Noel Noel

This weekend is my last weekend to get "Christmas Ready". After this weekend, I'm pretty sure I will have to work all the weekends until Christmas, and Sexy Boyfriend and I usually only have time to do stuff like Holiday Preparation on the weekends we have off together.

I have only bought one present so far, and have many more to buy, and can't leave it to the last minute because most of the gifts have to be sent by mail. I am usually very into Christmas - I love the shopping, I love the eating, I love the drinking. However, this year I am not into Christmas at all. Maybe it's because we won't be traveling home.

I am not looking forward to the shopping - mostly because most of the people on my list will be getting gift cards this year. So boring. For some people I have very specific gifts in mind, but some people I'm just not sure and I'd rather spend less money to send them a gift card so they can buy something they really love then spend a bunch on shipping for something they only kinda like. But gift cards are so boring to buy.

I'm not looking forward to the decorating - Sexy Boyfriend wants to get the tree and put it up this weekend. All I can think is that the needles will be falling out by the middle of the month. And the cat will climb it at least ten times. And the dog will pee on the floor and it will pool under the tree and it will be a nightmare to clean up.

I'm kinda still looking forward to the food, although I'm not too happy that we will be the ones preparing it all - usually we travel home and our Mummies cook everything for us. Don't get me wrong, I make a mean turkey, but there is just something about having your Mummy make a meal for you that makes it even better. Plus, I can't really eat anything lately, so food is not so exciting. Food's actually kind of depressing these days.

I'm still looking forward to drinking, though.

Hangin' Tough - minus five cute boys from Boston

I'm having a tough day today. Tough for two reasons, unrelated except for their essential toughness.

I had to work this morning at 7am. That meant I had to leave my house by six in order to deposit Sexy Boyfriend downtown and make it to work on time. What with it being winter, the sun rose at approximately 7:15am, so I missed the sun in the morning. Then I finished work at 4, and the sun was practically set by the time I left the mall. I did not see the light of day today. So depressing.

I can't really talk about the second element of toughness. It involves someone in my life who found out some very scary news yesterday, which may be nothing, but is potentially devastating. I can't talk about specifics because this person hasn't really told anyone else, namely people who visit my site regularly. Now the waiting game begins, waiting to find out whether everything is okay or something is wrong, and I feel helpless and I know this person feels the same, and we are both uncannily similar in the fact that we NEED to control situations from the very cores of our being, and situations like this are extremely detrimental to our respective mental healths and to the sanity of those around us.

I am also a bit sad that I arrived home to a puddle of dog pee in my bedroom. I do not understand why Charlie is randomly peeing on the floor, but it is seriously starting to piss me off. Don't ask me how I can tell it's his pee and not Gabby's, because it's gross, but, oh, I know it was him. And he knows it was him. And I can tell he's sitting here mocking me because there isn't really much I can do about it.

Weekend roundup

This was my weekend to work, and as usual it was hectic and exhausting.

Friday night was our Keg dinner - it was really nice to see SB's brother and his girlfriend since we haven't really seen them for like a year. The Keg food was of course amazing - however due to my lack of appetite I was only able to eat half of my salad, my steak, half my potato and my veggies. It's one thing to be on a diet and to be intentionally limiting you food intake and being careful what you eat and allowing yourself cheats every once in a while - however it is a completely different and frustrating thing to just not be able to eat. To want to eat what's in front of you so badly, but to soundly believe that if you stuff one more biteful into your stomach that the sum of the entire meal will end up all over the table.

Last night we were able to have a quiet evening in and watch Love Actually, which I've seen bits and pieces of in the break room at work, but have never watched in its entirety. It's really charming and funny and romantic, but in a bittersweet kinda way. I liked it a lot, and so did Sexy Boyfriend.

