Musical Tastes?

Ok, the first one is pretty obvious.  I’m stuck in a time warp, that I admit.  The rest on this list….I’m not convinced the influence levels for those are very accurate.

Your Taste in Music:

80’s Alternative: Highest Influence
80’s Pop: Highest Influence
80’s Rock: High Influence
90’s Pop: High Influence
90’s Rock: High Influence
Classic Rock: Medium Influence
Old School Hip Hop: Medium Influence
Punk: Medium Influence
80’s R&B: Low Influence
90’s Alternative: Low Influence
90’s R&B: Low Influence

How’s Your Taste in Music?

Holiday Weekend Over

How sad.  I’m not ready to go back to work.  It’s been so nice being lazy.  And I don’t even feel guilty about it.  Other than a few small projects around the house, I have done absolutely nothing the past 3 days.  In fact, I didn’t even leave the house except for once last night to buy smokes and pick up some Taco Bueno.  I’m not a hermit, really.  I’m just conserving gas.  😛

I talked to T earlier tonight.  I guess we really have been crossing signals or something.  I don’t call him because I don’t want to be annoying.  Plus I know he’s either working or in class all day and night.  He doesn’t call because I don’t call so he thinks I don’t want to talk to him.  He had fun hanging out with my friends but thinks it doesn’t matter if he is there or not because I am having fun with my friends either way.  And that I see them all the time, but him, not so much.  There was a month or so there where we saw each other almost every week.  And I didn’t know what to make of it. 

I told him you are welcome to come out with us anytime.  I would love to see you more often.  But you told me, almost a year ago, you had to focus on work and school and did not have time for a girlfriend.  I’m trying to respect that.  I like spending time with you.  With or without my friends.  All you have to do is ask.  I’m not a freaking mind reader, although some of my old friends were convinced I was psychic.  Or maybe they meant psycho.    Anyway.  So he said he did not remember saying he didn’t have time for a girlfriend.  Whatever.  Maybe he said it because, at the time, we barely knew each other and he wasn’t sure who he was dealing with.  I’m the type of person that, you tell me something like that, I’m not going to argue with you or try to change your mind. 

So he tells me I can call him anytime.  If he is busy, he will call back when he can.  I say likewise.  And invited him to dinner this weekend.  He says he doesn’t think he has any plans and would like that.  The not thinking he has plans thing…um…does that mean he’s waiting to see if a better offer comes along?  Or am I being anal?

Ugh.  When did dating become so complicated? 

Million Dollar Baby

I finally watched it earlier.  It was a pretty good movie, but don’t believe (all of) the hype.  I cannot comprehend how this won best picture this year.  In comparison to Finding Neverland, Hotel Rwanda, and The Aviator, it was average at best. 

Don’t get me wrong.  I liked it.  I just didn’t LOVE it.  The story was kind of cliched for the first half:  Girl (well, she’s over 30) from nowhere wants to be a boxer.  Wants a trainer.  Trainer doesn’t want to take on a girl.  Eventually he does.  She goes on a 1st round knockout spree.  Wants a title fight.  Then something bad happens.  And I pretty much cried for the rest of the movie.

It’s not a feel-good movie.  But it’s a good movie.

Oh yeah. I like it.

I watched the second disc of Six Feet Under:  Season 1 today.  It has episodes 4-8 on it.  After the first disc, I wasn’t sure, but having watched the next 5 episodes, I really like it.  I’m irritated that I didn’t time my Netflix movies better so that I’d have atleast the next one here to watch over the weekend. 

Instead, I have a foreign film and Million Dollar Baby.  And don’t feel like watching either of them.  So I’m watching this 80s marathon thing on Encore.  I’ve sat through Weird Science, About Last Night, and now, the 2nd Nightmare on Elm Street.  My life is so exciting. 

Atleast tomorrow isn’t the day before work.  It’ll be like it is Saturday all over again, only hopefully without all the cramps. 

Stuff Portrait Friday

I’m late, but it’s my first time to play.  So go easy on me.

I’ve taken the pictures, honest.  But downloading them requires me to leave my fetal position and go to the other computer.  I’ll add them here later.  Promise. 

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Ok, here goes. 

My trunk (at a weird angle, but I was too lazy to open the garage):

My dishes (I have 2 sets, the black Mikasa ones being the more formal, the Warhol’s Marilyn stuff for everyday):

 

And finally, alcoholic beverages of choice (7&7, Turkey & 7, or the dirtiest martini…I affectionately call them whores…you can make):

Sometimes it sucks being female.

