Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Murphy's Law Day

Holy crap, if there ever was a day that completely embodied Murphy's Law, it was yesterday.

I can't even remember all of the crap that happened, but here were some of the major highlights:

Ever since I started with my company, I've been saving shipping boxes.  This was company orders--I was supposed to stockpile around 100-150 shipping boxes, for when we changed our return system and would be using cardboard boxes instead of plastic return totes.  MOST of the people at my store were aware of this.

Yet yesterday, when I needed a box to do a return, I was startled to find that ALL OF MY BOXES had been thrown out.  Every.Single.Last.One.  Now, these boxes weren't in anyone's way.  They were all broken down to their flattest proportions and slid in between my shelves and a metal support beam.  They were minding their own business.

Seriously?  I didn't painstakingly select the most perfect boxes and break them down for my health!  I needed those!  Ugh.  (The part that really gets me is that stuff like this happens all the time.  No one at the store has any respect for me, my belongings, or any of my work spaces.  I quite frequently leave the store with my work space looking like this:

and return the next day to find this mess:
(NONE of those are mine--they belong to the gaming department, whose shelves are to the right of mine. Every day I walk in to their mess spread all over my shelves.)

At home, my day turned out to be one of those days where every single thing you try to do goes wrong.  I tried to toast some bread, but some residue (soap maybe?) on the bottom of my frying pan filled the house with smoke.  Every single item I picked up, I dropped--including lots of food on the floor.

At the end of the day, due to large amounts of wind, the power in my apartment flickered and went out briefly.  I thought nothing of it, and went to take a shower--only to find that my sump pump was broken (presumably shorted out by the power surge?) and the water was overflowing in my utility closet.

I had had enough by this point.  I texted my landlord to let him know, and texted my boyfriend something along the lines of, "I've had enough of today. I'm going to bed."

But before I did, I washed my face and brushed my teeth--and knocked my glasses off the counter.

Of course, the lens fell out.  And the teeny tiny screw shot off to GOD knows where.  I certainly couldn't find it without my glasses!

(I went to bed after this, thinking that I'd wake up the next morning and have a fresh start.  But when I went out to my car this morning, I realized quickly that I had LEFT MY WINDOW ROLLED DOWN all night long.  During a torrential rain and wind storm.  Of course.  So my car seat and butt have been appropriately soggy for most of the day.)

Today has been much more pleasant.  But the plumber is currently taking my sump pump apart and putting in a new one.  And there is poop all over my floor because of this.  Not happy with that.  >:-(

(I'll spare you a photo of that, though.)

I'm wrapping 2011 with a bow and sending it off.  I'm ready for 2012 to be my year.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Bye-bye Christmas...

I'm always sad when Christmas is over.  :(  I was glad when I turned on the radio at 3 AM this morning (yes, that's the ungodly hour that I had to rouse myself and head off to work!) and still heard Christmas music.  (And then later at 11 AM, they were playing some occasional Christmas music.  I guess they know that people like me need to be slowly weaned off of Christmas cheer!)

I spent Christmas Eve-eve at Shaun's and we spread our gift-unwrapping over two days.  I think all my gifts went over pretty well (even though he had guessed what at least three of them were!) and I definitely got basically everything I asked for.

Here's the haul:

  • Storage ottoman (pictured)
  • This American Life Season 1 DVD
  • 30 Rock Season 3 DVD
  • A CD/DVD case
  • A clauddagh ring
  • Yodel Me On My Cell OPI nail polish
  • Starbucks coffee
  • A Gluten-free cookbook
  • Operation board game
Also, I got Leonard Cohen's The Book of Longing from Shaun's mom.

I gave him:
  • Big Lebowski Blu-ray
  • Jackie Brown Blu-ray
  • Goodfellas Blu-ray
  • Writing Fiction for Dummies Beginners book
  • Das Boot (drinking glass shaped like a boot)
  • Sour Patch Kids
  • Wellspring Flip Notepad
  • Keurig "My K-Cup"
  • Ipod charging dock/speakers
I was super pumped to have Operation (I never had it/played it as a kid!) and we played it right away with some spiked egg nog.

Aaaand then I had a massive, scary asthma attack that landed me in the ER.
(The intake girl completely butchered my last name.)

I'm not sure what the deal was, exactly.  I have asthma (and have had it for years now) but it's very, very mild and almost always under control.  I have inhalers at home but almost never use them--and because of this, I never travel with them.  If I ever have an asthma attack, it usually passes very quickly without using any medicine.

