drunk.
Wedding by myself drunk.
Money funnelling far far away from me.
Working and working and working to get more money to get funnelled away.
Hopes for a debilitating accident so I can have another "vacation."
This is me.
Actually, it's how I feel I should look...grizzled and dazed, like a reclusive Russian math genius who turns down $100 million after figuring out how to prove that a donut can be morphed into a sphere without ripping it. Highly technical stuff, very profound, useless to a majority of the earth. And after this last month of running around to find out that I, a smidge of DOD, and too many lawyers, believe to be so important. But it's not. Not really. But it makes me feel so good, like bruise-poking, slapping-mosquito bites kind of good.
Actually, it's how I feel I should look...grizzled and dazed, like a reclusive Russian math genius who turns down $100 million after figuring out how to prove that a donut can be morphed into a sphere without ripping it. Highly technical stuff, very profound, useless to a majority of the earth. And after this last month of running around to find out that I, a smidge of DOD, and too many lawyers, believe to be so important. But it's not. Not really. But it makes me feel so good, like bruise-poking, slapping-mosquito bites kind of good.
8.16.2006
Nothing lifts me from blog silence like this:
George Allen Working that Stump with Racial Slurs
This man is a complete idiot. I've always held him in contempt, even more contempt than our current POTUS. And I am one of those "Southern Virginians"--who tried with all my might to keep him off the political scene, campaigning against him when he ran for governor, and disliking him as a Virginia delegate. And now the stupid masses have put him as Senator and he's revealed himself as the blatant racist red-faced countryboy jackass that he is.
George Allen Working that Stump with Racial Slurs
This man is a complete idiot. I've always held him in contempt, even more contempt than our current POTUS. And I am one of those "Southern Virginians"--who tried with all my might to keep him off the political scene, campaigning against him when he ran for governor, and disliking him as a Virginia delegate. And now the stupid masses have put him as Senator and he's revealed himself as the blatant racist red-faced countryboy jackass that he is.
5.10.2006
Can I mention again that I can't wait to have knee surgery? It seems like this long planned vacation, one where I won't have to bother with the work, the irritating people, and just get to lie around, relaxed.
Albeit, drug-induced relaxed. The kind of relaxed that doctor's are required to warn that you might not wake from. But still relaxing.
Albeit, drug-induced relaxed. The kind of relaxed that doctor's are required to warn that you might not wake from. But still relaxing.
5.05.2006
I wanna be like Jake
So, I feel like I've just wrastled with Heath Ledger for three months in a pup tent somewhere in Montana....exhausted, a little out of touch with the world, and really beaten up (in a good-for-me kind of way).
As of last posting I have:
-Published two reports for the agency--don't worry you won't find them on the web, they are *restricted* (aka might cause anarchy)
-Browbeat and terrorized the soul out of my idiot staff (OK, just the one idiot)
-Dealt with incredibly two unresponsive and obnoxious defense officials
-Made same two defense officials quit
-Been staffed to run another job (that's three at a time for the record) on something I know nothing about, but they "have faith" in me
-Finished final exam (mine warfare woohoo!) and research paper (how we should dismantle and defund the Department of Defense) for class
-Finished three presentations in class on stuff I know nothing about, but sound like I really do (let me tell you about defense intelligence and special forces.....)
-Went to pre-op physical therapy for the bum knee about a bazillion times in which they had me do too many hours on the stairmaster (hello! bum knee!) or balance on a half-deflated ball with my eyes closed while they chucked things at my head
In other words, I really hated my life this past month, but I was all "good for me" in the end. I didn't die NOR did I kill anyone. And nice things did happen:
-Had a wonderful birthday party--thanks, Munkeigh and K, makers of good food and cheesy psychedelic cake
-Went to Mellie's birthday party, complete with more cheese and pooh cake...yes, I said pooh
-Halfway moved wonderful boyfriend into my house (Yay! Living in sin!)
-Got cable (Bravo, MTV, and Discovery, how I've missed you so, these few years!)
-Trained pooch to not poop all over my house and be reasonably well-behaved
Now all I have to do is move the heavy furniture part of boyfriend in, one more presentation, one knee surgery, one oh-so-fun month in a leg brace, three weddings, two bridal showers, one (or maybe two) baby showers, and I'll be good to go for the year.
So, I feel like I've just wrastled with Heath Ledger for three months in a pup tent somewhere in Montana....exhausted, a little out of touch with the world, and really beaten up (in a good-for-me kind of way).
As of last posting I have:
-Published two reports for the agency--don't worry you won't find them on the web, they are *restricted* (aka might cause anarchy)
-Browbeat and terrorized the soul out of my idiot staff (OK, just the one idiot)
-Dealt with incredibly two unresponsive and obnoxious defense officials
-Made same two defense officials quit
-Been staffed to run another job (that's three at a time for the record) on something I know nothing about, but they "have faith" in me
-Finished final exam (mine warfare woohoo!) and research paper (how we should dismantle and defund the Department of Defense) for class
-Finished three presentations in class on stuff I know nothing about, but sound like I really do (let me tell you about defense intelligence and special forces.....)
