now what the devil does this mean? i was just walking behind this guy on the street in san francisco.
seemed like a normal enough guy, until i read his sweatshirt. i tried to get closer and take a better picture, but i can now attest to the fact that running down the street and trying to take a somewhat decipherable picture with a camera phone is not easy.
in case you can't read it, it says "Exodus. Satan - Death - Blood. Fuck. Nor Cal."
yeah, okay. i backed off a little after i realized the harshness of it. didn't want him to turn around and clock me.
i feel like my husband today. no, i'm not feeling extra hairy under my armpits or on my butt. and i'm not walking around constantly checking to see if my balls are still in my pants. but i feel like i have no attention span whatsoever. and that is why i feel like my husband. tim is definitely lacking in this department.
my parents got here yesterday for the Thanksgiving weekend. my mom and i hit the grocery store and started mentally preparing for our Thanksgiving feast. i'm so ready for wednesday evening to be here, i forgot i had 3 days of work ahead of me before i get to enjoy the long weekend. i'm having a hard time concentrating here, and i'm definitely not being productive. why must i have a j.o.b.?
ho hum. think i'll go peruse pictures of TomKat's wedding on my favorite gossip sites. that'll kill some time. then maybe some online shopping to knock out some Christmas gifts.
today i am more of a golden brunette. what do you think?
please note that camera phone photos: 1) add 10 pounds; 2) add redness to the face causing you to look like Bozo the Clown with a runny nose; 3) are blurry; 4) make a picture appear as if you took it in the bathroom stall; 5) overall make me appear unattractive.
okay wait, #4 was true.
this is the first time i have dyed my hair. i love it! i kind of want to go darker though. this could be addicting.
man, this picture is ugly. i can't believe i'm posting it. i think i need a nose job.
UPDATE - the picture was really bad. i updated my face.
so this girl in my office – the one that is coughing and sneezing all the time – she starts at it again today. except when she coughs, she pulls out this throat spray to use on her phlegmed up throat.
i am terrified of getting sick. i had this sinus infection/strep throat thing 9 times last year. 9 times! (the exact number of times Ferris Bueller was absent, yes.) so since i’ve only been sick once this year, i’d like to try and continue with this winning streak. i do not want to catch what she has! and it’s a miracle that i’ve gone a week without getting it.
so this morning, after a particularly long cough, i opened the window in our office. it’s about 60 degrees outside. not cold, but not exactly warm either. after about 30 minutes she got up and went to the window and asked, rhetorically, “can i close this please?”
i turned around and said “No!”
she paused in her tracks and looked at me like a) i was crazy for wanting to sit in the cold, and then b) i was a bitch because she realized why i was keeping the window open.
i said “i’m sorry, but i need the fresh air. with all the coughing in here, i need the fresh air.”
she quickly moved to work from a cube outside our office. she emailed our team to let us know to “find her if we needed her.”
who’s rude now?! sheesh. just trying to protect my immune system. my little toes and fingers are about numb, but it's worth it.
i guess i get them every monday. i do not like them. i turn into a clockwatcher and a snacker. i compulsively check my email, check my cell phone, and ignore any bit of work that needs to be done. sometimes i even blog.
it's procrastination to the nth degree.
when is monday over? 2 hours and counting. then i'm making yummy tomato basil soup (from scratch) and fancy gourmet cheese toasts for dinner.
maybe it's the rain and soupiness outside that is bringing my motivation to a stand-still.
maybe it's the sangria i had last night that left me with a wee bit of a hangover today, that makes it harder and harder to concentrate.
maybe it's the ridiculously delicious mac & cheese i had for lunch that is making me want to curl up on the couch with a blanket & my dog and waste the rest of the day away.
maybe it's that i am just not very juiced about my job right now, and that makes it easy for me to want to just pack it in.
i think it's all of the above, and i must say i'm getting absolutely zilch done in the office today. well, not zilch. i have:
* caught up on personal email. and i replied with long emails too. * watched last night's episode of "Lost" on abc.com - that is just the greatest idea. thank you abc! * filed my nails and oiled my cuticles * read a lot of celebrity news online. do you really think lalohan is sober and going to AA? * looked at photos of my niece from halloween... 12 times. * strengthened my abs by doing exercises at my desk. abs of steel, baby. * contemplated the meaning of life. i didn't come up with much.
now i have about 2 hours left of the day. what in the devil will i do with the rest of my day?
so tim and i aren't really halloween people. the whole idea of dressing up in costumes bothers me for several reasons that i just won't go into. last year we made a valiant effort at attempting to dress up and go out. it didn't work. i was just Britney Spears (aka pregnant white trash), and tim was a sumo wrestler that looked like he'd gotten gastric bypass surgery, lost a lot of weight, but didn't lose any skin. we tried. and we realized it was overrated.
this year i didn't even turn on the lights for trick or treaters. before you poo-poo me on that, i have to explain that we live in san francisco, so we don't get too many trick or treaters anyway. last year i got so excited, put up decorations, bought a boatload of candy, and then i only got 4 ding dongs to my doorbell. another waste of time.
however, despite the fact that we weren't dressing up, and we weren't handing out candy, i couldn't resist putting leo into his little halloween shirt. it's green and has a glow-in-the-dark ghost on the back. it was hilarious b/c he'd come running through the dark house and you'd just see the little neon ghost "flying" through the air about 6" off the floor. he was our little bundle of halloween joy.
i think next year i'll stay the course with just dressing leo up and ignoring the rest of the day. except maybe i'll indulge a bit in the tons of cookies & cupcakes people bring to the office for the day. man, those are goo-ood! but i won't go out at night. too many weirdos out there to deal with... like the guy who walked into a crowd in the Castro and shot 10 people??? no thank you!
