Wow, lots of good things happening of late – I can’t say I’m not a little baffled by my stint of good luck, but it’s probably best not to ask questions and just enjoy the ride. The divorce process went from hitting-every-pothole-in-the-road bumpy to smooth-as-silk easy over the course of a week or so, and I’m happy to announce that with a little more luck, I should be a single woman come February 11th! Of course, I’m actually far from single, and of course, I have to be prepared for any curveballs that could still be thrown my way by the effin’ NJ court system, but all signs are pointing to divorce-land. It’s time to start a new chapter in my life, so I’m hoping to dot those “i”s and cross those “t”s and for the love of Pete, get this thing over with. On to bigger and better things!
Change is kind of the theme as of late, because, ironically, I’m also moving out of my apartment this weekend. This is great because: A) I’m officially moved in with my main squeeze (even though I’ve actually been living there for quite some time), and B) I won’t have to pay for rent and cable for February. Wahoo! But this is also kind of bad in the timing department because I’ve got a busy month of vacation and work travel coming up starting on Monday, and I’m kind of falling behind in all the stuff I still gotta do. No matter. Whatever gets done will get done, and whatever doesn’t…well…will be waiting for me when I get home.
Sigh.
But this ‘official’ move out of my apartment has kind of left me feeling a little more settled and at home in that amazing house of his…er…I mean ours. Poor Brian is slowly losing his bachelor pad one vase and wall-hanging at a time. He seems to be taking it in good stride, though. It’s all about turning HIS house into OUR home, and I think this transition is putting a smile or two on both our mugs. *takes a moment with that dopey grin on her face to reflect on moving in with Brian. Warm fuzzies abound…*
So, I’ve got about a million things to do between now and Monday when we leave for our fabulous winter vacation in Quebec including (but not limited to) moving out of my apartment, massive amounts of laundry, packing, gatherings Jericho’s crap together for a stay with Mom-mom and Pop-pop McVey, and perhaps taking part in the annual Mt. Holly Chili Cook-off. Okay, I’ll most likely just be hanging out with Carrie, Rob, Skip, and Erin and sampling delicious chili while THEY take part in the Chili Cook-Off, but I’ll take a little “fame by association.” And if I’m not mistaken, Brian is trying his darndest to squeeze in an early-morning game of “old school pond hockey” in the drainage area next to the house on Sunday (injuries are anticipated), capped off with dinner and a doggy-transfer at the McVey’s Sunday night. Monday’s adventures start at about 4:00am EST.
I swear, I didn’t know that 4:00 am even existed ‘till I met this kid.
Whew. I’m tired already.
So, stay tuned for NUMEROUS fabulous pictures of my Quebec adventure and hopefully a jubilant (and possibly drunken) announcement of divorce in the near future. Hooray for Fridays! Hooray for Vacations! Hooray for CHANGE!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Random
I considered writing about a lot of different things today.
I could have written about how excited I am that my trip is 5 days away and how I have muchos
packing to do involving practically every winter-appropriate garment in my wardrobe, which makes me glad that we’re driving and not flying because at this rate I’m gonna need a tractor-trailer to get all my stuff to Quebec, because, damn it, it’s cold up there!
I thought about writing about the minor wrist injury I obtained while snowboarding this weekend, and about how, while I was disappointed that I had to cut the day short, there’s a small part of me who thinks sports injuries are awesome and my wrapped wrist is a testament to my adventurous weekend and makes me proud of myself for trying new things.
I almost wrote about the winter “storm” we’re going to get, and even
though I know for a fact that the weather people always blow these storms out of proportion and I know for a fact that corporate offices would rather have their employees risk life and limb to get to work than pay them for time spent not working, the little kid in me can’t help but hope that we’ll get a snow-day or at least a snow-morning tomorrow, and I’ll be able to tuck back under the covers and snuggle with my favorite dog (seeing as my favorite human will have already left for work – firemen don’t get snow-days)
And then, I though about writing about the fact that my lease on my Collingswood apartment is happily (but unexpectedly) ending two months early, and while I’m thrilled to not have to pay rent come February 1 (or ever after), I’m also faced with the burden of getting all my stuff out of the place by Saturday night, which is a bit overwhelming, considering I was going to spend the rest of the week packing for my trip at a leisurely pace that would have allowed for significant gym, home-improvement,and socializing time.
