Friday, November 30, 2007

I hear that it is the last day of the month!

I'll celebrate making it through another year of NaBloPoMo with a little, random picture post.

I took this picture of Blue when she climbed, uninvited, into one of the chairs in the office. It was funny that she chose the chair that she did; neither of our other dogs ever slept in that one.

Stevie was a fan of the plaid one, in fact.

I so miss that damn dog.

Here's a picture of me and Lucy asking like jackasses at the bar on Thanksgiving Eve.

And here's (from the left) my ass, Lucy's ass and Colleen's ass the morning after my epic birthday bash.

And, while I'm posting ass shots, here's one of my family (and Blue!) as we trekked through the wilderness to find The Perfect Christmas Tree.

We found it.

And, to complete this nonsensical collection of photos, an old favorite. Me, Mom and Meg shortly after my parents rocked my world by making me a big sister.

I think I'll take tomorrow off.

Thursday, November 29, 2007


In participating in other sports, I have been told that I talk like a soccer player. I'm not really sure how true that is, but I certainly have my own sports vocabulary. I say the same things. Over and over and over. And I have been since high school.

If you frequented indoor soccer complexes in the area, I bet that you could eventually pick me out of the crowd just by what comes out of my mouth.

"One on! One on! One on!"
This is how I tell teammates that there is an opposing player approaching. I always give them the number of approaching players. I always say it three times.

"Unlucky!" This is my go-to phrase when a teammate screws up or is beaten by a player who is simply better than he or she is. I also like to shout this phrase to my entire team if we get scored on when I'm not on the field.

"Well in!"
Good job.

"Have it!" How I encourage my teammates to shoot the ball.

"Yeah, ball." Loose translation: "pass the ball to me, please, I think that I am in a good position to make a play."

"Recover!" I use this in an encouraging way. I think that it sounds significantly better than "turn your ass around and redeem yourself!" but isn't too Polly Positive, either.

And that is it.

I've been mindlessly repeating the same six things in every soccer game I've played since middle school. Maybe even before.

Do ya'll have any good sports lingo to add to my repertoire? Do you find yourself using the same phrases over and over, or is it just me?

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Being sick is...

...a good excuse to skip going to the gym.
...feeling alienated by coworkers.
...fluids! Fluids! And more fluids!
...having tissue burn on your nose.
...dependency on Sudafed products.
...extremely undesirable.
...good for reducing guilt about work productivity (or lack thereof). excellent reason to go to bed early. on a turkey noodle soup diet.
...finding NaBloPoMo difficult for the first time.
...unpleasant. excuse to not take your new dog for a walk at every chance you get.
...having everyone tell you how awful you sound.
...drinking tea in mass quantities.
...not going to keep me from watching Gossip Girl tonight.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

December is going to be great

The thought of December makes me giddy.

Colin's birthday and our trip to NYC. I booked our hotel room today - great room in an amazing historic hotel (judging by the reviews, anyway) in a fucking fab-u-lous location. And now I have to start planning our New York City Day o' Glory. We're going to go touristy crazy. Colin has never been to New York before; there will be no shame.

[Suggestions? Anyone?]

Nine days later: the Girls do Chicago. We're taking the train - wheee! - and a great hotel room at a stupid price (I heart Priceline!).

Meg comes home from school.

Colin's birthday is on the 11th.

Danielle is home from Los Angeles.

I finish my class.

And I'm taking seven (7!!!) days off of work.

I am even excited about Christmas. I am never excited about Christmas.

Before I know it, we'll be in 2008. And I'll be on a budget. December is going to be fantastic. And memorable. And expensive.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Hot mess, party of one

Is it bad that I don't want to see Colin tonight?

What about if I told you that I have a killer, sneezing, snotty head cold, a hideous zit of gargantuan proportions, frizzy hair, nails that need to be polished and legs that need to be shaved. Is it bad then?

I have major body image issues.

And, on days like today, I SHOULD.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Meltin' the ice

I am fortunate enough to skate at a figure skating club that is, quite frankly, an elite training center. Many of America’s top young ice dancers train there under an exceptional coaching tandem; I expect that during the 2014 Olympics I will be able to watch the ice dancing competition and point out a team or two that I once trained on the same ice as.

My club draws coaches from all over the world. It is not unusual to have a guest skater or two – usually skaters with skill so advanced that I cannot fathom having such talent – on our club sessions, training with these elite coaches. Skating more perfectly than should be humanly possible.

There is no other skater, in my mind, that will ever top our current guest skater.

He is Russian-born.
A Canadian citizen.
A gorgeous, fluid, musical skater.

Yeah. I said it. An Abercrombie model.

