February 2006 Archives

[an aside before my post.  i should have posted this photo on valentine's but totally failed to do so.  i think the ad is hysterical and is by far one of my most favorites.]

so i am in yet another funk.  but this one happens to be physically related.  i am getting a cold and i am trying so hard to take care of myself so it doesn't turn into monkey sars, bird flu, ebola, or some other disease that makes me feel like crap.

the amazing thing about a cold is the inability to focus.  you know, with the flu, you can't think.  pneumonia, you're sleepy.  but a cold, it's like being adhd after having snorted ten lines of coke.  which i have never done.  what i am saying is.  i can think, but i can't think things through.  i hate it when my mind scatters from fatigue or because i have sneezed my brains out.

dear evolution,

i love cats.  i love having cats as pets.  i love that they snuggle with you when you don't feel well as they are inclined to do right now, since, well, i don't feel well.

i think you, evolution, have done an excellent job with the design of a cat.  that whole landing on the feet thing is brilliant and great fun for all.  the soft fur, the purring that lowers your blood pressure.  and best yet, the ears that turn inside out on an occasion and have the ear hair sticking straight up.  so endearing and funny.

but evolution, i have one minor problem.  you left out the opposable thumbs.  you see, what good are cats to me if they can't go and get me a coke.  i ask each and every one of them to go and get a coke and they just stare at me, stare at their paws.  ahhh the opposable thumb.

i know this was so humans could be on top and all, but i would be willing to sacrifice some of the power for a cat that can get me a coke.

four women sit at a table at a local restaurant for dessert.

one had a crappy day.  one is recovering from a cold.  one had a fight with her husband.  one has been feeling anxious.

one had ice cream.  one had chocolate cake.  one had crème brulée.  one had key lime cheesecake.

one talks a lot.  one laughs a lot.  one sits there and smiles.  one is sleepy.

one had water.  one had a cuban espresso.  one had green tea.  one had hot chocolate.

one vented.  three supported.

one explained.  three listened.

one joked.  three laughed.

one planned.  three agreed.

all in all, we each had our just desserts after a long day.

ok.  i admit it.  i have a problem.  a big one at that.  i am an olympics addict.  i watch every night and almost not upset that gilmore girls wasn't new tonight.  almost.  not quite.

nothing gives me greater shock and awe than the olympics.  first of all, i am still in awe that some things are a sport.  like bobsleigh.  or is it bobsled?  and why do they write on the tv bobsleigh but call it bobsled?  this shocks me.

it also shocks me to watch people wipe out, totally.  (still trying to bring totally back.)  holy crap do they wipe out.  they hit walls.  they hit ice.  they fall down mountains.  they land on their a$$es.  and yet, and yet, and yet they get right back up.  how do they do that.  well, there was the exception of the russian couple when she was limp on the ice.  limp and unconscious. 

and what is up with the italian ice dancers who didn't speak for what felt like a year.  the temps in my house dropped ten degrees when they were on tv.  and was it ever the funniest thing to watch.  talk about italian passion.

ok.  commercial break over.  need to snort me some olympics.

the following list was compiled in my head when it occurred to me the number of words that i love to hear in conversation:

superfluous

meticulous

papoose

luscious

simultaneous

assonance

perpendicular

slippery

preppy

palpitate

plump

gaga

chi-chi (pronounced she-she)

slippery

frequented

now, the real trick is to put them all in the same paragraph...

the couch situation was solved today.  we found a red leather couch that fixes the living room nicely.

after a busy weekend of meetings from friday afternoon until saturday afternoon, i am surprisingly relaxed and ready for the week.  who knows what lies ahead for me.

it has been a peaceful weekend and even though i worked through most of it, i have been able to think through some things and plan out part of the summer.  i just need to find a house sitter for a month or so.

now, if the boys could get together and work on the big project they want to start... things could be looking really up.

so i am over my funk.  you know the one where i think i am a failure.  i am now back to my original, vain, high-maintenance, shallow self.

the one who believes that i should be dictator of the world and institute tiara tuesdays.  and after conferring with a friend, she brings up a valid point that tutu wednesdays is a must and she would back my dictatorship if i had such policies.  i like tutus.  this pleases us.

back to my point.  i am awesome.  and i can now resume knowing this and sharing this with the world.  i got the students needed for the program, so all is well.  the bonus of paris is set to go.  and all i need now is completed applications.  that is doable with a lovely email.  get the students excited about the program, and start planning for the july sales.

did i mention that i will be in paris during the july sales?  i am so awesome.  crow.