And it occurred to me to write about how awesome it is that
several pairs of my jeans and work-pants that were about to be too small for me are now fitting me again, and even though it’s just a matter of a few pounds, I’m thrilled to see that eating (more) healthy and working out (more) consistently are strategies that seem to be paying off, and not only am I now healthier and looking better, I won’t have to spend money on new pants either, which is always a good thing, because I really need to get new tires and replace that fersnuggen bent rim on my car.
But you know what I’m going to write about? Those little red and green dots you see when you close your eyes, or when you’re out at night and its pitch dark. What’s up with those things? Is it just your cones and rods going berserk over a lack of light, or are you maybe getting a peak into another dimension, considering that most modern-day physicists subscribe to the belief that there are in fact multiple dimensions, and our brains have a lot to do with keeping us from ‘seeing’ them, in a sense.
I’d like to think it’s a little of both.
Or maybe I just watch too much Discovery Channel.
I could have written about how excited I am that my trip is 5 days away and how I have muchos
packing to do involving practically every winter-appropriate garment in my wardrobe, which makes me glad that we’re driving and not flying because at this rate I’m gonna need a tractor-trailer to get all my stuff to Quebec, because, damn it, it’s cold up there!
I thought about writing about the minor wrist injury I obtained while snowboarding this weekend, and about how, while I was disappointed that I had to cut the day short, there’s a small part of me who thinks sports injuries are awesome and my wrapped wrist is a testament to my adventurous weekend and makes me proud of myself for trying new things.I almost wrote about the winter “storm” we’re going to get, and even
though I know for a fact that the weather people always blow these storms out of proportion and I know for a fact that corporate offices would rather have their employees risk life and limb to get to work than pay them for time spent not working, the little kid in me can’t help but hope that we’ll get a snow-day or at least a snow-morning tomorrow, and I’ll be able to tuck back under the covers and snuggle with my favorite dog (seeing as my favorite human will have already left for work – firemen don’t get snow-days)
And then, I though about writing about the fact that my lease on my Collingswood apartment is happily (but unexpectedly) ending two months early, and while I’m thrilled to not have to pay rent come February 1 (or ever after), I’m also faced with the burden of getting all my stuff out of the place by Saturday night, which is a bit overwhelming, considering I was going to spend the rest of the week packing for my trip at a leisurely pace that would have allowed for significant gym, home-improvement,and socializing time.And it occurred to me to write about how awesome it is that
several pairs of my jeans and work-pants that were about to be too small for me are now fitting me again, and even though it’s just a matter of a few pounds, I’m thrilled to see that eating (more) healthy and working out (more) consistently are strategies that seem to be paying off, and not only am I now healthier and looking better, I won’t have to spend money on new pants either, which is always a good thing, because I really need to get new tires and replace that fersnuggen bent rim on my car.
But you know what I’m going to write about? Those little red and green dots you see when you close your eyes, or when you’re out at night and its pitch dark. What’s up with those things? Is it just your cones and rods going berserk over a lack of light, or are you maybe getting a peak into another dimension, considering that most modern-day physicists subscribe to the belief that there are in fact multiple dimensions, and our brains have a lot to do with keeping us from ‘seeing’ them, in a sense.I’d like to think it’s a little of both.
Or maybe I just watch too much Discovery Channel.
Friday, January 23, 2009
And Speaking of Nuts...
WTF was I thinking? Why did I waste a post on crazy dogs, when I could have been celebrating the best food in the world?!?
Happy National Peanut Butter Appreciation Day!!!!!!!
Well, technically, its tomorrow, not today, but I avoid the computer like the plague on weekends, so I’ll have to post my salute to all things peanut butter a day early.