But not this night.  I had black coffee, I was using asthmatic breathing techniques...no matter what I did, eventually I could barely get a breath of air.  It was really scary.


Well, after 2+ hours in the emergency room and three breathing treatments and an aggressive dose of steroids, guess who's carrying her rescue inhaler ALL THE TIME now?  Yep, this girl.

All in all, it was a very nice Christmas...but you know, I (and I'm sure Shaun, too) could have done without the ER!

Hope everyone else had a good Christmas too.  Who's looking forward to New Years?

Monday, December 19, 2011

Another one...

I have yet another job interview tomorrow.

This one isn't the ideal job, but hell the pay is more than adequate.  That shit will be NICE.  Bye-bye, debt.

By the way?  My mom is awesome.  The morning after I posted my last Real*Love entry, I noticed the next day that both the owl and the typewriter had been sold.  I was really bummed and my boyfriend said, "maybe your mom bought them."

I considered this, but the typewriter was about $150 or so.

"Nah, the typewriter is too expensive.  If anything, she would have bought the owl."

And today a package arrived.  I was confused, because all of Shaun's Christmas presents have already shipped.  I was expecting a small kitchen timer from eBay for myself...but would they be silly enough to send it in such a large box?

I shook it.

It didn't feel like a kitchen timer...

Well look who it is! I love him.  :)

I haven't named him yet.  Any ideas?


(She swears she didn't buy the typewriter.  I feel silly for posting it now because someone snapped it up!  *pout*  I hope I can find one just like it...)

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Real*Love, Etsy edition!

So, the downside of Christmas is that shopping for other people usually gets me in a..well, shopp-y mood.  With the economy what it is at the moment, that's never a good thing.  I try to placate my urge to shop by buying little, practical things that I can consider to be an investment down the road.  (For example, I've stocked up on warm winter leggings and boot socks from Kohl's.)

I'd really like a new winter coat, but I am so endlessly picky that I just can't find one I like enough to commit to.  Looks like it's sweaters for the rest of the season for this girl...

But, without further ado--adorable things I have been lusting over (but will likely not purchase) on Etsy.

I am obsessed with this typewriter.  As a kid, I learned to type on a typewriter and used to sit there for days just banging out short stories.  This one rings my bell far beyond all the other models simply because of its color.  LOOK AT THAT COLOR.  I am so in love.  I keep checking the price to see if it's been reduced.  It's just a little too rich for my blood.  There are other typewriters going for much cheaper, but I feel like this one is really meant to be mine, and I won't be satisfied with one of any other hue.

Okay, okay--except for maybe this hue!  But this one is even MORE expensive (um, five times more expensive?!) and not even an option for me.

I love you, kiss me, I adore you.  Adorable (but unfortunately sold out!) coffee spoons.  They do have similar items now, though.

I already have a gray beanie similar to this one...but damn, I sure do love this image.  I think they should sell the image! (And maybe the girl's dress.  I'd buy that, too.  Super cute!)

I am in the market for a new iPhone case (mine cost $5 at CVS and it shattered the first time it hit the ground! Although I can't exactly knock it--it seems to have kept my iPhone rather safe) but I'm incredibly picky.  It has to be cute, functional, and not too expensive.  This one is pretty cute, although I would prefer one with easy access, like a snap-on case...

If I had a Christmas tree this year, these cute Dr. Who ornaments would, without a doubt, be adorning it!

I have a mighty, gnawing need for a macrame owl.  I could probably afford to buy this little sucker, but I'm holding out hope that my mom might eventually make me one...even though I'm not sure she knows how to.

This is the big one.  Words cannot possibly express how badly I want a writing desk.  I've seen some simpler designs that I like, but a secretary desk such as this one would be hard to beat.  Little compartments for everything!  And I can just fold it up when I'm finished!  And maybe my (future) typewriter would even fit inside...

Well, there you have it.  The current list of things I'm fancying!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

You weren't missing much.

So, I guess I've really not been missing much all those years when I couldn't go to The Nutcracker around the holidays.
As a kid,  I went with my class (maybe fourth or fifth grade?) and we took buses up to The Wang Center in Boston. I remember a girl from a lower grade was in the production, I'm guessing with The Boston Ballet.  I remember enjoying the show...

But my boyfriend and I were pretty bored and disappointed on Sunday.  Maybe I was spoiled as a child--but the dances seemed repetitive and endless in places.  When dancers landed a jump, the timing seemed "off".  There was no orchestra at all, only a CD played over a sound system.  And Clara didn't even dance en pointe.  


