Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Me: (eating with T at Fazoli's late this evening) I should go for a walk when we get home, it's still light out.
T: You should. Why don't you?
Me: Because I'm tired.
T: That's exactly why you should go.
Me: That's exactly why you're a poopy head.
T: You sound like you are three years old right now.
Monday, May 28, 2007
T and I spent some time at my office yesterday; I was working and she was studying for her most difficult final this semester, which is tomorrow. After our efforts, we decided on an impromptu dinner at Bazbeaux's downtown.
The rain had recently passed, and we sat outside under the awning, enjoying the cool-ish air while we ate. Shortly before we finished, a group of 4 women arrived. They had just come from the race, and whether you were a customer eating inside or outside the restaurant, it was hard not to miss their arrival, what with the shouting and clamoring and general drunken hubbub. They dispersed for a bit, 2 of them off to purchase cigarettes somewhere and the other 2 looking for something that had apparently gone missing, "Why would I take off my race hat?"
They eventually all assembled again at at table behind my back, of which T had a clear view. The waitress appeared to take their orders. I didn't hear the first few requested items, but I did hear one request for a beer. Before I could even make a comment to T about dram shop laws, the waitress said, "I'm sorry but my manager said I can't serve you." As you might imagine, this news went over like a lead balloon.
Activity a notch below chaos ensued. The patron who'd been denied alcohol eventually stomped off, throwing her car keys on the table. Moments later she stomped back, demanding her keys from her friends, to no avail. So she did what any completely wasted person would do: she called the police. To report that her friends would not let her drive drunk. Not one of the brightest bulbs in the box, that one.
Friday, May 25, 2007
I spent over 4 hours yesterday helping T memorize over 400 Spanish vocab words. Snippets:
T: (showing me a notecard on which was written "el Yeti") Mom, do you know what this is?
Me: (thinking I sure didn't learn that in high school Spanish) Ummm, I'm not sure - a wise person?
T: (blank stare)
Me: Oh, wait, that's Yoda!
Me: (trying to come up with a way to help T remember that "castigar" means "to punish") You don't know what castigate means, do you?
Me: You could remember that "castration" would be a good punishment...that sort of sounds like castigar.
T: (cracking up)
Me: I see you know what that means.
She never missed "castigar" again.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Free Your Mind
All proud of myself, I signed up for Freecycle last night. The concept is simple: if there is something you have that you'd like to give away, send out a mass e-mail to the other freecyclers in your area, and if one of them wants it they will come get it. There are thousands of registered folks in the Indy area.
When I signed up, which cost nothing, I was pretty sure I chose the option to receive a "summary" e-mail notice of the day's postings. I need to double check that. Either way, I received DOZENS of e-mails today - it was distracting and I don't want to continue receiving them. One nice thing about the system is that the crux of the e-mail is right in each subject line (Wanted: twin bed; or Offer: old couch). This means that in most cases you don't have to open the e-mail to figure out whether you want to delete it.
I signed up because I'm a bit of a packrat and we have things, including a couple pieces of old furniture, that I ought to get rid of. This seemed like it might be a convenient way to do it. That said, I do NOT want to keep getting all these e-mails. I'll either have to "unjoin" or open a new gmail account just for my Freecycle notices.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
New word: starvalicious.
As in, "I can't wait for dinner 'cause I'm totally starvalicious."
Use it today; you'll be glad you did.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
You know things are really bad in your teenager's bathroom when she says, "Remind me to clean out my bathtub tomorrow." Blech.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Next They'll Discontinue Me
Why do I develop an affinity for products that get yanked off the market the moment I decide I love and keep buying them?
We've discussed my love for Calming Waters, no longer made by Bath and Body Works. I currently have 3 1/2 bottles, thanks to eBay, so my panic with respect to this topic is on temporary hiatus.
What about Chicken Tonight? Didn't anyone else love this stuff? I mean, the catchy commercial was a little annoying, but they had a great mushroom flavor sauce that was fantastic with chicken over rice. I don't have the time, talent, or inclination to recreate that stuff - why is it gone? It's still popular in Australia, the UK, and the Netherlands...hm.
Tonight, the last straw. My highlighter du jour was a Sanford Liquid Accent, much like this, in orange. I lent it to T and in a matter of hours the thing was nearly empty. So - after a couple of unsuccessful trips to various drug stores, we trekked to Staples this evening so I could replace my stash. Nada. And then I learn online that they are NO LONGER BEING MADE. Huh? I just don't get it. Why can't people just leave well enough alone? Those damn highlighters got me through law school and they are my FAVORITE. They are the best. And lest you think I'm crazy, I am not alone. I am, in a word, bereft.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Overheard at the Grocery Store
Little boy, about 4 years old to woman with extremely large posterior (much larger than mine -really.): You have a bit butt!
Woman, in retort: Well, you're short!
It's 80 degrees outside. The sun is shining and there is a nice breeze. T and I are inside, however, making a relatively serious attempt to get our "work" done. She has final exams this week and next. I have depositions for which to prepare, along with several other tasks to complete before the end of the coming work week.