Anyway, I encourage you all to go out and enjoy some delicious peanut butter. Just do it responsibly – that salmonella outbreak is no joke. Strait up. You don’t want no salmodizzle in your peanut bizzle.
Happy National Peanut Butter Appreciation Day!!!!!!!
Well, technically, its tomorrow, not today, but I avoid the computer like the plague on weekends, so I’ll have to post my salute to all things peanut butter a day early.
Anyway, I encourage you all to go out and enjoy some delicious peanut butter. Just do it responsibly – that salmonella outbreak is no joke. Strait up. You don’t want no salmodizzle in your peanut bizzle.
Clinically Depressed Poodle Attacks Former French President
There's poetry to be found somewhere in that heading.
Got this story from Michael K on Dlisted.com:
Clinically Depressed Poodle Attacks Former French President!! Is It Okay To Laugh?
Seen here is former French President Chirac with his pet Maltese Poodle Sumo. Sumo may seem like your regular poodle: barks at anything that moves, loves rhinestone collars against its fur, sticks its nose up at mutts... etc...etc.. Well, Sumo isn't your regular bitch. The motherfucker is certifiable! The crazy bitch reportedly went after Chirac for no reason and mauled his French ass (or face, this hasn't been confirmed)! Maybe Chirac told Sumo his butt looked fat. You know how bitchy those poodles can be.
Chirac's wife said Sumo has become crazier and crazier over the years. He's like the gay ass version of Cujo! Cujosofierce! The bitch was diagnosed "clinically depressed" and is currently on anti-depressants. She said, "The dog went for him for no apparent reason. We were already aware the animal was unpredictable and is actually being treated with pills for depression. My husband was bitten quite badly, but he is certain to make a full recovery over the coming weeks."
Maybe Sumo was sick of taking Prozac or whatever the fuck they are hiding in his Fancy Feast (you know he eats cat food, he's that elegant). Bitch just wants a damn joint and a DRANK so he can mellow the hell out.
It's obvious that Sumo and Chirac can no longer be best girlfriends. That's why I'm suggesting that Parasite Hilton adopts Sumo. The ugly whore loves dogs, right? Once he's done mauling the wonk off her face, he can go live with Jessica Simpson, then the Kardashians....and so on and so forth.... Sumo: Mauling the dumb bitches of Hollywood one bite at a time!
Seen here is former French President Chirac with his pet Maltese Poodle Sumo. Sumo may seem like your regular poodle: barks at anything that moves, loves rhinestone collars against its fur, sticks its nose up at mutts... etc...etc.. Well, Sumo isn't your regular bitch. The motherfucker is certifiable! The crazy bitch reportedly went after Chirac for no reason and mauled his French ass (or face, this hasn't been confirmed)! Maybe Chirac told Sumo his butt looked fat. You know how bitchy those poodles can be.Chirac's wife said Sumo has become crazier and crazier over the years. He's like the gay ass version of Cujo! Cujosofierce! The bitch was diagnosed "clinically depressed" and is currently on anti-depressants. She said, "The dog went for him for no apparent reason. We were already aware the animal was unpredictable and is actually being treated with pills for depression. My husband was bitten quite badly, but he is certain to make a full recovery over the coming weeks."
Maybe Sumo was sick of taking Prozac or whatever the fuck they are hiding in his Fancy Feast (you know he eats cat food, he's that elegant). Bitch just wants a damn joint and a DRANK so he can mellow the hell out.
It's obvious that Sumo and Chirac can no longer be best girlfriends. That's why I'm suggesting that Parasite Hilton adopts Sumo. The ugly whore loves dogs, right? Once he's done mauling the wonk off her face, he can go live with Jessica Simpson, then the Kardashians....and so on and so forth.... Sumo: Mauling the dumb bitches of Hollywood one bite at a time!
Okay, first of all, can I just say that Michael K is ridiculous and I love him?