i woke up to a bed filled with rose petals.  i don't know what to be more amazed about, that thomas is that romantic, or that i am so dead to the world that he can literaly throw things at me and i don't wake up.

the cats like roses too.  they like to eat them.  so valentine's is a win win for everyone in our household.  i get fresh petals for a bath, they get entertainment.  better than a video game.

so this evening, t took me for a romantic sushi dinner at our neighborhood sushi restaurant.  if you ever need to move, and you need your new town to have great sushi, lex is the place for you.  thank you toyota, not for the jobs you brought to so many people, but the fabulous need for good quality sushi.

so as i got the octopus in my mouth and felt the wasabi go straight to my nose, i looked into the eyes of my husband and knew that i was looking at my valentine.  and i loved it.

my summer is not in focus much like this photo and i do not do well with potential rejection and failure.

i need 10 more students and the deadline is fast approaching.  i know students wait until the last minute.  it scares me.  there is only so much i can do before i go nuts.  but for me, it is my career.  my job.  to take students abroad and give them valuable courses and teach them.  spending time in paris is bonus.

and now.  fast approaching is a deadline that could most definitely make me feel like a failure.  i just need ten students and the problem is, i have no control or power over it.  i know i have "interest" in this, but getting them to sit down and physically fill out the form and complete it is a different story.  i can't do that for them.

i hate not knowing and losing such focus.

dear jeans,

we have been together for over a year now.  i spent a great deal of my time looking for you.  having had many relationships with other pairs of jeans, i had a long list of qualities needed to have a fulfilling relationship with a new pair of jeans.  you were that pair.

we spent a great deal of time together.  to the point that in the morning, you were the first thing i thought of.  getting to put you on as you hugged my curves and made me feel comfortable and sexy all at the same time.  i washed you sparingly and felt pains of separation anxiety when we couldn't be together.  our bond went beyond the casual jean relationships i have had in the past.  i took you to paris with me in the summer so we could walk the length of the seine, and sight see, drink coffee, and share in romantic moments.

and then you betrayed me.  after i had given so much of my time and love to you.  you ripped.  i know it is what all the cool and chic jeans are doing nowadays.  that it is hip and modern to rip and show off your attitude in such a way.  but i thought we had an agreement.  i thought it was just the two of us.  and then you decided for the both of us that a rip in our relationship was ok.  a rip that no mere patch can fix or hide.

maybe this was an act of betrayal.  maybe you are trying to push me away and force me to give you up, so that you can love and be loved by another.  but the pain and the hurt is there.  i don't know if i can trust you as i did once before.  will we have the love we once had?  will we ever be able to recover from your hurtful act?

i want to learn to love you as you are now, changed, different.  but i do not know if i can be as cool as you are.  i just may not be the modern girl that you want.

sincerely,
jeorg

before you read this, let me apologize to all of my readers who may have been crack addicts.  this blog, in no way, is meant to trivialize your addiction.

that said, let's talk about the krispy crack.  there is a serious krispy crack addiction in this household and it isn't mine.

now, i am not saying that i do not have my own addictions... and i tell myself that i can give up the starcrack that comes in a cup and a cardboard burn protector, and we all know, i can't.  i need a daily fix.  the thought of the green and white light makes me tremble.  my mouth waters, my body aches, and i start to twitch.  then i get the crack fix and i can speak in complete sentences again.  and possibly use big words.  i digress.

but the krispy crack.  yes.  the glazed, warm, sweet, sugary, doughy, crack.  yes.  t is hooked.  to the point of eating 8 10 in 24 hours.  yes.  8 10.  and as a friend said, "doughnuts are the preferred medium for getting glaze into the mouth."  thomas loves his crack.  ohhhh, how he loves the crack.  i think he is going to have to go cold turkey.

the eyes are the window to the soul.  why do i want to see into someone else's soul?  isn't that messy?  i mean seriously. better yet,  the window is the window to voyeurism.    who doesn't look into windows when they have an opportunity.  i'm always looking for a great paint color, and wondering what kind of furniture people have.

life is like a bowl of cherries.  cherries?  i have a problem with this.  i need to know what kind of cherries i am dealing with here.  preferably bing.  with stems.  it isn't fun to eat cherries unless they are on a stem and you are outside and can freely spit the seeds into the street.

you can't judge a book by it's cover.  yeah.  whatever.  yes you can.  and everyone does, and they even take it a step further and judge it by the paper quality, the font used, the smell of the ink and whether or not there are pictures.  put the book back if it does not meet standards.

just because there's snow on the roof don't mean there's no fire in the furnace.  true.  and it also means you have excellent insulation and a low gas bill.  good for you.  or that you keep the thermostat strictly on 55.  burr.