Thursday, April 29, 2010

Same day, different shit...

Today, I had the extreme pleasure of only training one session. I took the rest of the day to clean out my inbox, strategize, and re-energize.

I also took time to laugh. It helps if you can laugh. I went out to lunch with a colleague and we talked about how we never have time to be creative like we want to be. Damn jobs!

Additionally, I spent time trading dozens with my colleagues.

Dozens, for those of you who didn't take Jeff Justice's stand-up comedy class are the official designation for "Yo Mama" jokes. My favorite from today? Yo mama so hairy, when you were born you got rug burn."

It helps if you can laugh.

It doesn't hurt that it's almost Friday and payday to boot. Ahhh! I'm treating myself to some nice moisturizers and soaps this weekend. Matt commented that I need a hobby, and I say, long baths are one of the best hobbies around.

I went to my Nia class tonight - it was me, the instructor, and two ringers - her fiance and her roommate. I should have worn a different shirt - coverage issues, but it was fun, I got a good sweat going, and I was productive.

So, I feel better.

Thanks for asking.


Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Everybody Wants Something...

Everybody wants something, they'll never give up.
Everybody wants something, they'll take your money and never give up.
Everybody face up to the facts as they are,
Dedication is hard but, you'll be somebody and you will go far.
Everybody wants something, they'll never give up.
Everybody wants something, they'll take your money and never give up.

- Lyrics by Zit Remedy, Degrassi High

Ever have one of those days/weeks where it feels like you're being pulled in 30 different directions and everybody wants something from you. I've been having two weeks just like that, and today seems to be the culmination. I'm at the point where I'd like to answer the phone with, "What?!? What do you want?!?"

I've done nothing but training for the last 96 hours - ok, not really, but damn close to it. I'd rather be back to having uncontrolled viral gastroenteritis for 96 hours - at least then I was losing weight.

Sorry, hate to bitch - but at least you got a little Degrassi nostalgia out of it.

Speaking of Degrassi. When I was in High School, I was totally addicted to Degrassi High. It aired on PBS at 11PM on Fridays. I would go to the football game, leave a little early, grab a Peanut Buster Parfait from the DQ on the way home (it was right across from the stadium in the olden days), and I'd watch my Degrassi with my ice cream.

Maybe tonight, in absence of a convenient DQ (there's one about five miles from my house and it's sketchy at best), I should hit Sonic and go watch some old Degrassi DVDs.

Over and oot.

That's not a typo. Think aboot it.


Monday, April 26, 2010

World's Greatest Wife?

So, I got to work this morning, and there was an e mail waiting from our CEO - free hockey tickets. Forty of them, good, good seats. First come, first served.

Well, I had training starting at 7PM tonight for some customers in faraway places. Korea, Australia...

But why not get one for Matt - I called him with details, and he was in. I got one of the 40, and Matt was set. Not only that, I made sure he was sitting with folks he knows and loves.

So, I'm jealous, but what's a girl to do? Work is work. Matt got to go to the game, and me? I finished training and I'm watching on the big screen.

I am glad I was able to do something nice for Matt, and as the score is Preds 3, Blackhawks 4 going into the 3rd period. So it's a great fucking game, and when I called in intermission, he was having fun.

Doing good feels good.

Hmmm. That sounds like a Hallmark card.

Whatever. I've been so lucky, why not pass it on?


Saturday, April 24, 2010

Going Viral

So for the last few days I've been under the weather with a little gastric upset - think 24 hour virus that liked it so much, it stuck around for a long-weekend. A trip to my doctor's office this morning confirmed it's probably not a parasite, and should go away when it's good and ready. And if it doesn't go away by Monday, come back, pay another co-pay and we'll see what we can do.

The doctor also told me to go dairy-free til it does leave the building. In the 72 hours prior to seeing the doctor, all I had eaten was small portions of some combination of bread and cheese. A grilled cheese sandwich, a piece of string cheese and saltines, and last night, two cheese quesadillas from Las Palmas. Smooth move, Allison. Way to be counterintuitive.

We had lunch with our friends Steve and Natae at Mafiaoaza's this afternoon, and it was hard not to say, "Fuck it - I'll have two slices with pine nuts and bleu cheese." But you know, why go AMA (against medical advice) for the sake of cheese that's basically OD'd on penicillin? Especially when the doc also said that antibiotics would be ill-advised due to the fact that it can irritate the gut, so to speak.

