June 2006 Archive

June 30, 2006
Day 1 of Origins is over. Kev and I had a good time. We demo'd Dungeon Twister and Hero Cards: Galaxy, both of which were big fun. I want to demo Hero Cards: Shogun Saturday. That's probably the set I'll end up getting; it's just more appealing to my tastes. I really don't care much for spaceships and laser blasters; I prefer samurais, shoguns, and sword fights.
We picked up a copy of Dungeon Twister towards the end of the day. It was odd. The creator's booth wasn't selling copies; they said they weren't allowed. So the creator, a kind of hot Frenchman (also odd), had his 20 design copies, and he was trading them to the Magic® dealer, so the magic dealer could sell them to interested people. It was bizarre. And none of the other retailers brought any because they all thought the creator's booth would be selling it. Bizarre.
Then we had dinner with GR, which was big fun. Kev and I had never eaten at a Buca di Beppo; I've heard about them from my co-workers who travel a lot and have wanted try it. The pork chops with blueberry sauce were unbelievable. The restaurant has different kitschy-themed rooms set up, one table being situated right in the middle of the kitchen, something I'm not so sure I'd like.
June 29, 2006
A funny thing happened today. Most of it went right. The piano movers showed up promptly at 9am. *shock* And after playing phone tag for an hour this morning, I finally got the cattle breeder set up to come out Sunday afternoon. He couldn't get any help for today, and an ill 60-something-year-old man and a woman who's not about to get in the pen with those crazy $@%$#%-ing cattle can't exactly tag 9 or so calves. So that's fine.
I got most of the garage boxed up. I swept the house and shuffled stuff around to consolidate the remaining junk into 3 of the 13 rooms. That way, my cousin can at least start moving her boxes in. I actually got out of there around 11:45am. While showering, I fantasized about playing my 40 lock I finally got transferred in WoW, only to have my cell phone go nuts the moment I exited the bathroom. The sign files I submitted to our vendor on Tuesday for completion Friday were wonky. I knew better than to send a PDF. But I was in a hurry to get out of work to get my legs zapped; I knew better.
But the new girl at the vendor's kept calling my cell, which I specifically said was for a one-hour window on the day I dropped it off in case they had questions and to contact me at my office number/email otherwise. So of course, I didn't get the message until today that they had a problem. Moron. I called my boss at 8am and told her what they needed. At 12:40pm, they call AGAIN and said they still hadn't heard from anyone about fixing the files. $#%@#$%$#@%$# I decided to just go in and take care of it myself. And to be honest, I don't think my boss's laptop could have handled the files. I have two 512MB chips of RAM in my laptop, and it still took me 1.25 hours to 1)open two .eps files 2) lower the resolution to 150dpi 3) Save as a .tif 4)burn to a CD. No screwing around. Just sitting down and immediately doing it and leaving. I wish I could have a machine that could handle 600MB graphic files. /sigh
Because of my slow-ass machine, I had to tell a friend I couldn't drop off something I had planned to due to a severe misjudgment in how long fixing those files would take. I rushed to a Dr.'s appt. only to be told I have to have a bone scan on my bottom left rib because it might be fractured. It was getting better there for a while, but 2 weeks ago, it started up again. And it just keeps getting worse. I really think I detached a muscle or tendon or something, but I'll go with the Dr.'s elimination game. Bone scan it is. And while I waited in the lobby for an HOUR, some crazy-ass redneck and his daughter were screaming and yelling because something was wrong with her records or something. I honestly couldn't make heads or tails of what they were freaking out about. Finally, the Dr.'s office manager had to throw them out and threaten to call the police. I just sat there thinking, "Can't they take me in the back so I don't get shot by this crazed inbred?" The nurse apologized when she took me back and said, "I was going to bring you back, but I'm afraid of that guy." Well that's great. heh
All that useless waiting left me with about 4 minutes to run into the grocery across the street, grab some peanut butter and breakfast items, and then speed to my dentist appt. down the street. I was thankful to have one of the more gentle hygienists, but my teeth just don't have that so-clean-they-feel-fake feeling. Odd. Then I had to race home to meet my friend's husband, as he was picking up the package I didn't have time to deliver. After that, I made buckeyes for the GR booth for tomorrow, sat down and watched the Blade Series premiere (meh) and watched the new episode of HEX. I'm really digging that show.