My practices have been exceptionally unproductive these last two weeks.
But my salivary glands have gotten quite the workout.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

April showers

I am so irritated with April.

I didn’t write about it at the time, but earlier in the month when my friends and I made Thanksgiving dinner, April flaked out on us again. Much like Lucy’s birthday, she lost control and then lost her mind. She dropped off her side dishes and then didn’t show up to dinner.

It was, according to the apology email that she sent to us, “a combination of many things and just came down to my mood not being as good as I would have liked to celebrate with you guys.”

Really, she was just pissed because she wanted us to have dinner at 6:00 pm so that her married boyfriend could come and Lucy wanted to have it at 10:00 pm so that her husband could come. And Lucy won. Because she was hosting our Thanksgiving. Because Chet is her husband. Because that is what we decided.

And, just like at Lucy’s birthday, April couldn’t take it. And, just like at Lucy’s birthday, she bailed on us.

It’s bullshit.

It has been three weeks since any of us have spoke to April. Lucy made first contact. They went for coffee yesterday.

At Starbucks, April told Lucy that she likes being a part of our group of friends. She likes going to the bar with us. She has fun.

But our personalities are too strong for her to do anything “big” with us. We are too opinionated and it intimidates her. And then she pulls away.

That is her take on it, anyway.

My take on it is that she always wants to get what she wants. And that she would like to be friends with us when it is convenient for her.

I’m not sure how I am going to handle this. Secondhand via Colleen, Lucy sounds sympathetic and forgiving. Firsthand, I can you that I feel neither of those emotions.

I almost don’t care. I don’t want to fight for our friendship. But I’m also not wounded or angry enough to feel as though it is beyond repair.

April is like a gnat. Obnoxious and largely harmless. And the proud owner of one brain cell.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Daydreams, babies and bloating

Is it just me, or is anyone else plain ol’ plumb tuckered out?

It is always nice to feel like you got your ass kicked after two consecutive days off of work.

The holidays are exhausting!

Whatever. I was busy. Busy shopping. Busy baking pies. Busy going to the bar with Lucy and Colleen. Busy policing Meg and her (underage) friend at the bar. Busy with family time. Busy eating myself sick. Busy watching Ugly Betty and Grey’s. Just busy, you know?

Colin got back from Florida past midnight on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. I haven’t seen him. And it is killing me a bit. It has been over a week since I have seen him. And I am afraid that this absence will stunt our momentum.

I don’t want that to happen.

I don’t want it to ever happen.

I’m enjoying myself. This is fun. This works. And, as far as I’m concerned, this can keep growing. Like a snowball on a hill. Like my passion for Gossip Girl. Like my gut at dinner yesterday.

Sometimes I get all caught up in The Daydream.

But I am excessively superstitious, so I won’t detail The Daydream. Just know that it is grand and long and full of blonde babies. But I will keep it to myself. I don’t want to melt the snowball.

This is the most vague, nonsensical rambling I have posted in...uh. Nevermind. I’m always posting vague and nonsensical bullshit, eh?

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Thankful, very

I would like to detail all that I am thankful for this year, but I cannot.

I just got home, after spending a few hours with one of my oldest friends - Aviva - and the house smells like turkey. Six perfect pies are sitting on the kitchen counter. We have a fire roaring in a fireplace. A pretty puppy named Blue met me at the door. Football is on the television. And my extended family is due over at any moment.

So, in the interest of time, I will generalize.

I am thankful for it all.

For the job that I hate. For the family that I love. For friends who are just a little crazy. For crappy weather. For cute shoes. For my unbelievably cruel aunt, uncle and cousin in Chicago. For the bedroom that doesn't hold all of my belongings and the flat I just leased. For Saturday morning's 4:30 am wakeup call. For my health. For my wimpy stomach. For everything I have and everything that I don't. And for the simple, humble ability to feel thankful.

I plan on having a beautiful, bountiful, slightly dysfunctional holiday.

I hope yours is as good as mine will be.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

The perfect day is...

Having Meg all to myself.

Sleeping in just late enough.
Oatmeal for breakfast.
A shockingly efficient and successful trip to the mall (operation: dress for Meg to wear to a wedding, moisturizer for me)
Finding the perfect napkins to match Mom’s new Thanksgiving tablecloth.
Hamburgers and French fries for lunch.
Teaching Blue how to shake.
Cranking out perfect pumpkin pies.
Churning out equally perfect pecan pies.
Watching Oprah while lying in bed.
A quick trip to the gym.
Dinner with Mammy and Pappy.
Finally having Colin back in the state.

And capping it off with my best girlfriends, and my darling little sister, at Our Bar.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Official medical speak

Our new dog, who we named Blue, has not been spayed. Yet.