Second of all, I know EXACTLY what this guy must be feeling right now! My family had a poodle growing up that must have been beat with the same crazy stick as Sumo, because that dog was NUTS! I don't have any pictures of Benny, mostly because any time we tried to take a picture of him, it immediately disintegrated in flames due to the evil nature of it’s subject-matter (that, or there were no digital cameras around when I was growing up...same difference). However, below is an artist's rendition of what Benny looked like circa 1995:
Benny was seriously insane. He used to pee all over any crate or room that we would try to put him in, which completely defies the purpose of crating in the first place. What kind of nut-job pees where he sleeps?! Benny would also bite me on a regular basis, because he was the worst dog that ever existed. Period. One time, he almost bit me in the eye. If his tooth had hit me an inch to the left, I would have been blind! Ironically, we had to put him down at the ripe old age of 14 because he went blind. My mom had to stay home with him because he kept running in to things. LOL. Serves him right, the little bastard. Anyway, let’s have a moment of silence for the most evil dog that was ever conceived from the depths of hell.
Benny, you might have been the biggest POS dog that ever lived, but you are missed (in a McCain-misses-Vietnam kind of way)
Thursday, January 22, 2009
McNugget, Anyone?
I stumbled across this pretty picture on the interwebz today:
Now, I know what you’re thinking right now...
“Wow, I LOVE strawberry ice-cream, and that’s a WHOLE LOTTA strawberry ice-cream there!”
But allow me to burst your bubble.
This, I’m sorry to say, is what Chicken McNuggets are made out of.
Ladies and Gentleman, may I present to you:
Mechanically separated chicken.
Ugh, I knew there was a reason why I’ve been abstaining from McDonalds for the past 3 years and 2 months. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.
Happy Thursday, folks.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Chasing Time
Where, oh WHERE does the time go? Why does it seem like I’m running in place, filling the hours between the job and the bed to the brim, but accomplishing nothing? Why does it seem like I’m merely putting out fires instead of checking off lists. I swear, sometimes I think my life just rolls along whether I’m actively participating in it or not. I have this nagging sense of loss of control, and I don’t necessarily like it
My poor painting sits in the sunroom, half finished waiting to turn into something instead of blotches of nothing. My junkmail piles up in a passive-aggressive kind of way, not really demanding attention, but not exactly settling for being ignored, either. My dog looks up at me and says, “Why don’t we go on walks anymore? Remember walks? They’re so fun!” And the projects conceived in my brain are getting backed up; it’s like a traffic jam of ideas and potential, being held up by…what? Time, I guess. Or a lack thereof.
Between work and commuting and meals and the gym and my need for excessive amounts of sleep (9 hours, kthanxbye) and an insatiable appetite for quality time with the boyfriend, it seems like there’s very little time left for stuff. There’s a constant tug-of-war going on in my head these days:
My poor painting sits in the sunroom, half finished waiting to turn into something instead of blotches of nothing. My junkmail piles up in a passive-aggressive kind of way, not really demanding attention, but not exactly settling for being ignored, either. My dog looks up at me and says, “Why don’t we go on walks anymore? Remember walks? They’re so fun!” And the projects conceived in my brain are getting backed up; it’s like a traffic jam of ideas and potential, being held up by…what? Time, I guess. Or a lack thereof.
Between work and commuting and meals and the gym and my need for excessive amounts of sleep (9 hours, kthanxbye) and an insatiable appetite for quality time with the boyfriend, it seems like there’s very little time left for stuff. There’s a constant tug-of-war going on in my head these days:
“Do the dishes or read a book”
“Sweep the floor or cuddle with the dog”
“Sweep the floor or cuddle with the dog”
“Go to the gym or finish painting the basement”
“Fold the laundry or watch an hour of TV”
And if Brian and I are home together, it’s like life stops completely. I know that’s not really a rational way to go about day-to-day living, but god help me, if he’s around, chances are I’ll be up his ass. Can’t help it – I love the guy. We could be watching paint dry (actually, that’s exactly what we did last night), and as long as we’re together, I’m having a blast. Great for my happiness; not so good for dishes that are piling up in the kitchen sink. Meh.