After that, I was just too damn tired to do anything but lay on the couch and lament how much my side hurt. So much for getting to play my lock. /sigh Tomorrow and Saturday, it's up bright and early for Origins. I don't think we're going to be able to make Sunday, though. I've got that cattle breeder coming out to the farm in the afternoon. I'm not really up for driving an hour to Columbus, being on my feet all day, driving an hour back, and then driving another 45 minutes out to the farm to get covered in cow shit, then driving 45 minutes home, to be followed by going to work the next day. Jesus. I need a vacation from my vacation. /cry
June 28, 2006
@#$%&*
I spent 1.5 hours on the road and waited around the farm for 40 minutes for nothing tonight. The cattle breeder that was supposed to come down and help us sort and tag cattle "plumb fergot" he said he'd come over. /sigh Now he's supposed to come by around 9am while I'm waiting for the piano movers tomorrow. Fun fun.
I just feel like everything is going to go wrong tomorrow. It's been a shitty, no-luck week so far. I'm just waiting for the rest of it to hit the fan. I'm counting on having problems getting our Gencon badges, mostly because I've confirmed they're okay and ready for pick-up. Confirmation is usually the kiss of death for me.
I feel like sticking my head in the oven. Although, having an electric range, I don't think that'd work.
June 27, 2006
Winding Down
I got my leg veins zapped for a third time today. Because I volunteered to be a guinea pig for this new laser they were testing today only, I didn't have to pay anything. HOLY GOD IT HURT. The other two times were kind of eh. This time, the laser tech guy there demo-ing it was like, "Let's crank this thing up and get rid of those in one swoop." While it was pretty painful, I do have serious results this time. So no complaints on that front. Maybe this time it will work. If so, it was totally worth it.
Just feeling kind of tired today. I've got some Santa Gertrudis breeder coming out to sort the cows tomorrow night and get them identified, so we can sell them, pronto. It's time to get this done. I've also got to start boxing up all the junk in the garage to donate to the JVS. I want that done by next week. I'll have plenty of time while I wait out a 6-hour window of time the piano movers MIGHT show up during. argh. Oh well, I'm getting it moved. Mission accomplished there.
It's a shame someone filled the dumpster with tree limbs. There might have actually been room to throw the rest of this junk away. Now, not so much. I guess some of it will just get shuffled back to the barns. I think the garage should be cleared for the new tenants. It's only courteous.
June 25, 2006
Finale
It's over. I'm getting the piano out this week. I think I'm going to take next Monday off and use one of my precious PTO days I have left. I think a 5-day weekend spent mostly at a gaming convention is just what the doctor ordered. I need some time.
I felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown tonight after talking to mom. I lost it for a while. I probably should have let myself lose it some more, but oh well. A good cry would probably help a lot right now.
June 24, 2006
Day 1 is at an end. Just 4 hours tomorrow. I was irritated all day. Every day that I wake up knowing I have to go out there is a ruined day. I have zero patience.
The corn crib doors were open. I had to walk some stuff to the dumpster, and I made myself look in the open doors. I forced myself to look at the oil pit. I felt so small. Every inch of my skin felt like one, continuous open infected wound. I decided then and there I’d never look in there again. I haven’t been able to do it until today, and even then, I didn’t think I could. It just seems so small. How could the car possibly have fallen into THAT? What trick of fate of was this that something like that could happen?
And then it came. This is bullshit. This is all bullshit. All the work we have put in for this mecha-sale has been a total waste. I knew it would be. If we had just had an auction, we would easily have drawn a couple hundred people. But nooooooooo. To save money, we had to have a “huge estate sale.” A “huge estate sale” that had a much-too-small ad run in the paper for far too short of a time. If you want 100 people to show up, then eat the $100 it will take to advertise all the main things people are interested in and run it in the paper longer. Personally, this has all been pointless. No one wants to drive to B.F.E. for an under-hyped garage sale.
I can’t even begin to deal with what’s happened until I don’t have to go out there every week and put on a brave face. If I don’t let myself think about, it doesn’t hurt. But I can’t keep doing this. It’s still not real for me. I have to make it through one more day. Just one more. Keep it together. One. More. Day.