I figured all productions of The Nutcracker were more or less the same--and if that's the case, I'm really surprised the show remains popular.  I'm hoping I just saw a poor production or something, but I'm not too sure.

At least next year I'll know to skip the ballet and head straight for Bedford Falls...!

Also--I'm so ready for Christmas you don't even know.  Everything is wrapped and ready to go--and I even fixed a huge Christmas mishap with plenty of time to spare.  I'm feeling pretty confident.  And I won a $50 gift certificate to my local mall spa, so I was able to cross a pedicure off my Christmas wish list.  I hardly ever win things, so it was very exciting for me.

Hope you're all finished braving the crowds and wrapping.  Sit back and relax & have some egg nog!

Monday, December 5, 2011

Holy crap there she is!

I hope this (significantly delayed...) update finds you all well.  As you can all imagine, holiday time is always crazy in the retail world, so I've been pretty busy between work and school and trying to find the perfect presents for the boyfriend... (I think I've done okay--although he keeps shaking the packages and has guessed at what THREE of them are already!  Next time I'm going to wrap up random items to throw him off, or do the much loved box-inside-a-box-inside-a-box...)

I am uber excited for Christmas, as usual.  It's definitely my favorite holiday, and there's always tons of things I want to do.  (I am determined to get to The Real Bedford Falls one year--this is unfortunately not the year!)  I'm a totally sappy Christmas person, and you'd better believe I've been listening to Christmas music since Thanksgiving.  My boyfriend knows this, and knows me pretty well--this gem of an early Christmas gift arrived for me the other day...
It's the She & Him Christmas album, on vinyl.  Exactly what I wanted (and didn't put on my Christmas list!).  It's been in heavy rotation as you can imagine.

My stocking is hung, and next weekend my boyfriend and I are going to see The Nutcracker.  I've been wanting to see The Nutcracker around the holidays for YEARS, and I've always missed out--but this year Groupon popped up with a buy one-get one coupon and I couldn't pass it up.  Two seats for $25? I'll take it!

The only thing left, besides actual Christmas itself, is another viewing of It's A Wonderful Life (one of my top favorite movies) and a trip to Bright Nights!   I tend to wait on Bright Nights until it's actually snowing, although this year I might have to suck it up and go sans snow--it's been unseasonably warm this winter so far.

My college packet is due in 6 days, so don't expect any updates til then!  Catch you all later :)

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Good news!

I received word the other day that a poem I wrote is forthcoming in the 2013 print edition of Big Pulp!

Of course, I am appropriately excited and can't stop smiling about it.  Even the way I found out about it was perfect: I had a day off and was heading back to my boyfriend's house after a sushi dinner when I got the email notifying me.  I could have possibly been in a better mood.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

This weather is insane.

Unexpectedly on October 30th, the sky opened up and dumped 20 inches of snow onto all the lovely trees.

The trees that, although their leaves had changed color from green to the pretty autumn shades we all know and love, had NOT shed their leaves yet.

When 20 inches of snow hits unprepared trees, it weighs them down.  This in turn snaps off the branches, and knocks down power lines in the process.

Example:

(Credit: Tim Jensen)


Due to all of this, I have been without power at my apartment for nearly a week.  My job was closed for three or four days, and now they're impatiently demanding that I return.  I have told them repeatedly that returning to work would be unsafe for me at this juncture.  (I live far away and most gas stations are out of fuel--additionally, I have NO food at home (it's all spoiled due to the power outage) and no way to clean or keep myself warm.)

Luckily my boyfriend lives slightly south and his town received only rain and was spared all this destruction.  I'm staying with him where it's warm!

I know many people are without power and really inconvenienced by this storm, but I'm very fortunate that I had somewhere to go.  (Before coming down here, I had a generous friend with a generator save my ass for a few days.  Let me tell you, I know exactly where I'm heading in the event of a zombie apocalypse--that family was more prepared than you could ever imagine!)  I've been taking this time to apply for jobs like crazy.  It's very frustrating, to say the least, but I've been job hunting for so long now that I feel like a new prospect has to be right around the corner...

That, and I really don't know how much longer I can take my current job!  I've given it more than a fair chance, and it's really just not for me.  I'm tired of doing the work of two (or more) people while being promised they'll hire an assistant "soon".  I think they're just lying to me at this point.  I do NOT want to be there when Black Friday rolls around.  Ugh.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

I'm tired.

Quite honestly, I'm tired.

Tired of working an awful job and coming home only to spend my evenings applying for other jobs.

