Monthly Archives: March 2008

I recommend the Almond Joy-tini.

Turns out I was right and my keyboard is done. Fried. Also, sticky! When I tried to press the keys this morning I was treated to a nice crunchy sound. So now I am using one stolen borrowed from an empty cubicle, which would be fine if it didn’t sound like machine gun fire every time I pressed the keys. Seriously, who makes a keyboard this loud?

Anyway. This weekend Matt and I went to Mohegan Sun (a casino in Connecticut, for the non-East coasters). The trip was a Christmas present from Matt’s parents, so we were there with them, his sister and her fiance, and his brother and his friend. Even though I am not a huge fan of gambling, I had a great time. Because do you know what it turns out I ama huge fan of? Martinis. I had many varieties, and while I know that they are not ‘real’ martinis, but rather the martini’s girly cousin, they are still excellent.

For the record, I am also a huge fan of winning sixty dollars while playing the penny slots. Yes, I know! Penny slots! Who knew they could be so awesome?

While I am not a fan of being at work today, I am thrilled to report that my company is currently holding a big sales meeting out in Las Vegas. Some might ask if I am disappointed not to be there. I would respond with a big HELL TO THE NO. The meeting might as well be held in the middle of nowhere, because even though they are in Las Vegas, I can also promise that they are in a world of suck. And I am quite happy that I am here, and they are there, because literally almost every person that I work with is out of the office. This leaves me 3 glorious days to catch up on real live work instead of days full of meetings and getting more work thrown at me.

It also means that I got a GREAT parking space this morning. Wahoo.

In my last bit of news, I think I’ve mentioned before that Matt has a bearded dragon as a pet? Oscar is fine as lizards go – he doesn’t require much in the way of care, and while he may not be a cuddly creature, he is vaguely cute in a miniaturized Jurassic Park kind of way. Well, yesterday we returned home to find him sitting on top of his cage! We have no idea how he got there, or how long he has had the ability to crawl out the top (it closes, but there is a teeny tiny gap where his heat lamp clamps on to the tank).

I theorize that he got out and had some kind of grand adventure while we were gone. I don’t know how much grand adventure a bearded dragon could have in our basement, but I suppose it has something to do with the catching and eating of bugs. Not as good as a martini, but at least he had a fun Saturday night, right?

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And the pleasant aroma of French Vanilla fills the air.

First thing this morning, I spilled an entire, extra-large cup of coffee onto my desk.

Actually, ‘spilled’ would not be the most accurate description. More like – used my elbow to send the cup of coffee flying with an previously unheard of amount of force, causing a deluge of java to flow onto every surface of my desk.

My laptop, secure in its docking station, remains unharmed. My precious wireless keyboard on the other hand… well, let’s just say that when I picked it up, it was dripping. Also, I just smelled it, and it reeks of coffee. I don’t think that this bodes well for its survival.

It just better be time for the weekend soon, is all I’m sayin’.

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Vent it, baby.

I know that I hate change, and that could surely be part of it, but may I just state for the record that this adapting to a new boss thing? It, well, it completely and totally blows.

Seriously, woman, you either be up my ass or you can leave me the hell alone but YOU CAN NOT HAVE IT BOTH WAYS.

Oh, AND? You should probably have an idea of what the hell I’m working on. That is, after all, why I give a detailed project list every damn week. MAYBE IF YOU READ IT YOU WOULD HAVE SOME FREAKING CLUE.

And I know, I know that you are very nice, and that I can learn a lot from you, and that you are just figuring out this new job of yours, but there is only so much patience that a girl can have, you know. I’m trying my best to roll with the punches, but it turns out that I am not just a very roll with the punches kind of person. Perhaps the color coded file folders should have given you a clue to that.

Gah. Someone please tell me that it will get better. Because deep down, I know that it will. Change is hard. Change takes time. But right now, all I see is a very frustrated me.

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If you are going to set limits, you should make sure that they are not arbitrary ones.

So Matt got the offer for that new job yesterday but he did not officially accept until this morning. Last night when we were talking it over to make sure that he 100% wanted to accept, I made a comment that this will put us into a new ‘household income’ bracket. This only came up because I was filling out a feedback form/survey thing that asked for this information, and you know those bracket things are pretty much always the same.

At this point, Matt’s face lit up and he leaned forward excitedly. “You know,” he said, “you said that once we made over $X, we could get a dog.”

“I did not say that. You are lying.”

But no – he proceeded to recount every detail of the converstaion, including where I was sitting and what shirt I was wearing when I said it.

This from a guy who can’t remember to pick his damn shoes up off the floor, or that the cabinet needs to be closed after he opens it to get a glass. I guess he really wants a dog.

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Blog? What blog?

Look, I know I’ve been really terrible at updating these last few weeks. The truth is, not a lot’s been happening – at least, not a lot that is worthy of an entire blog post. However, maybe some of these little postletts will make up something worthy of the publish button:

Cute dresses: When it rains, it pours

So I went shopping this weekend for the first time in a pretty long time. I mean serious shopping. Not browsing the racks for .2 seconds while Matt taps his foot impatiently. Not trying things on knowing that I have six dollars to my name so there is no chance in hell that I will be buying the item of clothing that is currently adorning my body.

I mean serious. Shopping. I mean hauling my loot into the dressing room and trying on what seems like half the store. I mean trying on 3 different sizes to figure out which one actually fits. (The hell? I mean, I know I shouldn’t expect consistency across different stores, but you’d think that within one store I could find a number and STICK WITH IT.) I mean spending some of my hard-earned cash (along with coupons, of course, because six dollars wasn’t that far off, and lest I wish to be in that situation again I better be careful).