The sleeping pill is kicking in, and I'm about to go unconscious. Night.
June 23, 2006
Two more days, and it's over. Not much longer.
And now, a quiz. Match the quotation to Hitler or Anne Coulter. While tough, I got 11 correct.
June 20, 2006
Open all night
We had to go out to the farm tonight. We just got home a little bit ago, I'm showered, and now I'm pondering how much of an anxiety attack I'll have as soon as I lay down. /sigh
I got the sale signs hung, and we made a little progress. T-4 and counting till it's over. This isn't going to be easy. I swear every time I go out there, I get stuck on burn barrel duty. "Here, burn these 4 garbage bags of documents that have to be slowly fed in and stirred around the whole time." I was sweating so hard my pants kept sliding down. I guess that's good news on the workout front. heh
We get our new washing machine delivered tomorrow, thank god. Aaaand, I think I'm going to bed. My sleeping pill is kicking in, and I'm start to tip over.
June 19, 2006
Poetry in Rocket Science
When infalling matter
from the imploding star's
outer layers
reaches this neutron core,
it bounces back
and
generates
a powerful shockwave
that blasts away the star's outer mantle
in a stellar explosion called
a supernova.

June 18, 2006
Tunnel of light
The estate sale is this week. It's almost over. I'll have my weekends back, and I won't have to deal with having all this crap thrown in my face week after week. I think I did a pretty good job of blocking out anything and everything to do with Father's Day. I've felt pretty good the last few days, a much needed respite. It makes me think that since I had a good 10-day break and felt some relief, a permanent break will be even better.
Friday, I watched the first two episodes of the new BBC show HEX. It was pretty good. There were some strange continuity things, like ghosts that eat or carry around solid objects. But I think it's a pretty solid start in the vacuum created by the exit of every supernatural show I like.
Saturday, I got my hair cut. My hairdresser likes to go curly, and since I'm much too lazy to put any real effort into my hair on a daily basis, I let her splurge when I go in. In the evening, I went to Kirtan, and then I rushed home to spend a little time with Dr. Bob. He and his wife are being transferred to Colorado this week for three years, and after that, who knows where they'll end up. He came by to hang out with us for the evening.
We went to see Nacho Libre today. It was pretty funny, though I had no idea it was a Nickelodeon movie. Typical of most comedies, a lot of the really funny stuff was in the trailer, so it wasn't nearly as funny in the film. But there were a few parts that really cracked us up. Overall, I would rate it as enjoyable if you enjoy Jack Black's camera mugging and James-Belushi-like physical comedy.
This afternoon, I took Tanya to go check out the skydiving place in Xenia. I'm just not sure. Part of me really wants to do it, to prove that I have what it takes and give death the finger. But the other part of me is scared shitless and says, "What's so bad about NOT going skydiving?" The thought of freefalling is cool. I just don't know if I can make myself jump out of a plane. If I even THINK about being 2 rungs up on a ladder, my hands sweat. **wipes palms**
And tonight, we watched Dead Man. I really enjoyed Jim Jarmusch's Ghost Dog: Way of the Samurai, so I figured I'd probably enjoy this. And I did. The only thing I didn't like was Neil Young's distracting, overwhelming score that seems to never end. It was far too loud for the tone of the movie.
Kev's grandpa will probably pass away before the night is over. His mom called and said they were keeping him alive because they couldn't bear for him to pass away on Father's Day. So at midnight, they'll begin to taper off the life support, and he'll pass on. Keep him in your thoughts and prayers tonight, folks.
June 15, 2006
Moo.
I stopped at B. Moss today. They were having a 40-50% off everything sale today only. They had all the cuts and fabrics of the dresses I've been looking for...in every size except mine. /sigh Why is it so hard to find what I want? Okay, sure I'm a fucking giant with a large chest. Sue me. I just don't want dowdy, brown, stiff-material skirts. Is that so hard? I don't care to look like I'm wearing a pressed and starched 50's sun dress that sticks straight out, two feet in every direction.
I did manage to find one really awesome skirt, and I got two $5 tank tops on clearance. I spent about a fourth of what I had planned. Hurrah for not spending the money, but dammit for not getting what I had hoped for. And the browns. I am so SICK of brown clothing. A little is fine. I own two brown dress shirts and a pair of brown cargos. But it's out of control. Every store I go in has fuckloads of brown clothing everywhere. It's like a 10-assed Hydra took a giant shit in the store.