My mom the nursing professor on this situation: "we need to pick a day to get her box taken out."

My sister the neuroscience major on population control: "Blue is getting her box removed before Christmas."

Classy. Holler.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Moving in on January 1

Anna and I found an apartment!

It is a flat, actually, or a duplex or whatever it is that you would like to call it. It is located in a super young neighborhood, in a convenient and central location, on a safe street.

It is adorable and I am excited. The flat is old and containing all of the old house charm that is Anna’s prerequisite. It is not tiny like the other one we were considering, which is great.

[Unfortunately, it also doesn’t have the fireplace. Which is sad. But will probably save us on our renter’s insurance.]

What it does have includes leaded glass windows and hardwood flooring and a den/optional third bedroom and laundry and a huge basement that I can fill to my pack rat heart's content and a really long driveway and the cutest porch and – seriously, I just cannot wait to show ya’ll pictures. The place is absolutely charming and it is within walking location to a downtown area that includes bars (hi. yay.) and restaurants and other fun things and I am so excited to spend a year living there.

Glorious, glorious.

Rent for the flat is a little more than I wanted to spend, but I’ll get over it. Especially if we ever get a third roommate. Because then my rent will be so cheap that I’ll practically become a millionaire overnight.

I am not crazy about the landlord, but that is a story for another day. Bob is a paranoid yuppie who – I am fairly certain – does not pay taxes on the income he makes off of the house. He wears gaudy jewelry. And he is all into judging the character of his potential renters.

I guess we passed whatever strict standards he was holding us to...which was something more than just having a pulse, but less than having any substantial amount of money in the bank.


Regardless of the demented reasoning behind it, we got the flat. Anna moves in on December 15. I'll move in at the beginning of the year.

And then the fun begins.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

I am so awesome

I have started my Christmas shopping.

I never start my Christmas shopping this early.

For Meg, I bought a Mexican national team soccer jersey.

We're planning on going to the 2010 World Cup in South Africa, and we want to stock up on our national team jerseys so that we have something appropriate to wear no matter which games we end up at.

...Meg bought me a blinding orange Netherlands jersey for my birthday.

I decided that Colin needs a little help with his interior decorating. His house, to put it very mildly, is a bachelor pad to the (dirty, bland, unappealing) extreme.

I pulled out all the stops, whipped out my advanced web searching skills, and found him some gorgeous World Cup posters that I'll have framed for his living room.

I'm pretty sure he'll love them.

From Germany, 2006:

From France, 1998.

From USA, 1994:

I think I might even branch out and buy gifts that are not soccer related!

Saturday, November 17, 2007

I have a new sister!

My mom couldn't stand not having a dog around the house.

A friend forwarded her an email from the shelter.
Very sweet and friendly
Good natured
Approx 1-2 yrs old
Needs out ASAP

The email had pictures attached. My mom was instantly sold. And my dad cannot tell her no.

They picked her up this afternoon. I have yet to meet her, but she sounds very sweet. And she, judging by this photo taken at the shelter, she looks very cute.

Welcome to the family, Yet To Be Named Dog!

(Don't chew up any of my belongings, please.)

Friday, November 16, 2007

Resolution Review 10

Hey! Did you notice that it is past the middle of the month and I still haven't reviewed my resolutions from October? Yeah. Exactly. Would that have anything to do with the fact that I DIDN'T DO CRAP.

1. Read 12 novels.
Not a thing. Suck.

2. Find a new job or go back to school. Or, ideally, find a new job AND go back to school.
Kicking ass in my class. Not suck.

3. Go to the gym with increased frequency.
Gym: Maybe I went seven times in October. Better than September. Still sucky.
Skating: Eight skates in October. Which I fear will be dropping, dramatically, in the near future.
Soccer: I played 5 games in October. It was fun.
Hockey: Between games and practices, I had five skates last month. I'm not loving hockey like I have in the past. I wonder if I'll keep it up.

4. Not make a weight-related resolution.
I felt awfully good about my body in October. Now November is another story, but in October I was pretty darn good.

5. Knit more.
I didn't even look at my knitting needles. Suck.

6. Stop the incessant purchasing.
One little shopping trip to Macy's. And a very expensive skating dress. Could have been worse. Could've been like November is turning out to be.

7. Visit with my grandparents more.
I saw Grandma and Grandpa a few times. For my birthday, my birthday party and Emma's birthday party. But no nice, special little visits. And that is rude.

8. Cut back on the coffee/hazelnut cappuccino mix that I feast on allfrickingdaylong at work. It’s as bad as sipping on a soda all day.
I had a few cups, maybe. And every time I did, I was doubled over in pain. Nice.