Here is what I ended up with:

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From Banana Republic – not linking because they are on sale and the link is sure to be dead soon, so if you want one get it quick!

I also got the following dress at ATL, along with a pair of jeans. I don’t know why I have never considered jeans from ATL before, since so much of their other stuff fits me well, but this was the first time it dawned on me to try them on. It went well. But, on to cute dresses:

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This one is not available in petite, but it actually worked out very well, considering that I do not need my dresses to be that short. No siree, I will keep my leg showing to the knee and below portion only, please.

And lastly, I got a dress at Express. They don’t seem to have it on their site, but it looks very similar to this one (picture is from ATL):

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I was also reminded why I rarely, if ever, shop at Express, because OMG THE TWEENS. They are taking over this earth. Save yourself from their glitter lip gloss, BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE.

Dressing rooms: DO YOU HAVE NO DECENCY?

When I was at the mall on Saturday, Banana Republic was one of the last places I visited. This mall is always crowded, so I wasn’t surprised that I had to wait for a dressing room. I WAS, however, surprised when the door to one of the occupied dressing rooms opened, and the girl inside invitied her boyfriend inside to ‘take a look at her outfit’. As he entered, the room next to that one opened up, so I went in to try on the purple dress.

And I was in there but 15 seconds before I heard, um… sounds. Sounds that should never eminate from the dressing room at Banana Republic, and, I mean, I’m no prude, but my EARS. They will never be the same.

Jobs: New ones – yay!

Matt called me a little while ago to say that he got an offer from this company that he had been interviewing with!! This is great news. He’s been unhappy with his current job for a little while, and then his old boss from his college co-op called him and – bam! New job, closer to our house, better pay, better long term opportunities, etc. It’s all very exciting, and the biggest benefit is to ME in that I won’t have to deal with his post road-rage ‘tude anymore.

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Has it really been that long since I’ve posted?

Wow. I didn’t think it had been that long, but it appears I was wrong. It’s not that I don’t care about blogging anymore, but a new love has taken over my life.

Vacation planning – I am a woman obsessed.

You see, we are going to California for two weeks in July. (Yes, July. I am a little early, hence the use of the word OBSESSED.) The main reason for the trip is to attend Liz’s wedding, and while obviously that is important to me, this is also an excuse for us to take a nice long vacation.

So on Sunday Matt and I tried to go skiing, but after one run down what amounted to a SOLID SHEET OF ICE, we promptly returned to the ski lodge and said no, thanks, please to not be skiing today. (We have passes that allow us a certain number of ski-days per season, and we have one day left, so hopefully this weekend the snow machines will be a-running and things will be much better. Also, this weekend I will be CALLING the mountain before making the hour drive, because the ski report on the mountain’s site was not so much helpful as DEAD WRONG.)

After returning home, I started kind of casually browsing online to look up some vacation information. This turned into approximately 6+ hours of intensive Vacation Research, complete with spreadsheets, file folders, and COLOR CODING.

Does acknowledging that I’m crazy make it any better?

I know that it really doesn’t sound that way based on the way I described it, but for me this kind of research is actually really FUN. I like to look at my options, and I like to know that I am not going to come home after a vacation and wish that I had only known about this great thing to go do/see. I like to find bargains, and make sure that I can stay within our budget, which also makes it especially important to research, since I do not have buckets of money sitting around to re-visit places because I’ve missed something.

When it comes to vacation planning, Matt has two options:

Me: “You can either be Involved or you can be Not Involved.”

Matt: “Does Involved include color coding things? Because if it does than I think I know my answer.”

Me: “Possibly, but you should know the rules before you make your decision.”

Matt: “There are RULES now?”

Me: “Yes. The rules are as follows. If you choose to be Involved, then you need to compare different options with me, and you need to have an opinion and discuss it with me, and you need to tell me what you want to do and where you want to go and how much you are willing to pay, and you need to care about things like the location and menu of the bed and breakfast in Napa.”

Matt: “Say no more…”

Me: “WAIT! You should also know that that if you choose to be Not Involved, then you will simply show up when and where I tell you to, and while your preferences will be taken into account while the Involved person is planning, you do not get to make any negative comments about anything. Any negative comments will be taken as negativity towards the Planner herself, who will not appreciate the comments, and then you may find yourself sleeping on the floor of what is sure to be a very excellent bed and breakfast. So you should consider that.”

Matt: “… You’re crazy. Now go back to planning and leave me out of it. And, uh, I’m sure whatever you plan will be wonderful.”

So far I have a list of activities a mile long, and I know that we’ll be spending 4 nights in San Francisco, followed by 3 nights in Napa, followed by 4 nights in Palo Alto (for the wedding). I’ve booked the Napa and Palo Alto hotels, and I think I’ve decided on which one I want for San Francisco.

And I’m actually glad that I started early, because we’ll be there over 4th of July, which is a really busy time, and July in general is prime vacation time out there. Since we know that I must have Choices so that I can Weigh Options, it’s good to start early. Plus, all of this planning makes me feel like we are actually much closer to leaving on a jet plane than we actually are.

What say you? Any vacation planning tips? Anything you want to recommend for us to do/see when we are there? Chances are that I’ve already researched it and filed it and color coded it, but there’s always a possibility that something slipped by me. It’s a slim possibility, to be sure, but I’d still love your input.

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