I woke up this morning, against my will, at 8am, with the most horrible pain in my stomach.  I wasn’t sure if a) this was soreness from yesterday, b) I needed to have a serious trip to the bathroom, or c) I had incredible cramps of the female monthly persuasion.  Turns out it was all of the above.   Ugh.  Yet another reminder that I really need to schedule an appointment with a new gyn. 

I’ve been on birth control pills since I was about 14.  No, not because I was a promiscuous tramp, but because I was incredibly irregular.   Of course, in later years, the added pregnancy prevention aspect of them was an added bonus.  I’ve gotten off of them a couple of times in the last decade, just to see what would happen (and since, at those times, I wasn’t needing them for other reasons either).  Turns out I am still incredibly irregular. 

My prescription ran out almost 6 months ago, but I had a few spare packs of pills still laying around.  And knew that my current gyn, who I’m not particularly fond of anyway, had relocated her offices to somewhere more than 30 minutes away (depending on traffic).  So I had plans of finding a new one.  A friend recommended hers to me, but I’ve yet to schedule an appointment.  Which brings us to today. 

I’ve become incredibly spoiled, I admit.  I always knew when to expect the dreaded event.  I could even alter it with some planning.  But without the pills, I don’t have a clue until the morning of, when I wake up in pain usually from the cramps.  It could be months, it could be weeks.  I *think* the last time was the beginning of July.  But I wouldn’t swear to it.  Anyway, it looks like I get to spend my holiday weekend with one of the “joys” of womanhood.  Rotten timing. 

I did finally take a friend’s advice and buy a box of those stick-on heating pad things.  And boy am I glad I did.  Opened one up this morning and I think it saved my life in a way that loads of Midol could not. 

I guess it is a good day to curl up on the couch and watch dvds.  I’m sure the maid will be by later to clean my house.  *smirk*

What a day!

I went over to the hotel around noon to volunteer.   It’s amazing what word of mouth and the internet can do.  What they didn’t expect was the TONS of people who would hear about it and the TONS of items that would be donated.  It was absolutely incredible.

The hotel was overflowing, the parking lot, the side of the road in front of the hotel, the front of the office building next store, the entire 6th floor of that building….if there was ever any doubt about the kindness and generosity of people, this should restore your faith in mankind.

There were so many amazing stories and so much gratitude from those in need of the most basic of things. I really would have loved to have taken pictures, but just couldn’t make myself do it. These people have been through so much. And have so much more to go through. It just didn’t seem right to be flashing my camera in their faces. Yet another reason why I could never be a photojournalist.

By 9pm, I didn’t have an ounce of energy left, and even though there was still more to be done, I had to call it a night and go home.  It was a great experience though, and I’m glad I went. 

Afternoon plans

A hotel in the area is having a free garage sale today and Tuesday for guests at their hotel and any others displaced by Katrina (they are estimating we will have atleast 20,000 evacuees in our area by the weekend).  They’ve apparently received an overwhelming amount of donations so far (so much so that they are taking over a floor of the office building next door) and are in need of volunteers to sort everything.  They had people helping all through the night.  I’m taking off this afternoon so am going to head over there to pitch in and do whatever I can to be of use. 

I would really like to bring my camera(s), because I think this is the kind of thing to be captured.  But I don’t want to offend anyone either.  I’ll leave them in my car until I see how things go.

I’ve just recently learned about “Stuff Portrait Friday.”  It sounds like fun, so I’m going to start playing.  It will be a little later today before I have a chance to do the assigned photos, but I’ll get them up as soon as I can. 

Will work for food

Earlier this week, one of my bosses sent out an email to the managers and head of our department about the big project proposal we’ve been working on.  And made it a point to single me out as the person who put it together….and that it can be used as the foundation of a new service/product for us.  Lots of praise basically.   

It was nice to get the public pat on the back.  I’m saving all these things for future reference.  I’ve gotten quite a few of them since starting my new position at the beginning of the year.  Should come in handy when it comes time for my review.  I like to think so atleast.

So anyway, today, my other boss (I have 2 basically) sends me an email thanking me for my efforts.  And tells me to go have dinner with a friend and expense it as a reward.  Cool. 

I’m trying to decide where I’d like to go.  Think I’ll invite T, which means I probably won’t do it this weekend.  He’s supposed to be babysitting his niece as a favor so his brother and sister-in-law can celebrate their anniversary.

I think I can…I think I can…

Two more days of work to survive. I feel like the little engine that could. Chugging along to get to that 3-day weekend! Almost there…and just when I feel completely overwhelmed, all I have to do is turn on the tv to put things into perspective.