9. Become a sweet-ass juggler.
No. Of course, no. Obviously, no. Barf. And also puke.


10. Allow myself to trust Colin.
October was - by far - our best month ever. He's letting himself become a part of my life. And I'm letting him. He's not just a boyfriend. He is a part of my circle of friends. I'm opening myself up. He's putting his job on the back burner when it is appropriate.

And I fee like can trust him like I never have before. So I am.

On 2007's resolutions:
The Original
Resolution Review 1
Resolution Review 2
Resolution Review 3
Resolution Review 4
Resolution Review 5
Resolution Review 6
Resolution Review 7
Resolution Review 8
Resolution Review 9

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Nothing, and everything, is the same

I remember starting this blog.

I remember wanting to remember starting this blog.

I think that I knew – had some inkling, anyhow – that this blog would be big in my evolution from unhappy college student and whoever I was supposed to become.

I wasn’t sure what the end product was supposed to be. I still don’t. But, every day, I’m getting a clearer vision of who I am and who I want to become.

And I have a record of it.

That is why I’ve kept up this blog for the last three years.

It was a miserably cold, rainy November afternoon. I got home from my internship and fell into the plaid armchair in the corner of our library. I might not have even bothered taking my coat off when I sat down and propped my laptop atop my knees. The chill of November had seeped deep into me. And I started a blog.

I needed to. I was scared and unhappy. In a lot of ways, college wasn’t good for me. I came home insecure, self-loathing and uncertain. I had my degree, but not much else. Failure was never far from my thoughts.

I am not a completely different person. I am not deliriously happy. I have reached no career goals. I have no money in the bank. I am nobody special. I haven’t reached my pinnacle.

But I can live with myself. And that is an improvement.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Meme Mania

The resident Bad Girl 'round these parts tagged me - oh, weeks and weeks ago - and I'm just getting around to this meme.

But first, the rules:
A) Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog
B) Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself
C) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs
D) Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

'cept I'm not going to follow all of the rules. I'm not big into picking and choosing and tagging. So. If you want to do this, you should consider yourself very tagged. Wheeee!

1. I miss being a complete social reject. Before I was friends with the rest of The Girls and Lucy was in Thailand or not spending every minute of her free time with me, before Colin came around and shook up my entire existence, I had a lot of Friday and Saturday nights at home. I'd watch television and wear sweats and go to bed really early. I miss that time by myself and I miss that time alone with my family. And I really, really miss not being so damn tired.

2. One of the best parts about moving in with my parents is waking my dad up when I get home at night. He is always confused and disoriented and says the most random and illogical things. Then, in the morning, he doesn't remember the conversation we had but Mom and I do so we laugh at him (and the stupid shit he said) for hours on end. And it is fun.

3. I am a sucker for a compliment. At my soccer game yesterday, for example, we were playing this girl who was ridiculously skilled. We knew this because we've played with (and against) this girl a million times over. Standing at the sidelines, bitching about our fate, one of my teammates said "oh well, you're way prettier than she is anyway." At that moment, I considered asking her to be my best friend.

4. I am terrified that I will get my master's degree and still not be able to find a decent job in my field. It happened with my undergraduate degree from a very good school, so I can't see what it couldn't happen again.

5. I'm okay with losing. Someone who plays as many sports with the frequency that I do should probably be ubercompetitive, but even playing on a team that loses nearly every game really doesn't bother me all that much. I guess I am one of those rare gems who play due to a true love of the game. Huh.

6. I bake better than I cook. Way, way better. It is just because I have far more experience baking. Putting an entire meal together is hard! It takes timing and planning AND effort. I'm just starting to get good at it.

7. I just got coffee for the coach of an Olympic gold medallist. If that gives you any idea of what kind of job I have. And how important I am at that job.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Strangely well-rested

One of the things that I most like about my job, and one of the things that I like least about my job, is its flexibility.

I like the flexibility when I can manipulate the schedule for maximum time off in exchange for a minimum hit to my allotment of paid time off. I like it on my own terms. And I despise it every Saturday morning, every late Thursday night, every time my schedule deviates from M-F, 9-5.

This week has started out very promising.

While walking out the door on Saturday, I glanced at the calendar. Oh. I'm not scheduled for work on Monday because I'm working on Friday. Huh. I totally forgot about it.


And I have a training session to suffer through today (10-1 odds that I'll find a way to get bitched out, again) from 10 am - 2 pm. Which means I slept in. Again.

It is really strange, getting out of bed without that heavy drag of sleep deprivation.

I could get used to it.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Six days to perfection

On Thursday morning, Colin leaves for a six-day business trip to Florida.

I am a little jealous that he gets to go to Florida, while I have to stay in this impossibly gray and gloomy Michigan November.