Work was fine this weekend, but exhausting. The Crazy People are starting to come out en masse, and by The Crazy People I mean the people who think the definition of "good service" is "I get what I want no matter what I ask for". No, I will not babysit your children while you try on clothing. No, you cannot set your tiny dog on top of my merchandise. No, your children cannot randomly climb on our stools so that they may topple over and crack their skulls open. No, I will not refund you for this sweater you bought three months ago that looks like your dog chewed the armpit out of it. I understand that these people exist, and that in turn I will always have to deal with them. However, I wish that they wouldn't all show up on the same day. Randomly the same day, though. Sometimes it's Sunday, sometimes it's Tuesday. I think they must all arrange to come on a shuttle bus or something.

I called the dog walking company on Friday to arrange a meeting, but it was late and I haven't heard from them since. Hopefully they'll be in touch tomorrow so we can set something up.

I have tomorrow off, so I am hoping to come up with something more interesting to post. For now, whatever you're eating, please think of me and be thankful your appetite is healthy.

I never thought it could happen to me

I mentioned previously that my new medication has produced several side-effects that were less than fantastic. Luckily, most of them have passed. However, one thing that has changed that is of some concern is the fact that I no longer have an appetite. I get hungry, but then can only eat about half of my food. Or I'll get hungry for a very specific thing, and thoughts of all other foods will turn my stomach. This is quite problematic when I'm craving noodle soup for lunch but have packed myself a sandwich.

All of this would normally make me ecstatic - I've lost about 8 pounds in the past week and a half. However, Sexy Boyfriend's brother and his girlfriend are coming to visit this weekend, and we are getting together and visiting The Keg, our favorite restaurant. Aside from having the best steak ever, they also have great Caesar salads, tons of yummy appetizers, and my favorite dessert, a mocha ice cream pie.

HOW CAN I GO TO THE KEG WITH NO APPETITE?

This could be a serious issue. What if I can't finish my steak? You can't have steak as leftovers! You can't take a steak and Caesar salad doggie bag. That's just wrong. I mentioned my concerns to Sexy Boyfriend, and he replied "I've supported you through a lot of stuff, you should know by now that if you have problems finishing your steak, I won't let you down."

I'm thinking I might skip lunch.

In other news, I spoke with the dog-walking company this morning, and they want to set up a meeting next week. I can't wait to see their offices and learn more about how they work and schedule their visits and stuff. I feel really good about this. We'll see how it goes.

It's winter, and you know what that means!

Tomorrow is my day off and I am SO glad. I am going to stay in my pyjamas all day and drink hot chocolate and watch movies and nap and read and snuggle with my doggies and my kitty. It's supposed to snow a lot, which will make staying in and being cozy extra fun. I wish that Sexy Boyfriend could take the day off with me.

I can't really say that I'm excited that it is going to snow tomorrow. Aside from the general crumminess of cold weather and snow and such, parking and driving become a chore instead of my relaxation time. Even on a bad summer day, when people are driving like spectacularly moronic pinheads, I can usually do quite a bit of unwinding between work and home. Even though I can't really trust the drivers around me, I can trust the road. However, in the winter, several other fun variables are thrown into the mix.

First of all, for some reason, when the Holiday Season is upon us, people randomly lose their minds when they are operating motor vehicles. Their bad driving quotient increases by like 400%. It's terrible. Then, of course, there is more traffic because people are travelling for Holidays, or preparing for Holidays, or driving to bars because of bad Holiday experiences.

I also hate the parking situation in the city during the wintertime. For those of you who have never experienced winter parking in the city, here's the lowdown. You can only park on one side on Tuesday and Thursdays, and the other side is Monday Wednesday and Friday. And they plow your car right into the snowbank, and it takes forever to dig your way out in the morning. And if there are cars parked on the wrong side on the wrong day, and they need to plow, this truck comes around the neighborhood with a really loud horn that goes "WHOO ooo WHOO ooo WHOO ooo". Really it should say "Get up Bitches and move your cars".

Also, inclimate weather contributes to about 99% of my driving stress during winter. I vividly remember my Nanny telling me horror stories about cars getting caught on black ice. About spinning out of control and bashing into guardrails, or going into the ditch. Jaws of life and ambulances were invariably involved. Usually along with several deaths. Why she was telling these stories to a five year old is beyond me, but I remember them, and they put the fear in me.

