Uh. Let's see. What is there to talk about? Maybe the fact that I'm going INSANE.
But first other news. Here are totally unimportant things I've done lately:
I finally sent my parents and my sister the trinkets I bought them in Colombia today. I arrived on January 14th and today is February 12th. Huh...that's actually not too bad I totally thought it'd been more than a month but I'm actually a little shy of that title.
I jogged today for 4 minutes. Considering I'm not physically capable of walking above 3mph I think this a cause for celebration. So I drank a dark chocolate Godiva Coffee drink.
I've become totally into the Bravo channel. Well I'm really into Project Runway (fierce!) but I have to say that Millionaire Matchmaker is kind of fun too. I cannot wait for Rami and Chris to have a face off. I'm over the draping. Little hairspray Chris is totally obnoxious but he is definitely talented and Jillian is annoying about how she always complains she doesn't have any time to finish but when she's done it always looks great. I liked Sweet P but she definitely wasn't the strongest.
I opened up a Scottrade account to rollover my 401(k) into an IRA but lost some of my motivation when I realized that I would have to make all my own investments. They don't really do any of it for me. Luckily I found out I can actually keep my 401(k) as is until I can add it to a new one at a new employer. That is of course if I ever have a new employer. Or a place to live. Or any hope for a future.
I think I've lost a little weight. I've been going for walks almost everyday if not everyday. Combine this with the fact that I don't ingest many calories because there are none to ingest and my jeans are fitting comfortably. If I can just get myself to do some sit-ups I might actually start to feel better about myself. But I hate sit-ups.
I really, really want to cut my hair because I'm bored. But I don't because every time I cut my hair I feel an extreme sense of remorse that usually moves me to tears.
We spent the evening at Mark's sister's house which meant more playing with Sophia who is just as adorable as ever even as her terrible twos start to sneak up. At one point I was at the computer working on this very post when she walked into the room chugging her milk in her footsie pjs. She's so cute and I love to snuggle her every opportunity that I get (or really that she gives me) so I beckoned her over and plopped her in my lap. She starting asking about Elmo. She doesn't really watch TV but she had a jacket with Elmo on it and it's her latest obsession. So I googled him and up came some great YouTube clips. I think my favorite was absolutely the one that I posted below. I urge you to visit it.
The funniest part to me is that at the very end I said a joke and two seconds later Elmo said the same thing. I turned to little Sophia who had stopped chugging her milk and was mesmerized by the Elmoness of it all and said "Man, if you weren't 17 months you'd realize how funny that just was."
Go here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=BgUnYzXU-Fo
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Things I Did Today
Today while Mark went to vote inside a parish office I sat in front of a Catholic Church in the shade trying to remember anything about what goes on during Mass and how it feels in a confessional booth. Then an old lady walked into the empty church (way too modern looking for me with southwest-looking tiles and giant green tinted windows, give me some dark wood and stained glass), looked around, came back out and asked me if I knew what time they were distributing ashes tomorrow. I wanted to say "Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday?" but instead I said "I'm sorry, I have no idea." After she went away I started to feel totally terrible and guilty that I didn't even know it was Ash Wednesday tomorrow. Not that I've done anything remotely religious in ages. Not that I would've gone to Mass, but still. I'm truly becoming a lapsed catholic. I can't even remember what certain Holy Days mean anymore. At my eighth grade graduation I won an expensive looking plaque that was the Religion Award. Basically I averaged 100% almost the entire year. Not that I was super religious ever, I'm more just a nerd and religion was a graded class.
We finally filled out a rental application for this apartment in Carrboro, North Carolina. It sounded like a sweet set up, with a good location, really good rent, and just the glimmer of getting out of dodge was enough to make me happy. We faxed it there with a super polite cover letter only to be called, like, three minutes later to be told that without a job already set up in NC we would be unable to be considered for anything. Instead of going "oh-well!" I went away to wallow in self-pity and worry and doubt. I decided that I should get something about my life in order so I returned to the computer and asked Mark if I could look up a phone number. He was busy working on his future so he was going to look it up for me. Since I was wallowing in self-pity and worry and doubt this annoyed me and we proceeded to bite each other's heads off for like 10 minutes. Joy. Did I mention that I have a savings account and Mark has excellent credit and we would never not be able to pay rent but we don't qualify for an apartment meanwhile there is a registered sex offender living in the very building we want to move into? How annoying is that!
