Friday, November 30, 2007

What's this stuff falling from the sky? Oh yeah, rain.

Well, this certainly would have been helpful a month ago. It is raining in Southern California. No, not, drizzle or showers, but full-on rain, all-day. Umbrella-requiring rain! It's funny, because not only are California humans all confused by it, but so are our pets. Nikki ruined the last hour of my sleep from 5am to 6am because she was crying about the *scary* sound of rain on the tile roof, ala Chicken Little. THE SKY IS FALLING! Shaking like a leaf. Granted, now that we have almost no attic (good 'ol volume ceilings and skylights), it was probably the loudest rain on a roof I have heard, but seriously. This dog needs to get over loud noises and let me sleep. She it too much of a wuss.

Then this morning, they both refused to go outside in the rain to do their morning business. No, sir! You would think they were both the Wicked Witch of the West and they'd melt on the spot! So I had to run around rearranging the garage so they could have access to the doggie door when they finally reached the "I can't hold it anymore" point (which I hope they use and don't decide to do #2 on my garage floor).

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Tomorrow is Pay Day! Yay!

What interesting things do I have to tell you about today...

Well, last night I went to see one of my father's favorite bands from when he was in his 20s. Made the drive up to Anaheim which was not as painful as I had anticipated. Generally, you don't want to be on the 5 near Irvine during rush hour. But by 6pm, it was maybe a 10 minute delay. Anyway, I gret up hearing the Raspberries' songs, my father had (and still has) all their vinyls including the solo albums of the lead singer, Eric Carmen.

I have to say that Eric Carmen needs to re-think he hairdo/style. He very much resembled a female with the hair and eyebrows and such. I think he had a face lift - he had that slightly pulled lookup around the eyes and the man is 58. He should have *some* wrinkles. I only saw them around his neck. Anyway, the crowd was definitely in the 40-60 age range. A few people in their 20s and 30s, but I could have probably counted them on my hands. And I was sitting next to this hugest dork ever. He was pretty spastic during the whole thing. He would start doing air guitar in his seat during some of the songs and then switching to air drumming with his pretend sticks. I was having a really hard time not laughing at him. And he was highly sycophantic to the group. Like, he would make loud ejections, clearly so that the band could here him (it was a small crowd - we were maybe 30-40 feet from the stage). Like, dude, they don't know you and they're not going to think you're cool with the air guitar and "Go Raspberries!". It was like being next to a 13-year-old girl at a Justin Timberlake concert.

Anyway, overall, it was better than I expected and makes me think I could see if they've got a greatest hits album or something because I do like a lot of their stuff. Again, I'm the dork who likes 70s music (I have always liked the Bee Gees. It's all my father's fault. I blame/thank him).

Oh, and I went to the Starbucks in the Albertson's this morning and I saw an extremely odd sight. This woman was hanging out by the door and she looked like a hooker. A bad hooker. She was not a small woman and wearing weird clingy clothing (not alot of it, mind you). I wish I could have gotten a picture. The top was this like green leopard print and there was clearly no bra. And these things needed a bra - think small watermelons. I have average boobs and I wouldn't go without a bra in a shirt like that. Anyway, the left boob came down to about the navel region. The right boob, though, was strangely lifted. Like at normal boob height, defying gravity. So the asymmetry alone was something to... admire, in that train wreck sort of way (like, in my mind I was thinking, how did she get them to do that?). Shoulders exposed, and this pink skirt(?) that was all like askew, like a weird Stevie Nicks skirt, with the gypsy-like uneven edging. Smoking a cigarette, blue eyeshadow. Now, it's not "warm" in the morning here in November. It's like 45-50 degrees. And you're wearing that? At Albertsons? Outside? You must be a hooker. Or a someone with a several screws loose.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Back to the Grind. Ugh.

There's nothing like a extra-long weekend to make you feel no desire to go back to work and realize that you're not all that thrilled with your career choice. Now, I have no issue with my company, it's a good place to work. But there is nothing exciting about a corporate job. Pays the bills and then some, but fun, eh, not so much. So, it is begrudgingly that I drag my ass back to work. I suppose I should think positively. At least I don't work at my last job anymore where I would have probably had a nervous breakdown with the constant arbitrary "re-organization" of management (I swear, my dogs would have a better clue on who should lead than they do).

Turkey. Not Worth It.

So, I had a small amount of Turkey on T-day. And it was totally not worth it. I mean, if I'm going to "cheat" and eat meat, next time it's going to be something good. Like a burger. Not turkey. Plus, the husband had to give me shit about it, that it's disrespectful to other vegetarians that I ate meat. Whatever. I never said I was going 100%. To me, it doesn't have to be black and white. If I can reduce the amount of meat I eat by like 95% (which means I eat meat like 4 times a year or something), I feel like I am doing my part. I mean, to me, to make it black and white like that, is like saying, "Well, since I can't recycle every recyclable item I have, then forget it. Why recycle anything?" So, I try to ignore him because to me, that doesn't make sense. And I shouldn't need to eat meat just because he does -- I should be able to make my own food choices without feeling obligated to please him.

Blah blah blah. OK, I suppose it's time to get ready and start thinking happy thoughts, because it's this is starting out as a very "blah" week and I need to nip it in the bud, pronto!

