until this morning, when I stumbled back into my building after a run, only to be asked by the doorman (who, btw., reportedly sounds exactly like B's ex-father-in-law) if I was "feeling ok".
(Sidenote: I've had enough of winter and slush and cold and slogging around the city. Enough. M'kay?)
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10.06.2008
Broke But Happy
B and I signed our lease today! We're going to move October 17th, and for those of you following along at home, that would be 8 days before our wedding. Yup. 8 days.
The *good* thing is that we love our new apartment (more space! less expensive! great neighborhood!) and plans are already being made to paint and decorate and nest.
The bad thing(s) is(are), moving is expensive and weddings are expensive. Nesting is expensive. And I'm still waiting on details (important ones, like salary and benefits and, oh, start date) regarding my new job.
Stressful, yes - but we're getting married soon. I think I'll just go ahead and celebrate that small fact, and worry about the rest in November.
The *good* thing is that we love our new apartment (more space! less expensive! great neighborhood!) and plans are already being made to paint and decorate and nest.
The bad thing(s) is(are), moving is expensive and weddings are expensive. Nesting is expensive. And I'm still waiting on details (important ones, like salary and benefits and, oh, start date) regarding my new job.
Stressful, yes - but we're getting married soon. I think I'll just go ahead and celebrate that small fact, and worry about the rest in November.
9.05.2008
Bloggity Blog Blog
So, it's my birthday this weekend, but I don't have a birthday kinda feeling because 1) I'm turning a not-too-exciting number and can't really be bothered to care and 2) I'm having a couple of big parties within the next 6 weeks and then the BIGGEST PARTY EVER (which, yes, I realize I need to share with B) so celebrating is covered.
Anyway, on Saturday, I'll take a little break from my self-imposed September "health month" and have some sangria and some simple carbs with friends and then Sunday, another little break from the good-nutrition madness since B and I are going out to dinner.
(Oh, and the health month thing? A friend mentioned challah the other day and I nearly leapt through the phone to cram it in my mouth. Cravings aren't pretty, people.)
Unrelated: we're looking for a random z-list celebrity to invite to the wedding. When my brother and SIL got married 7 years ago, they invited Nipsey Russell (awesomest choice ever), but since he's long since departed this earth (I miss you Nipsey, wherever you are) we need other options. My vote is for that guy from the Police Academy movies who can make all the cool noises with his mouth.
Anyway, on Saturday, I'll take a little break from my self-imposed September "health month" and have some sangria and some simple carbs with friends and then Sunday, another little break from the good-nutrition madness since B and I are going out to dinner.
(Oh, and the health month thing? A friend mentioned challah the other day and I nearly leapt through the phone to cram it in my mouth. Cravings aren't pretty, people.)
Unrelated: we're looking for a random z-list celebrity to invite to the wedding. When my brother and SIL got married 7 years ago, they invited Nipsey Russell (awesomest choice ever), but since he's long since departed this earth (I miss you Nipsey, wherever you are) we need other options. My vote is for that guy from the Police Academy movies who can make all the cool noises with his mouth.
8.24.2008
Dear People Who Stayed In Our Apartment Last Week
I hope you enjoyed your stay in New York City as much as you enjoyed eating all of the expensive Greek yogurt and gourmet cheese that we left in the refrigerator.
I'm just wondering why, exactly, it was necessary to move all of my shoes underneath the bed? Or to leave the teapot in the bathroom? Or to use our couch cushions at the dining room table?
Don't get me wrong, I'm completely appreciating the rotting grapes and dead flowers that you left behind, along with the mysterious gooey substance found in the garbage can. And I'm SO GLAD you liked my Gingerman body scrub - apparently, enough to take it with you! It's always fun to discover new products, isn't it?
For our part, we'll cherish the tea stains in our mugs, and the slightly squicked out feeling of not knowing *exactly* what took place last week in our home for years to come.
