Wednesday, May 31, 2006
I almost forgot to ask...
Do any of you watch the "New Old Christine" show or whatever it's called? (I could google, but don't feel like it). I caught it for the first time the night before last and I LOVED it. It made me laugh out loud multiple times. What night does it normally come on? I got the feeling the one I saw on Monday was a rerun, but I really don't know since I've never seen it before. I don't make it a point to watch almost any shows, but I may have to make an exception for this one.
Not only was it hilarious, it was insightful and poignant. They're definitely consulting with single moms or divorced moms or old moms or single, divorced, old moms. Good stuff. Anyone else agree? Bueller?
On my way to work this morning I passed a jogger wearing a white t-shirt with a large black question mark on the back.* I thought to myself, "If he doesn't know, how the hell am I supposed to know???"
*I may have to get me one of those....
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Yesterday on my way to work early in the morning, I shared I-70 East with some race fans for a bit. I passed a big white van that had its 2 back windows painted: Indy 500 & Go Helio!
The van was packed with sun-tanned men, some wearing tank tops and others wearing no shirts at all. It was about 7:45am and the lot of them looked exhausted. They had Ohio plates and quite a few miles to go before they'd reach the end of their journey home.
I've never attended the 500, but I generally have it playing on the radio in the background. Sunday was no exception - I streamed it while at work. It was the most exciting finish I can remember hearing. Marco did a fabulous job; I feel for him because he is so disappointed in himself. He tries valiantly in interviews to acknowledge that he achieved something great, but in the end it's clear that this competitive kid with racing in his blood won't be satisfied until he walks away with first place.
From the Woodwork
Since starting in September, I've not yet seen as many cars in the parking garage at 8am as there are this morning. I'm guessing that means people had a good weekend. Nothing like holiday fun guilt to bring people in early on a Tuesday morning.
Monday, May 29, 2006
I'll turn on the air conditioner. Sheesh.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
It's gonna be a long night...
I like my neighbors, what I know of them. The husband/dad mows my lawn for a low low price. And we entered a deal whereby I bought mulch for both our yards and he cleared and mulched all my flowers beds. Rarely a day goes by when he isn't beautifying my yard in some manner. They're probably worried that if they didn't do it, it wouldn't get done. And they're probably right. But the arrangement seems to suit everyone and they are very nice people.
So nice that they invited me to the party they're having this evening that started just after the race. (That's how you keep the neighbors from complaining about the party, isn't it?) I didn't stop by, partly because I don't feel like it and partly because I'm waiting for T to get home from GCB's house. The neighbors' backyard, just next to mine and not far from my bedroom window, is full of people. I was out sweeping off my back deck earlier and I heard one of the guests ask the wife/mom how long the party was going to last. She answered that the sun doesn't go down until 10pm and which point they will light the bonfire.
I'm not bitter. Or even annoyed. It is, after all, a holiday weekend. They probably assume that no matter how late or loud their party is, it won't bother anyone because everyone has the day off tomorrow. Except I'm going to work. Early. That is, if I manage to fall asleep before 2am. Which currently doesn't seem promising considering that several grown men just performed a rousing, drunken rendition of "Back Home Again in Indiana," and it's not even 9 o' clock yet.
I bought what I thought were cotton balls the other day. I mostly use them to remove fingernail polish and sometimes for makeup removal. As soon as I opened the bag at home, I realized they weren't cotton. Uncotton cotton balls. "Puffs." WTF.
What is more disturbing about the fact that companies choose to make cotton balls out of something other than cotton is that apparently there is a market for such a product.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Attention Wal-mart Shoppers
I was at Wal-mart yesterday. This post is not about the evils or lack thereof of Wal-mart itself; just save that for another day if you have strong feelings on the subject.
This is more a stream of consciousness based on some things I saw yesterday. These images were not new to me, especially after having worked at the county hospital for many years. But yesterday they caught my attention in a way they haven't in a while.
I just want to say that I am grateful that I am not: 300 pounds, exhausted (I am, but not in conjunction with the other things on the list, which makes a difference), dirty (shut up, I am not), mother of seven kids running around me, fathered by five different men, cart full of nasty generic food, barely fifty dollars in the bank, no prospects for a better job, screaming on the cell phone for all the world to hear, "Where are you?!?"