Nothing's really going on - so here's this

I came home last night to find a surprising message on my answering machine. I had applied a few weeks ago to a company that does dog-walking. I know it sounds unglamorous, but I love dogs, and cats and most furry animals, so what could be better than working with them all day long? Anyway, when I originally sent my application, I got an email back saying they had already filled the position, but that they would keep my information on file, blah blah blah.

Yesterday they called saying another position had opened up and they would like to talk to me.
It's kind of exciting and scary at the same time. The pay is less than I make now, but the hours are regular, which is one thing I hate about my job now. I would have every weekend off. And be done work by five. Every day. Be still my heart.

Some of the drawbacks: Yucky winter weather, and having to go out in it instead of hiding inside or in my car. Less money. More dog poop than I would know what to do with, probably.

Anyway, I will give them a call and see what they have to say. I wouldn't be able to start with them until January, because no matter how unhappy I am in my work right now, I just wouldn't be able to leave them in a lurch over the holidays.

I was supposed to go for some blood tests this morning, but I chickened out. The last time I had blood taken I was in high school. My mom thought I might have mono, so she (being a nurse) brought home a kit and took my blood to test. I almost passed out at the kitchen table, and since then I have not had any blood taken. I know I have to go and have these tests done, but I also know that I am the queen of procrastination and will put it off as long as I can.

Weekend off!

I recently started taking a new medication which makes my head feel dizzy and spinny when I stand up, which consequently makes me want to heave. My tongue also feels quite numb. The pharmacist and the doctor both told me that I may experience these side effects, but that they will go away. It's been over a week and I still feel foggy-headed. Sexy Boyfriend laughed at me on Thursday morning - I called in sick, and he asked me why, and I told him my head felt empty.

Anyway, so after a week of barely dragging myself through each day, it is finally my weekend off. We spent a blissful Saturday on the sofa - ALL DAY. TOGETHER. We watched movies and read the Saturday Gazette, and Sexy Boyfriend did some work and I read a whole book and it was awesome. One day maybe I will have every weekend off.

I am very sad that I have to go in to work this evening for our holiday kick-off meeting. Very sad.

The book that I read yesterday was A Million Little Pieces, by James Frey. It was Oprah's bookclub choice last month, and I happened to catch that episode and people were raving and crying and saying how it deeply affected their lives. Then Costco had the book for $12, so I picked it up. I can't say that the book deeply affected my life. It didn't make me cry, it didn't really move me that much, actually. I think this owes a bit to Frey's writing style, which is pretty sparse and journalistic, so there were parts that could have been meatier for effect, but weren't. I can appreciate what he was going for, but I felt like some parts were missing something for me.

That being said, I couldn't put the book down. It was engaging and it was thoughtful, and it was beautiful and it was ugly.

Now I'm off to enjoy the last four hours of my weekend, which is being rudely cut short by this stupid meeting tonight. I'm so bitter.

Let It Snow - sort of

I'm not exactly what you would call a "Winter Person". I hate snow. I hate the cold. I love early fall and late spring, and usually get on well in the summer, even when it's sticky hot. But I HATE winter.

That being said, there are certain moments throughout the wintertime when I can be found succumbing to the more romantic aspects of the season. For example, I'm a sucker for snow on Christmas and Christmas Eve. I love when I have a day off and we can play "Snow Day" and just stay on the couch and cuddle all day long. And usually, I love the first snow of the year. When you wake up and look out the window, and the whole neighborhood is blanketed with white velvet and no little monkey children have wrecked it yet, and no dogs have peed in it yet and the plows haven't passed yet, churning up all the dirty city dirtiness.

I have been known to be a fan of the purity of the first snowy day.