Tired of coming home drained, anxious, stressed and negative.  Tired of complaining to those gracious enough to listen to me.

Craigslist.com, Mandy.com, Careerbuilder.com, WorkInRetail.com, Indeed.com... I am burnt out.

I have had 2 interviews (and two impromptu "meetings"), two employee referrals.  One job said "I hope to make a decision by the end of October" and the other, "We aren't looking for someone until the beginning of November."

Both are right around the corner.

I wish I could give school my complete and total attention like it deserves, but when I come home I make a beeline for the job applications instead of my homework.  If one day goes by where I don't send out at lease one application, I feel like I've wasted that day.

I feel like I've been trading up for bigger and better things in my life.  That's how life should be.  But somehow, my career is not following suit.  Instead of climbing the corporate ladder, I am continuously falling back down to the bottom rung.

I need to get my career in order.  Career and money are the one facet of my life that I really have had very little control over and that needs to change. This economy is certainly no help, but I really hope something will happen soon to get me on the right track.

Monday, October 24, 2011

[Crossposted]

I promise a fulfilling blog post in a few days: for now, I am busily attacking my college coursework.  For now, enjoy this random thought. 





Sometimes in the morning, I will forgo the typical American bacon egg & cheese, bagel with cream cheese, what have you, and I’ll get a croissant, toasted with butter.
And even though I’m late for work and eating as I drive, it’s raining and cold, my gas tank is already on E and I’m nearly out of cash for the week…
…I imagine that I’m sitting at a sidewalk cafe in Paris.

The sun is warm and the croissant is fresh and I’m across the table from someone special to me.  I have no place to be.  My only concern is finishing my croissant and coffee.
I need to make this a reality one day.

(photo reposted from tumblr user "aliceisbacon", but I am unsure who the credit goes to.)

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Dresses.

I'm obsessed with this photo right now.
I look at it every day.

Something about it appeals to me on a deeper level than just "I like this photo".

I want my life to be this simple and uncluttered.  Laid out effortlessly like a pre-planned outfit.  All elements that work together, but can be interchangeable.

Years ago I had an obsession with being able to fit my life into a suitcase.  It passed, but I can feel it returning...

If everything I like and am attracted to is minimalistic, why do I surround myself with stuff?  What am I afraid of?

Monday, October 10, 2011

Home sweet home!

I'm back!  And trying to turn my life around.

Well, my job situation anyway.  I deserve so much better, and hopefully I will find it, soon.

My college stay was...interesting.  I meet a lot of really smart people there who push me to be a better person--and in the same vein I am at times shocked by how others view the place is an excuse to do things you wouldn't do at home.  I mean, we aren't traditional college-age kids.  Most of us are adults.  We range in age from 21 to 70.  This isn't a what-happens-in-Vegas... kind of situation.

 My first semester, I was told: "This College ruins lives.  You come here and you meet these wonderful, intellectual people who you can connect with on a whole 'nother level.  When you go home, things just aren't the same.  This College has torn apart families."


Last semester, I kind of wanted to believe that.  I wanted to believe that I was the "wonderful intellectual person". 


But as an observer this semester, I'm not sure these lines are anything more than a fancy excuse.  I found myself disappointed in many people who I thought highly of.

In somewhat related news, I now am exercising my capacity to use the Facebook "block" feature.  And you know what? I already feel a little lighter.  In addition to blocking them from seeing my profile, it also removes any temptation on my part to "just take a peek" at their page.  I'm not sure why I never utilized this before.

Now I'm buried up to my ears in literature and my first "packet" is due on October 31st.  So, if you'll excuse me... :)

Home sweet home!

I'm back!  And trying to turn my life around.

Well, my job situation anyway.  I deserve so much better, and hopefully I will find it, soon.

My college stay was...interesting.  I meet a lot of really smart people there who push me to be a better person--and in the same vein I am at times shocked by how others view the place is an excuse to do things you wouldn't do at home.  I mean, we aren't traditional college-age kids.  Most of us are adults.  We range in age from 21 to 70.  This isn't a what-happens-in-Vegas... kind of situation.

 My first semester, I was told: "This College ruins lives.  You come here and you meet these wonderful, intellectual people who you can connect with on a whole 'nother level.  When you go home, things just aren't the same.  This College has torn apart families."


Last semester, I kind of wanted to believe that.  I wanted to believe that I was the "wonderful intellectual person". 


But as an observer this semester, I'm not sure these lines are anything more than a fancy excuse.  I found myself disappointed in many people who I thought highly of.

