Remember to put house phone on the charger before you leave the house instead of walking out the door with it still clipped to your waistband. Any time you may save by not making a separate trip back upstairs for the phone will be wasted by the trip you have to make back inside just to put the damn phone away.
August 2006 Archives
Once again, I woke up exhausted, and once again, I have our neighbors to thank for this. 10 pm is not the time to play your music loud with the bass up. I feel so old saying that, but c'mon, people. Have a little consideration.
I tried Yogi Tea's Black Chai, and like the green tea, it was okay, but not as good as the Indian Classic Spice.
I'm going to borrow the friendship quotes Mike found a while back:
Samuel Johnson: There can be no friendship without confidence, and no confidence without integrity.
Robert Louis Stevenson: We are all travelers in the wilderness of the world, and the best that we can find in our travels is an honest friend.
Martin Luther King, Jr.: In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Margaret Guenther: [W]e all need friends with whom we can speak of our deepest concerns, and who do not fear to speak the truth in love to us.
Henry David Thoreau: True friendship can afford true knowledge. It does not depend on darkness and ignorance.
Alice Walker: No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.
Everything that's happened this month has left me re-evaluating things. I take on a lot of things, sometimes stretching myself too thin, so I'm trying to choose what I put effort into, and I'm tired of putting effort relationships that aren't productive. If someone isn't going to be honest, then there's no point in being friends with them. Why put effort into a friendship with someone I don't trust? If someone isn't going to have time for me, again, I feel there's no point in maintaining the friendship. Yeah, people get busy and things come up - I get that. I'm not perfect, nor do I expect my friends to be. I do, however, expect them to be honest and interested in our friendship. I do not have time for superficial friends. If I'm going to invest time in a friendship, it's going to be a meaningful one.
I heard some BLS on Squizz this morning. I'd never heard of them before I met Mike, but they're slowly becoming one of my favorite bands. Maybe it's because I've been wearing my BLS shirt so much lately.
And once again, I'm dragging. Last night wasn't as late as the night before, but I still don't feel like I got enough sleep. It was a great night though. Mike and I played the multi-player mode on Guitar Hero after we got home from work and as usual, he kicked my ass. I'm getting better though. He took a break after a while, but I played until it was time to leave for wing night. We met some people, had some wings (or a wrap, in my case), and afterwards, Tyler and Amy came over to play Guitar Hero, which was a blast. After they went home, Mike and I got ready for bed and worked on a crossword before going to sleep.
After the tasty Indian Classic Spice Tea, I had high hopes for the Simply Green Tea. I just finished it, and while it's not bad, it's nothing special either. It tastes like every other green tea I've had.
When Mir wrote about Yogi Tea on Want Not about a month ago, I thought it sounded interesting so I requested some free samples. I got them in the mail on Saturday, and I actually remembered to bring the two decaf ones in to work this morning. I tried the Classic India Spice Tea first. It smells like it should be sweet, but it's not. The other spices balance out the cinnamon taste nicely. Next up, the Simply Green Tea.
Someone brought in doughnuts again, but I succumbed to a glazed chocolate one this time. Tasty!
What a slow morning. Mike and I didn't get to bed until late last night (thank you, loud neighbors) which made it hard to get out of bed this morning. I don't even remember hearing the alarm go off the first time. I've got laundry to put away and dishes to load in the dishwasher, but I'm seriously considering crawling back in bed.
My MyFi was in my purse all along. I didn't realize this until after I got home this afternoon, but it wouldn't have made a difference anyways since the battery was dead. I need to get a charger for it to keep at work too so I can listen to it during the day and still have juice for the ride home.
The building I work in has excellent AC so I keep a sweatshirt at my desk for when it gets too cold. I took it home over the weekend to wash, and it's nice and clean now. Too bad I forgot to bring it back in with me. Brrrr.
My MyFi is still sitting on the desk in our room where I forgot it this morning, which meant that my ride in was much quieter than usual. I'm not looking forward to the ride home.