I was hoping that after the holidays, things would settle down a bit. Granted, the great “Basement Flood of ‘08” has demanded more time and attention that we would have ever though possible (who knew concrete walls required not one, not two, but THREE freaking coats of paint to look uniformly white?!?). And granted, of late, precious weekends have spent in the pursuit of all things fun rather than getting around to organizing the bathroom closet. But c’mon people! You only live once! And snowboarding is really fun!
Well, I fear I’m paying for these adventures with a messy house, a rammy dog, and a pile of laundry that probably requires its own zipcode. And I think I’m going to have to learn to be okay with that, because until scientists figure out a way to cram a few more hours in the day, my time will be limited to working, eating, driving, snuggling with my man, and attempting to get my heart-rate up to 165 bpm. And if I happen to have the luxury of an entire day off with Brian, then adventures will be pursued, no matter what the cost. I guess it’s just all about priorities. My floor may be covered in animal hair, and I may be running out of clean dishes, but come Monday, I’ll probably have a pretty cool story to tell. Just try to ignore my wrinkled clothes.
“Fold the laundry or watch an hour of TV”
And if Brian and I are home together, it’s like life stops completely. I know that’s not really a rational way to go about day-to-day living, but god help me, if he’s around, chances are I’ll be up his ass. Can’t help it – I love the guy. We could be watching paint dry (actually, that’s exactly what we did last night), and as long as we’re together, I’m having a blast. Great for my happiness; not so good for dishes that are piling up in the kitchen sink. Meh.
I was hoping that after the holidays, things would settle down a bit. Granted, the great “Basement Flood of ‘08” has demanded more time and attention that we would have ever though possible (who knew concrete walls required not one, not two, but THREE freaking coats of paint to look uniformly white?!?). And granted, of late, precious weekends have spent in the pursuit of all things fun rather than getting around to organizing the bathroom closet. But c’mon people! You only live once! And snowboarding is really fun!
Well, I fear I’m paying for these adventures with a messy house, a rammy dog, and a pile of laundry that probably requires its own zipcode. And I think I’m going to have to learn to be okay with that, because until scientists figure out a way to cram a few more hours in the day, my time will be limited to working, eating, driving, snuggling with my man, and attempting to get my heart-rate up to 165 bpm. And if I happen to have the luxury of an entire day off with Brian, then adventures will be pursued, no matter what the cost. I guess it’s just all about priorities. My floor may be covered in animal hair, and I may be running out of clean dishes, but come Monday, I’ll probably have a pretty cool story to tell. Just try to ignore my wrinkled clothes.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Out with the Old and In with the New
If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times: that man sure knows how to give a speech!
What a proud day to be an American! Although I was kicking myself for not having the foresight to finegal a way to attend the inauguration in person, I was more than thrilled to be able to watch history in the making via a live stream of it from my (significantly warmer) office. It was an amazing event, to be sure. I don't know what was more impressive: the surging croud of more than 2 million people who showed up to celebrate what is hopefully a major turning-point in the history of America, or the moving performances by musical giants like Aretha Franklin and Yo Yo Ma. (I don't care if her hat DID look like a ginormous Christmas present mounted saucily to one side of her head, Aretha Franklin still is and will always be the Queen of Soul). I couldn't think of a performance more fitting to welcome in our new leader.
And then President Obama (oh man, it feels good to write that) spoke. And what a speech it was! Never have I been more hopful for the future of this country. Never have I been so prouud to be an American. I lok at this man - this African American man that MY COUNTRY actually voted for, and for the first time, I believe we can do the impossible. Of course, I don't expect him to work miracles over night, or even over his first term (Obama 2012!!). But he is sure to be an advocate for change and an ongoing representative of what our country could potentially become. And he couldn't have come at a better time.
Mr. President, I think I speak for the vast majority of Americans when I say Welcome to the White House!!! It's been a long, tough journey, but you managed to get there with your dignity, open-mindedness, and intelligence waving like a banner, ushering in a new era of progressiveness, restring hope in all Americans for a better tomorrow. We're all counting on you, and I know you won't let us down.
Rock on, Mr. President. Rock on.
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