James and I have been married for 6 months next week!
I love Olympia and still think moving out here was the best decision I've ever made.
India and Jack are curled up around each other next to me.
My cold is finally going away.
Times are tough, but we have a workable budget and it includes cable.
I enjoy my job and the people I work with.
James and I have awesome friends.
I really really love my job. It's in a field I like; it's challenging without making me want to rip my hair out all the time, I don't usually get bored and, for the most part, I love my coworkers. One woman, D, I work with though has a life and personality so radically different from mine that I am often left wondering what things are like in her world. She has taken on this matriarchal role in her late 30s(!) that makes her almost grandmotherly, has a husband and teenage daughter, and she hasn't a wild streak in her anywhere as far as I can tell. I nearly fell out of my chair when I learned she had a small tattoo on her ankle. She also talks constantly. She talks about everything and nothing, about her daughter, her daughter's soccer team, her daughter's school, her dog, her husband, her carpel tunnel (which, granted, is severe), I mean anything and everything. I like her a lot, but we are so different that she makes me days very interesting sometimes and makes it difficult to work as I feel bad for not devoting my attention to listening to her. Fortunately, we only work together for about 2 hours a day as she comes in long before I do and works part time (due to the carpel tunnel, but for the love of god don't ask her about it). In that short of a time I easily tolerate it and actually enjoy her stories sometimes. She is good at the job, so that makes it easier to like working with her.
Anyway, I walked into work this morning and several of my coworkers are standing by the front desk. I say hi and scootch past them to set my stuff down. One of the first things D says, after hi, how are you, good morning is, "well now, I'd wear that sweater!"
I have barely gotten my coat off and am still half asleep. My first thought is, "you can't; I am."
Quickly realizing this isn't what she meant and noticing that in completely non-D-like fashion she has said nothing else, the next conclusion my brain jumps to is that everyone was standing around talking about how none of them would be caught dead in any of my clothes and this particular sweater is less atrocious than most. I think I mumbled something about where I got the sweater, but then, but THEN I got this horrible feeling that perhaps it was one of those situations like when someone gets a truly terrible haircut and you just cannot stop yourself from saying something since you've already had your mouth hanging open for longer than socially acceptable unless you are a bit "touched" (or tetched as my grandmother would say) so you blurt out how much you love the hideous monstrosity of sprayed, teased, and dyed hair that looks more like roadkill than something on a living human's head. I decided I was paranoid, but I spent the rest of the day paranoid about my sweater.
In closing, this coworker is weird in a way that makes herself seem normal and makes me shake my head confused and question my sanity.
Also, and the sweater is awesome. I got it at urban outfitters and it has a shawl collar, henley style buttons and a KANGAROO POUCH! She can suck it if she doesn't like my sweater.
Evidently Albermarle County, VA thinks I owe them over $500 in personal property tax which is due in December of 2009. I'd like to note that they sent this bill to an address 3000 miles away in Olympia, WA where I have lived for several YEARS now. Also, I've never owned property and I drive a decade old compact car. That property tax bill is pretty much half what my car is WORTH.
I don't watch a whole lot of TV during the summer. There is so much else to do and I spend a lot of time out in the long days. The fall TV season, however, come right as it starts quickly getting darker and I have less and less desire to do lots of stuff outside the house. This fall seems particularly good for new shows.
Glee is amazing and I love it with every campy gay musical bone in my body. James and I go over to our friends Rachel and Aaron's to watch this every week. This puts a bit of a wrench n watching the other shows that come on on the same night. Thank goodness for the DVR.
So You Think You Can Dance has been my one summertime TV vice. AND NOW IT"S ON IN THE FALL. I love dance and these kids are amazing. Some of my favorites from the city auditions have already gone home from Vegas :(, but I have faith that the top twenty will be truly phenomenal, as always. I'm so excited for the contemporary routines, especially Mia Micheals. Her coreography always takes my breath away.
Flash Forward has me riveted. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!!!
Despite the awesomeness of these three shows there are some flops. I tried watching the Good Wife and just didn't really care about it ether way. The Cleveland Show is omg truly horrible. Offensive and not even funny. It's just really really stupid.
Fringe has continued to hold my interest from last season. It seems to continue to take its rules from X-files and having been one of the totally obsessed X-Files fans in my high school days, I am completely ok with that. I love Walter. X-files did not have a Walter. It should have.
Then there are the old standbys Project Runway and Top Model. I, of course, watch them, but am less and less interested as the season's tick by. I am very glad they separated Models of the Runway from PR. I always thought that part of the show was stupid and now I don't have to watch it.
Wow, this has been the lamest LJ post ever.
1/2 c sugar
1/3 c cocoa powder
3 tbsp cornstarch
2 c milk
2 tsp vanilla
mix together the dry ingredients. add the milk and, stirring constantly, cook on med heat until boiling. add vanilla.
Seriously?? It's that easy?
It's been too long since I've knit anything. James and I got (big gay) married July 4th so life has been full of non-knitterly things.
My friend Kate gave me a lovely skein of Dream in Color Classy for my birthday: 250 yards of berry colored superfine merino and it's superwash! It's gorgeous yarn but I have no idea what to knit to best suit it. I've been perusing Ravelry in hopes of some inspiration.
I haven't finished the glittens I started months ago, but I keep coming back to these
'Under The Tree' fingerless gloves. I had a sweater vest when I was really young that my grandmother made me with the same owl cables. I'd forgotten about it until I saw something on Ravelry recently with the same cable. It wasn't something I'd wear, but these totally are.
I think I just convinced myself.
This made me spit out my pina colada. I found it on Ravelry which is a freaking knitting site, but has boards for all sorts of topics. They have buttons at the bottom of each post that you can click that say: love, agree, disagree, funny, interesting, educational. Each time a button is clicked by an individual user the number next to it goes up. Sweet idea until they turn out to be serious fucking business. In this case someone not only got riled up about the buttons, but paints a lovely picture of just who exactly is pushing them.
And suebee is right. You have to ignore the button trolls, or learn to enjoy them as I have. If you type "my aunt died today", they will click "funny. If you type,"Today is my 30th birthday!", they will disagree. And I will tell you why: They are all priggish, stringy-haired narcissists who live in denial. They all wear second-hand clothes and VERY expensive Doc Martens. They smugly shop for mealy apples at the co-op. I know because I see them there. (You can't beat those prices on bulk foods and herbs!) Their noses are pierced and they claim to be bi-curious. They smell like garlic and patchouli and nag champa. They sit in coffee houses and sullenly read Sylvia Plath (holding the book so that everyone can see) or, if they are real radicals, Saul Alinsky. They feel superior and incredibly educated. Too bad not one of them has ever read a history or philosophy book that has any real scholarly merit. So, they sit at the computer, wallowing in their unmitigated uselessness and hubris by trolling conservative groups to click their little buttons. If even one of their ideas is challenged, they respond with ad hominem attacks and spittle. They wear a uniform of non-conformity. Jeneane Garofalo is their fashion idol. I know exactly who they are because they are all exactly the same. I think I would rather live at Gitmo than live one of their sorry, sad lives.
Now back to your regularly scheduled gender-based abortions. Oh, joy.
Someone needs to tell this woman that it's all about the skinny jeans and big sunglasses now. Doc Martins are so conformist.