The title pretty much says it all. It was a great weekend. We left the house twice - once to run to Best Buy Friday night for some computer stuff and then again on Saturday to get haircuts. While we were at Best Buy we picked up American Psycho, Van Wilder, Will Ferrell's second SNL dvd, and the second season of Will & Grace. We watched Land of the Dead and more of the first season of Will & Grace before going to bed. Saturday was spent watching the Godfather trilogy, with a couple of Will & Grace episodes in between to give me a break from the bleak stuff, and after the last Godfather movie, we ended the night with more Will & Grace. Sunday was a mix of working and watching more tv shows. While Mike did some work for his clients, I did some laundry and worked on some other house-related things, and in between, we watched some of the first season of Deadwood and some of the second season of Will & Grace. The only reason I put clothes on at all on Sunday was to take the puppies out, and even then I had to borrow Mikes shirt once and his shorts another time. There was lots of laughing and being goofy, ham sandwiches, pudding, drinks, snuggling, tickling, talking, and consideration. There was no fast food/restaurants, scaring, fighting, puppy accidents, drama, migraines, or waking up early.
Except it's not really a mystery, and they're not really missing. I just never owned them. I've been re-reading all my Nancy Drew books, and in the process I discovered that I don't have two of them: #24 - The Clue In The Old Album, and #29 - The Mystery At The Ski Jump.
Mike and I watched the Godfather trilogy yesterday, and I really enjoyed the movies. There were plenty of parts I covered my eyes for, but what else is new?
I made taquitos last night, and they turned out great. The ones I made earlier in the week weren't bad, but they weren't as good as the ones last night. I fried the tortillas longer and wrapped them a little tighter which made quite a difference in the finished product.
I'm getting tired of waking up before the alarm clock goes off. Today I woke up to the sound of a dog horking. It was Max, and since she was the one right beside me, I was able to grab her before she threw up on the bed, but that doesn't change the fact that dog barf is not something I want to wake up to.
The good: someone brought in doughnuts this morning, but I managed to make it through the day without inhaling any.
The bad: I left one of my favorite lip gloss pots in my car and didn't discover it until after work. It all melted and leaked out onto the passenger seat though, so now I need to get another one. Dammit.
I just dropped the same eye shadow twice in less than 10 seconds. This does not bode well for the rest of the day. And I wasn't even trying to get the eyeshadow out of my makeup bag - I just wanted my clippers so I could get rid of a hangnail.
I woke up before the alarm went off this morning with one of the worst migraines I've had in a long time. My medicine didn't kick in quickly like it usually does, and every time Mike got up, I mentally crossed my fingers and hoped that he was getting up to hit the snooze button because I just was not ready to get out of bed yet. During one of the snoozes he rubbed my head which made the pain go away...until he stopped rubbing, at which point the headache crept back. It was a little less painful after that, but since I was still pretty miserable, Mike told me to take it easy and that he'd take care of packing lunch, etc. He rubbed my head again before he left, which helped even more that time, and then I curled up with the puppies and tried to go to back to sleep while praying for my medicine to finally start working. It must have kicked in at some point, because when the alarm clock went off at 5:45, I felt great. I'm hoping things stay that way.
I have a crush on John Mayer after listening to him on Ron and Fez's show yesterday. I'm still not a huge fan of his music, but he seems pretty interesting.
N and I did a lot of cooking last night. He helped me chop lots of onions (I think his favorite part of the whole thing might have been using my Pampered Chef cutter), press several cloves of garlic, and brown and drain 12 pounds of ground turkey. I love cooking, but it's definitely nice to have some company and help while I'm doing it. He went to play DOA 4 after we were done with the ground turkey, and Z came into the kitchen asking if I'd ever made homemade pizza. He's of the opinion that mine would be pretty good, especially if I use the red sauce that I've been making lately. My new mission is to find a good pizza dough recipe so I can give it a try and see if my pizza lives up to expectations. He also asked if I had any sites and commented that I should put my recipes online, so if you see a recipe link on the sidebar sometime soon, thank him.