In somewhat related news, I now am exercising my capacity to use the Facebook "block" feature.  And you know what? I already feel a little lighter.  In addition to blocking them from seeing my profile, it also removes any temptation on my part to "just take a peek" at their page.  I'm not sure why I never utilized this before.

Now I'm buried up to my ears in literature and my first "packet" is due on October 31st.  So, if you'll excuse me... :)

Sunday, October 2, 2011

College is weird.

I apologize for the silence, all, but I am currently away at college.

It's been an interesting time thus far.  I have discovered that my "drink" is champagne.  (So much for being a cheap date.  Now I feel like I need to wear black dresses and pearls every time I drink.)

I have watched countless people wrap themselves up in drama, and I have heard some amazing stories and beautiful prose and poetry.

There's a workshop soon with a visiting writer, and I can't wait for that to begin.  I'm very excited about this semester and I feel like my advisor this time is a much better fit for me.

I'll check in again once I'm home!

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Style Icon: Tina Fey



While Tina Fey is certainly no Fashionista (and I don't mean that in a bad way--I'm sure Tina herself would agree with me) she has managed to convince me of two things:

  1. It's okay to be a brunette.
  2. Men don't make passes at girls that wear glasses?  FALSE.
For yearrrssss I dyed the hell out of my hair.  I dyed it within an inch of it's life. (it was falling out in chunks the night before my senior prom.  HORROR.)



Even more recently, I still dyed my hair like crazy.  I stuck with red hair dye for the most part, though, deciding it was pretty much the color I was born to have.

But for some reason, it wasn't until watching 30 Rock that I stopped looking at my own natural brown hair color as "poopy" or "dirty looking" and actually embraced it as a legitimate hair color.

(I assumed my hair was still brown, anyway.  I had been dying it for the past ten years without stopping, so who could be sure anymore?)

It also helped that I was getting just a bit earthy-crunchy, and I knew full well that the chemicals in my hairdye were no good for me.  (Neither were the chemicals in soda, or cigarettes...)

So, I dyed my hair back to my natural color.  And then I stopped dying.  Cold turkey.

It's lighter brown than it looks in the photo, but the best part about is it, it's never been healthier.  Awesome.  And I'm not wasting tons of money on hairdye.  (Although I really, really do miss my red hair and wish I was just a natural redhead.)

Bonus tip?  Brunettes are taken more seriously in the workplace.

As far as glasses go?  Glasses to me are just...blah.  I'm not particularly fond of them on other people, and I downright hate them on me.

But even though Tina Fey doesn't "need" her glasses (she wore them only to see the cue cards on SNL, and they became her trademark) she still wears them.

And I hear a lot of people are into that "hot librarian" look.

And I guess maybe they don't look that bad...

See, the thing that pisses me off is that after 11 years of wearing contacts, my eyes have decided that they have had enough.  They get itchy and irritated after only a few hours.  It sucks.

And of course I can't afford LASIK.  So instead, I wear my glasses pretty much 95% of the time.  If I know I'm meeting someone new, going to a party or an event where I want to make a good impression (or if I think I might be photographed) I will usually wear my contacts.

Oh, and during the summer when I want to wear my sunglasses.  Contacts time.

So, Tina Fey is awesome and she has brown hair and glasses.  And I'm kind of Liz Lemon, so I might as well look the part...

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Real*Love, Etsy edition, part two!

Okay, so as I mentioned before, I wrecked all my dishes. Now, at first I thought my favorite coffee mugs (Breakfast at Tiffany's, Sesame Street and Love Is...) had miraculously been spared from this disaster.

Nope.  Not the case.

So now I have been searching, on Etsy, for the "ultimate" set of mugs.  I only want two, but they should be adorable, totally "me", and oversized.  (Because who likes to drink tiny cups of anything?  Get real.)

Here are some I have found that I like but am not 100% sure about just yet...


I think these are super adorable, and I love the speckled stoneware look.  It reminds me of diner coffee cups, which I also love.  The only downside is that they're really teeny.  Better for espresso, but I had something bigger in mind...


These are also adorable, but I looked really closely at them and decided they looked too 'handmade'.  I know, it's a silly thing to be picky about when I'm shopping from a handmade website, right?  But I never said I was logical...


I am a kid at heart in that I love swings.  And I am also a worrier at heart (duh, everyone who reads my blog is saying...!) so I do need an occasional reminder to think happy thoughts.  But this for some reason seems more like the type of mug that would grace a cubicle, rather than a kitchen...