Do NOT misunderstand me. I don't think I'm better in any way than the "person" I've described or anyone else. Nor do I think my circumstances in life automatically make me happier than some of the folks I run into at Wal-mart and elsewhere. But I've caught glimpses of the lives lived by people like the 300 lb lady I saw yesterday, and for the most part they aren't pretty. The exhaustion never ends. There are no vacations to Hawaii, dinners at fancy restaurants, Saturdays spent relaxing with friends and family. And everyone around them is living in the same misery, which just intensifies things. That could easily have been me; I'm thankful that it isn't, and I hope it never will be.
Quit Yer Bitchin'
So, I'm done posting about my "non-holiday." In fact, yesterday I made an executive decision - with Amanda's help - that I'm taking the entire day off today. I can't remember a Saturday when I didn't at least attempt to do some work. But not today.
T and I are off to run some errands. Then it's off to the parade with Amanda and my family. It's somewhat of a family tradition and while the parade itself occasionally leaves a little to be desired, we always have a good time. Not to mention that the weather today is gorgeous and I can't wait to sit outside in it!
After the parade, a cookout at my folks. Then we'll likely finish off the day by sitting on my back deck and hitting the margarita buckets I have waiting patiently in the freezer. Looks like I'm going to manage a little relaxation after all.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Kelly Fun Fact
There used to be (still is?) a tire store not far from where I lived called "Kelly Springfield Tires." Back in the day when Rick Springfield* was popular, the name of that store pleased me to no end. I'm ever so much more mature now.
*See today's lyrics
-People who wait so long to get on - or off - the elevator that by the time they actually achieve forward motion, the doors begin to close on them. Then the doors (if those people are lucky) re-open and the process starts all over again, meanwhile those of us with places to go wait patiently, at the mercy of these elevator-challenged individuals.
-The guy from Northwestern Mutual who calls me every day because he's trying to sell me shit. I tried to be nice; I made an appointment with him long ago. But he failed to confirm as the date approached (as I instructed him to do) and now I'm done. So he calls every day - twice a day. How long before he gives up?
-Holiday weekends, when I can't make a holiday of it.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
T just called. She finished the last final of her Freshman year earlier this morning. She asked me yesterday if she and GCB could have lunch together today and I agreed. But because GCB has to help his grandfather with some yardwork, T is already safe and sound at my folks' house. Unbelievably, she sounded pathetic on the phone. When asked, she said she was excited to be done with finals and have nothing to do, but approximately 2 hours into her summer she is already bored and not trying to hide it.
We have things planned for her this summer, but they'll come later. As frustrating as her attitude is, I feel bad. I wish I could leave work and take her to do something fun. But I can't. Not because I have to bill (I made my billable goal for this month some time last week) but because I have work to do - work with deadlines. *Sigh*
I heard on the radio this morning that 20% of all cell phones are carrying Methicillin Resistant Staph Aureus (MRSA) on or near the mouthpiece. Thoughts of that bacteria and other organisms that might be on all the cell phones out there are just revolting.
I'm sure my cell phone isn't carrying any such nastiness. Then again, there was that one time I dropped it in the toilet.... It's enough to make one want to return to the days of the telegraph.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Longest. Day. Ever.
Sometimes I wake up at an odd hour and can't decide what to do about it. This morning it was just before 5am. I was wide awake - and pissed about it.
I could have gotten up, taken a shower, and gotten an early start to my day. But I knew full well that by 8 or 9am I'd already be dragging.
I would like to have gone back to sleep, but the risk there was that when the alarm did go off (at 5:45a) I was likely to be fast asleep and getting up would have been difficult.
Instead I just laid in bed, wide awake, worrying about work. Great use of the 1st 45 minutes of my day.
Requesting Dos and Don'ts*
For a trip to Hawaii in August.
*How do you spell "dos and don'ts?"
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
The Generational Thing
It's a little weird how T loves and always sings along to the new Bon Jovi song that's out. Bon Jovi? It always makes me feel like I'm back in high school.