I cannot even begin to fathom what the people of Louisiana, Mississippi, and beyond are going through. They’ve lost their homes, their clothes, their belongings, their cars, everything. People that are stranded on their roofs, in attics, on balconies. People wading through water almost as deep as they are tall in some places. All trying to find somewhere safe.

It is impossible to imagine what must be going through their minds. Just seeing the images on television and the internet has had me in tears for much of the past few days.The entire population of New Orleans is being evacuated. Apparently over 80% of the city is now underwater. The makeshift shelter of the Superdome is no longer an option. They are getting people out however they can, in an effort to relocate the survivors to the Astrodome in Houston.

I found out my company matches gifts to approved charitable organizations. It’s a bunch of paperwork to make it happen, but will be worth it to essentially have my donation amount to the Red Cross doubled. It’s such a simple thing to do, but I feel better knowing I’m doing something to be of help.

Six Feet Under

A friend of mine mentioned this series to me a long time ago as something she thought I would enjoy. However, at the time, I didn’t have HBO. When I finally moved and was able to afford the premium channel, I didn’t want to start midway through it. So I never watched it.

Now, apparently the show has ended. But thanks to the magic of technology, these things are available on dvd. And thanks to the magic of Netflix, they are available at the click of a mouse.So right now, I am starting on season 1. Just finished watching the first episode. I haven’t formed an opinion of it yet. The first dvd has the first three episodes on it, so I’ll probably watch the next two tonight.

T called me earlier. That made me smile.

I’m not ready to go back to work tomorrow. This is the first weekend in a long time that I have done essentially no work (thanks to my internet being out) and it was incredibly nice. Surviving this week should be a breeze though, knowing that there’s a holiday weekend coming up next. Hooray for that.

Happy hour with T

Guess the folks at Comcast have gotten their act together. My internet is back up and running consistently now.

So Friday was fun. Had plans to stay in, but a late call from T prompted me to go out and meet him for drinks. Some friends of mine were still at happy hour (that I had previously planned to skip) so we decided to meet there.

Before I go any further with this story, it’s important to point out that, the night before, I’d gotten a few messages from P. Asking why I was not responding, why am I not interested in him anymore, etc. So rather than tell him it’s because he’s a slimey jerk with less than adequate equipment, I decide to take the easy way out and just tell him that I’m dating someone now (even though that’s not exactly the case)

.Ok, so back to Friday. T & I show up to the happy hour location and are saying hello to everyone (he’s met most of these people before) and lo and behold, who happens to be sitting with the group. Yep, you guessed it. P and one of his buddies. That couldn’t have worked out any better. I was just grinning from ear to ear. And of course, the fact that T kept putting his arm around me and stuff didn’t hurt. Although, that would’ve happened whether P was there or not. But it was just cool how that worked out. So maybe now P will stop with the ridiculous messages offering his “services.”

I had a lot of fun hanging out with T, and he and my friends got along great. I just hate not knowing where I stand with him. When we first met (almost a year ago now) he said he didn’t have time for a girlfriend right now….between work, school, whatever. Which was fine with me. Because at the time, I just thought he was incredibly hot and wanted to jump his bones (I won’t even go into detail on how long it had been since I’d even kissed a guy at that point). But as we went out more, and got to know each other better, I really like him. And we’ve talked about “us” somewhat.

I just can’t read him AT ALL and that frustrates me. One minute, he’s acting like we’re a couple, the next, friends. Case in point, we were dancing and being incredibly physical (touching, holding hands, hugs, arms around each other, etc) for most of the night. Then, when we are leaving, I get a….peck on the cheek? What the hell is that all about? But then I talked to him the next day and he just said he drank too much, was tired, and needed to get home. Maybe so. I don’t know.I’ll have to bring it up the next time we talk.

Maybe I’m just suffering the effects of low self-esteem right now and should stop trying to pick everything apart. We had fun together. That I know. And I’m glad we went out. He’s a fun guy. Even if we are just friends.Ugh. Ok, shutting up now.

How did we ever survive without it?

The internet, that is. My service has been off and on (mostly off) since yesterday afternoon. And the customer service for Comcast is a complete joke. If I had the option, I would so get rid of them and go back to dsl.

Anyway, just popping in for a minute while I have the ability to do so. I’m scared to enter too much in case my connection craps out again.

I did see T last night though. More on that later.
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Added at 6pm:
It’s 3 hours and later and I’m still up and running. Dare I be so brave as to try hooking my router back up now? Being tethered to a land line is such an inconvenience.