These mugs are my favorite so far--they're haiku's written by the artist, inspired by tea and jazz.  Each mug is named after a jazz or blues singer: Ella, Etta, Billie, Lena, Dinah.  I like ALL of the haiku's, so I'd have a hard time picking a favorite.  (Although my first choices were Ella and Billie...they're all kind of...well, steamy, no pun intended.)

I think I'd be most likely to purchase these mugs, but I'm a little put off that they're only 8 oz.  They look bigger!

Simple, yet accurate.  And at 11 oz, now we're talking!  But it's not exactly what I had in mind for a set of mugs.  A mug I use only when writing?  Absolutely.

I'm still searching...let me know if you find anything good!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Real*Love, Etsy edition, part one!

I have to admit, part of the beauty of Etsy is that you find things you never knew you secretly loved.

For instance, I have certain things I search for specifically on etsy: birds, cherry blossoms, coffee, sushi, and the color mustard (or goldenrod) yellow.

I try not to frequent the site too frequently.  Mostly, because I fall in love with items quickly and because I don't "need" these things, I can't justify the purchases--which kills me, because some of the things are just beautiful.  And frankly, I WANT THEM.

And without further ado, I bring you things I have been lusting over.  (This will be a two-parter, so stay tuned!)

I don't personally wear a lot of screenprinted t-shirts (or t-shirts in general, really), but as a writer and typewriter lover, I'm a big fan of this one.  And the shop, LuckyLucyStyle, has a lot of cute screen printed things.

Screen printed scarves?  Yeah, I'd wear those.  I've actually been following Pretty Raccoon's shop for a long time.  Screen printed tunic dresses are pretty awesome, too. 


And the cherry blossom obsession continues!  I love the simple elegance of this print.  I think I'll buy it eventually, or something similar.  I want to put some pretty pictures in small, mismatched frames on the wall soon.


All the fun of tattoos without the pain, or the permanence!  I love these cute tights, but they don't make them in Casper White, unfortunately.   (They do have a bunch of other styles, I recommend checking them out here.)

I just realized this is only a pillow cover, not an actual pillow, which ruined it a little for me...but, the design is so cute I'm willing to still consider it.  The only immediate issue I see?  It will be covered in cat hair in a matter of seconds.  Major Tom sheds like it's his job.


Cherry blossoms and a bird, COMBINED?  Surely, this pillow was made for me!


Okay, and so although I don't really smoke anymore (I may or may not have two packs of American Spirits in my car--for emergencies only!) I still love the imagery of it, and this photo captures it perfectly.  These are actually a set of 5 note cards, but I think I would just frame one and call it a day.

Stay tuned for my next Real*Love Etsy edition!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

A week (or so) in photos:

Okay, so really this is only from the past two days, but, still.  You know me.  I don't get out much :)


Here's the thing, folks.  I HATE summer.  I can't stand being hot and sticky.  I hate shorts, I hate the sun, I hate mosquitoes.  I'm not a fan of swimming outdoors or barbecues or really anything summer related.  (Except maybe the fact that it stays darker later, and it is acceptable to constantly be eating ice cream.)  

Yesterday was an unbelievably gorgeous day.  It felt like the first day of fall, and immediately it made me want to run out and pick apples and drink cider and play in leaf piles and wear hoodies and carve pumpkins and...well, you know the deal.  I really hope this weather lasts.  We haven't had a good fall in a while, they've all been too rainy, or the seasons have seemed to have gone straight from summer to winter.

I got in some much needed novel-writing time on the back deck of my boyfriend's house while he was at work.  It was a pretty nice spot, and I love having no laptop and hence, no distractions.


 It also made me painfully aware that I DO NOT OWN ENOUGH WARM CLOTHING.  Bleh.  I hit up the mall in search of some cheap fall sweaters.  Didn't find too much,  but got a pair of leggings from H&M.  (If you're looking for the perfect pair of leggings, give them a try.  They are sooo soft and thin without being see-through.  My favorite.)  And an orange knitted hat.  (In fall, my color pallet takes a sharp left turn from my general purple/olive green/burgundy/teal, and careens towards burnt orange, goldenrod and brown!)


Today I spent most of my day cleaning and listening to music.  The house, of course, smells amazing and appropriately fall-like.  (Although, I am beginning to wonder if Yankee Candle makes a "hay" scented candle. I drove by someone spreading hay in his field today and the smell that hit me was just so quintessentially fall!)