Eventually I got the number I was looking for. I wanted to set up an IRA because I've been sitting on my 401(k) paperwork for like 4 months now. Because any minute I'm going to be getting a buttload of letters telling me I have fines and the government is going to ruin my life and I no longer have a retirement future. So I called and got a guy named Josh who kinda answered the phone in an obnoxious way. I told him that I wanted to set up an IRA and he told me to go online and do it. I said "Oh, thanks." and he said "No problem. Do you have any other questions?" and I wanted to say "If I just have to go online to do it then what the F do you get paid to answer the phone and do nothing all day?" but all the fight was out of me.
After Mark and I decided to be nice to each other (maybe realizing if we can't get along we're totally f'ing screwed) we went out so that he could run and I could walk. It was nice. I didn't listen to music. I needed to clear my head because I'm totally freaking out and wallowing in self-pity and worry and doubt. At the end of the walk when Mark had met up with me a blond man in a wheel chair appeared at one of the entryways to the path. He was a number of yards away waiting for someone behind him and I noticed he was in a peculiar wheelchair. My head full of useless information suddenly snapped to and I realized that the guy in the wheelchair was one of the guys in Murderball, the movie about the US Olympic Wheelchair Rugby team. I thought it was pretty neat as he wizzed by me with his crazy rugby chair grinding along the asphalt.
Today I finished the book The God of Animals by Aryn Kyle. I Loved It.
We finally filled out a rental application for this apartment in Carrboro, North Carolina. It sounded like a sweet set up, with a good location, really good rent, and just the glimmer of getting out of dodge was enough to make me happy. We faxed it there with a super polite cover letter only to be called, like, three minutes later to be told that without a job already set up in NC we would be unable to be considered for anything. Instead of going "oh-well!" I went away to wallow in self-pity and worry and doubt. I decided that I should get something about my life in order so I returned to the computer and asked Mark if I could look up a phone number. He was busy working on his future so he was going to look it up for me. Since I was wallowing in self-pity and worry and doubt this annoyed me and we proceeded to bite each other's heads off for like 10 minutes. Joy. Did I mention that I have a savings account and Mark has excellent credit and we would never not be able to pay rent but we don't qualify for an apartment meanwhile there is a registered sex offender living in the very building we want to move into? How annoying is that!
Eventually I got the number I was looking for. I wanted to set up an IRA because I've been sitting on my 401(k) paperwork for like 4 months now. Because any minute I'm going to be getting a buttload of letters telling me I have fines and the government is going to ruin my life and I no longer have a retirement future. So I called and got a guy named Josh who kinda answered the phone in an obnoxious way. I told him that I wanted to set up an IRA and he told me to go online and do it. I said "Oh, thanks." and he said "No problem. Do you have any other questions?" and I wanted to say "If I just have to go online to do it then what the F do you get paid to answer the phone and do nothing all day?" but all the fight was out of me.
After Mark and I decided to be nice to each other (maybe realizing if we can't get along we're totally f'ing screwed) we went out so that he could run and I could walk. It was nice. I didn't listen to music. I needed to clear my head because I'm totally freaking out and wallowing in self-pity and worry and doubt. At the end of the walk when Mark had met up with me a blond man in a wheel chair appeared at one of the entryways to the path. He was a number of yards away waiting for someone behind him and I noticed he was in a peculiar wheelchair. My head full of useless information suddenly snapped to and I realized that the guy in the wheelchair was one of the guys in Murderball, the movie about the US Olympic Wheelchair Rugby team. I thought it was pretty neat as he wizzed by me with his crazy rugby chair grinding along the asphalt.
Today I finished the book The God of Animals by Aryn Kyle. I Loved It.
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