remember this one? it's when carrie celebrates the launch of her book and is the guest of honor at the most fantastic soiree ever, and samantha shows up looking like she's wearing her birthday suit inside out... at least on her face. well, i can now relate. oh, right... to samantha that is. you were jealous for a second, huh? admit it.
so i'm allergic to something. and the culprit is one of three things:
1. cargo liquid/powder foundation
2. cetaphil face cleanser
3. aveeno calming moisturizer
say what? yeah, that's what i thought, too. these are supposed to be some of the most gentle items out there, right? as much as i hate to admit it i think the cargo has to go. i mean, it could be a combination of any of the three, but what are the odds? (did anyone notice that that question calls for both permutations and probability? not that i can figure out either of them, but it's fun to pretend like i know what i'm talking about.)
oh, so the rest of my story. so i bid my colleagues a giant PEACE OUT in the middle of the picnic (it was rainy and cold, so the picnic was a bit of a bust) and i went to the dermatologist. honestly, i wore my sunglasses all day yesterday thinking that i could somehow achieve incognito status wherever i went. that didn't work. i had to give my name at the dr. office and my colleagues knew who i was. foiled again! so the doctor comes in the room and i tell her what's wrong and all. her response "yeah, all those tiny red bumps all over your face are hives, and your skin is swollen & inflamed, too!" really? you think? not quite the reaction i was looking for, doc, but what did i expect? so she gave me a prescription 'roid cream and some super strength antihistamine and sent me on my way.
my face hurts real bad.
(song of the day: pj harvey, this is love)
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
the office
song of the day: television, marquee moon
my office is a-buzz, i tell you... a-buzz! today is the highly anticipated office picnic. really, the sight of us looks a lot like a family holiday gathering. i'd say the median age of my "older" colleagues is around 53. (i love saying "around" and then naming such a specific number... that's right... like i did just now.) then there's a pretty large gap (with a few 30-somethings in there) and then a handful of us who are still in our 20's. we look like the grandkids at a family function. we have the kids table where we all sit together and make fun of a few of our colleagues (in a joking sort of way, of course) and make a few inappropriate comments, engage in a few friendly sporting games, and inevitably one of us does something stupid to get hurt. all while the "adults" sit around and drink their diet coke out of a can wrapped with a napkin or something so as to avoid actually touching the condensation on the can (what's this on my hand?! water?! well, that's the end of that!) and half-heartedly interject a laugh or side note into a conversation. they might partake in a little bocce when things get wild. but just like family, they are endearing and you enjoy (most of) them anyway.
my office is a-buzz, i tell you... a-buzz! today is the highly anticipated office picnic. really, the sight of us looks a lot like a family holiday gathering. i'd say the median age of my "older" colleagues is around 53. (i love saying "around" and then naming such a specific number... that's right... like i did just now.) then there's a pretty large gap (with a few 30-somethings in there) and then a handful of us who are still in our 20's. we look like the grandkids at a family function. we have the kids table where we all sit together and make fun of a few of our colleagues (in a joking sort of way, of course) and make a few inappropriate comments, engage in a few friendly sporting games, and inevitably one of us does something stupid to get hurt. all while the "adults" sit around and drink their diet coke out of a can wrapped with a napkin or something so as to avoid actually touching the condensation on the can (what's this on my hand?! water?! well, that's the end of that!) and half-heartedly interject a laugh or side note into a conversation. they might partake in a little bocce when things get wild. but just like family, they are endearing and you enjoy (most of) them anyway.
Monday, May 26, 2008
one year and counting...
song of the day: atmosphere, glasshouse
today marks one year that jonathan and i have lived in our house. memorial day 2007 was the first night that we spent at our new address and it seems as though not much has changed... we still have a million fire ant hills that seem to never go away no matter how much you poison them, the yard isn't really grass so much as it is weeds, the green room is still the shit room, and our walls are still mostly without photos and artwork.
here i am being all glass-half-empty, but when i think of it, we have done a lot of work. i mean, really, when you buy a house that was once a crack house, there is inevitably going to be a lot of work that needs to be done! and you might think, "oh my gosh, those countertops are horrific. and that island? are you kidding me?" and yes, i think that, too. so although no room in this house is entirely finished (yet -- i always have to throw that word in there to make me feel better about myself), this house has seen some dramatic improvement over the past year.