This year however, I have been majorly ripped off. The first snow came and went and if you blinked you may have missed it. It only lightly dusted the ground with snow, and when I say lightly dusted, I mean that by the time I got up to walk the dogs, it had all blown itself into corners and under cars. And then the next day it snowed again, but I can still see grass. Car windows weren't even covered. I'm so disappointed.

However, you can rest assured that the guy our landlady pays to clear the walk and the stairs came by today and pushed all the snow aside. There wasn't even half a centimetre. I think he must be paid for everytime he shows up, rather than by the season.

The Sexiest Man Alive

People Magazine announced their Sexiest Man Alive today. I find it kinda hilarious that the Sexiest Man Alive changes every year, even if last year's Sexiest Man Alive is still actually alive, and sometimes a previous year's Sexiest Man Alive will become Sexy again years later.

This begs the question: What qualities determine who becomes the Sexiest Man Alive?

They say it is a combination of hotness, charisma, staying power, and current relevance. If a guy hasn't made a movie in ten years, chances are he's not going to go from D-list to Sexiest Man Alive overnight just cause People says so. If he's uber-delicious looking but is rarely seen in public, never interviewed, and leads a rather tedious life, he's also not going ot be on the list. The Sexiest Man Alive is sought after, professionally and fanatically, is in the news, both legit and tabloid, and people just want to know and see more about him.

This begs the question: Why the hell did People magazine choose Matthew McConaughey as their Sexiest Man Alive for 2005?

Sure, he has hotness (kind of a dirty hotness, but hot nonetheless), and charisma (shady car-salesmanish at times, but whatever, he's good for a laugh), and semi-staying power (he's been around since "Dazed and Confused" and has made quite a few good movies since). But current relevance? Wasn't the last movie he made "Sahara"? And I don't remember that making such a huge splash.

Some of the other people I think would have been better choices:
Clive Owen - pretty hot, and even if "Closer" was a movie from last year, at least it swung through the awards season and kept the buzz going.
Vince Vaughn - pretty hot and was in two big movies this summer.
Patrick Dempsey - pretty hot and on one of the hottest shows on TV.
George Clooney - pretty hot, a previous winner, and has two big movies coming out now.

I know I'm just an amateur gossipist, but it seems pretty suspect to me. What do you think?

The dreaded work Christmas party: The Aftermath

The work Christmas party was not really very fun at all. Some funny things happened, I laughed quite a bit, but as I expected, I was so drained from working all day that it was impossible to really enjoy myself. All I could think about was my new comfy pyjamas and my bed. Plus I'm the type of person who prefers a nice dinner out with nice conversation and max 10 people. This was 45 people at like five different long tables screaming across the room at each other in a drunken stupor. Here are some things that I learned that may increase my chances of having a good time next year:

1. Don't sit across the table from the two biggest gossips - they will spend the entire evening whispering back and forth, but you will never actually get in on the conversation.
2. When your fun, witty friends ask you to save them seats, it is best just to arrange to arrive together in the first place, as saving three seats is practically impossible at these things.
3. Don't sit next to your boss when she's drinking. You learn that she has a mean streak (not directed at you, but you're sitting right beside her, so maybe...) and you also learn she is very loud with this mean streak. If we actually had an HR person at our work they would have had a very busy Monday.
4. Try to sit on the same side of the table as the fifty-ish lady who drank too much and is wearing a low-cut shirt. I saw way more wrinkly cleave than I would have liked to see.

We had a gift exchange, which was really fun, and everybody got really great gifts. I got a very nice journal and pen to use for my writing endeavors - very sweet and thoughtful, and definitely more than I expected given that no one really knows me that well.

The only thing that happened that had everyone talking on Monday: one of the other managers, known for being strict and a neat freak was given a gag gift of Mr. Clean and a whip. Most people got quite a laugh out of it, but she did not find it funny at all. She says that if he had taken the time to give a real gift along with the gag gift, then she wouldn't be so insulted. I'm really not sure it would have made a difference.

So, nobody went topless, and no one danced on tables, no one got into any fights and no one got caught making out in the bathroom. These people need to be schooled on how to throw a party.

