Oh Sunny Day

So I guess the boy has sufficiently redeemed himself by apologizing profusely and proclaiming that he had every intention of cleaning it up, but was then distracted by the fact that our stupid upstairs toilet wouldn’t stop running again. So he fixed that but forgot to clean up the spilled water. I suppose that in boyfriend points that leaves him about even.


I just got back from eating lunch outside, and man, was it hard to come back in to work. This is why I say that I could never live somewhere without seasons – because I would miss having this type of appreciation for a nice sunny day. After winter has kicked my ass for like the millionth time, it’s nice to think that nice weather is coming. I think if I lived somewhere that had this type of weather all the time, it would become “Eh. It’s nice out. Again.” instead “OMG I CAN ACTUALLY SEE SUNLIGHT AND I CAN WALK AROUND WITHOUT A PARKA AND SNOW BOOTS YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”


Speaking of sunlight, does anyone have a recommendation for a good moisturizer that includes SPF? I’m fine with slathering my very fair-skinned face and body with sunscreen (SPF = ONE ZILLION) when I am going for an outing in the sun, but I’d like to eat lunch outside without coming back into work with a nice tinge of pink. I know that I could use some type of sunscreen before putting on lotion/make-up in the morning, but that seems like a lot of work when companies so helpfully combine two products in one for the lazy folks like me.

I’ve tried some drugstore brands in the past with limited success – I guess the best of all of them was Aveeno; I used both the calming and the ‘radiant’ ones. They were, ok, I guess, but then I had a taste of the Sephora Kool-aid and started using the Philosophy line of products. And I love them, and my fickle, blotchy, combination skin has been happier than it’s been in years. Only one problem – my beloved Hope in a Jar doesn’t include SPF.

Philosophy does make a moisturizer with SPF, but it’s for ‘aging skin’ and I don’t think I qualify. I’m especially reluctant to use it in the summer, when I definitely don’t need something heavy clogging my pores. The Sephora ladies tried to convince me that it would be OK, so maybe I’ll ask for a sample, but I’d like to find an alternative if possible. I don’t mind paying a semi-decent amount of money if something can tame my skin into submission AND prevent sun damage. (Semi-decent = about what I would pay for Hope in a Jar, I’m not made of money).

What say you? Any brilliant recommendations?



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Shit List

Dearest darlingest Matthew,

This morning you woke up when my alarm went off, and immediately freaked out because YOUR alarm had not gone off. You reached over for your phone (which, by the way, is a complete piece of crap but you keep using it because you are simply too lazy to get a new one from Verizon, who will give you a new one FOR FREE) and apparently something was wrong with it because after several attempts at removing the battery and putting it back in, you threw it against the wall.

I do not think that this is appropriate behavior. I do not think it is appropriate behavior AT ALL.

But do you know what I think is even LESS APPROPRIATE? The fact that after you left for work and after I got out of the shower, I discovered the reason for the broken phone. Yes, I figured out that you had spilled a cup of water on your night stand. A night stand that was VERY EXPENSIVE, and that is one of the few pieces of furniture in our house that is not 1) a hand me down from some relative, 2) a Craig’s List find, or 3) from Target. Do you perhaps understand now why I repeatedly ask you not to leave cups of water so close to the edge of your nightstand, where an errant limb or pillow could easily knock it over? This was a long time coming, buster, since you have the sleeping habits of an untamed rhesus monkey on speed.

So, fine, anyway, spills happen, and I’ve spilled things before, and that’s not to mention how many dishes I’ve broken in the last week alone (count: 4) so I can be a little bit understanding. But what I absolutely CANNOT UNDERSTAND is why you thought it was acceptable to leave for work without cleaning up the spill. DId you think that it would be great for our VERY EXPENSIVE NON HAND-ME-DOWN/CRAIG’S LIST/TARGET nightstand to get warped and damaged? Did you think that the cleaning fairies would clean up after you?

I have news for you, buddy. This is NOT. OK. AT. ALL. So, clean up after yourself, go to the Verizon store after work and get a new (FREE) phone, and perhaps consider apologizing to a certain someone. Flowers would work nicely.




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I also went grocery shopping and saw a movie, but those are the less exciting parts of the weekend.

People, this weekend I made a major discovery. And that’s funny, because it was on the Discovery channel! Ha! Have you ever seen Deadliest Catch? There was a marathon of it on this weekend in preparation for the Brand! New! Season! starting on Tuesday.

When I tell you I was completely hooked, that is an absolute understatement. I stared slack-jawed at the TV for a good 4 hours straight on Saturday afternoon, and I couldn’t tear myself away. Then I started frantically recording episodes to watch later because WHAT IF I MISSED SOMETHING? I’m a little bit obsessed with the Discovery channel, namely Dirty Jobs and Mythbusters, and that’s not to mention my extreme and undying love for Bear Grylls. However, I hadn’t really seen Deadliest Catch before, but don’t worry, because that situation has officially been remedied.

If you haven’t seen it, you should consider watching this season. The show follows fisherman in the Bering Sea as they try to make craploads of money in a short period of time by risking their lives to go out and fish. It’s way cooler than I’m making it sound, and what drew me in was the fact that it’s got a little bit of everything – these guys are tough, and sometimes they’re mean, but they are also funny and kind of warm-hearted despite their gruffness, and they work harder than I can even imagine. You will find yourself rooting for all of them.

I also recorded the behind-the-scenes episode, and I’m actually dying to watch it the very second that I get home from work, because I really want to know how they film this stuff. I mean, what kind of training do these camera-men and sound guys have to go through? How many of them are on the boat? Do they get along with the fishermen? THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME.