Cheers!
ridiculouschick and b
I'm just wondering why, exactly, it was necessary to move all of my shoes underneath the bed? Or to leave the teapot in the bathroom? Or to use our couch cushions at the dining room table?
Don't get me wrong, I'm completely appreciating the rotting grapes and dead flowers that you left behind, along with the mysterious gooey substance found in the garbage can. And I'm SO GLAD you liked my Gingerman body scrub - apparently, enough to take it with you! It's always fun to discover new products, isn't it?
For our part, we'll cherish the tea stains in our mugs, and the slightly squicked out feeling of not knowing *exactly* what took place last week in our home for years to come.
Cheers!
ridiculouschick and b
6.20.2008
Reiki
Last night, I attended a very, very introductory reiki training. One of the most interesting things that I learned prompted this exchange:
[ridiculouschick]: apparently you can do it on animals. stewbert - watch out!
[THE LAWYER]: STEWBERT WILL BE CALM AND SEDATED AFTER YOU BEGIN HIS SESSIONS. A WHOLE NEW DOG.
[ridiculouschick]: the thing is with reiki that you need to get permission from the receiver. how do you do that with a dog?
[THE LAWYER]: PERHAPS EVERY TIME HE RELIEVES HIMSELF IN THE HOUSE IT’S HIS WAY OF CONSENTING TO A REIKI SESSION.
[ridiculouschick]: apparently you can do it on animals. stewbert - watch out!
[THE LAWYER]: STEWBERT WILL BE CALM AND SEDATED AFTER YOU BEGIN HIS SESSIONS. A WHOLE NEW DOG.
[ridiculouschick]: the thing is with reiki that you need to get permission from the receiver. how do you do that with a dog?
[THE LAWYER]: PERHAPS EVERY TIME HE RELIEVES HIMSELF IN THE HOUSE IT’S HIS WAY OF CONSENTING TO A REIKI SESSION.
5.12.2008
Just A Short While Later...
...my life is suddenly about my sparkly ring, bridal magazines, and, apparently, pink nail polish.
4.24.2008
Social. Work.
When, in a social situation, someone is making slightly deragatory remarks about the population of clients that you work with (and you yourself are a survivor of the particular social problem that this person is referencing) - what is the appropriate reaction?
Because, you know, it's hard to turn it all off when I leave the office at the end of the day.
On the flip side, who wants to hang out with Social Justice Girl?
Because, you know, it's hard to turn it all off when I leave the office at the end of the day.
On the flip side, who wants to hang out with Social Justice Girl?
4.16.2008
TecmoBowl, 1992
Last night, B finally joined Facebook, so we promptly began to play Scrabulous, which is just about as addicting as Facebook itself.
(As noted previously, it isquasi totally ridiculous to be sitting in the same room with your boyfriend, communicating via computer, but I digress.)
Our game steadily progressed along(he's absolutely kicking my ass) until this afternoon, when our new furniture was delivered unassembled, and there was some additional Passover shopping to be done (The General had demands) and then there's his comedy gig in the Jerz, and he won't be home until much later, thus leaving me at a standstill.
Would it be out of line to call him at the club to demand that he makes his next move?
(As noted previously, it is
Our game steadily progressed along(he's absolutely kicking my ass) until this afternoon, when our new furniture was delivered unassembled, and there was some additional Passover shopping to be done (The General had demands) and then there's his comedy gig in the Jerz, and he won't be home until much later, thus leaving me at a standstill.
Would it be out of line to call him at the club to demand that he makes his next move?
4.14.2008
Perfectionism
In typical ridiculouschick fashion, I've gone completely overboard with Passover. What started out as a simple catered meal has turned into matzoh ball soup (including the chicken stock), potato casserole, charoset, roasted asparagus, and macaroons - all homemade.
Oh, and we'll also be roasting a chicken because The General is afraid we won't have enough food. (If pushed, I can admit that I'm afraid too.)