The dreaded work Christmas party

Tomorrow night is my work's Christmas party.

Because we are in retail, we need to do all of our celebrating before all the other people in the world, so that we can then service the never-ending need of the public to consume during the crazy holiday season.

I kinda don't want to go to this party. First of all, there is a Secret Santa thing going on, and of course I couldn't get someone easy, or at least a female, (who, let's face it, are easier to buy for than most guys - gift certificate for a manicure, bath gel, candles, the list could go on forever). Not only do I get a boy, but I get a boy who works like three hours a week, so it's kinda hard to get to know him.

The second reason I kinda don't want to go to this party is that I get limited amount of time with Sexy Boyfriend, and I particularly enjoy Sunday nights. It's a great TV night, we usually make a pretty decent dinner together, which is fun, Sexy Boyfriend is usually nice and rested from the weekend and thinking less about work than normal, which is cool, and for my part, even if I work on Sunday, I finish at 6 at the latest so we still have a pretty nice evening together.

The third reason that I kinda don't want to go to this party is that I don't really know people at my work that well yet. There are a lot of cool people that I like a lot, but I'm not really friends with anyone. I don't feel comfortable yet to get drunk in front of them yet, for fear that they actually will make fun of me, although, unlike my friends, they will make fun of me behind my back rather than to my face.

But, I'm seeing this as an opportunity to form some bonds with my co-workers, which may make my time at work a little more fun. I'm hoping that someone will drop their pants or at least take their top off - usually stuff like that really breaks the ice.

Another World

I just want to say a big thank you to my CPR/First Aid instructor, Jean, and to my partner, Sarah who spent the entire two day course coughing all over the place, and who were kind enough to pass on those lovely germs to me.

I'm sick again.

And it's my day off, which makes me super mad about it, cause now I don't feel like doing any of the things I planned on doing. Plus I have a dinner tonight for my friend Bry's birthday, and I will feel self-conscious about spreading the disease to more unsuspecting victims.

I just saw a preview for a talk show that is going to be featuring a spot with Linda Dano. She used to be on a soap opera called Another World, and she played a character named Felicia Gallant. I have vivid memories of sitting in the living room watching that show with my grandmother, when I was three or four (so my grandmother would have been in her early forties at the time), and I remember how much she loved that character. She loved the way she did her hair (garish short early eighties cut), she loved the clothing she wore (garish, draping, early eighties outfits), and she loved her irreverant personality.

I watched that soap opera until the day it was cancelled - nine years after my grandmother passed away. Linda Dano was on the show til the very end, and I think part of me felt like I was watching my grandmother on the screen. Part of me just likes a good soap opera.

It's Over

I am mad at Google.

I have always been a lover of all things Google. My dream in life is to finally turn up on a Google search. But then Google was mean to me, and now we are fighting.

Google closed my AdSense account due to "invalid clicks."

I must admit, I am guilty of occasionally clicking on my own ads, which is illegal, but I only click on the ones that actually interest me - like yesterday with the whole "Mind like a Steel Trap" thing. And I don't encourage people to click on my ads - nowhere on my site did it say "Click Here" or any of the other illegal statements. I had never even mentioned having AdSense until yesterday, and I only mentioned it cause it was hilarious that they actually had an ad called "Mind Like a Steel Trap".

And not only did they turn off my account (although they continued to broadcast ads there all day long, so now I have deleted their code from my template), but "The earnings on your account will be properly returned to the affected advertisers." First of all, I seriously doubt the advertisers were affected in any way other than a positive one seeing as how half of the stuff I ever took the time to click on genuinely interested me and I ended up signing up for something. Second of all, I hope the 100 or so advertisers that were clicked on during my time with AdSense enjoy their respective shares of the 20 bucks or so that was accrued. What's that, like five cents each?

So what can I do? I have sent them a strongly worded letter about how annoying they are, which I don't expect to result in anything cause if they can't even register me for a search through their search engine, they definitely can't respond to an email with anything but a computer generated response.

