Wednesday, February 28, 2007

One or the other

I've discovered that I can either be productive at work, or productive on my thesis, but I can't be productive at both at the same time. Right now, I'm going gangbusters at work. My thesis, however, not so much.

I've got 16 more days (yikes!!!) before I have to turn in my thesis to my final readers. Then, they have until May 15th to either cut it to bits or to sign the cover sheet approving it. I'm guessing I'll get a little of both.

Sixteen days.

Sassy Pants lets out long, faintly lamazian, breath.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

You know what's not fair?

Having a car totally encrusted in road salt AND having bird poop on the windshield.

Universe, if you're listening, I'd appreciate it if I only had to deal with one season's nastiness at a time. Thank you.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Someone stop the ride, I want to get off.

So, I'm busy. Busy, busy, busy. Between my thesis (only 3 weeks until it needs to be handed in) and work (only forever, or until I get a new job, before everything I need to do is done) I am one busy person. And I'm tired. I went to bed at 8:30pm last night. No reading, just lights out at 8:30. But I'm too busy to be tired. And I'm too tired to be busy. I'm tired of being busy. I'm tired of being tired.

I'm pooped and I have too much to do. How are you?

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Because your daughter isn't ever going to have sex if you have anything to do with it.

How much do you want to bet that if HPV gave men prostate cancer, instead of women cervical cancer, the current debate about the HPV vaccine would be less about chastity and more about cancer and health?

Friday, February 23, 2007

Today I feel

I am on a roll with a work project and I have plans to work on my thesis at lunch. I've been really productive at work this week, so here's to eight more hours of the same. I do know that soon, however, I will more than likely feel like this.
TGIF!

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Blech - Gag - Yuck

Dear advertising agencies and big pharma corporations,

No one likes to be eating breakfast, nursing a hangover, running on the treadmill, or just generally living their life in front of the TV only to look up and see things like this:

And those are the tame images. There's another one that's been on the airwaves that I can't find, and I don't even know the product, but it's just as well because it's grosser even than Mr. and Mrs. Mucus and Digger the Dermatophyte up there.

Please, it's gross enough that we have mucus, we don't need to think about it having an Archie Bunker/Al Bundy life inside our body cavities.

Do us all a favor and stop grossing us out. Or better yet, stop advertising drugs altogether. I don't care if it has a brand name, I just care that it works. And if I only have to pay the $5 generic level co-pay, so much the better.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

You may need a flow chart.

You know the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon Game? We're going to play the Zero Degrees of Sassy Pants Game. Trust me, there is no separation.

The Players:

  • Sassy Pants - Blogger extraordinaire, or maybe just ordinaire, but blogger nonetheless.
  • Friendster Guy - Sassy's boyfriend extraordinaire
  • The X - Sassy's X husband
  • X's Girlfriend - self explanatory
  • Dr. R - Sassy and X's good friend from college (in Pennsylvania)
  • Mrs. Dr. R. (aka Dr. G's sister) - self-explanatory, sort of
  • Dr. G - Another good friend of Sassy and X from college

The Game (try to follow along, it's not easy):
  • Dr. R and Dr. G were roommates in college.
  • Dr. R is now married to Dr. G's sister (aka Mrs. Dr. R).
  • Dr. R and Mrs. Dr. R moved to New Hampshire a year ago. Dr. R now works for the hospital affiliated with the college where X and Sassy Pants are employed.
  • Dr. R introduced X to X's girlfriend.
  • X moved in with X's girlfriend who just happened to live in the same apartment complex as Friendster Guy. (It makes the "walk of shame" that much more interesting when you have to wave at your X driving by.)
  • In June, X and X's girlfriend will be moving to Vermont where X's girlfriend will be doing a fellowship at a hospital.
  • In June, Dr. G and his wife also just happen to be moving to Vermont where Dr. G will enter a fellowship at the same hospital.

If you followed all that, in June, Sassy, Friendster Guy, Dr. R and Dr. R's wife (aka Dr. G's sister) will be living in a cluster in NH, while the X, X's girlfriend, Dr. G and his wife will be living in a cluster in Vermont. The exes and the in-laws are equally divided among the locales. Even if I wanted to get rid of the X I can't because I'm such good friends with Dr. R and Dr. G that if we have some sort of get together everyone will be there. Sigh...

See! Zero degrees of separation!

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

I never win anything

And yet, I'm one of the lucky people with salmonella laden peanut butter.