I hate when it's nice out and we can't enjoy it. But I'm operating off of the "no pain, no gain" mindset at the moment, and trying to get T on board as well. We've enjoyed lots of time outside and with family since the beginning of Spring this year. There will be plenty more beautiful days...sometimes you just have to bite the bullet and do what needs to be done. I keep reminding her the start of her summer break is just a couple of weeks away and that her hard work now will make her time off that much sweeter.
Not to mention that though we got up early yesterday and went to my office to work, we enjoyed some quality break time in the afternoon. We strolled around in the sun at the Broad Ripple Art Fair for at least an hour, and then walked to the Brewpub for a delicious dinner outside. We also went to bed early, in preparation for the work to be done today.
So...back to the grind!
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Overheard at the Art Fair
20-something girl to a group of friends: "And I was like, 'I love Ike & Jonesy's,' and he was like, 'Ike & Jonesy's is for divorced people.'"
Hm. May explain my affinity.
Friday, May 18, 2007
I attended a "parent information meeting" at T's school because she wants to participate in a school sponsored trip to Egypt and Jordan next year. It is a fantastic opportunity, one that not everyone gets, and especially not at the high school level. I'm pleased that she's interested and I'd like her to be able to go.
I'm torn, however, because I'm not sure she "deserves" to go. That is, I think a chance like this - an expensive chance, as you might imagine - should be earned. To be fair, T has increased her efforts at her schoolwork and is doing reasonably well. But without airing all her dirty laundry (literally and figuratively), she has had some major missteps of late - a contention she would not dispute. She offers no explanations for her unacceptable behavior, but maintains that she ought to be allowed to make the trip next year.
I'm hesitant, and I don't quite know what to do. We're off to a bad start even as far as the trip is concerned: she informed me of the meeting, but she missed the prior student meeting, and didn't know the application, $500 deposit, and teacher recommendations were due this coming Monday. So we are behind from the start, which seems to me like a bad sign.
I'm inclined to let her apply, but to set some hard and fast requirements for this semester's final exam grades and her course grades for the first quarter in the fall. If she doesn't meet the goals we set, I'll have to stand firm and prohibit her from participating in the trip. A tough lesson, but likely a necessary one.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Hello there, neighbor
I have a huge ass zit on my chin; it's been incubating for about 36 hours. I tried to curb its growth, without much success. I imagine it would be difficult to hold a conversation with me right now without staring straight at it. It's almost its own person.
Speaking of neighbors, we had a "pond" meeting Tuesday night. My house sits on the end of a retaining pond and occasionally all the homeowners who line the pond get together to discuss pond issues. Our meeting was relatively productive: we agreed to pay for a professional pond "assessment," we decided on a method for dealing with the muskrats, and we agreed on an amount for dues.
I was admittedly a little stunned, however. I knew I was sort of "out of the loop" when it came to neighborhood issues, but every single one of the other attendees (including brand new homeowners, a young couple) was aware of a whole world out there by the pond that I was not. I had no idea we had muskrats. We also newly have moles and grubs. Coyotes have been spotted lately. 2 wild geese have made a home on the other side of the pond. They lived there last year and have become quite aggressive; they barely flee when chased with a broom. Someone has shaken their eggs this year due to the belief that if the eggs don't hatch, the parent geese will not return next season. Lately, a hawk has been swooping down to terrorize unsuspecting prey.
Here I was thinking I'd done a good job spending more time out on my back deck, admiring my surroundings. Little did I know all the drama that was unfolding out there. I'll have to try to pay more attention.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Walk This Way
I've managed an evening walk twice this week. Today T and I went together, but she was listening (and singing along) to her iPod for almost the entire walk, so it was much like walking by myself.
Monday's walk proved a little discouraging. I was proud of myself for getting out there despite being tired and having other things to do, but the view was less than inspiring. The time of day and direction I was walking meant that I spent quite some time staring at the wide view of my shadow walking along in front of me. I was horrified to discover that the activity I was engaged in was more of a waddle than a walk. It's enough to make a girl lock herself in her house and never emerge.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Other Technical Difficulties
I noticed as soon as I stepped off the parking garage elevators this morning and onto our building's marble-like floor that something was wrong with my shoes. Specifically, the little black thing on one of my heels was gone. I know when I lost it (or walked it away), but I didn't realize it at the time. So I was stuck that way all day. I'm a loud (heavy) walker anyway, which usually sounds like "clomp, clomp." Today, all day long, it was "click, clomp." So classy.
Our wireless network is acting up. Neither one of us could get online yesterday morning until I spent some time on the phone with the folks from Comcast. Eventually I was able to log on by bypassing the router, but that is not an appealing substitute because the cable modem is in a room with no furniture. My back can only stand such torture for short intervals.
This comes at a particularly bad time because T has finals coming up and I have plans for her to "buckle down" from now 'til the end of the year. Those plans include us spending time doing "homework" together, which we can't conveniently do without our wireless.