For now I will start researching alternatives to AdSense - I've seen a few other programs on other sites, and I may sign up for "Donate" on Amazon.com, although I feel better making money publishing ads rather then having readers contribute their own money to the cause.

Just a Tease

I just went to my blog page and one of the ads was titled "Memory like a Steel Trap". This was one of the things in my 100 things post. I got really excited cause I thought it might have some explanation as to why minds are being compared to steel traps all the time, but it didn't.

I'm sure I could Google it, but I'm too lazy. I thought that AdSense was subliminally sending me the answers to all of life's big questions. Maybe AdSense will find me a job I like too.

Resuscitating plastic dummies is exhausting

I just finished my yummy supper of Camp Macaroni leftovers - YUM!

Today was Day 1 of my First Aid/CPR class, paid for by work. The class is being held downtown, and driving in this morning with Sexy Boyfriend, I realized how nice it would be to work a regular 9-5 downtown, and do this everyday.

Anyway, I don't do well in classroom situations, especially when there are no notes to take (they give you this little book and everything is in there). I generally tend to nod off, especially when the room is warm, and I haven't had any coffee. I made it through today, but I have one more day tomorrow. I will try to get my coffee on the way in.

Taking the course makes me think of a story my friend S told me. Last year, the day before her birthday, S's sister T took the First Aid class as well. On the morning of her birthday, S woke up to T sitting on her, clapping her hand and pinching her saying "Are you okay? My name is T. Do you need First Aid? Can I help you?" I thought about that story all day, and how friggin' hilarious it would be if when the alarm goes off tomorrow morning I jump on Sexy Boyfriend and start clapping and pinching him. He'd probably think I was trying to get fresh.

Sexy Boyfriend is at BU today - he was asked to speak to a Finance class there (he's too smart for his own good, I think). I am very sad that he's there cause we could have spent a nice evening together, but I am secretly hoping he will bring home some Village Grec poutine.

Comfort food can make your day

Today, I got a hankerin' for something from my childhood. While walking through Costco (yes, we went to Costco again), it struck me, and I just couldn't shake it.

When I was little, my grandparents used to make this macaroni. I remember having it most at our camp, but my Nanny made it at our house too. It consists of: macaroni, fried hamburger meat (loose), and diced tomatoes. That's it. Once it is cooked and on your plate, you then season with salt and pepper, usually with lots of pepper. It might sound ghetto, and it is. My family didn't have a ton of money when I was growing up, so we had tons of simple meals like this. But this one, it tastes SO GOOD.

When it popped into my head at Costco, I mentioned it to Sexy Boyfriend. He said that he used to have this macaroni when he was little too. We left Costco, and stopped immediately at IGA to get the ingredients, all the while I interrogated him to make sure we were talking about the same thing.

"You don't add any spices."
"Nope."
"And you can't put too much of the juice from the tomatoes in there either, it has to be just the pieces of the tomato."
"Yep."
"And the meat gets drained, but not completely drained."
"Yeah, and we used to put some cheese on it."
"Blasphemy!!!"

Anyway, once it was ready, I was a little nervous that it wouldn't be as good as I remembered it. Especially since I made a HUGE ass pot of it, and I really had my hopes up that it would be my yummy lunch all week. But it tasted just as good as when I was small. We both ate our whole platefuls non-stop. At one point Sexy Boyfriend (who did not put cheese on it, by the way, I think in deference to my trip down memory lane) turned to me and said "I wish I had a spoon so I could shovel it in faster."

We have named this macaroni "Camp Macaroni". I can't wait for lunch tomorrow.

Would you like some spicy tuna with your lasagna?

We went to see Jarhead tonight, which Sexy Boyfriend found a little disappointing, but which I didn't mind so much. I generally like most war movies - I think the only one I didn't like was The Thin Red Line, which put me to sleep. Just don't expect a lot of killing from Jarhead.