(and our newest accomplishment is the little oomph of color we gave to the exterior over the weekend thanks to a $10 quart of paint... we now have a turquoise front door!)
so i guess i've learned a few things this past year, too, when it comes to owning a home:
1. it takes 10x more time and money to do something than one ever imagined (duh)
2. there's always "something" that isn't just right
3. live with it
4. flat paint is your arch nemesis
5. there's always one or two neighbors who have absolutely no taste or class whatsoever
6. there can never be enough trees
7. always keep a can of white and black spray paint on hand
8. in the land of mcmansions, "quaint" is always a compliment
9. an anal retentive personality + off-square corners & slightly crooked edges = disaster
10. other people aren't judging you and your home as much as you are... at least you hope
11. the instance that makes it all worth while is a quiet, warm spring morning enjoying a cup of great coffee and your favorite magazine or book on your deck along with your husband and beagle while listening to woxy.
today marks one year that jonathan and i have lived in our house. memorial day 2007 was the first night that we spent at our new address and it seems as though not much has changed... we still have a million fire ant hills that seem to never go away no matter how much you poison them, the yard isn't really grass so much as it is weeds, the green room is still the shit room, and our walls are still mostly without photos and artwork.
here i am being all glass-half-empty, but when i think of it, we have done a lot of work. i mean, really, when you buy a house that was once a crack house, there is inevitably going to be a lot of work that needs to be done! and you might think, "oh my gosh, those countertops are horrific. and that island? are you kidding me?" and yes, i think that, too. so although no room in this house is entirely finished (yet -- i always have to throw that word in there to make me feel better about myself), this house has seen some dramatic improvement over the past year.
(and our newest accomplishment is the little oomph of color we gave to the exterior over the weekend thanks to a $10 quart of paint... we now have a turquoise front door!)
so i guess i've learned a few things this past year, too, when it comes to owning a home:
1. it takes 10x more time and money to do something than one ever imagined (duh)
2. there's always "something" that isn't just right
3. live with it
4. flat paint is your arch nemesis
5. there's always one or two neighbors who have absolutely no taste or class whatsoever
6. there can never be enough trees
7. always keep a can of white and black spray paint on hand
8. in the land of mcmansions, "quaint" is always a compliment
9. an anal retentive personality + off-square corners & slightly crooked edges = disaster
10. other people aren't judging you and your home as much as you are... at least you hope
11. the instance that makes it all worth while is a quiet, warm spring morning enjoying a cup of great coffee and your favorite magazine or book on your deck along with your husband and beagle while listening to woxy.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
oh it's on
didn't exactly make the opening lap, but tuned in to catch an all-time favorite: tori amos, cornflake girl. i love this weekend each year, but it inevitably makes me sad because i realize how many albums i don't own...
Friday, May 23, 2008
start your engines
so i guess i've been waiting for some life-altering event to begin writing in this thing. i'm still not sure how i feel about it, either. maybe i'm just having a lapse in better judgment and/or a lemming moment...
nonetheless, my first post will revolve around something near and dear to my heart.
WOXY.
this memorial day weekend marks the 19th annual modern rock 500, to which i will listen as much as possible. i mean, i do have other obligations besides good music, but not too many. therefore, i will attempt to force those obligations to revolve around WOXY for the weekend. see how that works? i will spend far more time setting up my computer outside to listen while i work on the yard than the time it will take me to complete my yard projects. i say "my" and "i" not giving appropriate credit to my husband, who is 100% rock & roll awesomeness and enjoys doing things with me, like i do him... including yard work and listening to woxy. it just works out so nicely that way.
nonetheless, my first post will revolve around something near and dear to my heart.
WOXY.
this memorial day weekend marks the 19th annual modern rock 500, to which i will listen as much as possible. i mean, i do have other obligations besides good music, but not too many. therefore, i will attempt to force those obligations to revolve around WOXY for the weekend. see how that works? i will spend far more time setting up my computer outside to listen while i work on the yard than the time it will take me to complete my yard projects. i say "my" and "i" not giving appropriate credit to my husband, who is 100% rock & roll awesomeness and enjoys doing things with me, like i do him... including yard work and listening to woxy. it just works out so nicely that way.
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