I only found out about this recall (since I don't watch the news or read the paper) because I was in the office kitchen with a jar of Peter Pan and this very intense woman got all over me about how I couldn't eat it because the code on the lid started with 2111. When she explained what the heck she was talking about, I eventually stopped looking at her like she had two heads. Then other people joined us in the kitchen, we conversed and joked about the recall (If I eat it, and get sick, I can go home right? har har har), someone printed out an article to go on the fridge to warn the other hapless people without access to the real world, and another person let me use her jelly. Except for being disappointed that I couldn't have the peanut butter I was looking forward to, it was actually a good time.

Obviously, we don't get out much in my office.

Quick Sassy! Post something, ANYTHING!

...to get that creepy, you will be assimilated, Britney Spears picture off the page when I open your blog. Every time the page opens I have heart palpatations. I can't help being sucked into the vortex of crazy.

Please Sassy!

Make

It

STOP!!!!!


I hear you loud and clear people. Is that better?
Phew. She was freaking me out too.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Oops, she did it again. (Sorry, couldn't help myself)

Either Britney Spears needs some help (duh!) or, maybe, in a glass half full scenario, she's embraced Buddhism and will be living a life of quiet reflection from now on. One can only hope.


Either way, if the whole bald look catches on, I'd totally jump on that band wagon. Although, I'm sure I'd look a whole lot more like Charlie Brown than necessary.
(Thanks Go Fug Yourself for the picture)

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Big Girl Underoos Karaoke

I just got home from watching Music and Lyrics with Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore. The movie wasn't the best I've ever seen but I didn't mind paying matinee prices. I did love the song from the movie, and since it got stuck in my head, I figured I'd go on-line and get it. So here it is! Music AND lyrics. (Yes, that is Hugh Grant singing - not Drew Barrymore though)

I've been living with a shadow overhead
I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed
I've been lonely for so long
Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on 


I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away
Just in case I ever need em again someday
I've been setting aside time
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind 


All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can't make it through without a way back into love
Oh oh oh 


I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine
I've been searching but I just don't see the signs
I know that it's out there
There's got to be something for my soul somewhere 


I've been looking for someone to shed some light
Not somebody just to get me throught the night
I could use some direction
And I'm open to your suggestions 


All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can't make it through without a way back into love
And if I open my heart again
I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end 


There are moments when I don't know if it's real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration
Not just another negotiation 


All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can't make it through without a way back into love
And if I open my heart to you
I'm hoping you'll show me what to do
And if you help me to start again
You know that I'll be there for you in the end

Friday, February 16, 2007

Move over bacon, now there's something leaner!

I'm contemplating upgrading my birth control. Don't get me wrong, I love the Nuvaring. It works beautifully. I don't have to think about it for a whole month. But it does cost me $30 a month because there is no generic available yet. ('Cause I'm so cutting edge with my BC. Hey, if I can't be fashionable on the outside...) Also, I have to remember to refill my prescription, find a time to go get it, and then remember to, you know, use the thing on the right day. It's not exactly rocket science, but then again, it is fertility I'm messing with. You can never be too careful.

So yeah, I'm looking into Mirena. It's an IUD that covers you for 5 years. Five years! I have to find out about my insurance coverage but if they do what I think they'll do (based on a friend's experience) it will cost me a $10 co-pay and $60 for parts and labor, so to speak. Doing the math, the Nuvaring at $30/month for 5 years means I'd be shelling out $1,800 (still only 20% of X's vasectomy reversal surgery. Ha!) versus the $70 installation of this IUD. I'm willing to save $1,730.

The only weird thing about Mirena is that their website pretty much states that they don't know how or why it works:


Q. How does Mirena work?

A. There is no single explanation of how Mirena works. Mirena may:

Block sperm from reaching or fertilizing your egg

Make the lining of your uterus thin (this may also result in benefits like less menstrual bleeding over time)

Stop the release of your egg from your ovary (but this may not be the way it works in most cases)

It is believed that all 3 of these actions may work together to prevent pregnancy.


Um, yeah. I'm glad it does work but it is a little...unnerving that the reasons are unclear. A little too much faith based science for this atheist to handle.

What is also somewhat odd is that the website only really caters to women who have already had children. If they were smart they would advertise to the single gal who is on and off her BC because of her various relationships. Hello? Women don't want to be spending all that money and time on pills when they aren't even getting any. This is perfect. After the inital investment, it's always there. As long as you use condoms while you're still in the "I don't know if you are healthy" stage, its all good.