Weird, but kinda neat. (Not that I was a huge fan, mind you. Though I did particularly enjoy the song quoted today).
Monday, May 22, 2006
Danger, Will Robinson!
My office door is closed...
...because I have the biggest zit ever on my face. When someone knocks, I'm planning to refuse them entry and suggest they return to their office and call me. Think I can keep that up all day? We'll see.
I'm fully planning to pop the damn thing, but it currently hurts so bad I can't quite bring myself to do it. I'm considering trying that Proactiv stuff; the infomercials are quite convincing. If it works, it'd be worth the expense. Before I shell out the cash, though, I should probably at least try washing my face on a daily basis.
Sigh. One would think at this age I'd be free of problems like this. Aren't there any benefits to being old?
Sunday, May 21, 2006
-I didn't make a fool out of myself in front of a total stranger and then give him my business card.
-I didn't spend all my money.
-I just laughed at the guy who wouldn't dance with me but who said "write your name and number on a napkin and put it in my pocket." Ha. Sure thing, pal, I'll get right on that.
-I got the following compliment: If you had daddy parts I'd f*ck you silly.
All in all, a definite success.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
You make me feel like dancin'
I was out of town yesterday and didn't get back to Indy until around 7:30 in the evening. The Fabulous Tia Beek is in town so I headed to my folks to enjoy a great dinner prepared by Mom and Pops and to visit for a while. The problem was that after 1 margarita and 2 helpings of famous cheese potatoes I was done for. I joined T in the living room where she was watching CSI.* I fell asleep, which was just as well, because I wanted to get up early this morning and go to work.
T and I hit my office for a couple hours earlier today. Approaching 1 o'clock I could barely concentrate because it's a gorgeous sunny day out - the first one we've had with no rain in a long while. We're home now, and I'm waiting for the sun to make its way to my backyard so I can take a little nap outside while catching a few rays.
Then - off to have some fun. "The gang" from law school is meeting downtown for dinner and dancing. We all have busy schedules and tons of things going on, so I'm extremely excited that we managed to find an evening where most of us could get together for some relaxation and fun.
Have a great rest of the weekend everyone!
*Grissom and Sara????
Thursday evening I left work around 9pm. I was wheeling a rolling briefcase I'd borrowed in order to take a complete medical chart with me Friday to interviews a partner and I were going to conduct in northern Indiana. As I signed out the night security guard said, "you must be a really important lady." I didn't even bother trying to contain my laughter.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
I Just Realized
I have old lady arms.
Workings of the Mind
On Mother's Day, my family was here at our house hanging out. Sitting in the family room were my Mom, Dad, sister J, T, and I. I was discussing someone I know and mentioned that he sports that generally unsightly patch of hair just under his bottom lip. I'd recently learned a new phrase for that thing - one that disgusts me every time I think of it.
Me: You know what they call that, don't you?
Kelly's Mom: A soul patch.
Me: A flavor saver!
Kelly's Mom: (gasp) In front of your daughter?!?
Me: Food, Mom, think food.
J: Mom, in front of your granddaughter?!?*
*Apologies to Papa, (Kelly's Dad) who claimed to have missed the entire conversation when it happened but who is now being exposed to it again.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Call Me Phil
I had the TV on while I made and ate dinner yesterday. I was tickled to see the clips of the President working his way through his speech and then realizing either that he'd been told to start too soon or that the cameras had begun broadcasting while he was still rehearsing. He looked like a deer caught in Dick Cheney's crosshairs.
Truth be told, though, I felt a little sorry for him. He's at the mercy of the gazillion folks behind the cameras telling him what to do. And if he got caught practicing, well, no big deal. I certainly wouldn't want him giving a speech without having run through it first. It was still funny.
Speaking of buffoons, I scared myself half to death this morning. I was blow-drying my hair in my bedroom when a saw a shadowy figure entering my doorway. I gasped and jumped back. Turned out to be MY shadow. I'm not sure what this means: An extra 6 weeks of spring? A few days of winter coming in the middle of spring? Maybe it just means I need another vacation.
Thanks to Matt who helped me figure out last night that my wireless problems were likely not caused by my wireless card. Saved me at least $50 and probably closer to $300 and days of frustration.
