11.30.2008
11.28.2008
seriously
how can people live life online without ad blocker plus for firefox?? i never even knew all these ads existed because my computer filters them out! thats the price you pay for not bringing the laptop i guess.
fyi
my mom has invited jon's parents over to join the fam for food tonight on this, jon's mom's most important shopping day. and my camera is running out of batteries already. damn new camera and its fun-to-push buttons.
11.27.2008
11.26.2008
friday finds
friday has come early for me this week due to the holiday- we'll be driving to indy right after work so hopefully the day will fly by. but... i love wednesday jeans day and office manager ordering free pizza for everyone!!!! yeah bitches! and nearly everything is packed. here we go:
ok so i dont have a picture of this find, but someone please tell me what the hell is happening here.
ok so i dont have a picture of this find, but someone please tell me what the hell is happening here.11.25.2008
dream of the day
last night i dreamed that jon and i were in the car, driving to a restaurant in something like avondale, and when we pulled up to where the place was, all these weird thugs were standing around their cars outside. i pulled up to parallel park and the one guy in the white jacket started yelling about how he couldnt believe i was so close to his car- except i was like five feet from his bumper and i couldnt understand why he was mad. then he pulled out a gun and started shooting at us, but because in my dreams i am a badass, we sped backwards down the street, turned, and sped away down the road.
then we were walking down Vine past a park, seeing the 3/4 house and we were nearly downtown to home, and i fell in the grass by the park into dog poo, tons and tons of dog poo, and it got in my mouth but it didnt taste like anything so i didnt really care, and jon picked me up and we kept going
then we were at our new house, laying in bed, and i could see the room around me and hear noises like someone breaking in downtairs, but our bedroom was now much bigger, and had its own solarium full of furniture that we hadnt put away yet. and then there were gunshots, the burglars were shooting up and tearing around the downstairs, so jon and i got up but they had already run away. we went out into the hall but our house was a mansion, with carved wooden railings overlooking the marble-ified downstairs. jon got on the phone and started calling repairmen to fix the house right away, and i saw a kid running around the corner. i caught him but somehow we were friends and he said, lets go downstairs, and he went down the stairs but i went down the secret stairs by the kitchen so i beat him down there and everything was all damaged and covered in puffy pink paints like their guns had shot out eyeshadow. and the kid and i were friends, and sat down, and then i woke up.
then we were walking down Vine past a park, seeing the 3/4 house and we were nearly downtown to home, and i fell in the grass by the park into dog poo, tons and tons of dog poo, and it got in my mouth but it didnt taste like anything so i didnt really care, and jon picked me up and we kept going
then we were at our new house, laying in bed, and i could see the room around me and hear noises like someone breaking in downtairs, but our bedroom was now much bigger, and had its own solarium full of furniture that we hadnt put away yet. and then there were gunshots, the burglars were shooting up and tearing around the downstairs, so jon and i got up but they had already run away. we went out into the hall but our house was a mansion, with carved wooden railings overlooking the marble-ified downstairs. jon got on the phone and started calling repairmen to fix the house right away, and i saw a kid running around the corner. i caught him but somehow we were friends and he said, lets go downstairs, and he went down the stairs but i went down the secret stairs by the kitchen so i beat him down there and everything was all damaged and covered in puffy pink paints like their guns had shot out eyeshadow. and the kid and i were friends, and sat down, and then i woke up.
i need this
i'm not sure i could/would pull this off in our house, but WOW. who would have thought black could be so cool?
11.24.2008
new in town
i gave in and got a new camera... i cant believe how cheap a good camera is these days. when i bought my first Olympus camera 6 years ago it was $750 and only had like 5 megapixels- i cant believe it. of course because i've got this new camera i had to test out flickr.
we knocked out a fair amount of our to-do list around the house this weekend, which is good because jon has been telling people we're going to have a housewarming party the 13th. news to me!
we knocked out a fair amount of our to-do list around the house this weekend, which is good because jon has been telling people we're going to have a housewarming party the 13th. news to me!
the holidays
thanksgiving has come up so fast and I'm not prepared this year. well really i never am, but this year especially things have been so crazy with fixing up the house that thanksgiving has totally snuck up on me.
damn.