 I was sucked in by Revlon's marketing scheme for it's "Just Bitten" lip stain.  (I equally place blame on my friend Mary, who I just noticed the other day was wearing lipstain, and it looked so natural yet amazing.)  Anyway, the color came out this deep berry shade, way darker than what was listed on the tube, and it also was sucked in unevenly (as you can probably tell) by my dehydrated lips.  Not cool.  I'm going to hydrate for a few days and see if that makes a difference...and then back to the store it goes.  I'll try a lighter shade, but this seems like a bust.  Boo.

I needed new black flats for work.  These were screaming at me to buy them.  And since they were the same price as the plain black flats, why not?  I also found some adorable heeled booties for fall.  I stood, tormented by indecision for about a half hour while the sales girl laughed at me--before my mom texted me and told me she'd buy both pairs for me.  Be jealous, folks.  My mom is the best ever.

Happy fall from me and Major Tom!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

The world of one.

So, obviously it's impractical to own, say, one pair of socks, or underwear, or something like that.

But what about owning just one of everything else?  Granted, if you entertain a lot or have a big family this is next to impossible.  But for someone like me, it seems to be a good idea.

See, when it comes to dishes especially I can get really lazy.  I had a rule when I first moved out of my house--I'd bring ONE BOWL (...to rule them all...) and use it exclusively.  
This is the bowl in question.  It's still kinda my favorite...

But you know, there was a time when it became "practical" for me to beg my mother for a set of plates, bowls, mugs...etc.  Y'know.  And they came in handy cuz I had parties and stuff and actually cooked dinners.  But now they simply mean I leave them in the sink and they get gross.

(Side note:  If you're lazy like me, I think you should be warned:  Let's say you have a sink full of dirty dishes, some fruit flies that accompany them, and you've discovered that bleach kills fruit flies.  DO NOT stop up your sink, fill it with hot water and bleach, and leave town for three days.  It killed the fruit flies, sure.  You know what it also did?  IT KILLED MY PLATES.  I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I had to throw most of my stuff out because everything that was soaking became covered in this sticky substance that would NOT wash off no matter how much soap, bleach and water I used.  You have been warned.)

Anyway.  So the bonus of having wrecked my own dishes is that now I'm back down to my one bowl.  Maybe two spoons, a fork, 2 or 3 knives.  I am forced to wash my dishes because they have to be washed unless I want to starve.  This works for me.  I find myself wondering what else I could cut down on to simplify my life.

Clothes?  Yep.  I have a pretty standard "outfit" that I can usually be found wearing.  Leggings, boots and a dress.  Sometimes leggings, boots and shorts and a t-shirt.  Very occasionally, when I am feeling very lazy and maybe even a little gross, I'll wear jeans.  (I honestly want to buy one pair of really hot designer jeans and throw out all my others--I usually wear one pair over and over again, so they might as well be nice!)

I go through my clothes once every couple of months, with my main focus being on downsizing.  Somehow I still have tonssss of clothing.  (And not enough fall sweaters...hmm.)

I downsized all my books (except for the autographed ones, and the first edition vonnegut!) when I got my Kindle.  BUT, I have since been introduced to the beauty which is The Book Barn, and my bookshelves will never be empty again.  Yikes.

You know how they say if you don't touch it/use it/look for it/miss it in a year, then you should get rid of it?  Yeah.  If i were to follow that advice, I would have practically no belongings.  Maybe one day I'll follow it, but til then I can't spare my old photos and old writing!

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

If my job were a relationship.


AN ACT OF FICTION.