For now, I am back on the airwaves, having once again managed to configure the wireless connection in my laptop. Being able to sit out on my back porch (patio?) and work/blog/goof off online in the sun would bring me MUCH joy. Now if only we could have some sunny days....
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
You're My Obsession
A woman on the elevator this morning was wearing Calvin Klein's Obsession. It reminded me of when I was a freshman in high school and received a bottle of the perfume as a birthday gift from my boyfriend. We'd had family over at the house and when I walked in and showed off my gift my Grandmother told my Dad he'd better get me a box of condoms just to be safe.
Monday, May 15, 2006
You Just Never Know
Me (to T): Just in case you wind up in a situation where you need to drink the water from the toilet down here, I bought one of those bleach tablets today and put it in the tank so I don't think you should be drinking it.
T: You need to blog that.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Time Well Spent
I'm super behind at work, but I positively refuse to do any work this weekend. I'm exhausted and so relieved to be done with the trial.
I slept in (sort of) and then around 3:30 in the afternoon, GCB came over to hang out with me and T. T made spaghetti, salad, and bread for all 3 of us and we watched The Princess Bride. I absolutely love that movie.
After the movie, the kids ran off to work crew for a show at school, and I went to the mall to spend some coupons I'd earned at New York & Co. - great store.
I'm home and about to pop in a movie, though I will likely fall asleep. I bought Man on Fire, The Notebook, and Blow.
The plan for tomorrow is relax, spend time with family, and drink margaritas from a bucket. I'm slowly beginning to feel like a normal person again - as normal as it gets around here, anyway.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
T: Get over it.
Me: I'm so over it I was never under it.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
When I was little, we didn't have Atari. We had Intellivision.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Do you ever get the urge to stand up in open court and bald-faced ask a question about a piece of evidence you successfully fought to have excluded from trial? No? Neither do I.
Which is good, given that I'm headed to trial this morning.
Hold it down, kids.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Sort of like thick, but different. Not too fat, but just thick enough. I'm diggin' it.
Nights Like This
Yesterday. I left work at 7:30pm after finishing a summary judgment draft I'd promised for Friday. I should've given this project away due to trial demands, but I didn't and I had to finish it. I drove home, grabbed bucket of frozen margaritas, and headed to my Mom's for a mini-Cinco celebration, complete with delicious meaty bean dip and a good episode of Without a Trace.
T was at a track meet out of town and not estimated to return until at least midnight. A little after 10 I was exhausted and decided to go home and go to sleep - sleep! - while waiting for T to return. I got very little sleep this week and I was looking forward to a good 9 or 10 hours to hopefully recharge my batteries for a weekend of trial prep.
I arrived home and pulled into the garage as always. As the door shut behind me, I kept an eye out for would-be burglars/rapists trying to roll in at the last minute under the closing overhead door, as I always do. Nada. Then as I approached the door to the house, I heard a beeping noise. It was a sensor, one that normally alerts us to a particular door being open. Except that door should not have been open and that beep was not sounding when I'd stopped by earlier.
I got right back in the car, pulled back out into the driveway, and weighed my options. My neighbor would have been happy to help, but it was late - 11ish - and their lights were off. I called Tommy, who would have helped, but he was on call at the hospital. Dad was playing poker. Most of my friends were undoubtedly asleep. I cannot describe to you how frustrated I was. I was tired. Drained. There I sat, a 32yo independent woman, in my car, in my driveway, unable - or at least refusing - to enter my own home.
I finally did what any sensible Mom would do, I called T, who was on the bus and still 2 hours away, and asked if GCB (he's on the track team with her) would help us check things out when they got home.
Then I drove back to my Mom's and napped a little on the couch while waiting for the kids to return. Things are fine and it seems a power outage or surge caused the problem. For that I'm thankful. But that feeling of helplessness I didn't like at all, and I'm not sure if there's anything I can do about it.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Just a Post
-I left work around 10pm last night.
-I went to bed at midnight and got up at 4:30am.
-So we are clear, I am a person that needs WAY more sleep than that, and it isn't the first time this week that I've gotten so little of it.
-We managed to leave on time this morning, but had to turn around and go back because I'd left something at home.
