i am: May 2007 Archives

if there is anything that i would spend money on, anything in this world that i would constantly buy, anything that i have a fondness for, anything that i apply so many rules and sub-rules to, that would be underwear.  i am talking bras and panties, lingerie, the goods, undies, knickers, whatever you want to call it.

i have such strong feelings about what i wear and what people get to see to the point that i have cried over ruined clothes (and i am talking bawling) and my feelings carry through to what i am wearing underneath those clothes too.

this post has been in the making for months because of a conversation i had with someone who mentioned a patient who is ocd and never wears each pair of underwear only once.  that, my dear readers, i can completely understand.

so i have been writing out a post in my head and you know, when you do that, you carefully get those words, the commas, the semi-colons (not really).

but the problem with this post is that it explains something to you that i am ocd about.  something that is very important to me.  most of my friends and clearly thomas are aware of this but i am in the process of scripting this out.  i have been for days...

and i am going nuts trying to get it right in my head.  i think i am experiencing writer's block.

you see.  i prefer to teach in the mornings.  otherwise there is this inner voice that whispers ever so subtly to me in the morning and says:

STAY IN BED!!!  YOU DON'T WANT TO GET UP!!!  THE BED IS COMFORTABLE!!!  YOU LOVE YOUR PILLOW!!!  IT IS ONLY 10:30!!!  NO NEED TO GET UP YET!!!

my inner voice, it is a very loud whisper.

i admit freely that if i want something, i get it.  knock on wood that this continues to happen; i know it will because i want it to... ; )

some of you are reading that and rolling your eyes, condemning me, huffing and thinking that that is a bold and spoiled statement, but a very true statement.  just ask thomas.  i, of course, find nothing wrong with this.

the whole point of this is the following: there are books out there on the market right now that explain how you too can have everything you want.  the only reason i am aware of these books is due to my drive in to the office the other morning.

i find it silly that people should spend there money on something that i can explain to you for free.  you want to know the secret?

so my birthday week extravaganza continues, all week.  the WHOLE week.  i am so awesome it takes seven whole days of fun and food to celebrate me.

last night, thomas took me out to a romantic dinner at a local oh là là mais oui french restaurant.  at this resto i proceeded to eat mussels and fries (of the french variety because it is a french restaurant).  we talked, and held hands, and toasted my fabulousness and that i am 30.  btw, 30 is french for 22.  i ate of the chocolate cake which was divine and i drank of the french espresso.  mmmm.

this evening i get to feast upon italian food with family.  i tell you what, from now on, i am turning 30 every year to see if thomas will do this for my birthday forever and ever.  i am getting my butt spoiled with calories of good foodness.  i love me some italian food and to get to eat food that i love three days in a row, can i hear a d@mn!

oh, but wait.  there is more.  indeed.  tomorrow, we go out with friends for sushi!  oh yes.  sushi.  that means i get four days of jeorg got to pick what she was eating for dinner in a row.  and if you know me at all, then you know that i never get to pick what we are eating for dinner, ever.

i love my birthday extravaganza!  it should be like this all the time.

officially, i am now 30 years old.  woot!  i am no longer in my twenties and the disdain for those still in theirs will commence, like.... now.

so.  i have literally just come home, to post this, on my blog because i am a dork like that.  i just come home from seeing chuck palahniuk in person, listening to him, dodging flying deer heads and flying hamburgers.  i got to listen to him answer questions and do readings from his upcoming publication.  i am sure leah is busy combing over it with a red pencil and yelling at him for not using a comma properly.  something she should proabably do to me, but not today, because it is my birthday.  we watched fight club and then stood in line for an hour to have my book signed by him.

when i made it through the line and finally got up there to him, i told him it is my birthday and he smiled (exhausted because he had been signing books for like thirty (birthday reference) straight hours...) and then he signed my book.  apparently, i have tested positive for rabies, figures, and then wished me a happy birthday and wrote, "get spanked!!"  i told him i would make sure to do that.  another big smile from the sleepy author.

oh yeah.  it's my birthday and i better be getting a spanking.  happy birthday to me!  oh yeah!

i like to think of myself as a really sweet person.  i tell myself this to compensate for the fact that my legs look like i have been infected with some sort of cdc patient zero monkey pox.  i say that i am the bloody sweetest person on the face of the earth which is why i have the cdc monkey pox right now.

no joke.  the mosquitoes have found me.  and they are slowly devouring my legs and causing these swells of allergic reaction to my legs making me look like that person we are all scared of because it could be contagious. 

why is it that mosquitoes feel the need to eat me?  what is it about me that says: hey, look, dinner!  i am the super value combo meal to a mosquito.  i am five star cuisine with a touch of casual dining.  i am apparently bloody sweet.

but i can certainly try.

i have nothing interesting to report other than i have a to-do list the size of kilamanjaro (spelling?  to lazy to look) and i have always said that if i were to climb it, i'd die.  so.  i am dying right now. 

not only do i have a ton of grading to deal with, a ton of sewing that has to be done by saturday, a ton of baby shower parting gifts to get together, a date on friday (SPIDEY!), meetings, workshops and emails to answer, but i also have a ton of breathing to do in the meantime.

yep.  i am going to try to do it all.  oh indeed.

UPDATE TWO MINUTES LATER: do you find tobey maguire hot because i totally do not see it and am shocked when people think he is?  anyone?