We then picked up some sushi from a really nice Japanese restaurant up the street - it was so yummy! When they first opened up, we thought it was kinda weird that they put such a nice sushi restaurant in such a low-budget, Italian neighborhood. (And by Italian, I mean people yell at each other in Italian, and that when they came to fix our front steps this summer, I'm pretty sure at least half of the "workers" were mobbed up). Anyway, the restaurant is a nice revelation cause it's really close, and the atmosphere is really nice. For once we won't have to drive for half an hour to have a decent night out.

Overall, I felt really low today. I'm struggling with some issues about the future, and figuring things out, and am starting to have these little panic attacks. I get so overcome and overwhelmed that I feel desperate for a solution, and then when something sounds good, I just want to do it, right then, so I can feel better as soon as possible. I got teary in Costco today. Costco, for Christ's sake, with the giant packages of SOS pads and pies the size of my dog. For now I'm doing some research into a few changes I can make, and we'll see how things go.

Melancholy in my sole

I have been struggling with some work stuff lately in that I seemingly hate my job, but am not sure I have the right to hate my job, since my job is really not that bad, and until I realized I hate my job I was actually having fun when I went there. While trying to figure out why I could be hating my job, I made a mental list of things I dislike about the job, and one thing stuck out. This is probably not the reason I am hating my job (I have that figured out already), but I'm absolutely positive it is contributing to my job melancholy.

I miss wearing pretty shoes.

I love wearing heels, especially boots with heels. With jeans, or even better, with dress pants. The dress pants at my store are the perfect length for me to wear with the boots that I like. So, I can't buy any of them to wear to work because the boots that I like will KILL my feet. And I will not have them hemmed, cause then when I go out (okay, so this is like a once a year occurence, but whatever), then I can't wear them with the boots I like.

PLUS this season there are SO MANY cute shoes and boots, so many that I am almost drooling by the time I leave Brown's.

Meanwhile, for work I am alternately wearing an old beat-up pair of black loafer-type shoes that are all scuffed and ugly, and also a pair of Puma trainers that are all scuffed and beat up and ugly. They were nice once, but now they are old and ugly. And I can't bring myself to spend money on a pair of comfortable, ugly shoes when there are SO MANY GORGEOUS shoes that I could be spending money on.

So sad.

Mysteries of The Cycle, and other oddities

I would like to take a moment to talk about the bane of my existence. I need to talk about my period.

My period and I go back a long way. You would think we would be at least on civil terms by now, but no. Each month she rips her way through my body, bloating me and cramping me and ripping out my insides until I want to shovel my eyes out with spoons from the floor of a dirty Mexican restaurant.

Now, every girl out there knows what I'm talking about, and every guy out there wishes he didn't know what I was talking about. But I don't want to rant about those things we cannot change. I want to ponder the Mysteries of The Cycle. Mainly, the Mystery of the Synchronized Cycle.

Women in groups will generally end up having their periods in the same week. It just happens. At my last job, we all shared pretty much the same week. Now, at my new job, I'm all off their cycle, and everyone gets it a week ahead of me. What I would like to know, is how in the world does this happen when so many people are on birth control? I take my pills so that my cycle is exactly 28 days, almost down to the minute. (I also take them so I don't end up with any unexpected little monkeys running around, but that's beside the point.) How, then, with so many people on the pill, do we still manage to end up on the same cycle as the women around us? It blows my mind.

In other news, Entertainment Tonight just did a piece about a made for TV movie based on Charles and Camilla's love affair. They didn't exactly keep it true to reality as Camilla's character is not played by a horse. And the Diana character doesn't look like a princess. And Charles doesn't look like an inbred monkey.

Today was my day off and I actually acted like a normal person, which means I had breakfast with a friend, then ran some errands OUTSIDE OF MY HOUSE, NOT ON THE INTERNET, AND NOT IN THE MALL WHERE I WORK, then did some laundry and watched some TV and generally relaxed. It's almost like I'm a completely well-adjusted human or something. Nonetheless, now I feel exhausted. I will probably fall asleep watching Law and Order. It better not be a re-run.