Passionate Expert?

I wouldn’t mind some quality, socks-off trouble soon.

Part Expert Kisser


You’re a kissing pro, but it’s all about quality and not quantity. You’ve perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone’s socks off. And you’re adaptable, giving each partner what they crave. When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

Part Passionate Kisser


For you, kissing is about all about following your urges. If someone’s hot, you’ll go in for the kiss – end of story. You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses. A total spark plug – your kisses are bound to get you in trouble

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

2 years and 3 months

That’s how long it will take me to pay off my credit card debt. Pathetic, isn’t it?

I could blame my generosity or my trust in people to actually pay off their loans. But I won’t. Ultimately I am responsible for the mess I have created. It’s really quite embarrassing to owe that much money for…for what? I look around my house and certainly don’t see $18K worth of merchandise. Or anything even remotely close to that.

It’s going to take some serious discipline, but I’m determined to stick to my newly devised payment plan and get this weight off my shoulders. As well as the weight on my fat ass, but that’s another story. Following the advice of Suze Orman, I’m focusing on the card with the highest interest rate (14.9%) first. Luckily, I was able to transfer the bulk of that one to a very low rate card, but there’s still several thousand left on it.

And as per Suze’s first Law of Money: truth creates money, lies destroy it. So here I am, being honest with myself (and whoever else happens to stumble across this). I cannot afford to use my credit cards. For anything. I’ll never make any progress if I continue to do so. I also can’t send every dime to my credit card only to leave myself broke every month either (law #3: Do what is right for you before you do what is right for your money.).

So I’ve come up with a realistic amount that I believe I can afford to pay each month as long as I stick to my budget. Sadly, it rivals my house note. But I’m not going to keep beating myself up over it. By October of 2007 I can (and will) be rid of this nightmare. There is just no other option. I’ve talked about it long enough. It’s (way) beyond time to get serious.

On a brighter note, my blogroll is back. Not sure what that was all about.

Bet you can’t guess…

…who woke up at 8am when she had a meeting 30 minutes away at 9? Luckily, the meeting was cancelled, so I was spared.I’m not feeling very good today. Not only am I lethargic, but I feel a little nauseous as well. I’d take the day off but then I’d be even further behind. So I am working from home today instead.

Hey! What happened to my blogroll? Strange things are afoot at the Circle K.

Oops.

Today was another long day, but a little less chaotic at work. Although I’m sure I’ll suffer the repercussions of focusing the whole of today on one project. For the rest of this week. If not longer.

Got home around 7pm and crashed for 2 hours. Hopefully that won’t be another factor in me not being able to sleep tonight. Meeting in the early AM, so I can’t afford to drag in late.I’ve decided that my problems sleeping are stress-related. I’m so ….

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Wow. That’s funny. I started this entry around 9pm I think. Apparently I got sidetracked (because that’s what I do these days). It is now 2:27am. Guess I answered my earlier question about not being able to sleep tonight. Damn.

Go to bed.
Hmmm…Fantasy hockey. I should do that.
TV show.
Need to reply to an email from work.
Another TV show.
I should change some of my players.
Damn. The AC is dripping again.
I need to schedule service for that.
I want some cereal.
Reply to that email first.
Empty the ashtray.
Crap. I missed the trash pickup today.
What time is my meeting tomorrow?
Was I supposed to have anything prepared?
I need to call and schedule that AC service tomorrow.
The dog wants out.
She needs a bath.
Oh yeah. Cereal.
Yum.
I’ve got to remember to buy some toilet paper. I’m dangerously low.
What’s that noise?
Oh yeah. Let the dog back in.

I’m lost. What was I doing again?

You know you’re tired when…

For starters:

  • You really wanted to see a certain someone yesterday but just couldn’t get up off the couch and make it happen.
  • You overslept, completely oblivious to your (multiple) alarms.
  • You bit into a banana without peeling it first.
  • You went to work with no makeup or jewelry on. Luckily, you remembered your bra.

Seriously. What is my deal? I’m in a fog lately, coupled with, what I am convinced is, an adult onset of some serious ADD. I’m swamped at work and have no hopes of ever getting caught up, and yet, I continue to accept more projects from my boss. Brilliant, eh?

I’ve spent my entire day so far working customer issues, which means I’ll get to spend tonight working on all the things that are due tomorrow. Figure I’ll be in the office until atleast 6pm. Then work from home after that. I think it’s time to put a pot of coffee on.