And, at the same time, I am looking forward to his trip. Six days apart will give me the time and the space to see what we’re becoming with the clarity that I need.

We revved this up so quickly. From eternally sorta-kinda to full-on boyfriend/girlfriend before I could process it. I had been telling myself, for more than two years, that when we were in our almost relationship (as opposed to when he fell off the face of planet earth), it was what I wanted, what I needed and what I deserved. And now that I have what I is overwhelming.

In a really, really good way.

Colin is being the ideal boyfriend. He is transitioning better than I am. I guess it makes sense. The reason that we’re more now than we were before is because he is finally ready and willing. He grew up. He opened his eyes. He initiated. He made the suggestion that we give up the games and try a real relationship. And then he followed through and made it happen.

I am, in many ways, floundering. I don’t know how to be a girlfriend. I barely knew how to be a sometimes, kinda-sorta, when it is convenient for you girlfriend. I’m going from administrative assistant to CEO. It makes my head spin.

I’m learning. How to balance everything. When I should skip going to the gym to be with him and when I shouldn’t. How often we should go out with my friends versus his friends versus the amount of time we spend alone. How to be present and fearless and open. How to strike a compromise between confidence and vulnerability.

It is exhausting, all of this learning.

I am doing the best that I can. But I want to do better.

And that is why I am thankful for Colin’s business trip. Not because he’ll be gone (I suspect that I will miss him quite fiercely), but because it will give me time to analyze. To get better. To be my neurotic, perfectionist self.

To have Colin come home to a better person than the one he left.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

The housing situation

My cousin and soon-to-be roommate Anna and I went looking at apartments last weekend. Did I mention that?

Anna is a funny girl. Her mom – my aunt Marie – is an artist and, as a result, Anna has very strong ideas about what is beautiful and what is not. She would be the first to admit that she likes old things. Things that she deems as having character.

Because of Anna’s personal preferences, we didn’t look at traditional apartment buildings. Instead, we looked at houses converted into duplexes in an area where such accommodations are pretty common.

Duplex 1 was nasty. Incredibly dirty considering that it was being opened for showing to multiple groups of potential renters, not just us. The bedrooms were painfully small. I’d be able to fit my bed, but I wasn’t sure that I could even fit one of my dressers in addition to the bed. And that would suck.

Duplex 2 was adorable. Unlike the other two, this was on the first floor of the original house. The house has a big front porch and a modest backyard – with a vegetable garden that we could plant whatever we wanted to in, if we so desired. The duplex had all hardwood floors, a fireplace in the front room, lots of natural light. The bedrooms were small – not as small as Duplex 1, but still smaller than I would like. The kitchen is not big and neither is the bathroom, but the dining room and living room are both big and open and fantastic. Perfect for socializing.

Duplex 3 was probably my favorite. It was the biggest, by far. The bedrooms were comparable to that in my old apartment, the bathroom was enormous. The kitchen was painted an unattractive mauve color, but the rest of the place had a cute, unique paintjob of pleasing neutrals. So much better than the standard white. This was the priciest of the duplexes that we looked at, but also the biggest.

Anna didn’t love Duplex 3. She claimed that she was concerned with the neighborhood – that the area (all of five or six blocks from Duplex 2) was just a little sketchy. Really, though, she hated that it was so standard. I understand. I would happily trade the carpet in for hardwood floors and a fireplace, but I wanted the space of Duplex 3.

We’ve been taking this week. The more we talk about it, the further we lean to Duplex 2. I would be very, very okay with living there. Our landlord’s house is on the same street. And the fireplace is so damn cute. A small bathroom won’t kill me. And it is less expensive than Duplex 3, anyhow.

We’re going back this week to look at Duplex 2 again. I've just finally started to feel settled here and I could be moving before the beginning of the year. Crazy.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Two girls meet at a coffee shop

Lucy and I met at Caribou for coffee last night. We were supposed to be doing homework. I did a bit. She did a bit.

And still we managed to fit in a good deal of chatting. Here, my dear readers, is just a sampling of our eccentric and random topics of conversation.

