October 2005 Archives
my feet are ice cold
even socks don't heat them up
ice princess, that's me
how many times do i have to see dirty dancing before i realize it is melting my brain?
how many times do i have to watch the wedding planner before i realize that the dialogue is not witty?
how many times do i have to watch seinfeld episodes with a husband who has the dialogue memorized?
i have such a weakness for certain things. bad dialogue, corny scenes, and a husband who says the dialogue before the characters do.
so when it comes to vacation in the middle of december, i like it warm. very warm. one could even say hot.
so what is a little girl like me doing going to montreal for new years? living it uo with four of our good friends. that's right folks, can you say fromage? i can.
so, the three girls are guaranteed french skills, the boys, it is a little sketchier. what is even sketchier is the idea that everyone is assuming that we are going to be insane while up there. cold, but insane. drunk, but insane. laughing our butts off, but insane.
what does one wear while being insane?
so, we had a very exciting weekend. friday night, thomas and i went to dinner and relaxed at home. then saturday, we ran a couple of errands and went to a lovely cuban restaurant with three other couples.
the cuban restaurant took four hours for sandwhiches. they are on their own time, but needless to say, we closed the place down. then we went back to one of the homes, the boys played risk and the girls played apples to apples. i love this game. must have it.
on sunday, we relaxed. all day, and now i have brand new highlights in my hair. and tomorrow, i think i may actually quilt a little.
so, the other day, t asked me what i wanted for dinner. i explained that i wanted a grilled cheese, fries and a coke. he then commented about that being all. i then replied that i was an easy woman to please.
he laughed.
talking to my aunt the other day, it has come to my attention that my husband is viewed as a saint for putting up with me. apparently it is common knowledge that i am high maintenance. of course, i do wear a sandwhich board telling people the special of the day, "whatever i want and the way i want it."
but if they think i'm high maintenance, look at that face. but man, doesn't her tiara look nice?
today i was in the zone. not the kind where you experience this surge of assuredness where you accomplish everything your fingers touch. no. i was in the other one. the abyss of the mind. zoned out, if you will.
i don't mind this all too often. it happens to let the mind rest and sort and piece things together. afterall, the mind needs to relax and sleep just creates dreams. but today, i wanted to accomplish so much.
and as i would work on my quilt blocks, my mind would go blank. erased. empty. clean. and time would stand still. and when i would come to again. i had accomplished nothing. but rest for my mind. everyone has to turn into a pumpkin sometime.
always be mischevious when picking apples. it's biblical that way.
don't nap in the afternoon if you have an appointment. you are sure to oversleep.
always offer trick or treaters candy at halloween. it's the right thing to do. no toothpaste.
drink espresso when grading. you are always far more generous when you are shaking from a caffeine high.
in the past year and a half, thomas and i have made some new friends. two sets. one of which has settled here in ky for a residency. we have found that we have a ton in common with them, and because of this new couple, we have discovered another couple, a set of locals.
locals doesn't sound like much in most places, but here in lexington, i live in a land of passer-throughs. i am a fourth generation lexingtonian and am used to people/friends coming and going in my life.
but out of this, thomas now has the opportunity to show his vast knowledge in this game that is ever so popular among the world's brightest shining stars... ah yes, they have rediscovered the game settlers of catan. so, here is a photos, of the board, with four men, at a table, four settlers, playing a game of settling. funny, that i was the only person there that night who was born here.
You are Kermit the Frog.
You are reliable, responsible and caring. And you have a habit of waving your arms about maniacally.
FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS:
"Hi ho!" "Yaaay!" and "Sheesh!"
FAVORITE MOVIE:
"How Green Was My Mother"
LAST BOOK READ:
"Surfin' the Webfoot: A Frog's Guide to the Internet"
HOBBIES:
Sitting in the swamp playing banjo.
QUOTE:
"Hmm, my banjo is wet."
i always knew there was a reason why i liked this frog so much. it could also explain why i like french as much as a i do... i relate to the frogs... =0) maybe i am more like fozzie.
so, imagine a really bad day. i had it. let me give you some perspective here. nothing horrendous happened. no one was tortured. my puppy didn't die. it was just one of those bad days that can't be helped.
i got up-- late. i couldn't find my hose. i found my hose. got dressed. walked out the door. forgot the waffle iron and mix (long story). went back in. walked out. forgot my wallet. went back in. walked out. forgot my checkbook. back in, back out. forgot the shoes i was to wear. in, out. then i was so late, i had to drive in. had to find parking on a campus that makes a fortune from parking that does not exist.
walked to the office. sat down. a run the size of alaska in my hose. which meant i couldn't wear the shoes i wanted to because they would have ripped them further. i know, because i tried it. i ended up wearing black tennis shoes with a brown and purple skirt. all day. pissy. that was me.
my lesson plans were shot to hell. another long story. pissier i got. i did manage to get out of a class i help with. ate lunch. then had to deal with students who had no appointments. oh, did i mention that i forgot my office keys at home, and had to be let into my office all day today. why, because i did not want the repeat of my wallet being stolen again. a florist called to inform me that he didn't know if he could deliver the flowers that my husband had gotten for me since i am a hormonal mess and he loves me. he knows what is good for me. i then went to make waffles. teary eyed at the fact i might not get the flowers. went to the stupid stupid stupid french table. came back. got flowers. bad day turned good.
how do flowers make you smile? they make me feel good inside.
it may be because i am female, it may be because i am hormonal, it may be because i am tired, it may be because i am unhappy, it may be because, hell, its because i am hormonal that i tear up at a moments notice.
i swear i hate pms. ten years ago this wouldn't happen. the most i suffered was cramps, and i am not underestimating the quality of my cramps. if i cried, it was because of the pain. but now, i tear up at the sweetest, or the saddest, or the most awkward. damn. i see a baby. i cry. i see an old man. i cry. you name it, i cry. i'm crying just thinking about this.
stupid stupid stupid. as a friend said to me today, pms is not designed well. someone needs to rething the whole thing.