Me:  Best Buy, we need to talk.
Best Buy:  Uh oh.
Me:  This thing we've got going on here?  It just doesn't seem to be working out.  I mean, it was fun while it lasted, but, lately it's just been more trouble than it's worth.  I mean, be honest with me.  Are you happy?  Because I'm not.
Best Buy: No, I guess I'm not happy either.
Me:  Good.  You see?  I mean, lately you've been giving me all kinds of mixed messages: 'order product', 'no, you aren't allowed to order product', 'shelve The Big Bang Theory', 'no, actually, that Big Bang Theory has the wrong SKU.  Hold it in the back room'.  And when I need you--like, really, really need you--you don't even bother to return my calls.
Best Buy:  I'm sorry.  I've been experiencing increased call volume.
Me:  And even when you do call me back, you answer my questions wrong.  Or don't even answer them at all.  You just aren't listening to me anymore.
Best Buy:  You know, I know what would fix this.  We could bring in another person...
Me:  No.  Stop.  Didn't you see Chasing Amy?  Threesomes never fix anything, they only make things worse.  How am I supposed to show someone what you like when I can't even make you happy myself?
Best Buy:  But then there wouldn't be so much pressure on you.
Me:  Best Buy, you aren't listening.  I'm already getting it from every direction.  I know you talk badly about me to your friends, I've overheard it.  And you know what?  That's fine.  I understand you need to vent.  But they're making this hard for me, too.  When I put something away, they move it.  When I throw something out, they dig it out of the trash.  They're working against me, not with me.  Any new person we brought in would be doing the same thing.  It's not going to help.  I think maybe we should take a break.
Best Buy: [scoffs] A break.  Right.  No one ever really 'takes a break'.
Me:  I'm sorry.  I've tried, really.  But I can't keep doing this.
Best Buy:  You won't go.  You can't.  You need me too much.
Me: [long hesitation]  Look.  I didn't want it to be like this, but...I've been talking to some people.
Best Buy:  You've what? Who? What's his name?!
Me:  It's nothing like that.  I mean, not yet anyway.  I don't know what will happen, but I just thought you should know up front.
Best Buy: [angry silence]
Me:  Look, it's not you, it's me...oh God, I've always hated that line.  It's such a crock of shit.  It IS me, okay?  I know I deserve better than this.  I'm sorry.  It's the harsh reality of it all.  You've treated me like this for too long.
Best Buy:  It's only been two months!  Please, I can change.
Me:  It's been two months too long.  Ugh.
Best Buy:  [Silence, pleading eyes.]
Me:  This has been sufficiently awkward.  I'll sleep on the couch from now on.
Best Buy:  But...
Me:  Look, I'll be out of your way as soon as I can.  But I don't want to talk about it anymore.



(In real life, my break up conversations sound absolutely nothing like this.  They usually begin with, "Oh my God, I'm going to throw up."  I am nothing if not overly dramatic at times.  But no, seriously I really do get nauseous when people break up with me!)

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Tiffany's.

(I was trying to get some writing done, and instead this conversation between Holly and Paul came to mind.  Sidetracked.  Blog post.  This counts as writing, right?)

Holly Golightly: What do you do, anyway?
Paul Varjak: I'm a writer, I guess.
Holly Golightly: You guess? Don't you know?
Paul Varjak: OK, positive statement. Ringing affirmative. I'm a writer. 

Holly Golightly: The only writer I've ever been out with is Benny Shacklett. He's written 
an awful lot of television stuff, but quel rat. Tell me, are you a real writer? I mean, does 
anybody buy what you write or publish it or anything?
Paul Varjak:  They bought what's in that box.
Holly Golightly:  Yours?
Paul Varjak:  Mm hmm.
Holly Golightly:  All these books?
Paul Varjak:  There's just one book, 12 copies of it.
Holly Golightly:  "Nine Lives, by Paul Varjak."  They're stories.
Paul Varjak:  Mm hmm.  Nine of them.
Holly Golightly:  Tell me one.
Paul Varjak: They're not the kind of stories you can really tell.
Holly GolightlyToo dirty?
Paul VarjakYeah, I suppose they're dirty, too, but only incidentally. Mainly they're angry, sensitive, intensely felt, and that dirtiest of all dirty words - promising. Or so said The Times Book Review, October 1, 1956.

Breakfast at Tiffany's used to be one of my favorite movies, but I can't pinpoint exactly why.

My relationship with the film is strange now, however, as one of my exes for some reason used to throw the
character of Holly Golightly back in my face constantly. 

"You want your life to be just like Breakfast at Tiffany's."  He'd say, nearly 50% of the times we fought.
Which makes even less sense to me now than it did then.  Holly Golightly and Paul Varjak were both prostitutes. She was always throwing big parties and going out nights, but ultimately she was trying to marry for money and be taken care of.  None of this comes close to describing me.


If I had to be one of them, I'd probably be Paul Varjak anyway.  At least he was a writer...I guess :)  And he just kind of exists and lets things happen to him, rather than shaking things up like Holly does.  That seems a little more my speed.


I watched the movie the other day for the first time in years, and I still can't make the connection that he saw.  Out of all the chick flicks I had subjected him to, he thinks Holly Golightly was the character I wanted to be?  I mean, granted, he was off-base with much of the things he had to say about me.  But this one baffles me to this day.


The only thing I can really relate to that Holly says?


Holly Golightly:  Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name! The way I see it I haven't got the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day by the river. I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's.


(And that was why I named my poor old white car Cat.)