jon and i have this thing where we were going to rotate holidays, like spend thanksgiving with my family, then christmas with his, then the year after flip and do thanksgiving with his and christmas with mine. my mom either doesnt understand this when i explain it to her or just ignores me and hears what she wants, like she does most of the time when i talk. this has turned into quite a stupid holiday situation.
last year, my parents came into town here in cincinnati (weird.) and we went out to dinner for thanksgiving to this french restaurant out in the middle of nowhere where they didn't take credit cards, didn't have pie, and everyone was super old. needless to say, jon was not happy about the lack of pie. the food was ok, but the whole thing was even more awkward than usual. then at christmas, we stayed at jon's parents house but somehow got talked into going over to my parents house again on christmas day due to my mom freaking out about now seeing me on christmas day. that would make this the 8th christmas morning where i have been up at 8am. cheers.
this year, we should be spending thanksgiving at jon's grandparents but we're going to my parents house because all my cousins/aunts/uncles are going there. jon is making pumpkin pies with harvest apple filling, carmel, butterscotch, and pecans, and i'm making this, and my mom immediately announced that she is also making pumpkin pie "just in case". here's the run down of the fam that will be present:
- Aunt and Uncle with 4, or is it 5? OESs who will be driving down in their RV to bring all the dogs.
- My Cousin and his Wife and their two daughters, who are really pretty great though i feel enormously guilty because we never get to spend enough time with them.
- My Mom, and Dad, who are hosting all these people in their house since it is one of the first years since my Grandma died. my mom, like most moms, gets very stressed out by hosting everyone. no exception this year though my favorite Aunt has a calming effect on her somehow. maybe it's the scotch. this is intensified that they have been doing major remodeling to prepare for thanksgiving which has finished only DAYS before everyone is going to arrive.
- My other Aunt and Uncle (my mom's brother) and their son, and not sure if my other cousins will also come?
- Us, me, jon, nico, and the bang.
- Actually, i think that might be it. doesnt seem like that many people, but for my side of the family this is big doins. if it were jons side this is like, a quarter of normal christmas.
even though i've re-explained the flipping thing this year, i'm sure she will still try to guilt trip us into going to their house on christmas again.
my dad was nice enough though a few weeks ago to mention that he "and my mom" think we should start our own holiday tradition and that we can't be at all places, do our own new family thing, etc. i appreciate that, but do i really believe that the freaking out will end? no. sure would be nice though.
this year, i refuse to drive to more than one holiday event per day. for the past 9 years we have been going from house to house, sometimes 3 or 4 family parties in ONE day. this has got to stop. not only is it annoying, but it makes me cranky and then i am mean to everyone, which defeats the purpose of any of us spending time together.
if you can't tell already, i have alot of angst about the holidays. and for once, i'm sort of glad that we won't be going to thanksgiving at jon's grandparents because this year the drama over there (dude, the drama over there!) is equal to the drama of my mom driving me crazy. that's why i moved to another state, remember?
i have to mentally prepare myself for bringing the bang to their house for the first time. i tried to explain to her on the phone the other night that with a 12 week old puppy we should probably sleep in the basement instead of the guest room she has so carefully prepared, away from everyone so bang doesnt wake up the kids. i think it blew her mind that the puppy would MAKE NOISE. explosion. dead. so we'll see how that goes.
three day work week!11.22.2008
11.21.2008
11.20.2008
the babies
when Nico was a baby i dont remember things being like this. it was all sunshine and flowers and rainbows. he was so cute, and well behaved. we would spend all day together walking to the park and then watching daytime television. then he grew up and became my best friend. what is this demon that has come into our life, and why did i think lightening would strike twice?
11.19.2008
donatos, poor choice
to understand this story you need to know that in the three story office building where i work, our department is in the basement in a corner. yeah, not cheerful.
we ordered pizza today from donatos, and told them to deliver it to the lower level. which they never ever successfully do. 30 minutes later, the receptionist pages us to let us know that the pizza man is at the front desk on the third floor. so she sends him down.
five mysterious minutes later, we hear someone knocking on the hallway door to our department. i asked my boss if she heard it to which she replied, "yeah, but it was weird so i just ignored it."
finally, pizza man opens the door and comes on in, and i have to flee to the copy room because i'm laughing so hard-followed by the best part of my day so far:
guy: this is the nicest building i've ever been in! this must be like, a fancy place. you see, i just moved here from Iowa and west Virginia and i need an apartment. do you know where i can find an apartment? i just want an apartment because i may move to you know, Nevada or Texas where i'd like to move sometime. bye!