Cooking, and trying to make things perfect isn't new to me. But it's hard to know what I'm aiming for because I've never made most of these things before. For example, matzoh balls: should they be small? large? chewy? al dente? When asked, B shrugs, grins, and starts singing the "we should have ordered from Zabar's" song.
Pft.
Next up: attempting to bring the apartment to levels of cleanliness that it has never achieved before.
Oh, and we'll also be roasting a chicken because The General is afraid we won't have enough food. (If pushed, I can admit that I'm afraid too.)
Cooking, and trying to make things perfect isn't new to me. But it's hard to know what I'm aiming for because I've never made most of these things before. For example, matzoh balls: should they be small? large? chewy? al dente? When asked, B shrugs, grins, and starts singing the "we should have ordered from Zabar's" song.
Pft.
Next up: attempting to bring the apartment to levels of cleanliness that it has never achieved before.
3.24.2008
Is It Lame...
...to talk to your sister-in-law about how exhausted you are and how difficult it is to adjust back to east coast time/daylight savings time after your vacation when, just 7 days prior, she has given birth (via c-section, no less) to 2 babies, and is breastfeeding every 3 hours?
Never mind. I don't need an answer.
Never mind. I don't need an answer.
3.04.2008
I'm Annoying, It's True
Lately, I've taken on a slightly nagging tone with B, as I've harassed and harrangued him regarding our upcoming trip. There seems to be about a million odds and ends to clear up, and we're leaving Saturday. Conversations in our house sound like this:
r: "Did you book the rental car"?
b: "Ya".
r: "What about doing laundry before we go"?
b: I'll take care of it".
r: "Do you know where your swimsuit is? Do you think you should get it out now? Let it air out?"
b: [eyeroll]
r: "What about L.A.? What do you want to do in L.A."?
b: "Ummmm, eat at In N' Out Burger?"
r: "That's it? That's all you want to do in L.A.?"
b: [shrug]
r: "Well, when are we going to pack? How many suitcases are we bringing? Should we bring my laptop"?
b: [starts rocking back and forth and crying]
r: "I'm really excited for our first vacation together..."
This morning, I found myself debating whether it was more important to go to my ENT doctor to check the congestion/wheeziness I've ignored for the past 2 months *or* go get my hair cut.
r: "Did you book the rental car"?
b: "Ya".
r: "What about doing laundry before we go"?
b: I'll take care of it".
r: "Do you know where your swimsuit is? Do you think you should get it out now? Let it air out?"
b: [eyeroll]
r: "What about L.A.? What do you want to do in L.A."?
b: "Ummmm, eat at In N' Out Burger?"
r: "That's it? That's all you want to do in L.A.?"
b: [shrug]
r: "Well, when are we going to pack? How many suitcases are we bringing? Should we bring my laptop"?
b: [starts rocking back and forth and crying]
r: "I'm really excited for our first vacation together..."
This morning, I found myself debating whether it was more important to go to my ENT doctor to check the congestion/wheeziness I've ignored for the past 2 months *or* go get my hair cut.
1.27.2008
On Poop
Shifting back into balance after the madness of EMDR training. The Peanut came into the city yesterday for a sleepover, and to help with the transition. Some dialogue samples:
Soliloquy
"[ridiculouschick], I'm a good eater. I eat and eat and eat. And you know what happens when you eat a lot? I poop. I poop and poop and poop."
Logic
ridiculouschick: "Peanut, do you need to poop? You keep tooting (farting)."
the peanut: "No, I toot because I'm happy."
Inquiry
(At Barbie's House in Toys R Us, Times Square)
"Where does Barbie poop?"
Soliloquy
"[ridiculouschick], I'm a good eater. I eat and eat and eat. And you know what happens when you eat a lot? I poop. I poop and poop and poop."
Logic
ridiculouschick: "Peanut, do you need to poop? You keep tooting (farting)."
the peanut: "No, I toot because I'm happy."