I'll hear back next week as to whether my insurance does actually cover this. Then, I just have to make an appointment, and wham, bam, thank you ma'am, I am free to fornicate with wild abandon. Or at least with less fear of pregnancy. Although I'm sure Friendster Guy would encourage the wild abandon part. (And no, all you Christian Coalition people stumbling upon this blog, birth control does not encourage a person to have sex. It encourages them to have educated sex. Plus, you don't want me to have an abortion, do you?)

I am a little concerned about going back to the non-chemically regulated periods though. I don't like surprises.

It's just like driving in good weather, only you have to be MORE careful.

Apparently, when it snows, people forget how to drive. I think they might be assuming that the big fluffy piles of white stuff lining the road are bumpers so it's ok to drive like an a'hole. "Look Ma, no hands! It's ok though. I got stuff to bounce off of."

In the first minute of my commute I encountered several such idiots. Including one who was trying to pass a line of 5 dump trucks, and an industrial snow blower/plow thing that was hoovering the "bumpers." We were all trapped behind them and probably not happy about it but what are you gonna do? Well, this dumbass pulled into the opposite lane, in a school zone, on a curve, and somehow thought he was going to make it around the vehicle parade. When another dumptruck came down the road toward him I had to laugh because Mr. "I'm so impatient" had to pull onto the front lawn of the school, still facing the wrong direction. The scary thing is, I was about to take a left hand turn into the school parking lot in order to turn around. I certainly wouldn't have been looking for someone to be coming from the wrong direction in the other lane.

Luckily, I did manage to make it in to work on time and intact. Happy Friday.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

All is well

I successfully weathered Valentine's day. "Weathered" perhaps being the operative word considering we got about 2 feet of snow yesterday.

Friendster Guy was very sweet. Although he had to work both his jobs yesterday* he gave me a call in between to say Happy Valentine's Day and to tell me he looked forward to our date Saturday night. Aw. It may not seem like much, but it was plenty to me.

Now on to other subjects. Like this story from the Today show on the dating service Pocket Change. Are you a guy with money? Are you a beautiful woman? Then this is the dating service for you.

Applicants needed to meet some basic criteria — guys who are 25 and under must make at least $200,000 a year, and men between the ages of 26 and 30, $300,000 a year. Older than 30? The required income level jumps to $500,000. “For the women, the application process is very simple,” said Abelson. “You need to be beautiful. End of story. You go to the Web site, you upload five pictures. Those five pictures are judged. If you make the cut, you are accepted.”

Their website calls it the "Natural Selection Speed Date: Rich Guys and Hot Girls."

Blech. They should call it morally bankrupt guys and women with low self-esteem dating. That would be closer to the mark. Feel free to make up your own title in the comments.

*All winter he has two jobs, one of which involves at least two night shifts a week so he's literally been working since Tuesday at 8am and won't stop again until Friday at 5pm. Yuck. I couldn't do it. I'm a lazy bum in comparison.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Valentine's Day!

And happy SNOW DAY!!! Work was cancelled. Whoo hoo!

Ignore, if you can, Peter Gabriel's creepiness and this weird video for In Your Eyes. I tried for a version with John Cusack but Viacom seems to have gotten their clutches and lawyers into YouTube. Anyway, enjoy this uber romantic song and think about Lloyd Dobler in your front lawn.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Pavlovian Response

My lovely friend Jennifer (scroll up one entry after the jump) is calling me out on my Valentine's woes. Since one of the reasons I started this blog was as a therapeutic device, let's see this through to some sort of conclusion. Let us therapize me. And by using the plural "us" I mean me and the voices in my head. Bring 'em on psyche.


It's not Valentine's Day in and of itself that is my problem. I was in Walmart last night (yes, I know, I know) and there was no way to avoid the commercial, niknak, why the hell would anyone buy that or think it was a good idea to buy that, Valentine's Day frenzy. It was fairly disgusting. Hallmark and their minions have pretty much turned every holiday into a marketing extravaganza. However, I do not accept to phrase "It's a made up holiday" as an excuse to disregard it. All of our holidays are made up. But, they are made up to celebrate something. In Valentine's Day's case it is love. Love is not a bad thing to celebrate, no?