really. really?? really?!@#!@?
we ordered pizza today from donatos, and told them to deliver it to the lower level. which they never ever successfully do. 30 minutes later, the receptionist pages us to let us know that the pizza man is at the front desk on the third floor. so she sends him down.
five mysterious minutes later, we hear someone knocking on the hallway door to our department. i asked my boss if she heard it to which she replied, "yeah, but it was weird so i just ignored it."
finally, pizza man opens the door and comes on in, and i have to flee to the copy room because i'm laughing so hard-followed by the best part of my day so far:
guy: this is the nicest building i've ever been in! this must be like, a fancy place. you see, i just moved here from Iowa and west Virginia and i need an apartment. do you know where i can find an apartment? i just want an apartment because i may move to you know, Nevada or Texas where i'd like to move sometime. bye!
really. really?? really?!@#!@?
that damned tricky hula chair
i just thought i would put this here for posterity, or to look at when i'm sad. it's freaking hilarious.
old times
here's one from the archives of why most people don't like me:
my husband and i walk to the gym before 6:00 every morning. it' dark, cold, i'm tired. all of a sudden, a car pulls up long side us in a creep manner. we're on campus where jon works so there are no people around and i'm incredibly paranoid so naturally i find this alarming. an older woman driving with two people in the car rolls down the passenger side window, where i stare at her.
her: We're looking for University hospital
me: So....? (then i turn and keep walking)
jon gave her directions.
my husband and i walk to the gym before 6:00 every morning. it' dark, cold, i'm tired. all of a sudden, a car pulls up long side us in a creep manner. we're on campus where jon works so there are no people around and i'm incredibly paranoid so naturally i find this alarming. an older woman driving with two people in the car rolls down the passenger side window, where i stare at her.
her: We're looking for University hospital
me: So....? (then i turn and keep walking)
jon gave her directions.
11.18.2008
Tuesday is the day that I hate everyone
actually, tuesday is not usually the day that i hate everyone. but for some reason it is this week.
our previous dog is not adjusting well to the new dog. he. hates. her. on the flip side, she thinks he is the best thing in the world. this has lead to alot of bitey-bitey growly-growly action. the husband and i are worried about it, but i keep trying to convince myself that if we're patient they'll adjust to eachother. it's only been a few weeks.
this is the typical evening at our house:
i come home and husband is already home with the dogs almost always watching tv, while the dogs walk around the living room.
Nico spends every second of the entire evening trying to angle his way up onto the couch, which we have temporarily banned due to the issues we're having.
Bang runs all around the room over and over, attacking things and zipping around. she also spends most of her time trying to sit with us, until she gives up and goes to sleep on the landing with the shoes. she growls at the stairs and rubs her face all around the steps for some reason. she's very weird.
whenever one of us plays with the other one, the other one runs over to have to join in. which is fine if it's Nico joining in with Bang, but if it's Bang joining in with Nico there will be hell to pay. hell i tell you. commence, the meanest face ever and growing and snarling and chasing. that's most of the time. her trying to bug him, and him freaking out. oh, the times.
eventually someone needs to go outside, at which point one of the three of us will have poo on our feet when we come back in, and i freak out and yell at everyone only to discover that it is on my own shoe.
it will get better, right?
our previous dog is not adjusting well to the new dog. he. hates. her. on the flip side, she thinks he is the best thing in the world. this has lead to alot of bitey-bitey growly-growly action. the husband and i are worried about it, but i keep trying to convince myself that if we're patient they'll adjust to eachother. it's only been a few weeks.
this is the typical evening at our house:
i come home and husband is already home with the dogs almost always watching tv, while the dogs walk around the living room.
Nico spends every second of the entire evening trying to angle his way up onto the couch, which we have temporarily banned due to the issues we're having.
Bang runs all around the room over and over, attacking things and zipping around. she also spends most of her time trying to sit with us, until she gives up and goes to sleep on the landing with the shoes. she growls at the stairs and rubs her face all around the steps for some reason. she's very weird.
whenever one of us plays with the other one, the other one runs over to have to join in. which is fine if it's Nico joining in with Bang, but if it's Bang joining in with Nico there will be hell to pay. hell i tell you. commence, the meanest face ever and growing and snarling and chasing. that's most of the time. her trying to bug him, and him freaking out. oh, the times.
eventually someone needs to go outside, at which point one of the three of us will have poo on our feet when we come back in, and i freak out and yell at everyone only to discover that it is on my own shoe.
it will get better, right?