Anyway, I'm tired of brown. I want bright, deep colors like royal blue, forest green, and deep crimson red. I don't want to look like I crawled out of the grave last night. Apparently, not wanting to look like the Undead is too much to ask for.
I hit the gym after work tonight. I tried not to overdo it. I still can't do any crunches. My ribs and muscles in my left torso are much better, but they still don't like doing certain things, such as pull-ups, crunches, and ab-twist machines. But I ran 4 miles and did 40 minutes of weight lifting. Not bad for only getting to the gym 3 times in the last 2.5 months. It'll just take time to get back in the swing of things.
The estate sale is next week, and after that, I'll have my Saturdays back. I'm both ready for it to be over and dreading it.
June 14, 2006
Your name on rice.
I went to King's Island today for our corporate outing. It was nice to get to go for the cost of gas. Free parking, free admission, free lunch. Good stuff. I now have my usual post-KI headache. ugh.
You know what? To hell with people who blame other people for their problems. I'm not going to cry about it another second. And that's all I have to say about that.
I watched Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants the other night. Okay, I'll wait for the mocking laughter to stop. ... Honestly, it was a really fantastic movie. It had substance, amazing teen actresses, and really, really good dialogue. I was expecting teenage fluff, and I got a movie that really hit home. They need to make more movies like this for young girls. Most teen girl movies resort to pandering, slutty clothes, and ludicrous catch phrases. I'm considering buying SotTP. Moms, rent it for your teen girls. You won't be disappointed.
And tonight I watched Maria Full of Grace. I enjoyed it. To me, it was a bit predictable, but for the average viewer, it would probably be shocking--SHOCKING--what pregnant, teenage, Colombian drug mules go through. Check it out.
Kev and I ran out to do a few errands after I got home and showered. We had to go look at washing machines, since ours died. I think I'm just going to order one from Best Buy. They have the best deal I've been able to find so far, and I don't need their help installing it. Now to just get the old one dragged down to the curb. The good part about living in this neighborhood? That washing machine will sit curbside for less than 30 minutes, and then it will vanish like magic.
We stopped at the mall, so I could pick up an order that came in today, and Kev made a comment about tramp stamps. "When you get tattoo on the small of your back, don't wear pants so low and tight that they squeeze your back fat up and make it look like silly putty. Oh hey, is that a warped Dick Tracy on your back?"
June 13, 2006
Confession.
Some days you feel like nobody understands, despite the fact that you know some do. You know that it's okay to miss them, but you try so hard not to. And as hard as it is to be sad, maybe it's harder not to be.
I just want to feel good and happy and alive because if I feel alive, it doesn't seem like he's dead. And if I'm not sad, it proves that I'm the stronger person, that I can withstand anything.
But I can't.
And some days, I feel like I'm crumbling. As much as I try to feel something, anything, nothing comes out. I feel abandoned. Raw. An exposed nerve.
Few things are worse. Opening your heart only to be rebuffed. Being inexplicably abandoned by people you thought were friends. They hurt. No explanations. Nothing. Just loss and resentment.
June 12, 2006
I'm beat. I didn't have to leave till 9am this morning, but I had to drop off some flyers for a tradeshow in Columbus, and then I had to go to a different tradeshow there in town. Finding the first place was an additional 30 minute adventure. /sigh. But the tradeshow was a good experience. I was convinced I'd be completely out of my league, listening to detailed spiels about insider stuff from the health care world. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised that it was really pretty easy. I have the disadvantage of not knowing very many of our client hospital CEOs and Medical Directors (unlike everyone else involved) and, therefore, couldn't do a lot of the meet & greet aspect. But it was pretty much just passing out literature, explaining the basics of what we do as a company, and shaking lots of hands. I got a lot of good tradeshow booth design, giveaway, and literature ideas. We're planning to re-vamp all of our brochures later this year once our new website is launched.