Saturday, November 17, 2007

The Hazards of Being Short

I recently bought two tops for yoga - the stretchy types with the built in bra shelf - so that I could have better, more comfortable, attire for my practice (which is more active, Ashtanga & Vinyasa). Being a 1/4 inch shy of 5 feet, I am short. Only 1.75 inches over being able to join the LPA (Little People of America). Now--normally--tops are fine for me as I have a longer torso and shorter legs (the short legs thing makes pants shopping an exercise in futility. I have maybe 2 stores where I can shop shop for pants). Well. I guess the part of my torso that is longer does not include the region from my boobs to my shoulders. I had bent over to put my gear away in the cubby hole at the studio, then stood up and walked into the yoga room, all nonchalantly, completely unaware. I see this woman kind of like staring at me, and I look down and nearly all of my boob is out. Like top part of my areola is showing. Lovely. I then proceed through the first 30 minutes of class, compulsively adjusting my top so I don't flash my boob which nearly happened about 7 more times (and for some reason, it was the left boob that wanted out, right boob was mostly staying put. mostly). Finally, I take my headband I tie up the straps behind near the base of my neck. That worked out ok, but then my hair look ridiculous, with this funny crimp across the top. Way to have a centered practice. The only act of being "present" I had was making sure I didn't show my funbags to nine other people.

And last week, the other top was almost as bad, but at least I didn't flash part of my nipple. Before Ashtanga practice I had to have the teacher tie up the back of that one with a rubber band.

Needless to say, the sewing kit is coming out and I will have to perform some reconstructive surgery on the strap portions of these tops.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Patiently Awaiting the Winter Solstice...

Pooping out Wrappers

You know that saying/story/whatever about aging and how you go from infant to adult and then essentially back to infancy? Well, clearly Rusty is following this path. I swear I have a puppy on my hands, not as rambunctious but equally destructive and aggravating. So it's like having a puppy without the "fun" of having a puppy. The latest fiasco was Saturday. We were gone on a rare shopping trip for about 3-4 hours and we left them inside since it was going to be dark when we got back. Well, good 'ol Rusty managed to find the bag of candy on the dining room table. I am 95% certain it wasn't Nikki since she too small to reach up there. It probably wans't in his reach, either (though it was probably close since he can rest his doggy-chin on the table). He must have pulled the runner (because I found it shifted) until the bag was in reach and then dragged it to the floor. We came home to candy scattered around the living and dining room. Wrappers and such all over.

I found that pretty much all of the mini Snickers were gone as well as the Kit-Kats and Nutrageous-es (how does one pluralize Nutrageous?). Gone, no wrappers left over. Hmmm. Yeah.

So, for Rusty, he has been pooping out wrappers since Saturday. Nikki, on the other hand, is a smaller dog, so she has been alternating between pooping out some and urping up the rest. This morning she barfed up some wrappers and an intact Strawberry Laffy Taffy, still in its wrapper.
I am hoping by the end of the week it'll be out of their systems. I am not in the mood for more vet visits courtesy of Rusty, the Most Aggravating Dog Ever.

At least it wasn't a Total Wash.

I thought for a moment my options from my previous company were going to expire underwater. My trade window opened up in late October, and literally the day previous, I had 3 dollars per share to exercise. The next day, the windows opens, and it drops below my strike price. So like 1000 bucks gone. Poof!

However, I noticed yesterday that it was around $1.50 over my strike price and I quickly nabbed it. Figured, take it now, don't get greedy over 100 bucks and get left with nothing when they expire (in less than two weeks).

So it looks like I will at least get several hundred out of it which is nice. Better than a poke in the eye with a stick :o)

What's with all the Petersons?

This is odd. First, it's Tyler Peterson that shot up teenagers at a late night house party in Michigan and then shot himself back in October. Then there's Kelsey Peterson, the 26 year old teacher who ran off with her 13 year-old former student to Mexico. Next, it's Drew Peterson who looks like he may have killed his last two wives. And let's not forget Scott Peterson who was convicted of killing his wife (Laci Peterson) and unborn child.

Does anyone else this this is really a funky coincidence?

Monday, November 5, 2007

It's November Already?

Halloween - Out of Candy by 7:30pm

Well, as expected, our neighborhood turned out to be even more active than out old neighborhood up in the Inland Empire. We bought about 10 bags or so of candy - 20 bucks worth. It was gone by 7:30pm. I got home around 7:45pm from teaching the two classes at the Y, and I swear, I had to drive less than 20 mph down the street out of fear that I would run someone over. There were that many people still out.

Now, from what I remember as a kid, 8pm was usually the cutoff time where only the read die-hards were still out. After 7:30pm, our light was off and we still got at least 3 rings of the doorbell. One came past 9pm. 9pm? Are you kidding me? That's a little much.

So I guess next year we'd better buy more or we can just be all ba-humbug and just buy the same amount :o) Let someone else break the bank for Halloween.

Fear of the Office Soda Machine

We get free beverages at work, dispensed by a standard vending machine. You just push a button and out comes what you want. Cool, right?

Except sometimes, without warning, it will decide to spit out a second different can of soda. Each time I go to get my Diet Coke fix, I have this fear that a can of Mountain Dew will come barreling down as I reach my hand in to take my Diet Coke. So when it comes time to pull the can out, I do it as fast as I possibly can. Like the Boogie Man Soda Machine will break my fingers with a V8, and then I'll have to somehow explain the absurd injury and people will think I am a nut job.

On the iPod...

Well, I spent most of the weekend loading up the pod. It now has close to 4 gigs on there -- 750+ songs. I've got Toad the Wet Sprocket's Dulcinea playing at the moment. Whatever happened to these guys? They have good stuff.