A great big happy birthday to Alex today!
HOORAY!
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A Jar Of Pickles
My boss’ baby was finally born. Beautiful little boy, Rhett William. So very cute. With him on paternity leave I am left in charge, this allows me to sit in his chair, spin wildly and chant “i’m in charge…i’m in charge…” or so he told me in an email.
I’m apparently the go-to girl for travel dining. People are always saying “i’m going to this place…where should I eat”. That’s me, I have the answer (as long as i’ve been there). I do, however, avoid recommending the rat infested restaurant that Mark took me to (grumble grumble grumble…I don’t care how good the food was!). I wish I could remember name of the place on Lincoln in Miami Beach that I had lunch at when I was there. The BEST miso glazed salmon i have ever has. I’ve been trying to emulate the recipe ever since then. My trip to the Keys (oh, did I mention the Keys again…I DID) will also be a culinary tour. A culinary tour taken on scooters!
I’ve been messing up ‘you’re’ and ‘your’ again. It’s not that I don’t know the difference, i’m just typing it wrong.
last Friday I upgraded firefox on my computer at work. It upgraded nicely, pulled all my bookmarks and cookies over. I was happy. This morning i get to work, all of my bookmarks and cookies are gone and it won’t import my bookmarks from the previous version. Weird.
My t-rex tattoo is finally being designed. Hooray! I can’t wait to see the final result. My coworkers rule…
sometimes…they do not rule when they have this long drawn out pissing contest about how to properly install a toilet. I’m so fucking sick of this argument, i’m so fucking sick of telling them to shut the fuck up and go away. I don’t want to hear about it.
damn, I wish I had time to take the dog to the park, it’s such a beautiful day, I’m sure he’d have a great time, but alas, I’ve got dinner with the sister and the semisonic boy. I need to bring a bunch of stuff to dinner (wasabi…rolling mat…dvds…david…) I’m sure I will forget something.
blah blah blah nothing more interesting today.
proximity
1) If you want to win at a card game you haven’t played before, your best bet is to NOT figure out everyone’s strategy and in fact make an effort to not know what they are doing. Those three were so used to each other and their playing style it was too easy to predict. I come in, I’d only played one other time and I did fairly well because they couldn’t figure out my damned strategy. I had no strategy.
2) Let’s welcome Alan back into the game. I’m still not sure what my “somewhat hands-off way” of encouragement is, but I’ll take it as a compliment. I will keep on him to update his website as often as I can.
3) Easter dinner at my dad’s place. We went for a walk around the lake after and I was not wearing walking shoes. I’m paying the price.
4) Sushi with my sister and her boyfriend and the couple that introduced them to each other. April’s boyfriend reminds me of a Semisonic song. Not a specific one, just maybe Keith is the guy in a Semisonic song, except with a better apartment.
5) I made a quiche to bring to easter dinner and could not eat it. I love eggs, i generally like quiche, but every once in a while I look at eggs and my stomach turns. I don’t know why, by all accounts the quiche should have been tasty, but the texture of everything put together seemed wrong all of a sudden. Good thing there was so much ham.
6) the good and bad thing about dating vegetarians is that I don’t eat nearly as much meat as I would like.
7) the countdown to the Keys has made me intolerable. I spent 15 minutes discussing my excitement regarding riding scooters around town. Also, the highest point in the Keys is 18 feet above sea level. I will conquer this.
8) bedtime, I’m exhausted. I promise to catch up on phone calls and emails this week. Peas Out.
Christ is risen
I’m saddened that www.UnholyAlliance.com (as is .net and .org) is taken, that would have rocked.
I’m not doing easter for people this year (please stop asking). Going to my dad’s tomorrow. My contribution is potato gratin (no mushrooms) and a quiche with spinach, artichoke hearts and goat cheese.
Beautiful day today, good day for chillin. Wish it wasn’t so windy, though. Dog got to get all up in the faces of other dogs, good for him. Speaking of the dog, 1) he has learned the secrets of tubalcain and 2) he does not like it when you act like you have a mouth full of rotten milk that you can’t spit out (this really upsets him).
ummm….in other not-so-intersting news….
I knitted a purse, didn’t like the outcome, took it apart, started it again but with a ribbed pattern, don’t like that either. I think it might actually be the yarn. I’m going to give this another inch or so and see how I feel.
I need to stop watching animated series dvd’s. Between Family Guy and The Simpsons my dream world has become rather unsettling. Worse yet, everything I write is recited by Stewie. dang.
I’m off to game night!
Shout out
This past week or so has been one with much anger and enmity. I’ve written much and deleted it on the advice of my friends. So, let’s not talk about what’s pissing me off, I have another place for that where i can say all that needs to be said and I’m the only one who can see it. Let’s talk about my friends who do what they can to keep me out of trouble, keep me amused and entertained and most importantly, listen to me when i need it.