Generally, we talked about movies during the slow times, mostly 80s tit-farces, of which I was at a loss because my mom wouldn't let me watch those, and I had no interest by the time I could. Every time a speaker was scheduled, the halls emptied, and tumbleweeds blew down the aisles. The people around us (one of whom looked EXACTLY like a blond Garibaldi, pre-shaved head, from B5) were highly amused at our movie tastes--and my co-workers' constant bursting into song of our new medical spa's jingle. After the show ended, we did a little shopping at Easton and then grabbed dinner at Cheesecake Factory. We had shitty service from both restaurants we ate at today. It must have been something in the air that just made them not want to ever come back to our table.
But I only spent $4.24 cents while shopping. I impressed myself. Although, had any of the clearance racks had anything worth buying, that would be another story. And my f-i-l came over to look at our washing machine that bit the dust yesterday. He confirmed that it has, indeed, bit the dust. Thankfully, we have a bit of extra money, so we can replace it with a comparable machine; it has a "super-sized" tub. Everyone I know has said it has the biggest tub they've ever seen. I want another one like it, so I can continue to wash my king-size blankets and junk here, rather than at the Laundromat. Every time I think I'm going to have some time to myself to hit the gym or hike or do something that doesn't involve my ass rooted to a cushion-y surface, I have to run around and take of something like this. Oh well, at least we have the money to replace it. Good fortune has shined on us lately.
All in all, it was a good day. I'm really looking forward to King's Island on Wednesday. Looks like the weather is going to be nice, and it's a free ride except for the gas. Woot!
June 11, 2006
It's been a busy weekend. Bill got in safe and sound Friday night. Kev entertained him until I got home. Saturday, despite checking weather.com at 11pm Friday night where I was assured it would be 66 degrees and only PM showers, was rainy, cold, and shitty. Lorie still braved going to the street fair with me though. It was just spitting rain, a constant drizzle, and we made the rounds fairly quickly. I got my usually Le Deaux's spicy sausage jambalaya, and then we split a chocolate and banana crepe.
After I got home, a I changed into some nice dry clothes. You don't appreciate the dryness of your everyday attire until your damp to the bone for a few hours. But it was still fun. There was an acrobat team there this year. It was composed of 4 chicks who, right before the show, stripped down to fishnets hotpants, tanktops, and bare feet. And they shivered miserably, teeth chattering, in the cold and rain for the crowd. We stuck around a few minutes, and when they started pulling people from the crowd to make them do stupid people tricks, it was time to go.
Later, I went to the mall to pick up a few things, and I had to pick up some brochures I have to drop off in Columbus tomorrow before heading to a tradeshow at Easton Hilton for the rest of the day. Then, Kev's aunts were supposed to come in that afternoon, of which neither made it. One was stuck in the airport until 6pm, and the other didn't get on the road until late in the afternoon. So we gathered up a couple of our friends and brought them to partake in all the extra food Kev's mom had cooked.
Returning home, we settled in to watch Black Hole on Sci-Fi. Oh Judd Nelson, how far you have fallen from Suddenly Susan. hah. But because of the terrible acting by him and Kristie Swanson, we managed to get a lot of laughs in the two hours we've lost in that sucking hole of a movie.
Today, Tanya and I went and had lunch with an old friend. Dan was in town for the day, and I hadn't seen him in about 8 years. It was really great catching up. Hopefully, we'll get to see him again in July. It was good to see him doing well. And shortly, Kev and I will be going to his mom's to try to catch his aunts yet again. We'll see how that goes.
June 9, 2006
Stolen from NikChick...
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Catarina was Henry's first wife and was probably the only one of his six wives to truly love him. He tired of her, and she spent the last decade of her life in lonely exile. Yet when she was dying, alone and unloved, she wrote: "Lastly, I make this vow, that mine eyes desire thee above all things. Farewell."



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Okay, so she only really wrote those last words as a means of securing Mary's safety in the face of Henry the VIII's madness. But Catherine of Aragon was badass.
I talked my boss into trying a Lebanese restaurant for lunch yesterday. Taste of the Mediterranean was incredible. I've eaten at a Lebanese restaurant once before in Baton Rouge and really enjoyed it. I got the Chicken Shawarma sandwich with a side of rice, and I ordered some Hoummus. I've had Hoummus a couple of times before, and it was okay. This stuff was AWESOME. And in the sandwich, the chicken was tender and marinated to perfection, and it was garnished in the pita wrap with pickle slivers and tomato. The whole thing blended together into an amazing taste. I will definitely go back. Lebanese food is about as close to Greek cuisine as you'll find anywhere around here.