That said, I ate some pasta for lunch, it was marvelous, and I will eat the rest for dinner. After lunch, we went to Las Paletas and I had a Pineapple with Chili popsicle. Because I can give up dairy, but the ability to try the pop that beat Bobby Flay's pop in Throwdown, well, duh! And anyway, the grapefruit and the blackberry wouldn't have been any gentler.

I really could eat a Paleta a day. Hmmm.

In other news, our trip to the vet this morning for Lola's annual was uneventful. Now that she's an older woman, she doesn't need every vaccination every year, but they are still hounding me about cleaning her teeth. We'll have to see.

The Preds are in the NHL playoffs and we're watching with white knuckles. Today they blew a lead with 13 seconds left in the game. It was painful. They lost in regulation overtime, and it was awful. They are behind 2 - 3 in the series against the Chicago Blackhawks. I'd love to see them kick ass and move on in the play-offs.

So a news item came out yesterday that Archie Comics is going to have a gay character. When I saw this headline, I thought to myself, "Please be Jughead!", but no luck. It's going to be an all-new character who beats Jughead in a hamburger eating contest (he can really handle his meat, apparently). Veronica falls for him, and he has to struggle with rebuffing her advances nicely. Veronica totally needs a fabulous gay friend, so I think this is a cool move on the part of Archie Comics. Full disclosure: I owned some Archie Underoos when I was a kid. They're underwear that's fun to wear.

And that's that. Off to take a peep at my Mafiaoza's leftovas.

Heh - see what I did there? Heh.


Friday, April 23, 2010

Terrible Twos

So as of tomorrow, I'll have been writing this blog for 2 years. I haven't had the critical success of say, someone like The Pioneer Woman (I love her and I love to hate her), I've held my own.

You may or may not recall that I started this blog the day I drove down to Atlanta for Dad's heart surgery. As I drove down he arrested, twice, and when I got to my parents' house, Matt was there to meet me and take me to the hospital where Dad's prognosis was pitiful.

In the days, weeks, months, and now years that have passed, Dad has done far better than I could have hoped. Laura went from being nine months pregnant to having a toddler.

Life is funny.

And I'm glad to be enjoying it.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Hop On

Dinner is in the oven, an old episode of Arrested Development playing on the TV. Life is good.

So, I got a feeder for the front porch, and so far, I cannot seem to get a single feathered friend interested. Come on, really? What do I have to do? Nyjer seeds? Sunflower seeds? Diamonds?

Lola needs a bath, but I have a headache and just want to crash. I can't tell if it's stress, sinuses, teeth grinding (which, duh, might be stress). At some point, it's merely academic. I've been hitting the fake tylenol...

Zumba last night kicked my ass, given that I hadn't been in so many weeks. Also, lots of women in class seemed to be auditioning for something last night. Relax ladies, it's supposed to be fun.

Not much else to say. Work, housework, working out. I need play time.


Saturday, April 17, 2010

Open a New Window...

So, the robin has bailed. No eggs or babies deserted, but I'm sad. That said, it appears we have chickadees in our birdhouse on the front porch, so not all is lost.

And for you shrinks-in-training, my obsession with nests is more about hospitality - a clean, well-lighted place than it is about my womb. Shriveled and covered in cobwebs, though it may be.

Today, I went out for a pedicure and did a quick shopping trip, hoping to find some play clothes. I ended up with a blouse for work as well as a new dress from WalMart. No play clothes. Tomorrow, I raid the basement for my summer wardrobe.

I can't believe how time flies.

Matt and I are going on a date tonight - movies or ballgame, but either way, fun.

That's the latest from here.

Feathers flying,

Monday, April 12, 2010

Odds and Ends

- I am having a severe case of the "I wants" - though to be fair, some of the wants are pretty darn close to being needs. I keep hoping that when I pull out my box of summer clothes I'll rediscover three or four things I forgot I had, thereby mitigating my need for work clothes. For sure, for sure though, while I want work clothes, I *need* play clothes. Jean season is staggering to an end til September, and my white legs need shorts, or cargo capris, or something festive/not denim. I also want/need to take a class with the Music City Burlesquers... again, that's probably a want, but I need the exercise, says the woman who skipped Zumba tonight. Good times.

- Spent the weekend in the mountains with Matt, the Tribal Elders and all the canines. Good times, actually. We had a workday Saturday, wherein I got to pretend that I don't sit at a desk 40 hours a week, with all the soft pinkness that comes with it. I tended the trash fires, hefted limbs and toted logs. Grrr! And when it was over, I had a nice sunburn and sore limbs as a souvenir. Wouldn't trade it for anything.