Sure enough, I didn't even think about charging my iPod last night, but I did grab the adapter and charger on my way out this morning. I even remember to bring a spoon for my yogurt and/or pudding. This must mean I've forgotten something else, which is an uncomfortable feeling. I do remember that I have a doctor's appointment today, so at least my sinuses will be covered.
How many times do I have to tell myself never leave home without a spoon before it'll sink in? And if I can't remember to keep my iPod charged, I'll have to start taking the cord and adapter with me every-freaking-where, because when I need my iPod at work, I don't want to see the battery indicator in the red.
We didn't get a paper yesterday or this morning, so I called a few minutes ago to see what was going on. Apparently one of our neighbors called in and requested that they stop delivering our paper because there were six piled up on the porch and they (the neighbors) were worried that we might be on vacation or something. I'm irritated by this for a couple of reasons. 1) There were not, and never have been, six papers on our porch. Even when we were at Ozzfest last weekend my brother brought the papers in for us, so no pile-up there. At most there have been two papers at one time outside, but that's happened maybe twice since we've been living there. 2) Why wouldn't someone from the paper call to check on the status before stopping the paper? Wouldn't that be a good idea so they don't stop a paper unnecessarily? 3) Even if they didn't call before stopping the paper, it would've been nice to have a call after so we'd know what the hell was going on. 4) Why, exactly, would my neighbors call about a paper that hasn't been piling up? I could understand if we'd been letting the papers collect for days, but since that wasn't the case, I'm more than a little mystified by the phone call and the six-paper claim.
What a nice, lazy weekend. There was lots of sleeping and snuggling, cigars and champagne, a new axle for my car, pool with friends Saturday night, and F-Troop, the Aristocrats, pizza, and nacho dip with friends on Sunday.
In other news, my BLS shirt is still my current favorite a) because of the band, b) because it fits perfectly, and c) because it's so damn comfortable.
You can't kill Bo. You can only make him mad.
Also, Miss Doxie is a genius.
Mike and I went to see Talladega Nights last Saturday with my other mother and one of my other brothers, and I really enjoyed the movie, especially the part with the cougar. Hee.
We'd picked up a bunch of dvds while we were killing time before the movie, and we've spent a good part of the past week watching them. Monday we watched The Wedding Crashers, Elf, and Anchorman, and Tuesday was Mallrats.
The Wedding Crashers was good, although different from what I expected. The wedding crashing montage early on is what I thought the bulk of the movie was going to be about, so that was a bit surprising, but Vince Vaughn's character is really what made the whole movie for me. Also, this is the first movie I've ever liked Christopher Walkin in.
Elf and Anchorman were both good, and I'm turning into quite a Will Ferrell fan. Who knew?
Mallrats was much, much funnier than I expected it to be, and now I'm looking forward to seeing more of Kevin Smith's movies.
I love it when Mike shaves in the mornings. I love kissing him goodbye and smelling the shave gel/aftershave combination on his skin, I love the way I can still smell a trace of those scents after he's left, and I really love the way his freshly-shaved skin feels - all soft and velvety to my fingertips.
What a great time. We got there around 10:45 - 11ish and the first thing we did was pick up some shirts. That was good because there was no line whatsoever and we had our choice of shirts/sizes, but it also sucked because we had to carry the shirts around all day. After that we went and browsed around to see what there was. The only ones I can remember right now are the Brother's Grimm sideshow, a Monster truck, the second stage, several concession stands, lots of vendors, an FYE booth (which would later become one of Mike's favorite parts of Ozzfest), a booth from one of the local radio stations, but there were others I'm forgetting, I'm sure.