I'm just killing time right now before I drive to my sister's for my grandma's bday. I'm tired, Bill is going to be here shortly, and I still have to do an opening check at the theater sometime tonight. I won't be up north for long.
June 8, 2006
Ugh. I wish I could sleep. I should have done laundry tonight, but I have no motivation.
June 7, 2006
The ants are marching around our kitchen in formation. I already did one round of ant killing in the laundry area last weekend. Guess I'll be doing another tomorrow when Kev picks up some more Raid. Of course, they're no where near where all the Raid was sprayed last week. Now they're doing drills on our countertop and going up over the top of the stove. I should just get out the bleach and spray some around the base of the apartment.. Ants hate bleach. I know they're coming in through the cracks in the kitchen window and under the back porch door. This place was built long before the term "energy efficient" had a definition.
I cleaned the bathroom last night. I guess I should get the rest of the place straightened up a bit before Bill comes in Friday night for the weekend. I just haven't felt like doing much of anything. I skipped yoga because of the insane storm we were having when I was supposed to leave. And then 20 minutes later, it cleared up and got sunny. /sigh
I think I'm going to go to bed.
June 6, 2006
Happy Birthday Dad. <3
June 5, 2006
Tonight was Joe vs. the Volcano. Two people I know mentioned having seen it again recently, and when I saw it endlessly looping on HBO a couple weeks ago, I figured I'd TiVO it for later.
I think it's safe to say that I enjoyed it far more than the first time I saw it. In eighth grade, I certainly didn't understood the literary allusion and subtle wit that I loved so much this time around. I remember the first time I watched it, when they get blown back out of the volcano, my mom guffawed and spat out, "That's just stupid." But watching it again, it wasn't supposed to be serious. It was whimsical and was meant to reinforce that life is sweet, etc. I actually found it rather uplifting for it being such a dark comedy.
Although, I will say that long-haired Tom Hanks is most disagreeable. But then again, I really hate long hair on men. It's like, hello, time to grow up. I can think of a handful of men that look(ed) okay with long hair, but I personally would rather not date a man with hair longer than my own. Just weird. It sends off alarm bells of "This one doesn't want to grow up. Manchild alert! Manchild alert!", and most women just aren't interested in being the mommy-girlfriend/wife. There's a difference between growing up and growing old. You can be child-like without being childish.
Maybe my repulsion of long hair on men has to do with the fact that most men don't have an iota of knowledge of how to take care of long hair. It's very, very different from taking care of short hair...if you don't want it to look a bird is nesting in it or a greasy pony tail of spaghetti. That and I'm always disturbed when from behind, I think, "Wow, she has pretty hair." And then she turns around, and she's a dude. I would have no desire whatsoever to go find out a guy's name that, thirty seconds earlier, I thought was a chick.
June 4, 2006
Kev and I watched Titanic tonight; neither of us had ever seen it. I wasn't all that impressed. I really have no idea how it won 11 Oscars. The acting wasn't all that great, except for Ms. Winslet. But she kind of plays that character in most of her movies, so is that really "acting?" The most original I've seen her do is a guest spot on Ricky Gervais' Extras that was on HBO. Amusing, and the phrase, "Purple-headed womb ferret" was uttered from her perfect, British lips. Just odd.
But even 9 years later, Titanic was still over-hyped for me. I knew most of what was going to happen already, so there were no surprises. The Celine Dion song in the background just irritated me, and I'm really not a fan of disaster movies. So the last hour of the film just made me fidget and yell, "Oh, sink already for Christ sake!!" Stupid people make me angry. Stupid rich people make me even angrier. Stupid, rich, haughty females enrage me. I'd have been way happier as a third class citizen back then.
Some of the CG was pretty bad. I guess it was awesome for 1997, but in 9 years, we've apparently blown that out of the water. The CG "cold" breath made Kev nuts. And after a while, it started to bother me, too. I was thankful for the end of an unnecessarily over-long movie. There was no reason for that movie to be three hours. None. And why the old bag throws the diamond in the ocean rather than give it to Bill Paxton to enjoy is beyond me. Some levels of "romance" are just stupid.