I have the router in my backseat and think I'll probably take it to the Geek Squad after work. I'm hoping they'll be able to confirm while we wait whether it needs to be replaced. I don't suppose you have any better ideas....
Thursday, May 10, 2007
(As I was dropping T off at school)...
Me: You didn't tell me that my hair looks crazy today.
T: (getting out of the car) I didn't think I needed to.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
New Office Furniture
I was "in line" for new office furniture at work and it was delivered yesterday. I was given my choice of the color of wood and I think the style of trim, along with the style of visitors' chairs and color of fabric for those. It looks nice, but will take some getting used to. I'm not big on change, so the new configuration has me a bit out of sorts.
The best thing about my new furniture, hands down? New furniture smell...mmmmmmm.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Tales of a Homeowner
Some guy (who smelled really good, that being neither here nor there) stopped by my house yesterday and tried to talk me into letting him seal my driveway. I told him I'm planning to replace the whole thing, hopefully before this winter. He pitched his services hard, saying he'd sealed it for the previous owners and could buy me another 3 years before it would have to be replaced, as he claims to have done in the past. I pointed out that if I would have to replace it eventually, it would make no sense to waste money on patching and sealing it. Then he offered to come and put 3 inches of asphalt on top of the current driveway. Hmmm. "Wouldn't it be better to just rip it up and start from scratch?" Even I could see that. He admitted I was right but kept trying to talk me into wasting my hard earned dough. I stood my ground and he gave up, leaving a card and telling me to call when I was ready to do something about my driveway.
And this morning...I checked my furnace filter! Who's proud of me? *round of applause* Thank you, thank you. It didn't need replacing - I don't think.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Another Gorgeous Spring Weekend
We had another fabulous weekend (despite some time spent at my office today emptying out my desk and file cabinets in anticipation of new furniture).
I got to party on Friday night and hang out enjoying my backyard with friends and family on Saturday. Today, T and I hung in the sun on the back patio and we even socialized with our neighbors, like normal people. This is what weekends are supposed to be like. I've been enjoying more weekends this way lately instead of spending time working. I haven't quite figured out how to shake the guilt yet, but I'm working on it.
That commercial about re-attaching lucky rabbit feet?
I don't watch all that much TV, but I've seen a few commercials lately that have caught my fancy. I've giggled several times at the cell phone commercial where the Mom has a second job as a taco. "Ho-la."
Thursday, May 03, 2007
T and I ate at Abuelo's for the first time last night. Actually, she'd already had dinner, so she just munched on some chips and salsa while I ate. They might have the best Mexican restaurant tortilla chips ever: light and crispy, every one of them. The salsa was decent and the queso was good, too.
I think our waitress was peeved that T didn't order dinner and I only wanted a salad. I wasn't being cheap, it was just what sounded good to me. I also ordered a glass of wine, partly because I wanted it and partly because I thought it might appease the waitress a bit. We sat and read (T was reading a book, and I was reading an Indiana Jury Verdict Reporter) and ate chips. And ate chips. And ate chips - until they were gone. Our waitress remained absent for quite some time - no chips, no wine, no salad. At length, she plopped a bowl of chips down on her way by the table.
When my salad finally came, she set it in front of me and began to walk away. "Could I have that Pinot grigio please?" "Oh," she answered, "I put it in...it's just that I had to run plates; they asked me to run 6 plates." Lady, stop yourself. I've been sitting here forever and I could see you the whole time - you weren't busy and you'd forgotten all about my drink.
When she brought the check, I noticed that she'd omitted T's Diet Coke. When she came by to collect payment, I pointed her error out to her. She thanked me and when she brought the receipt back for my signature, she thanked me again, pointing out that it was "sweet" of me to notify her of her error. It wasn't sweet, it was just honest. I'm hoping T picked up on the subtle lesson. And though I still owe Wal-Mart for my previous inadvertent indiscretion, I'm hoping last night's little episode illustrates to T that I generally walk the straight and narrow.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
An inquisitive reader asked: Do you date? (because it doesn't seem like you do).
First of all - I date! I mean, who could forget the guy who finds forgotten hundred dollar bills? And don't dates with T count? Plus, I lunch. I even eat dinner. I can't decide whether 2005, with its myriad disastrous dates, was better than 2006 or 2007, with their none.
The same reader asked: If you don't, why not? Why haven't you taken the time to make that a priority?
This last bit gave me pause. I'm sure I laughed out loud, alone in my office. Make it a priority? As though I've made some lifestyle choice not to date. I haven't. As though I have some sort of choice in the matter. I don't. Do I? I've spent a little time thinking about it, and I haven't come up with an answer. Frankly, I'm not sure I want to invest any effort in making something that sucks (dating) "a priority" in my life. But more than that, it never occurred to me that I COULD make it a priority. Isn't it just something that happens?
So what do you think? Can one make dating a priority? How?
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