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Good Enough

I’ve been feeling kind of mopey this week, just kind of crabby and maybe even a little bit sad. Nothing specific has happened, but, I don’t know, did you ever get the feeling that no matter what you do, nothing will ever be good enough?

I’ve lost weight in the past year, and yet, when I go shopping to find some work-appropriate attire that actually fits instead of falling off my body, all I can think is I still don’t look good. Instead of feeling proud that I literally NEED to buy some new pants, lest I want my co-workers to get an unexpected glimpse of my pink polka-dot underwear, I berate myself for not looking perfect in whatever I am trying on. And don’t even get me started about my ill-fated bathing suit shopping experience a few weeks back. Four words: Dressing. Room. Melt. Down.

I’ve cracked down on my budget, too – planning better for expenses, actually saving a decent amount each and every month, paying off debt. I’ve had some unexpected income and have made significant progress in changing my attitude about spending. And yet – I feel defeated. I think ‘if only’. If only I had planned better when I was in college. If only I hadn’t had to pay for this or that. If only, if only…

I’m making a lot of progress toward a healthier lifestyle. In the past, I’ve been a fan of the ‘all junk food and no exercise, please’ way of life. Now, I eat fruits and vegetables every day. I don’t crave junk food. I am shocked when I think about what I used to eat on a regular basis. I exercise somewhat regularly, and I’ve found things that I actually enjoy instead of dread, like pilates and dancing. But I still don’t feel like it’s enough.

I’m well-respected at work and I’m damn good at my job. I’ve been promoted, and I’ve received awards. And yet, when I sit in a meeting and don’t know the answer to something, all I can think is, “You idiot.”

I don’t know why I can’t be happy with myself and content with where I am and what I’ve done. Is this the curse of being a self-motivated person? I’ve never needed anyone to put pressure on me to do anything, because I put enough of it on myself. But is it too much? Will I spend the rest of my life constantly feeling like I need to be better and smarter? I don’t want to do that. What’s the use of working this hard if I can’t enjoy it?

Blah. Being all sullen and moody really isn’t my thing. So here’s a little funny story to end an otherwise grouchy post:

Many of you may not know that in New Jersey, it is illegal to pump your own gas. Every gas station is full service. Being from NJ, I did not pump my own gas until after college (as I didn’t have a car when I was in college). I really don’t enjoy it – I hate when the pump is broken, or the machine doesn’t read my card, and of course it’s always freezing as you are standing trying to get some juice for your car. But, whatever, it’s just one of life’s small annoyances and I deal with it.

Well, on Easter Sunday, Matt and I were going to his parent’s house. I was driving and as usual, I had no gas, so we had to stop on the way. I go to this gas station all the time, because it’s really convenient. So I pull up to the pump, and go to get my gas. The thing pumps about 2 gallons worth and then – gas starts spewing out of the side of the nozzle thingie! Yikes! So, I don’t know about you, but MY immediate reaction was to scream at the top of my lungs and make the thing stop as fast as I could. (It’s pretty embarassing that I would scream in this situation, but, you know what? I’m a girl and I’m allowed to act like one sometimes.)

After the scream, Matt got out of the car to see what was going on, and I told him, and he went inside to tell the gas station man while I went wiped gas off the side of my car (I don’t really know why I did that, but it seemed like the right thing to do). Then, I went to the gross gas station bathroom to wash my hands. (Now we’re getting to the good part.) When I came out of the bathroom, Matt was talking to a police officer! I came over to find out what was going on, and the man told me that he was parked next to the gas station and he heard me scream and got concerned!

How embarassing. Now, not only am I a stupid Jersey Girl who can’t pump gas properly, but I scream about it and now have to explain to a cop that no, Matt wasn’t beating me, I am just an idiot. Sometimes I even amaze myself.


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Found cleaning

I know I make it sound like I’m a crazy neat-freak, but I’m not really. I am into organization – but that can mean anything; different people are organized in different ways. And really I only care about organizing the things I can see and the things I use frequently. If I can’t find a schedule or document that I need, that makes me mad. But if I have stuff that I need to keep, but that I don’t need to use frequently, I’m much less likely to organize it.

At work, I am definitely organized, but in my line of work, a lot of stuff just accumulates – proposals, meeting notes, samples of things I’ve worked on, samples from vendors trying to sell me stuff, invoices, copies of invoices, files for all of the projects I am working on and have worked on, etc. I can live with this for the most part, and I try not to keep things that I don’t really need, but every once in a while it gets to be too much and I go on a cleaning binge.

Today I went on just such a binge (this was also prompted by the coffee incident from last week and a lingering need to ensure that things were not going to start growing or smelling or anything at some point in the future). I found some pretty funny things while cleaning, so I thought I would immortalize them for my blog friends.


Ah, the post-it. One of life’s most useful office supply. Perfect for writing down notes that months from now will mean absolutely nothing to you. Take for example:

Coupon % decimal point MORON

Moron is written in all caps and underlined 3 times. I wonder who the moron was. Was I the moron? Another good one:

Call me right now OR ELSE

Left by a co-worker who apparently thought that vague threats were the best way to get the job done. (I brought this over to him and we got a good laugh.) And lastly:

Call Joe # 732 – Where is Indiana?

I actually remember that I wrote this not because I didn’t know where Indiana was, but because I needed to know which division of the company it is in, so that I could forward the message to the right person. But it’s still pretty funny.


One of those gummy hamburger shaped candies (individually wrapped). What the hell? Those are gross; I would never purchase one. My only guess is that it came in a holiday gift basket from a vendor and was discarded as unwanted.

Leaves from a plant that I killed months ago, found underneath a pile of stuff on a shelf.

A packet of hand-warmers. ???

Amazing the things you find when you clean, huh.


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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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