And while throwing clothes in the dryer, I realized I washed my watch. We've had a good run, little watchy and me, but I guess all good things come to an end. It's probably the only watch I've ever worn for so long. I might be able to get it fixed, but I doubt it. Guess I'll have to look for a new one.
June 3, 2006
Sri Karunamayi made a last-minute appearance at the Dayton Hindu Temple tonight. I found out about it on Wed. at yoga. I've wanted to see her since I heard my yoga teacher talk about her last year, but I wasn't able to make it to Columbus on a weeknight when she was visiting this time. Her Toronto appearance was cancelled early this week, so she decided to make the trip to Dayton--convenient for me. I'd been working on the farm a good bit that day, and I had to leave a little early to get home and get a shower before I left. The temple is only about 10 minutes from my house, thankfully.
Had I not been utterly exhausted and pretty hungry, I probably would have gotten a lot more out of her talk. As soon as I sat down on the ground, I could feel the fatigue creeping up on me. Every Saturday it gets harder to go to the farm and piss around, making little to no progress at readying everything for the sale. I'm in a foul mood the entire time I'm there because nothing gets done--and it's eaten up every beautiful Saturday we've had (which is all of them)--and then I'm in a foul mood the rest of the evening because I'm exhausted, and we got little accomplished. How Kevin puts up with me on Saturdays, I have no idea.
Karunamayi spoke for about an hour and a half, and by the end, I was feeling like I was going to nod off, and if my stomach hadn't growled every 10 minutes I probably would have. But I made it through and received her blessing. She had some interesting things to say, but I was really too tired and distracted to focus enough to understand her accent. The more tired and f-ed up I am, the harder it is for me to pay attention. But I walked away with a few nuggets of value. I hope next time I see her, I can be in a better frame of mind. But I felt better after going than before I left, so that counts for something.
June 2, 2006
I went and saw The Breakup tonight. It wasn't quite what I expected. It had the stereotypical BS of women thinking men are psychic and know exactly what they mean by saying bizarre round-a-bout phrases, as well as the repeated issue of Jennifer Anniston WANTING Vince Vaughn to WANT do the dishes. Hell, I don't want to do the dishes. Yes, I have to ask my husband to do the dishes, and while I might sometimes wish he'd just spontaneously do them every day, I'm realistic. Men just don't think about household chores the way women do. ...unless they're gay. And even then, not really.
Anyway, back to the movie. Some of the stereotypical stuff bothered me because while stereotypes are based on some level of reality, it's usually from individuals that have been combined into one hard-to-believe example. I don't have flowers on my sofa. I don't have frilly toilet covers. And yet, I'm still a woman. I still think like a woman, scheme like a woman, and act like a woman...to an extent. A lot of women I've had to work with or interact with over the years make me think China might be on the right track. Some of us are so irrevocably insane that killing us off seems like the only answer in some cases.
How do I keep getting on these tangents? But there is one really good scene in the movie. Jennifer Anniston just calmly lays out EXACTLY what her problem is, in a way that Vince can understand. There. Was that so hard? I mean, really. Instead of bitching and freaking out, just say it. Don't cry. Don't yell. Don't accuse. Just say it calmly. Why is that so damn hard?
And the movie does not have a happy ending. On one hand, I was kind of hoping for one, but the lack thereof made me respect the movie a little bit more. It's reality. People realize their mistakes too late, and people move on. Shit happens. But sometimes, we become better people for it. And that's what matters.
All in all, it makes me thankful I'm not out there anymore. The thought of having to get to know someone, date strangers, and suffer through awful, awful dates and breakups makes me cringe. Marriage is kind of nice. I'd give The Breakup it a 3 out of 5.
Top 5 chick flicks I'm looking forward to this summer:
1) The Devil Wears Prada
2) The Promise
3) The Lake House
4) The Holiday
5) Lady in the Water
June 1, 2006
I'm trying out some different stuff here and there. If I weren't so lazy, I'd make cool little graphics for the dates for each new post. But that would require more work than I'm willing to do right now. I'll probably keep messing around with the look till I'm happy. For now, this is good enough. I'm about as experienced with web design as driving a lamp.