- Sunday, Dad handed me his .410 shotgun and told me it was time I learned to shoot. After six rounds, I finally winged the rim of an old Diet Gingerale can. I'm not, as it turns out, a good shot. But I can definitely load and shoot a small shotgun. It recoiled the first time, nailing me in that soft flesh between breast and armpit. The bruise is adorable. I learned to tuck it properly after that. Clearly, neither man, nor beast, nor soft drink can need fear me, but guess was fun. A lot of fun. I've put a few of the empty shells on my desk so as to say, "Don't Tread On Me." Next up, I'm getting a pair of truck nuts.

- Work is a little tiring these days - I'm back to twice daily training sessions. It wears my throat out. I am glad, especially in these days of pollen hell, that the tonsils are gone, but every now and then, when my throat gets dry, I feel like I have a piece of Brillo Pad caught where my tonsils used to be, and nothing but time and patience can stop it. Come on, really? I know- I was going to stop complaining about them. I know, I know.

- Just a few weekends til Henry's birthday. What to get, what to get? Hmmm. Then Mother's Day, then Laura's birthday. Forget play clothes for me - everyone else needs gifties. I have the dumb luck of Anniversary/Birthday/Christmas all falling in the last 1/3 of the year - that's 2/3 of my year bereft of gifts. Not that I want or need gifts, but I'm just saying. Mom and Laura also have that whole Mother's Day thing going for them. Lola has a lovely mother, but I'd hardly say I deserve pearls for my excellent care of the beasto.

- That said, Lola is well and happy. She had a blast in the mountains, and even engaged the pugs in some chasing. Of course, she found a few old tennis balls, got in the creek and took a few rides on the Rhino. She also woke me up dreaming last night - she was barking and chasing something in her sleep. I hope that she's as happy as I think she is.

- Our robin seems comfortable, and I hope that she'll stay until the eggs are hatched. I would also like to hear the babies chirping. I have to say, I feel like the nest is a good omen.

That's pretty much it. I should go rest my shooting arm and get ready for some more marathon talking sessions in the AM. And PM. Jeez. It would be one thing if what I had to say was different each day, but the 9AM and 1PM shows are exactly the same. Try the veal and don't forget to tip the waitress.


Thursday, April 8, 2010

Pack it up, pack it in...

I feel like my tired red wheeled suitcase has been my constant sidekick this week, and that's because it has.

Monday, I flew into Jacksonville for training. There I got my car for the next three days - a silver Ford Focus with... SATELLITE Radio!!!!! Guess what - Broadway's Best is still channel 77, which remained tuned in until I gave the car back.

Monday night, I explored Brunswick and St. Simons, had dinner at Jinwright's Seafood (thanks to a tip from the guy at the desk at the Hampton), and went to bed. Where I woke up every hour on the :20 for the entire night. Nervous? First time? No, I've been nervous lots of times.

No need, though - training Tuesday was cake. As in, a piece of. Nice people, slow connection speeds and lots of jokes. We had fun. I even made the dour bosslady laugh.

That night, quick trip to Hinesville to see Kris, a fellow Glee Clubber from the UGA days. We talked for FOUR HOURS. I am so, so glad she was able to come out and see me, and of course, afterward, I realized I didn't let her get a word in edgewise. Next time... It's odd - I talk all day, then go out and talk all night. So, I think I have chronic logorrhea. Still, Kris hasn't changed. Still smart and wicked and hilarious. I wish I'd been better about keeping in touch til now.

Wednesday I trained til noon, we ate sandwiches at Larry's Giant Subs, and I headed to Jacksonville to turn in my ride and get on the plane. Back in my own bed last night and great sleep to prove it.

Getting back to work today was tiring. I had a phone training with some people who barely had a pulse. I mean, I really wanted to blow an airhorn into my headset just to get some kind of reaction.

Lots of fun at the office - we're having a department BBQ next week. A potluck, wherein I have been "assigned dessert". Gee, thanks. There goes my plan to make a boatload of deviled eggs. O glorious devils, how I adore thee! They're so good with a pinch of curry (try it) mixed in. Let's get real for a second, though... what fun is a potluck where there are no surprises? My point exactly. Other weird shit at the office. One colleague just got promoted, and his behavior prompted a gal in sales to threaten bringing him peacock feathers. Note, promoted one - that's NOT a compliment.

Tonight, I'm repacking my red suitcase for a jaunt to the mountains. Looking forward to seeing the tribal elders and their pugs. Matt is coming, so we'll have - FINALLY - a little time in captivity together. And Lola makes three.

Peace and chicken grease.