Inquiry
(At Barbie's House in Toys R Us, Times Square)
"Where does Barbie poop?"
1.10.2008
Observation
Not to get all...Rooney-esque on you guys, but has anyone seen the Cymbalta commercial? Cymbalta is some kind of drug for treating depression along with its somatic side-effects...but I wonder about the marketing strategy.
Basically, the commercial voiceover states that depression 'hurts everyone' while the accompanying montage is of kids, pets, and spouses looking on sadly. Just in case you're not getting it, the music consists mainly of minor piano chords.
If I were clinically depressed, I'm not sure that being reminded of how much my depression sucked would be helpful in driving me toward treatment options.
Basically, the commercial voiceover states that depression 'hurts everyone' while the accompanying montage is of kids, pets, and spouses looking on sadly. Just in case you're not getting it, the music consists mainly of minor piano chords.
If I were clinically depressed, I'm not sure that being reminded of how much my depression sucked would be helpful in driving me toward treatment options.
1.08.2008
Surprise
As it turns out, my teeth have been hurting *not* because I'm grinding and clenching during my sleep...but because my fillings are about a gazillion years old.
(When I told my dentist that my fillings were, um, filled in 1988 she almost did a spit-take. Almost.)
My dentist must be super motivated because she decided to replace once side of my mouth's fillings right there on the spot. 4 shots of Novocaine and all.
(Me: "But I just came in for a cleaning!"
Her: "No time like the present!")
So now I'm back at work, debating if I should cancel my 3 pm client, or just try to drool on through it.
(When I told my dentist that my fillings were, um, filled in 1988 she almost did a spit-take. Almost.)
My dentist must be super motivated because she decided to replace once side of my mouth's fillings right there on the spot. 4 shots of Novocaine and all.
(Me: "But I just came in for a cleaning!"
Her: "No time like the present!")
So now I'm back at work, debating if I should cancel my 3 pm client, or just try to drool on through it.
Ridiculous!
Whilst on the subway this morning, I noticed the above piece of artwork. Is the MTA suggesting that ours would be a better world if we had the ability to commute via giant rabbit?
(Given slow trains and fare hikes, maybe so.)
1.03.2008
Thwarted
Last night, B and I had our long-awaited apointment with The Animal Behavioralist.
(Well, it was probably just long-awaited for us, since the rest of you aren't living in our house with Demon Dog. In short: Stewie, B's dog, and now my dog - kinda - is having adjustment issues because I've moved in. These have taken the form of aggression, and, in one instance, him treating my arm like it was 'made outta ham'. 90% of the time, Stew and I are buddies. The other 10%? Mortal enemies. )
Part of the 'Behavior Modification Plan' is that Stewie is no longer allowed to sleep in our bed. (Duh.) So last night, we successfully maneuvered him into the kitchen, put the gate up, and decided to go to bed early, the bonus being that our sleep would not be disturbed by Stew climbing all over us during the night as he usually does.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Around 4:22 am (ok, not around, at exactly 4:22 am) we were both jolted awake by the sound of the heater in our bedroom. This was very disturbing as one has to manually turn the heat on, and neither of us had done so.
Which left us, at 4:22 am, lying awake and wondering if the apartment was suddenly inhabited by some kind of heat-seeking poltergeist. And then remaining awake as the room became overly warm with no way of turning the heat off.
Very simply, a good night's sleep - is it possible? Me and my New Year's Resolution need to know.