Let’s me clear here…there is no order to this after Ethan, I want no calls and emails saying "but…but…but…"
Ethan gets to go first because while generally I am opposed to playing favorites, Ethan is my dearest and closest friend. We met quite by accident back in 2001 while using Email Roulette. After an entirely too fun, made up on the spot pseudo-sparring match we discovered much in common, we discovered many differences and we became instant friends. Over the years we’ve worked on projects together, we’ve confessed our sins and we’ve playing any number of word games for our own amusement. Ethan knows me better than almost anyone and he’s my go-to man for solid advice. He has no problem telling me to ‘get over’ something, or to tell me that it is in fact okay to be hurt and offended. he, like many of my friends, worries about my health and wants me to quit smoking (I have). He also comes to me for advice and most importantly, listens and follows my advice. He has the loveliest girlfriend, just a real sweetheart that I’m looking forward to seeing again in September, as well as two of the coolest cats and the best dog second only to mine.
When I need someone to hate my enemies for me, give me make up advice or be unfailingly loyal even if I am being unconscionably irrational I go talk to Alex. I met him sometime in 2001 or early 2002 as well. A dear friend as different from Ethan as night and day. Quite possibly one of the smartest people I know. Not just incredibly smart but incredibly well versed on current events, history, science and politics. I’m going to see him in 3 weeks, we’re going to take the trip to the Keys that we’ve been planning forever and ever, I can’t wait. I’ve had the joy of sharing my kitchen with him more than once and it was entirely rewarding. He loves to cook and we have a great time doing it. He will truly hate my enemies for me, even the slightest insults will raise his ire. he’s one of many who have listened to me whine and comforted me in the dark times. he is the one I go to when for a moment I need to hear "you are totally right" even if I secretly know i am not. I believe I met Alex when he responded to this. I know he had been talking to the other plinko girls at the time, but he and I had not started talking until he read that. I could be wrong. I usually am.
Mark smells of pea soup, is the master of the new music scene, and a total goof. I’ve only known mark a short time, a year and a half maybe, but we hit it off instantly. Another friend who listens to me and gives advice and comfort when I need them. he goes out of this way to make me feel welcomed and entertained when I go visit him, tolerating my obsession with hippos and sushi and ice cream. I talk to Mark everyday, sometimes twice a day and we jabber on about everything and nothing. The keen "Eff for Rent" picture on his site was taken by me!
Jason also answered the final exam when it came out and that’s how I met him. We goof, we talk, we write and we go long periods with no contact at all, but every time I’ve been out to DC we’ve fallen into conversation so easily and so comfortably that I never question that he’s my friend. He introduced me to dim sum and loves moon-bounce parties with russian models (or something like that). We keep talking about doing a project together but we’ve not had the time to get it together. Jason, let’s get it together and get a project started. Also, were you serious about NYC? let me know.
I do also have female friends! Michelle and her outspoken cousin Elena are the poster children for strong women. I love having them around, being able to talk to them, get advice, hash things out and just do the whole girl thing. They got my back when I need it and aren’t afraid of anything. At least I don’t think they are. Truly good and kind. I wish they could join us in the keys. I really really do!
Owen cuts my hair, goes to brunch, gossips, gets me inebriated, laughs, makes me feel strong and beautiful on those days that I am neither. he likes my cooking, but we still need to make the veal piccata dinner together (was it veal, baby?). He used to just be the guy in the salon that transformed my hair, now he’s so much more to me.
My sister might not TECHNICALLY fall under the friend category but there she is. After years of not talking to each other we found ourselves more grown up, more mature and more ready to be sisters rather than siblings. I was adopted as a teenager, she was only 3 months younger than I was, all the attention, the allowance, the time her parents spent was suddenly divided with another, but she was always gracious about it. She was generous and kind and now that we’re more grown up we can see each other as friends. We’ve had our differences, but the luck of the family forced us to remain close even when we probably would have drifted apart. I’m very veyr lucky to have her.
I would link to Alan’s site but he hasn’t updated in forever and when he did last update he was all cranky and shit. Alan, update your website and tell them all about how you taught me about baseball and how I helped you pick out fish and how you owe me pancakes and all that. Do it Alan.
Dáithí doesn’t have a website, so i can’t link to him. I can’t even properly describe him. We spent a week in Oregon a little over a year ago and I can tell you i have never laughed so hard for so long in my life. One of the most talented wordsmiths I know, it is always a joy to talk kto him. He’s one of the few people who gets me flustered to the point of being unable to speak. He also introduced me to Geoff with whom I have also spent hours talking, but, sigh, I never hear from Geoff anymore.
Oooh and one more female friend! Julie and I have known each other for a little while now but in the last couple of weeks have really gotten to know each other. We share a mutual discomfort and have spent a lot of time comparing notes and learning a lot and clearing a lot of things up. We’ve also just taken the time to get to know each other. She might be the girliest girl I know, sso it’ll be interesting to get that perspective on things. In her friendship, I have learned to not second guess myself so much, to trust my instincts to be correct and to be strong. These are good lessons to learn.
We can’t forget David, but I will keep what I say on him brief because I like keeping him to myself. We met at the end of October, i wasn’t looking for anything serious, just something fun. 10 days into it we had our first serious talk and we were off. He gives me perspective, he reminds me to stay grounded, he tolerates my crankiness but pulls me back in when I go too far. He’s generous and kind, goofy, smart and fun. He likes my dog and you gotta appreciate a guy who likes your dog.
Now I just KNOW that I have gone and forgotten you and I KNOW I will get another call saying, "what about me!". If I missed you, call me. Or something.