about how someone believing in a higher power affects me, but decided to get back into bed,
not me, I'm not the believing one.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Sunday midday
Well Hello,
I'm having a little trouble getting back into the habit of typing in here. This weekend is the perfect example as to why.
Incredible weekend, I really felt like I was able to have some fun.
At my current job, I have to bid for days off for the next year, each November. Of course I bid for prime weeks, like the holidays, but I also bid for at least one Friday each month for mental health days. Yesterday was a Friday mental health day. This coincided with our annual bonus, received Thursday.
I headed to the MAC store to get some ridiculously overpriced makeup brushes and as I walked in I was directed to a chair for a make over with MAC's Hello Kitty palette. I then walked into a few stores with many staring at my blue, blue shadowed eyes and I had to explain what the deal was.
Friday night, I got a drink at a restaurant I've always wanted to visit, got an amazing gelato and found some good linguine with white clam sauce, just a mile from my house.
Saturday, waxing (boo) and haircut (yay) then onto lunch with the BFF, her husband and my husband. We had quite a gap of time until our chosen movie was going to start so we headed to our favorite Italian food chain restaurant for pomegranate martinis, served by Dariya the mixtress. I called her the mixtress after the 2nd martini.
Saw Slumdog Millionaire. Just amazing.
Then headed to the BFF's house for pizza, absinthe and a hookah, with cappuccino flavored tobacco.
Which brings me here. Yes, lots of stuff happened, some really great dialogue with strangers, salon people, the BFF and the BFF spouse but I don't want to try and remember, I want to relax. I'm old, I have laundry to do and I'm trying to enjoy a coffee and a raspberry scone while watching the Independant Film awards. Tonight are the Oscars. I need a nap, I need to study for a quiz and I need to take the cat to the vet at 4pm.
I think this is all coming down to some justification for me getting and iPhone. I can blog as I go and my journal will be much more up to date and entertaining for me.
yeah, I need an iPhone.
I'm having a little trouble getting back into the habit of typing in here. This weekend is the perfect example as to why.
Incredible weekend, I really felt like I was able to have some fun.
At my current job, I have to bid for days off for the next year, each November. Of course I bid for prime weeks, like the holidays, but I also bid for at least one Friday each month for mental health days. Yesterday was a Friday mental health day. This coincided with our annual bonus, received Thursday.
I headed to the MAC store to get some ridiculously overpriced makeup brushes and as I walked in I was directed to a chair for a make over with MAC's Hello Kitty palette. I then walked into a few stores with many staring at my blue, blue shadowed eyes and I had to explain what the deal was.
Friday night, I got a drink at a restaurant I've always wanted to visit, got an amazing gelato and found some good linguine with white clam sauce, just a mile from my house.
Saturday, waxing (boo) and haircut (yay) then onto lunch with the BFF, her husband and my husband. We had quite a gap of time until our chosen movie was going to start so we headed to our favorite Italian food chain restaurant for pomegranate martinis, served by Dariya the mixtress. I called her the mixtress after the 2nd martini.
Saw Slumdog Millionaire. Just amazing.
Then headed to the BFF's house for pizza, absinthe and a hookah, with cappuccino flavored tobacco.
Which brings me here. Yes, lots of stuff happened, some really great dialogue with strangers, salon people, the BFF and the BFF spouse but I don't want to try and remember, I want to relax. I'm old, I have laundry to do and I'm trying to enjoy a coffee and a raspberry scone while watching the Independant Film awards. Tonight are the Oscars. I need a nap, I need to study for a quiz and I need to take the cat to the vet at 4pm.
I think this is all coming down to some justification for me getting and iPhone. I can blog as I go and my journal will be much more up to date and entertaining for me.
yeah, I need an iPhone.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Privacy, Please
Yup, I am going private for a bit. I suspect that it will be fairly temporary. I sent 6 invites out just giving a heads up to anyone who might still come by here.
Just to explain, there is an extra special person from work who is insisting that we will be bff's (that would be best friends forever). I am not the only targeted one, but so far I am the only one who has outright said that we will never have a friendship outside of work and she responded right back that we will be friends someday. Creepy.
I left this little bit of space up on my monitor at work. I was showing one of my friends the picture of my latest purchase when SHE walked up to horn in on the conversation. I thought that I had the address covered but statcounter tells me that I had a little visitor. That little visitor paid a visit to all of my pages that same night.
It's okay that someone looks at all the postings in here, really, I promise. The timing just was too skin crawling coincidental.
So, if you are here because of my invite, welcome to my humble spot. Again, I suspect that I just need to hide this for a few months and then back to my regular, not posting or posting about the mundane, with really bad sentence construction and non-punctuation.
Just to explain, there is an extra special person from work who is insisting that we will be bff's (that would be best friends forever). I am not the only targeted one, but so far I am the only one who has outright said that we will never have a friendship outside of work and she responded right back that we will be friends someday. Creepy.
I left this little bit of space up on my monitor at work. I was showing one of my friends the picture of my latest purchase when SHE walked up to horn in on the conversation. I thought that I had the address covered but statcounter tells me that I had a little visitor. That little visitor paid a visit to all of my pages that same night.
It's okay that someone looks at all the postings in here, really, I promise. The timing just was too skin crawling coincidental.
So, if you are here because of my invite, welcome to my humble spot. Again, I suspect that I just need to hide this for a few months and then back to my regular, not posting or posting about the mundane, with really bad sentence construction and non-punctuation.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Impulse buy
I went to Revolutionary Road with Joanna, last night at Camelview. We had some time so we headed into Fashion Square to find some food and I had to walk through the Macy's purse section. They have a big chunk of that store filled with purses. I picked this up on the way out of the mall and on my way to the movie. Super Cute, huh?
The movie was amazing, by the way.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Black Currants
At Costco earlier today, in the cereal section...
me: This looks good, black currants and walnuts
Dave: I hate black currants
me: this cereal is mine, pick one for yourself
He picks something with cranberries and macadamia nuts
Just now, I'm having my new cereal for my evening meal,
me: this cereal is pretty good, I love the black currants, how come you don't like them?
Dave: because they taste like crap
me: I love this cereal
Dave: then you love eating crap with milk pored over it.
me: This looks good, black currants and walnuts
Dave: I hate black currants
me: this cereal is mine, pick one for yourself
He picks something with cranberries and macadamia nuts
Just now, I'm having my new cereal for my evening meal,
me: this cereal is pretty good, I love the black currants, how come you don't like them?
Dave: because they taste like crap
me: I love this cereal
Dave: then you love eating crap with milk pored over it.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Good and Bad Day
- I had my performance evaluation today. I'm getting a bonus that I am a little bit embarrassed to receive during these economic times. I'm paying off my car and will use the rest for tickets to Ireland.
- The girl who has tried to force me to be my friends had TWO conversations with me today, not understanding that we will never be friends and is under the delusion that we once were BFF's. Why me?
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