In a perfect world, a world free of "issues," this would be a nice, lovely day to gaze into another person's eyes and think, gosh I love this person. In fact, I got to do just that with Friendster Guy last night. And him simply saying, "Will you be my Valentine?" was, really, all I was looking for. An acknowledgement that we two are in this together and it's something to celebrate. Simple.


However...What Valentine's Day does in an unperfect world is bring into sharp, glaring focus the fact that we are either not currently in love, were in love and have lost it, are supposed to be in love but are not, or are in love but the other person doesn't give a rat's ass about you despite the fact that you are married. Guess which one is my issue.


As I was telling my friend NPapaya, issues, no matter how logically we would like to face them, defy logic. No matter how much we'd like to think they are controllable and we can compartmentalize them, in reality they jump out and make us do crazy things. Like freak out about Valentine's Day.


If I were to do self-analysis, which I am, my issues stem from the fact that I was neglected in my marriage. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the man, who was supposed to love me, to actually show me the kind of affection I needed. And I'm not a needy person. Truly. I've met needy people and I'm not it. FG would probably tell you I'm a pain in the ass sometimes (right back atcha babe), but I don't think he'd say I'm needy. I simply wanted at least the minimal amount of affection and attention one gives to one's wife. But it wasn't there. Even on the one day a year when a person is reminded constantly by all the red bunting everywhere to show affection to their significant other it wasn't there. Nuthin'. Nada. Zilch. It was more like, "oh, you're still here?"


Eventually, I wised up, and said, "I don't want to be married anymore." The reason my divorce was amicable was not necessarily because we are two fabulously forgiving and nice people (although I would argue that I sure as hell am) but because of apathy. We just didn't care about each other anymore. I tried, but when it isn't returned you eventually get it. The way a bad puppy figures out they shouldn't pee on the rug because their owner whacks them with a newspaper.


I guess I'm still in piddling puppy mode. I'm waiting for that whack on the backside. That telltale sign that I am not loved. In fact, I'd say I'm expecting it. Which is why I'm all in a tizzy. Waiting for that other shoe to drop, especially when it means indifference from someone I love, does not lend itself well to rational thinking.


I'm not looking for "A", I'm looking for "B." I just don't yet know what to do with it when I get it. But I'm working on it. I'll keep you posted.

Thanks Hill Lady for the link.

Monday, February 12, 2007

What is wrong with me?!

My X husband seems to have, pardon my French, fucked me up when it comes to Valentine's Day. I have some serious issues. Some burst into tears at work level issues.

My need to know, my need to feel appreciated, and my need to not be a nag are currently in conflict and stressing me out. How does one go about making sure there are plans, without thereby inducing someone to make plans, which then means that the plans may not be all that genuine in the first place? It's a conundrum.

If Valentine's Day existed to make people feel bad about themselves, it would be succeeding at its goals. It's not just the singles that suffer. It's also a day for people in relationships to be reminded of how little their partner cares about them. In my case, I am talking about my X. My indifferent, you are 4th or 5th on my list of priorities, I don't love you although I'm not going to realize it until you decide to divorce me, X. Just because the divorce was amicable, doesn't mean the years leading up to it didn't sting like a mo'fo. I'm only now realizing how much it did, and that those stings left some scars.

I don't want to be this person. I'm trying not to be this person. I'm also trying desperately not to project any of this onto Friendster Guy. He is not my X. He is nothing like my X. It's unfortunate that he has to play a role in this struggle of mine. I hope I've been giving him enough warning so he'll know if he's about to kick open some baggage. I hope he knows how unfair I know it is that he has to dodge this mine field. He's a good guy and I have no doubt that he cares about me.

A box of chocolates or some stuffed animal is not really going to make that much difference in the long run. But in the short term, it may heal some wounds. When romance is built into the relationship, and love is a given, who the heck cares about a bouquet of flowers on February 14? Maybe someday I'll be able to think of Valentine's Day as just another day. I'm looking forward to that time.

When it rains it pours, and something's in the water.

My little brother got engaged this weekend. To do the deed, he put together a scrapbook of pictures from their relationship. On the last page it asked her to marry him and he was ready with the ring. We've all been waiting impatiently for him to finally do it since he got the ring in December. Saturday night, he called me up, told me she said yes, and then joked that they are getting married next weekend (not very likely given the number of bridal magazines she already has). Then I hear his fiance in the background yelling, "I need dental insurance!" Cute. They are made for each other. He's been in love with her since he was, at most, 10 and she was 15.