Labor unions
The meaning of dreams, particularly dreams about babies
My ill-fated paper
Colleen’s adventures in online dating (including 20 minutes of attempting to locate her on and Yahoo! Personals)
Lucy and Chet’s potential trip to Israel
Caribou’s Pumpkin Pie Latte versus Starbucks’ Pumpkin Pie Latte
The felted bag of a girl sitting at the table across from ours
Alexa’s financial downturn
Lucy’s take on her homework: “I think what I’m writing I’m making up, but I really like it. It sounds really professional”
Roth IRAs
April acting like a spoiled, rotten, nasty little bitch and ditching us for our Thanksgiving last weekend because we wouldn’t have dinner at the time she wanted
Proprietors of small stores in vacation towns
The appropriateness of dancing to The Girls’ theme song without The Girls present
Fried tomatoes served at a local restaurant that closed at least five years ago
MLA versus APA style
Alexa “bumping uglies” with someone new
Dr. Susan Wicklund’s book This Common Secret: My Journey as an Abortion Doctor
Panera Bread
Lucy’s (very minor) pregnancy scare
Our impending trip to Chicago
Kickboxing class
April’s dad and how important he is or is not within the Chrysler corporation
The song The Girls should sing the next time we’re faced with the opportunity to sing karaoke
My sister
The art of determining that what you’re writing makes no sense
Thanksgiving dinner of last week
Whether lambs are cute, not cute or neutral

Disclaimer: no, we really are two intelligent, educated women. I haven’t been putting up a front all this time. Seriously.

Friday, November 09, 2007

How to burn a day

I completely wasted today.

I completely waste most Fridays, as a matter of fact. It is very easy, when Friday is your day off of work, to spend it unwisely – doing not much of anything because you have absolutely nobody to be held accountable to.

Ironically, I get up early on Friday mornings. I am at the rink and on the ice by 7:45 am. I skate for two hours, I bumble around and talk to the other skaters and take my leisurely time pulling off my skates. I leave home for home around 10 am.

Back at home between 10:20 and 10:30 am, I find myself cold and hungry. I make a bit of breakfast – usually something as unimpressive as peanut butter on toast or cereal – and settle in front of my laptop to read a few blogs. Only for a few minutes. Just because I’m still a little too cold to even consider taking off my clothes so that I can take a shower.

And, before I know it, it is noon. And I have done nothing.

So I take my shower, deferring clothes for my robe. Unlike a workday, I don’t have to get dressed with wet hair hanging down my back. I like that I can wait. So I do.

While waiting for my hair to dry, I’ll watch an episode of Grey’s Anatomy or Gossip Girl. Maybe I’ll check my email. On a particularly productive day, I might even go so far as to check the balance of my checking account.

My hair is dry around 4:00 pm. If I’m in charge of dinner that night, I’ll run to the grocery store. If not, perhaps I’ll run a few errands. Pick up a prescription. Spend money that I don’t have. Whatever.

It isn’t long before it is time for me to start on dinner.

Then Mom and Dad come home and I smile and nod and act very jolly. And serve them dinner.

The rest of my evening is spent digesting my food and waiting for my soccer game to start.

Tonight is a long wait. My game isn’t until 11:10 pm. Annoying.

Thursday, November 08, 2007


...feel like I just got my ass kicked.
...slept in until 8:15 this morning! all giddy and starry-eyed as I daydream about what Colin and I can do in NYC.
...want to go with my sister and my cousin to Los Angeles in February.
...have obviously been bit by the traveling bug. less than thrilled about the current state of my skin.
...already know what I’m getting Colin for Christmas.
...have exchanged at least 30 emails with Colin over the course of my workday.
...cannot wait for Grey’s Anatomy even though it sucked last week.
...have dealt with far too many stupid people today. anxiously awaiting Thanksgiving.
...will leave work in a half-hour. officially in MySpace.
...think I am crazy for being on MySpace.
...didn’t catch Gossip Girl last night.
...want a new winter coat.
...have yet to fall in love with my new car. always a little neurotic.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

A pricy day

I don't know what got into me today.

A few days ago, I got the bright idea of taking Colin to the Red Wings game on New Year's Eve. It is Detroit tradition - the Wings play on NYE every year - and I thought it would be good, low key fun. And after the game, we could meet up with friends for the traditional hullabaloo.

I suggested to Colin that he invite Greg and Kellyann to the game. Kellyann supposedly loves hockey (I imagine that it is in a really superficial way); it felt like a gesture of good will. ...things always feel awkward between us. (I have no idea why. HA.)

Colin wanted to go. Greg said he and Kellyann were in. And I was on StubHub, looking for 4 tickets in the lower bowl for one of the most popular games of the year.

I found them - complete with a parking pass for the riverfront executive lot - not too terribly over face value.

Problem? Face value on a lower bowl Red Wings ticket isn't exactly cheap.

Adding in shipping and commission and whatever surcharge they sock you with, I was down a cool $500.

It didn't stop there.

Then I started looking for mid-December flights to New York City. I still have a few vacation days left to burn and I'm itching to take Colin somewhere for his birthday. The catch, of course, is finding a time when we can both be off of work.

I email him 200 times (but I refuse him details, including location). I search every airline 50 times over. And then, a beacon of hope that goes by the name of Spirit Airlines.

$60some each. Please. I'm in.

