Thursday, December 30, 2010

Vanity Blues

So yesterday, I was ambling through the parking lot of a Walgreen's, and I noticed an SUV with decals on the back window, proclaiming that three girls (likely the daughters of the driver) were "stars" of the Nashville Dance Academy. Their names? Kamryn, Kaylee and Kyndall. Are you fuckyng kydding me? Gag me with a spoon.

I mean, first of all - I doubt they're all really stars, and second - what's with the bizarro KKK names? Sad. Katie? Kelly? Kendra, even?

I don't know - it's right up there with the Baby on Board signs of the 80s, the My Child is an Honor Student bumper stickers of the 90s... and now, we have every Tom, Dick and Caitlin plastered with their activity of choice on Mom and Dad's car.

Lame.

In other news, Matt and I are going to a Roaring 20s Party for NYE. It sounds like tons of fun. Tomorrow I'll throw together proper attire...

Christmas and Dad's birthday were wonderful but it's good to be home in my own bed...

Whew!

Hugs!

ae

Friday, December 17, 2010

Oh, that?

So, I think I said that 2010 was going to be the year I became selfish. Better, but not there yet.

I have spent the last week running and gunning to prep for Christmas. I finished shopping. Whew. There's currently a cake cooling in the kitchen for a party tomorrow and laundry in the washer so that we'll have something to wear.

I haven't wrapped anything. The weather this week was frigid, icy and constantly changing into something vaguely threatening. I ended up face down on the glazed sidewalk in front of the house and I'm still sore as hell. No bruising, though.

I gave out my jelly at work today, and I got a lot from that. It made me feel good about myself.

So, I think 2011 will be the year I become selfish. Wish me luck.

ae

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Where have all the flowers gone?

I simply can't believe it's December. It seems like just yesterday it was Summer.

I haven't done much shopping - there isn't much to do. We're doing stockings for the family $10 limit per person - then of course, a few little thingies for Henry.

I got back laaaaate Thursday from a training trip to Portland, OR. I am officially in loooove. Great city - excellent mass transit. The first night, I hopped a light rail to Voodoo Donuts, where I got (natch) some donuts. And a few doughnuts as well. The maple bacon did not disappoint.

After training the next day, I ended up at dinner with several colleagues, and I think they started to realize that I'm quite the asset to the company. And funny as hell to boot.

Our customer was kind of a headache, but one of our friends there got us some sweet swag. Hats and then a scale model of their product a wind turbine.

My flights home were good. I wasn't too crammed in, and on both legs, I sat next to nice people. Leg one was a professional soccer player - he looked like he was 17, but was very nice.

Leg two was a woman in her fifties. She lived in California, had recently moved there from Nashville, was working on an organic farm, and was going back to get her daughter, aged 21 who was "in crisis". Which I later found out meant pregnant. She was very new-agey, but also Christian. She was nice. I wished her luck on her journey.

The only bad thing about this trip is that I sunk money into the hotel, parking and bag check so that it's tied up for a week til I get reimbursed. Freaking money. Root of ALL evil.

I'm going to start walking, and that, more than anything, should make me feel better.

At present, my sinuses are ganked, I can't get my sleep schedule regulated, and my skin is pure scalybark.

What is a girl to do?

Also, the house is a wreck. But we have lights on the porch, a few loads of laundry in progress, and so tomorrow, I'll work it.

And by tomorrow, I really mean today, since it's actually early Sunday. Or if I were in Portland, late Saturday.

It's the most wonderful,

ae