11.17.2008
camera me
i've recently rediscovered my love of taking photos around the house all the time, mostly because of this:
yes, we have a new puppy. i'm desperate for a new camera for christmas, a smaller one to put in my gigantic purse. there's really nothing wrong with the one i have now, i'm just a wasteful human being. and yes, in the photo above she just fell down. she falls down about every 10 seconds and rolls around. and no, i'm not normally one of THOSE people who dress their dogs, but you'd think a light frost was freezing her bones away to nothing, the way she shakes and shivers. enter>pingu sweater.
yes, we have a new puppy. i'm desperate for a new camera for christmas, a smaller one to put in my gigantic purse. there's really nothing wrong with the one i have now, i'm just a wasteful human being. and yes, in the photo above she just fell down. she falls down about every 10 seconds and rolls around. and no, i'm not normally one of THOSE people who dress their dogs, but you'd think a light frost was freezing her bones away to nothing, the way she shakes and shivers. enter>pingu sweater.
Grumble and grunt, that's a cunt.
years ago, i wrote a similar entry on livejournal. blah blah, i will write these notes, and no one will read them. livejournal was endlessly disappointing. but over the past few weeks i have been inspired by the more adult blogging explorations of others around me. maybe it doesn't have to be the angsty experience it once was. lets find out!
also note that i began this on a day when i was unusually emotional and depressed. this does not bode well. doom and gloom, doom and gloom.
if no one i know knows about it i can say all kinds of things in total honesty, which i hardly ever do except to my husband. except later when i keep going and they find out about it and read about themselves and i get in big trouble. which would be worse, reading about yourself on your friend/coworkers blog, or reading about a person with a generic name who is SUSPICIOUSLY like you on your friends blog?
hard to tell. i read an article once from a guy that said he was going to try to be 100% honest all the time, and all the trouble he got in but the freeing feeling there was from being upfront with people. sounds refreshing in concept, but do i really have to tell my boss to her face to break up with her boyfriend who is sucking her monetarily dry, or tell my uncle that my husband really hates him... which i secretly find hilarious. well, not so secretly. maybe we should tell him that after all.
as noted long ago in my livejournal, i do not believe in capitalization. call it a quirk. yes, i know how and that most intelligent people find it annoying. i understand all those grammatical rules very well. that's not the point. its a personality issue, or if you prefer, and affectation.
my husband yelled at me yesterday for using the word affectation. either it doesn't mean what I think it means, or it doesn't mean with HE thinks it means. i could look it up, but i'm convinced that i'm right and i just couldn't take the blow of wrongness today. he outsmarts me at every turn, damned husband. either way,
cheers.
also note that i began this on a day when i was unusually emotional and depressed. this does not bode well. doom and gloom, doom and gloom.
if no one i know knows about it i can say all kinds of things in total honesty, which i hardly ever do except to my husband. except later when i keep going and they find out about it and read about themselves and i get in big trouble. which would be worse, reading about yourself on your friend/coworkers blog, or reading about a person with a generic name who is SUSPICIOUSLY like you on your friends blog?
hard to tell. i read an article once from a guy that said he was going to try to be 100% honest all the time, and all the trouble he got in but the freeing feeling there was from being upfront with people. sounds refreshing in concept, but do i really have to tell my boss to her face to break up with her boyfriend who is sucking her monetarily dry, or tell my uncle that my husband really hates him... which i secretly find hilarious. well, not so secretly. maybe we should tell him that after all.
as noted long ago in my livejournal, i do not believe in capitalization. call it a quirk. yes, i know how and that most intelligent people find it annoying. i understand all those grammatical rules very well. that's not the point. its a personality issue, or if you prefer, and affectation.
my husband yelled at me yesterday for using the word affectation. either it doesn't mean what I think it means, or it doesn't mean with HE thinks it means. i could look it up, but i'm convinced that i'm right and i just couldn't take the blow of wrongness today. he outsmarts me at every turn, damned husband. either way,
cheers.