Send Colin urgent email.

He says he can go after noon on Sunday and has to be back by 4:00 pm on Thursday.

Later Sunday flights are more than twice the price.

And I'm feeling impulsive.

Booked: painfully early flight to NYC on Monday, morning flight back to Detroit on Tuesday. 27 hours in the Big Apple. It seems foolishly short, yes, but I am confident that we can make it work.

Restricting our first trip together to just over 24 hours seems smart, in fact.

And even if it isn't, I beg you to pretend otherwise. The tickets are nonrefundable.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

If you want to be bored, read this

I just registered for the winter semester.

Actually, I just logged in to my school email account, read the email that indicated that registration started yesterday at 7:00 am, freaked the fuck out, and calmed down just long enough to register for classes.

And now I’m back to full on freaking the fuck out.

I hate uncertainty!

I’m signed up for four. I’ll only take two. I’m only absolutely certain of one.

The one class that I’m absolutely taking is on the satellite campus right by my work. Perfect. It is one of the two classes that come highly recommended that you take in your first semester.

(Which, you’ll note, I obviously did not do.)

The other class that I want to take is on Wednesdays at 1:00 pm. It is the other one of the two classes that come highly recommended that you take in your first semester.

(Which, you’ll note, I also obviously did not do.)

I also signed up for an online section of the Wednesday at 1:00 pm course, even though my gut tells me that I would suck at an online class.

Lastly, I signed up for a higher-level class that is on Wednesday evenings. This is the class I’ll take if I cannot somehow get out of work and accept my fate as an online student loser. I mean, really, it obviously wouldn’t be the end of the world if I skipped the one recommended class for another semester.

But what I would really like to do, in a perfect world, is take Wednesdays off of work. And just work four 10-hour days.

In my current job, it would be totally feasible. This building is open ridiculous hours.

But my boss is also a ridiculous tool.

And, in order for me to ask her if I can have Wednesdays off, I need to tell her that I’m in graduate school. Which I haven’t done. Because it really isn’t her business.

I’m trying to weigh this all out. What is the likelihood that she’ll let me have Wednesdays off? Is it worth telling her that I’m in graduate school for the slim chance that I could get the preferred schedule – or would I be better off keeping my mouth shut and my schooling a secret so that I don’t have my boss thinking that I may quit at any second?

If I tell her the truth about what I’m in school for, she is going to lose her mind. In her peanut brain, my boss assumes that I will work in this job that offers me no advancement for the rest of my life. Obvious even to her would be the fact that a master’s degree in library science isn’t going to keep me here.

I’m considering telling her that I’m getting my MBA.

Sure, I would have absolutely no business getting an MBA. But an MBA wouldn’t scare her so much; it could be applicable to a position at the highest levels of the company – even though none of those jocks have anything more than a bachelor’s degree.

So here I am, spinning lies. Considering spinning lies, anyway. I’m not quite sure that I can do it. Maybe it is just getting ahead. Playing the game to preserve myself.

I have no idea. I just want Wednesdays off.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Warm fuzzies

Random lady at the gym: Are you a Kensington?

Me: A what?

Random lady at the gym: A Kensington. Is that your last name?

Me: Um, no, I'm not related to anyone with...what was the name again?

Random lady at the gym: Kensington.

Me: I know no Kensingtons.

Random lady at the gym: No? Well, take it as a compliment. They are all very beautiful.

Me: Oh! Thank you.

The moment I've been waiting for

From: Cousin Liz
To: Aly
Sent: Sun 11/4/2007 12:59 PM
Subject: Myspace

You have 48 hours to get on myspace or I am going to create one for you and it won't be pretty. Love you....

I've been teetering on the edge of joining MySpace for far too long. I was holding out for a bully to twist my arm and force me into join. And hopefully make my page for me. Score.

All along, I assumed that it would be Colleen, who loves and adores MySpace with every beat of her heart. But I am sure that my darling Cousin Liz will do a dynamite job of molding my MySpace persona into that of the next Tila Tequila.

I'll just wait for her to send me the link.

And stress out about if I should put my relationship status as single or in a relationship.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Pretty in fleece

I am a high fashion model. I am sitting here, not having showered today, wearing Uggs, Vaseline smeared on my chapped lips, clad in a darling combination of black fleece pants and a gray fleece hoodie. It is quite the look.

I am absolutely exhausted. I think I may go to bed at 9.

It was a busy, wonderful, memorable weekend. I was supposed to go with my hockey team to a tournament in Ontario - I am so glad that I skipped it.

The wedding was standard, but a big stepping stone in my relationship with Colin. After almost three years of on-again and off-again, we were finally just like every couple. Real. Committed. Without the drama and the uncertainty. In some ways, it was like our coming out party. We're not just dating anymore, folks; we're a couple. A real couple. With staying power and everything.