-When I dashed back in, I grabbed 4 Triscuits and a slice of cheese to eat while driving T to school, along with a packet of ketchup I had in the car. I felt like Tom Hanks.
-I have not finished something I promised to have done today.
-I am so tired.
-Today's lyrics are from a song that is one of T's favorites at the moment. Whenever it comes on the radio she belts it out like she's on AI. I kinda like it too.
-Happy Cinco de Mayo; I'm a little surprised Google didn't make one of their little creative pages in honor of the day.
-You got anything?
Thursday, May 04, 2006
I wish the plural of basis was basises. Or that it was spelled baseez. Because when I use the correct version, I worry that people who don't know better will think I've inappropriately used some version of base.
Yes, I'm losing it.
And your password will expire in 6 days.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Fun (n) - A source of enjoyment, amusement, or pleasure.
I'd just like to take a moment to clarify my concept of fun. As people I talk with learn I am preparing to assist in trying my first jury trial - which begins MONDAY - many of them exclaim something along the lines of, "What fun!"
This is not my idea of fun, folks. See definition above. Of course, I'm sure my performance next week will be a source of amusement for those watching, just not for me.
2 + 2
I know it's May. And in April, I knew May was coming. I also knew that the Mini Marathon, for which I registered long ago, was coming. And last week I learned that this week is packet pick-up. You know, go get your timing chip and bag of goodies from the Convention Center in prep for the race. But I just didn't realize that the Mini was THIS weekend. Somehow, that detail escaped me.
Recognition dawned this morning as I listened to the TV news while getting ready for work. I was stunned. Seriously. And now I have to decide whether to go through with it. I don't run it, mind you, I only walk. But it's still rather demanding, especially for someone as out of shape as I am. I'm also just realizing that Mom, who has run the thing for over a dozen years, might be planning to skip it as well. She has unfortunately been having awful leg and back pain for several months.
I'd love to participate; it would be my 3rd year doing so. But work demands are high right now and I'm just not sure I can swing it.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Conversation between me and T after we observed a couple, both young and neither wearing helmets, on a motorcycle next to us at a traffic light:
T: Never in a million years.
Me: What? Ride without a helmet?
T: Ride at all.
Me: Really? Me, too, probably, but that surprises me about you.
T: (thoughtful pause) Well, it would have to be with someone I trusted completely.
Me: That's a good motto to have about sex, too.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Something to look forward to...
The Lawnmower Man
I've found something else to feel guilty about, because that's just what I need to be wasting my energy on these days. Mr. J, who did some initial sprucing up of my yard at the beginning of the season and who has cut my grass every week for the past 3 weeks, called me this morning at 7:40am. Now, mind you, I had just pulled in to the parking garage; it's not like I was asleep or anything. But 7:40am? Very few people would I call at that hour.
Mr. J: Do you want me to come out and mow your lawn today?
K: Ah, isn't is supposed to rain all day?
Mr. J: No, no it isn't.
K: Well, it doesn't look too bad so I don't think I need it yet. I'll give you a call later.
Mr. J: When are you going to call me, then?
K: Let's just see how it grows and when the neighbors mow theirs and I'll call you.
Mr. J: Okay, then.
Sigh. This type of situation drives me crazy. He clearly wants the cash I've been providing him and he isn't going to let it go until I set the record straight. We don't have a standing agreement, and I told him T wants to mow the lawn. But he also probably suspects that we haven't bought a lawnmower yet, and he's right. The problem? My neighbor approached me last week and offered to mow my lawn for cheaper than what I'm already paying ("beer money"). He and the guy who has recently moved in on the other side of us are going to work together this summer and do some yard work on the side in the neighborhood to make a little extra money. This would be a great arrangement for several reasons: they'll be cheaper, they can just mow my lawn when they do theirs, and they are willing to do other yard-related work that I might want or need done.
I just can't bring myself to tell Mr. J. Not only do I feel like I've let him down, but I think he'll switch into hard sell mode and drop his price repeatedly in an effort to get me to change my mind. This is a super small potatoes problem in the grand scheme of things, but it's nevertheless one I wish I didn't have at this moment.
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