-Went to pre-op physical therapy for the bum knee about a bazillion times in which they had me do too many hours on the stairmaster (hello! bum knee!) or balance on a half-deflated ball with my eyes closed while they chucked things at my head
In other words, I really hated my life this past month, but I was all "good for me" in the end. I didn't die NOR did I kill anyone. And nice things did happen:
-Had a wonderful birthday party--thanks, Munkeigh and K, makers of good food and cheesy psychedelic cake
-Went to Mellie's birthday party, complete with more cheese and pooh cake...yes, I said pooh
-Halfway moved wonderful boyfriend into my house (Yay! Living in sin!)
-Got cable (Bravo, MTV, and Discovery, how I've missed you so, these few years!)
-Trained pooch to not poop all over my house and be reasonably well-behaved
Now all I have to do is move the heavy furniture part of boyfriend in, one more presentation, one knee surgery, one oh-so-fun month in a leg brace, three weddings, two bridal showers, one (or maybe two) baby showers, and I'll be good to go for the year.
4.04.2006
Look Like a Munkeigh and Smell Like One Too
Vanilla cookies with a soothing undertone of bleach. Now that's a compliment.
Yay! I'm 30 today and I am leaving my crappy 20s in the dust. Am adopting the West Coast attitude of my boyfriend and not caring as much. So far, it's great. Got my final exam back from my grad school professor that I turned in 3 days late and still got a B, so who cares?
Also, can't wait until my party on Saturday, hosted by the M and her happy buddha. (Shown here). There will be much cheese and reveling. What more can I ask for?
Vanilla cookies with a soothing undertone of bleach. Now that's a compliment.
Yay! I'm 30 today and I am leaving my crappy 20s in the dust. Am adopting the West Coast attitude of my boyfriend and not caring as much. So far, it's great. Got my final exam back from my grad school professor that I turned in 3 days late and still got a B, so who cares?
Also, can't wait until my party on Saturday, hosted by the M and her happy buddha. (Shown here). There will be much cheese and reveling. What more can I ask for?
3.30.2006
OK, prepare yourself for obscurity.
"Argh!" I cry out into the dark like a streetlight's last breath. My dog smells like Fritos and my cabana boy isn't motivated enough to cabana. What do I have to do to change my world, my Hitleresque insides ask, without resorting to being me?
You know, sometimes, it's freeing to create bad prose.
"Argh!" I cry out into the dark like a streetlight's last breath. My dog smells like Fritos and my cabana boy isn't motivated enough to cabana. What do I have to do to change my world, my Hitleresque insides ask, without resorting to being me?
You know, sometimes, it's freeing to create bad prose.
3.21.2006
3.20.2006
My fingers smell like garlic.
Happy?
I've been pestered to blog more because the photo of the Children of the Corn has become tantamount to UN defined torture.
So here's my public apology--sorry, very busy, work kicking into high gear, worries about Hitler-esque attitude with stubborn doggy, all with a completely torn ACL in my right knee. It's a wonder that I can even stand--literally and figuratively. So sorry.
With all that said, what inspired me to blog was that I finally resolved to stop putting up with the shit that others and myself pull. I won't spend my weekend worrying about the week. I won't constantly shift my schedule and plans to fit others wants and needs. I won't ever ever again eat fast food. Well, at least for the next year. I won't let someone else's definition of a good life impact what I think of my life. I will stop putting off what I can do now (which I am by blogging, but starting right after I blog) by worries about the other stuff that I need to get done now. I won't care about what others think of me. I will stop gossiping and find something better to do. (Like read People magazine). I will communicate what I am feeling and tell people to fuck off more often. I will accept the attitude of Right to help the Left. I don't have to go to Church. I don't have to accept bad behavior. And finally, I won't put up with complaints about bullshit.
Yay.
Happy?
I've been pestered to blog more because the photo of the Children of the Corn has become tantamount to UN defined torture.
So here's my public apology--sorry, very busy, work kicking into high gear, worries about Hitler-esque attitude with stubborn doggy, all with a completely torn ACL in my right knee. It's a wonder that I can even stand--literally and figuratively. So sorry.
With all that said, what inspired me to blog was that I finally resolved to stop putting up with the shit that others and myself pull. I won't spend my weekend worrying about the week. I won't constantly shift my schedule and plans to fit others wants and needs. I won't ever ever again eat fast food. Well, at least for the next year. I won't let someone else's definition of a good life impact what I think of my life. I will stop putting off what I can do now (which I am by blogging, but starting right after I blog) by worries about the other stuff that I need to get done now. I won't care about what others think of me. I will stop gossiping and find something better to do. (Like read People magazine). I will communicate what I am feeling and tell people to fuck off more often. I will accept the attitude of Right to help the Left. I don't have to go to Church. I don't have to accept bad behavior. And finally, I won't put up with complaints about bullshit.
Yay.