Thanksgiving dinner with my friends was a stepping stone in itself. Lucy and I (with a little bit of help from others) made an entire Thanksgiving feast. Had it done on time. Everything was edible. Isn't that something that only real grownups can do? Are we real grownups? It appears that we're heading towards that status.

My cousin Anna and I went looking for apartments today. We checked out a few darling duplexes in a very young, hip suburb. I can see myself living there. Anna and I will make a decent roommate pairing. I'd be paying a small fraction of what I was paying in rent at my old apartment. I'll be closer to work than I am living at home. The size of my bedroom and the size of my closets will be a challenge, but a challenge that I will gladly take on for the opportunity to live in a house with hardwood floors and a fireplace and a front porch and spades of character.

Lastly, I received notification that I was granted a scholarship for next semester. Not big money, but money that will take a substantial bite out of what I'll need to pony up for two classes in the winter term.

Maybe its just because I'm blissfully wrapped in fleece, but it feels like everything - school, housing, friendship and a romance - is finally coming together.

I hope there isn't a catch.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Friends, food, football, family

As we left the wedding, we were handed a little Krispy Kreme donut. I’m not a huge fan of Krispy Kremes – or any other donuts, for that matter – but I thought it was cute.

My mom made an ass-kicking strata for breakfast this morning. I recently had a second piece for lunch.

My friends and I are having our own little Thanksgiving dinner tonight. We often get these ideas in our head, ideas that usually involve us cooking massive amounts of food.

Since getting up at 9:00 this morning, I have made four pies (2 pecan, 1 pumpkin, 1 apple), stuffing, applesauce and cranberry sauce. I still have to make pumpkin bread pudding. And maybe help my cousin Anna, who is joining us for our little friendly Thanksgiving, make her vegetable.

Before we take on our bread pudding and veggies, Anna and I are heading out to the bar where the UM Alumni Association gathers to watch football games and watch our Wolverines (hopefully) spank those Michigan State University Spartans.

I’ve never gone to an Alumni Association event before. I have no idea what to expect. Hot MBAs? Crusty, old goats who cannot quite tear themselves away from those four years spent playing Frisbee on the diag and cramming at the UGLi? I’m just hoping that the event is light on creeps. And heavy on the fun, preferably.

While we’re cheering on the boys in maize and blue, I think we’ll have some nachos. I am certain that they are a specialty of the house, seeing as how it is an Irish pub and everything.

We’ll come home after the Wolverines have clinched the victory. We will complete all necessary preparations for our feast, and head on over to Lucy’s. Dinner is at 10:30 pm, just as Chet is getting home from work.

I expect it to be enjoyable. In addition to really, really delicious.

I cannot believe that we’re making a Thanksgiving dinner. We’re so, like, old.

Because I have no shame

And because I thought you might be curious.
And because I'm mildly narcissistic.

This is what my hair looks like straight. When I am just home from a wedding and making a silly face.

And this is what the back of my hair looks like when it is straight. It is also what my eyeball looks like when it has just gotten home from a wedding, after its been up since 6 am, when it is incapable of figuring how to synch a camera and a mirror.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Being a girl is hard work

I’ve spent my entire day getting ready for this wedding. I took a shower (!!) and I braided my leg hair (oh, wait, no. I shaved my legs) and then I went for a manicure and pedicure.

Lets talk about how I smeared my manicure. UGH. Hate.

Then I ran a few errands, picked up a card and went to have my hair highlighted, blown out and straight ironed. Which took. Two. And. A. Half. Hours.

I better be the hottest girl at this damn wedding.

Except for the bride. I guess she can look better than me.

But only a little.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Commence the diarrhea of the mouth

Oh my goodness. It is already November!

(I forgot “rabbit, rabbit” this morning. Per usual. Another month of bad luck.)

Here is what November means:
1. Cooking my very first Thanksgiving dinner, with my friends, this Saturday night.
2. My three-year blogiversary.

As you may recall, last year I plowed through NaBloPoMo and then Holidailies, posting every single day in both November and December. While I’m not sure I have two straight months in me this time around, I definitely have one. I like a good challenge. Especially when it involves recounting minute details of my dull existence. Wheeee! Three cheers to self-absorption!

Here is the public service announcement portion of today’s entry: if you haven’t tried NaBloPoMo, I highly suggest that you do. It is a challenge, but not too much of a challenge. You feel successful when you’re done, but not exhausted. It is a really good way to get your blog out there to new readers and an equally good way to find a few new blogs to read, too.

And – just admit it – you want to be just like me.

NaBloPoMo is a great place to start.
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