Once we'd seen what there was, we went to one of the concession stands to get some food for Mike, and he was thrilled to discover that they were also selling Sam Adams summer ale. We sat in the shade for a little bit then went back to the see the sideshow. The wait to get in was longer than I'd have liked, but I'd never seen one of those before, and it was well worth the wait. There was a fire eater, a sword swallower, and a burlesque show, among other things. (The burlesque show? Awesome. It was right up there with the sword swallowing as one of the highlights of the day.) Some friends of ours were going to Ozzfest as well, and earlier we'd commented that there was no way we'd see them there because of all the people, but as it turned out, we ran into them in the sideshow tent. At a couple points during the show I started to feel sick, so I spent a third of it crouched down with my head down so I didn't throw up or faint. I'd thought the heat was oppressive outside while we were standing in line, but when we got back outside after the show, it felt great. We grabbed something to drink and went to sit in the shade again until I started to feel better.
I started feeling better after a chicken sandwich, some Gatorade, and lots of water, so we began making our way to the second stage for Black Label Society's show (as we were passing through the fence we ran into our friends again (that'll teach me not to say that we won't find someone because of the crowd!). I'd never seen them play before and I was pretty impressed with the show. Zakk Wylde has great stage presence, and I knew all of the songs they played (my favorite, of course, was "Fire It Up"). At one point during their show, Mike put me up on his shoulders so I could get pictures from above people's heads. While we were watching the show, people passed us with various injuries - one guy had blood smeared all across his torso, although he didn't appear to be bleeding himself, and another guy passed by with an awful-looking black eye that covered most of one side of his face. Ozzy was playing right after BLS, but we decided to go back the shade and sit, and as we were making our way out of the fenced-in-area that housed the second stage, we passed a long line at the FYE booth. A look at the sign in front of the booth showed that the line was people waiting to get stuff signed from one of the bands, and after a closer look, we realized that BLS had pre-signed posters, so Mike pre-ordered their new cd and got a signed poster as well. This and seeing BLS play were probably the two highlights of the day for him.
We sat in the grass for a little bit, chilling, listening to Ozzy's set, and watching the people mill around, and then we decided that we really didn't want to wait the four hours until Disturbed started playing, so, after another stop by the apparel stands, we left to go to the hotel.
On the way to the hotel, we decided to stop and get something to eat before checking in, so we went to Uno's. I haven't had pizza from Uno's since I started my new job, so I wanted to get that, but my extra-cheese, extra-sauce, and olive pizza came out with a shitload of onions as well. I like cooking with onions, but since I'm still not to the point where I like them on my burgers or pizzas, etc., I sent it back. The waiter was extremely apologetic and had the manager come apologize to me as well, and when the replacement pizza came out, it was just as I had requested, although it didn't taste as good as I remember it tasting before. We talked briefly about going to the movies, but ended up going back to the hotel to shower instead, with the plan of going back out later if we felt like it.
Mike and I hopped in the shower as soon as we got to the hotel and then settled down to chill. We watched the last part of Dodgeball (which is why I am currently in love with Vince Vaughn), and spent the rest of the night relaxing. I'd been spraying sunscreen liberally all day, so the only pink spots on me were my forehead and my chest from where I'd changed into a tank top midway through the day, but Mike's face was bright pink with white spots where his sunglasses had been.
Mike woke up early the next morning wanting eggs, so we went to Denny's while it was pouring rain. When he'd had his eggs, pancakes, and sausage and I'd had my French toast, eggs, and bacon (mmm), we went back to the hotel and crashed, again. The next time we woke up, we were ready to check out, so we packed everything up and started the drive home.
Tonight was perfect. We skipped the gym and did our own thing in the house for a while before settling down to watch Columbo, and I wish I'd thought to take a picture, because Mike looked awesome (hair - perfectly spiky, yet non-gelled looking; eyes - melty; face - perfectly shadow-scruffed, but not scratchy; outfit - darkish jeans + white tshirt = hothothot). These are the moments where, as he puts it, I want to wrap him up and keep him at home, all to myself. There was lots of laughing, drinking, cuddling and snuggling, and I wish that I could etch every single moment in my memory so it never fades. It's nice to remember that it was a good evening, but I want more - I want to be able to remember WHY it was so great. I can't put into words how good it feels to have such a wonderful evening with such a wonderful person and knowing that we have the rest of our lives to have more evenings like this one. Moosh.