As I mentioned in my last post, my sister is 2 months pregnant. This was an unplanned plan. She'd gone off the pill in December thinking now was the right time. Then decided she'd go back on the pill in January because it wasn't the right time. In those brief 30 days, things happened. So on the one hand, they were ready. On the other hand they weren't. I just hope to god I am not as fertile as she is.

If I'd waited until now to get divorced, we could have accomplished the relationship triumverate - engaged, married/pregnant, divorced.

Of course, if I had waited, I would probably be on trial for murder now instead of living happily as a divorcee. So it's just as well I didn't try to compete with the siblings. Congratulations all around!

Friday, February 09, 2007

Reasons to hate having neighbors

My sister gets up this morning and randomly glances at her carbon monoxide detector. Instead of reading zero like it usually does, it reads 30. This caused her some concern, although the alarm itself is not beeping. Her husband figures it's a good idea to have someone come check it out so he calls the fire department. A host of firemen descend on their townhouse to see what's what. With their specialized detectors they too get a reading of 30. They generally tell people to leave the premises when it reads 5. Not good.

The firemen investigate and discover that the problem is coming from the unit next door. As my sister explains to me, "not the gay guys to the left, the crazy lady to the right." The firemen go visit the crazy lady.

"Do you have a carbon monoxide detector?"
"Yes."
"Has it been going off?"
"Yes, but the beeping was bothering me so I turned it off." (This is the point when the firemen officially decide that "her elevator doesn't go all the way to the top floor.")
"Were you having headaches?"
"Yes, but I was getting used to them."

She turned off the detector! I don't think I have to describe how pissed my sister is that this nutjob, through her absolute negligence and stupidity, could have literally killed her, her daughter, and her husband. My sister also happens to be 2 months pregnant. I'm pretty sure I saw a CSI where the fetus saved the mother from CO poisoning because it absorbed it at a faster rate. She did call her doctor and things should be ok.

The townhouse is four stories if you count the garage/storage level, and the loft. In the loft there is an exhaust fan, mostly for when it's hot in the summer. It leaks cold air like a sieve in the winter. They had thought about winterizing the house with plastic sheeting and covering it up but didn't get around to it. The firemen said it's probably why they were still alive.

Holy shit. That's really all I can say. Besides sue the crazy lady. And maybe the makers of their own CO detector since it didn't go off as promised.

Blondes don't always have more fun.

I literally gasped when I saw the headline, "Anna Nicole Smith dies at 39."

This poor woman. If I were a psychiatrist I'm sure I'd have something to say about her desperate need for attention. I'm quite certain she didn't always get the type of attention she was looking for.

She was a caricature. But a host of caricatures America loves to both admire and vilify. First, Marilyn Monroe (who was herself a caricature and also a tragic victim of America's need for entertainment.) Then, blonde bimbo who makes good by marrying a billionaire. To money grubbing home wrecker. To reality show personality. To full blown, only in America, over the top nutjob diet pill popping, tragically son losing, custody/paternity battling cartoon character.

And now she's gone. No one deserves to die alone yet surrounded by people. I hope she had at least some moments of non-drug induced happiness. And that she can finally rest in peace.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Defrag

You ever have one of those days where you walk into your office and think AAAAAGGGGHHHHH! ?

I'm about 2, maybe only 1.5, emails away from overwhelmed.

However, I know that if I just take an hour to regroup, prioritize, and reorganize I'll feel a little better. So I'm going to do that.

I'm pulling a defrag on my desk. Here's hoping I don't crash.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Oh happy day!

Last week, I was all about escaping my life and going to a tropical island. This week is no different except that I am no longer growling and snarling at people because of PMS (or wishing to crush their throats Darth Vader style).

So yesterday I asked my mother, who is the queen of cruises, about where I should go and if she knew of any good deals. She loves cruises. Any excuse she can find to go on one she takes. Therefore, her response was to offer to be my cruise companion. This may sound not fun but since she is the queen of cruises I wouldn't have to do any thinking about shore exursions or which seating we want for dinner - things cruise virgins don't know about until they get there. Since my goal is to not think, that works out perfectly. Plus, my mom is fun. She wants to go parasailing!

THEN, when I told her I was doing it to celebrate handing in the final draft of my thesis to my readers (and to save my sanity), she decided she'd pay for the cruise as a graduation present! All I have to come up with is airfare. Whoo hoo! She calls me an hour later and tells me it's booked!

THEN, she calls me and says my step-father donated his frequent flier miles to our cause and that got us each free flights! And they too are booked!