(Well, it was probably just long-awaited for us, since the rest of you aren't living in our house with Demon Dog. In short: Stewie, B's dog, and now my dog - kinda - is having adjustment issues because I've moved in. These have taken the form of aggression, and, in one instance, him treating my arm like it was 'made outta ham'. 90% of the time, Stew and I are buddies. The other 10%? Mortal enemies. )
Part of the 'Behavior Modification Plan' is that Stewie is no longer allowed to sleep in our bed. (Duh.) So last night, we successfully maneuvered him into the kitchen, put the gate up, and decided to go to bed early, the bonus being that our sleep would not be disturbed by Stew climbing all over us during the night as he usually does.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Around 4:22 am (ok, not around, at exactly 4:22 am) we were both jolted awake by the sound of the heater in our bedroom. This was very disturbing as one has to manually turn the heat on, and neither of us had done so.
Which left us, at 4:22 am, lying awake and wondering if the apartment was suddenly inhabited by some kind of heat-seeking poltergeist. And then remaining awake as the room became overly warm with no way of turning the heat off.
Very simply, a good night's sleep - is it possible? Me and my New Year's Resolution need to know.
12.31.2007
Recovery
I'm not gonna lie to you, last week was pretty bad. The bitterness of having to work through the holidays, along with exacerbated work stress resulted in an excess of crankiness.
When I'm cranky, it's no fun for anyone.
But I purposely had a VERY mellow weekend, and B and I started a new nutrition program this morning (which will be blown to hell at tonight's NYE festivities) *and* I ran 3 miles yesterday...so I'm feeling a bit better.
And in the spirit of setting my goals big, wondering if OrangemanMike wants to do a little running.
When I'm cranky, it's no fun for anyone.
But I purposely had a VERY mellow weekend, and B and I started a new nutrition program this morning (which will be blown to hell at tonight's NYE festivities) *and* I ran 3 miles yesterday...so I'm feeling a bit better.
And in the spirit of setting my goals big, wondering if OrangemanMike wants to do a little running.
12.29.2007
ReThinking Thanksgiving
The Setting: B's brother's house....
The Players: Me, B's mom, B's brother, B's SIL, B's nephew, and last, but not least, B. (You didn't think I'd go visit them on my own, did you?)
The Backstory -B's Mom came to our apartment for Thanksgiving and I cooked. It is now one month later...
Aaaaannnnd action!
Mom - So [ridiculouschick], what else did you get for Christmas?
B - The book...
Me - Oh yeah, [B] also got me a book by Anthony Bourdain.
Mom - Who's he?
Me - He's this famous chef.
Mom - Ooohh....so you're going to learn to cook?
Aaaaaaaaand Scene!
The Players: Me, B's mom, B's brother, B's SIL, B's nephew, and last, but not least, B. (You didn't think I'd go visit them on my own, did you?)
The Backstory -B's Mom came to our apartment for Thanksgiving and I cooked. It is now one month later...
Aaaaannnnd action!
Mom - So [ridiculouschick], what else did you get for Christmas?
B - The book...
Me - Oh yeah, [B] also got me a book by Anthony Bourdain.
Mom - Who's he?
Me - He's this famous chef.
Mom - Ooohh....so you're going to learn to cook?
Aaaaaaaaand Scene!
12.26.2007
Happy Holidays
I slept at my brother's house on Christmas Eve. The Peanut did her part by singing every Christmas carol she knows at the crack of dawn to get us all out of bed the next morning.
So it's about 6:17 am and we're waiting for the coffee to brew and my parents to arrive when she turns to me and says, "[ridiculouschick], you really need to get married."
I looked for the hidden camera, or for evidence that my mother had bribed her make this request.
Then I asked why.
And she explained, in her most adult three-year-old voice, that when I get married, I will "really start living" and that "all adult girls need husbands".
It might be time to rethink her fascination with the Disney Princesses.
So it's about 6:17 am and we're waiting for the coffee to brew and my parents to arrive when she turns to me and says, "[ridiculouschick], you really need to get married."
I looked for the hidden camera, or for evidence that my mother had bribed her make this request.
Then I asked why.
And she explained, in her most adult three-year-old voice, that when I get married, I will "really start living" and that "all adult girls need husbands".
It might be time to rethink her fascination with the Disney Princesses.
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