Not only did I get a free cruise and flights (whoohoo!), but I had to do nothing but tell my mom when and what cruise and voila, it is done! She's like a genie that mom of mine. A tiny little cruise genie. She f'ing rocks.

THEN, I finish my taxes and discover I am getting an awesome refund - enough to pay off my car by the time I finally get the refund!

SWEET!

I kept randomly clapping with glee all evening. People looked at me a little funny at the gym when I kept dropping the weights (Just kidding. Sort of).

Tuesday, February 6, 2007 is going to go down in the record books as a good day. A very, very good day.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Maybe I'm old fashioned?

Call me old fashioned, hell, call me crazy, but wouldn't you want at least an engagement ring, and preferably a wedding ring and some paper work, before you'd plop down nine grand on a vasectomy reversal surgery for your boyfriend of seven months?

Nine Grand.

Nine. Thousand. Dollars.

To reverse a procedure on someone who could fairly easily take the newly freed DNA you are probably hoping to use for yourself and utilize it elsewhere.

Well, that's what my X's girlfriend just did for him.

Good lord.

That's one hell of a Valentine's Day present.

Is it wrong that I'm mildly amused that she ended up paying $9,000 to fix something that I (sort of) "broke" in the first place (but was covered by insurance)?

I used to be such a nice person.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Career Builder Super Bowl Ad

In my book, CareerBuilder.com won for best Super Bowl commercials. This one wasn't my favorite (I liked the one where they had to duke it out in a pit like gladiators using keyboards and such as body armor, and where the chinese delivery guy kicks butt.) but since my first performance appraisal in this new job in Wednesday, this one is particularly apropos.

Valentine's Day

More good things in life are lost by indifference than ever were lost by active hostility.

~Robert Gordon Menzies



I don't like being one of those people who care about Valentine's Day. I really don't. But I do care. I care because if I had been paying closer attention in my last relationship - i.e. my marriage - the way I was treated on things like Valentine's Day, anniversaries, and my birthday would have clued me in to how indifferent X was to me. Actually, I was paying attention. I just didn't quite realize that he wasn't just indifferent to the holiday(s), he was indifferent to me.

Anyone who spends a month planning for a Dungeons and Dragons game hosted at our home ON Valentine's Day, and doesn't then take the time to make reservations for us or give a gift, however small, is saying something. What he's saying is this: You don't matter to me as much as ____. In my case, the ____ was work, and Dungeons & Dragons.

What Valentine's Day means to me is someone taking the time to think about the person they chose to spend their time with and saying, yes, I chose you. You mean something to me. You matter. You matter enough for me to take five seconds out of my day, think about something that would make you smile, and follow through. And it's not just the guy's responsibility. I have something in mind for Friendster Guy. Part of the pleasure of Valentine's Day is thinking about that other person (who you hopefully enjoy thinking about) and figuring out what makes them happy, even if it's just a box of Cheez-its and a six pack of their favorite beer (Note to FG: This is not what you are getting. Although it is a good idea.)

Luckily for Friendster Guy, the bar has been set very low. I'd even be happy to give him a $25 spending limit if I didn't think that would probably stress him out more.

Unluckily for Friendster Guy, that bar wasn't just set low, it was used to smack me upside the back of the head and hurt me. I have some lingering issues surrounding this holiday. Maybe a couple of rounds with someone who isn't indifferent will cure it. Last year, we were hardly even dating and FG hand delivered flowers to my office - while on his way to his grandfather's funeral. Despite the fact that he was dealing with a family tragedy, he still took the time to show me I mattered and that he cared. It was a simple act and a simple gift, but it was an important gesture and it made me happy.

And that, my friends, is what I'm talking about.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

A conversation

Me - I lost four and a half pounds in January.

Friendster Guy - Really? From where?

Me - From your ass when I kicked it!


On the plus side, he probably won't notice/care if I gain four and a half pounds either.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Groundhog Day the 13th

Titanic Sequel

People have way to much time on their hands. But if it leads to me being entertained, so be it.

Scary 'Mary Poppins' Trailer

This is awesome. I love YouTube.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Copacabana

This song always makes me smile too.

Right Said Fred - I'm Too Sexy

I have reason to want to rant about my thesis again (like how my advisor is going to be away for another month and won't get back until 2 weeks before it's due. Good times.) So instead, I choose to share this silly little song.

I'm too sexy for my thesis.