My plans for sleep went right out the window when I found myself awake at 12:20 last night. Here I am, Friday night, almost midnight again, and every intention of getting up 6:30 in the a.m.
The last two days have been marred with Doctor phone calls, visits, research, and forms. So help me if I have to wear one of those paper gown/shirt/nightmares again anytime soon. You say the words "chest pain" and everyone freaks out. One receptionist refused to talk to me and told me to go to the E.R. right away. Another nurse got on the phone and freaked out. I would think that if she was really concerned about me having a heart attack, she should try to avoid upsetting me. No one would listen when I tried to explain that my chest pain *might* be from the intense upper body workout I do at least five times a week. I finally got an appointment today with some very calm, nice people. Several theories, one conversation with a friend, and one heart test later, I believe that I have inflamed cartilage in my rib cage. Aside from that, I seem to be in nearly perfect health, and that feels pretty awesome. Oh, and I could not ignore the irony of having my heart checked, by Dr. Fate, the day before Valentine's Day...
I went to see The Wrestler tonight and I was pretty impressed. I cringed through half of the movie, but I'm still glad I saw it. It wasn't nice, pretty, easy, or happy. It was honest, and ugly, and pretty depressingly real. It's still sinking in, but I have a feeling more entries will mention this movie.
There is more to write, but it's going to have to wait. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and let's be honest: it will inspire enough sarcasm and social observation for several entries. Now, to bed!
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Shared
Today was my "day off". I still work all day, I just don't have any set meetings or scheduled events. I have two of these days every week. I woke up in a state of near bliss at about 7:30 (this is sleeping in in my world). I had plans of a visit to the library, Starbucks, and then a full afternoon/evening of working until my group viewing of The Office and 30 Rock.
A slight delay in getting the day started caused me to leave about two hours later. Still, it was an enjoyable day. A blogger that I follow does "A Day in the Life" entries and I think I might do this sometime, because I think it's always interesting to see how different our lives are. People practically swoon when I say that I started work at noon, but they don't realize that I also worked until 11:00 the night before. While they were getting paid to surf the internet at work, I was reading books on XHTML and how to do taxes as a small business (I'm not kidding, I actually fell asleep).
I turned off my cable this week. It was hard to justify paying $30/month to watch two hours of TV a week. I have yet to miss it. My friend and I were talking to a girl one night when the subject of television shows came up. My friend and I both mentioned that we didn't have cable and didn't really watch TV. The girl got this incredibly serious, confused look on her face, looked at both of us, and said, "But. Like. What do you do?" We tried to explain that we painted, or spent time downtown, or did quite a few other things, but her expression and confusion never changed. It was one of the most priceless moments I've had in a while.
I think my neighbor justifiably hates me. We have very thin walls, so I hear his phone conversations and snoring and he hears my conversations and music. This means that he hears my hip-hop when I get ready in the mornings. I really do feel bad for him because I have some really guilty pleasure songs (um, hey Britney) and he has to put up with those. For instance, tonight he was greeted with: Beastie Boys, Beth Orton, Britney Spears, Fionna Apple and currently, Lykke Li. There could be worse things to put up with, and I think we both spare a little grace.
Part of my day consisted of taking care of a friend's dog (Cleo). When I got to the house, she was napping and was all sleepy and floppy. I took her outside and it was really windy, so she faced the wind and her ears were blowing behind her. Next goal: to find an apartment that will allow me to have my dog back!
It's go time. Have a wonderful (colder, less windy) night!
A slight delay in getting the day started caused me to leave about two hours later. Still, it was an enjoyable day. A blogger that I follow does "A Day in the Life" entries and I think I might do this sometime, because I think it's always interesting to see how different our lives are. People practically swoon when I say that I started work at noon, but they don't realize that I also worked until 11:00 the night before. While they were getting paid to surf the internet at work, I was reading books on XHTML and how to do taxes as a small business (I'm not kidding, I actually fell asleep).
I turned off my cable this week. It was hard to justify paying $30/month to watch two hours of TV a week. I have yet to miss it. My friend and I were talking to a girl one night when the subject of television shows came up. My friend and I both mentioned that we didn't have cable and didn't really watch TV. The girl got this incredibly serious, confused look on her face, looked at both of us, and said, "But. Like. What do you do?" We tried to explain that we painted, or spent time downtown, or did quite a few other things, but her expression and confusion never changed. It was one of the most priceless moments I've had in a while.
I think my neighbor justifiably hates me. We have very thin walls, so I hear his phone conversations and snoring and he hears my conversations and music. This means that he hears my hip-hop when I get ready in the mornings. I really do feel bad for him because I have some really guilty pleasure songs (um, hey Britney) and he has to put up with those. For instance, tonight he was greeted with: Beastie Boys, Beth Orton, Britney Spears, Fionna Apple and currently, Lykke Li. There could be worse things to put up with, and I think we both spare a little grace.
Part of my day consisted of taking care of a friend's dog (Cleo). When I got to the house, she was napping and was all sleepy and floppy. I took her outside and it was really windy, so she faced the wind and her ears were blowing behind her. Next goal: to find an apartment that will allow me to have my dog back!
It's go time. Have a wonderful (colder, less windy) night!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Showers
I had Interview No.001 yesterday. It was the first job I've applied to so far, so no complaints there. It's nice to go in and be qualified, as opposed to my first round of unemployment when I had 9 months of experience. The girl who interviewed me was cool, the hours would be awesome, and it seems like it could be a good gig. Now begins Waiting No.001.
Getting ready for my interview, I had to laugh. I had a whole outfit planned and decided that I didn't like it - as I was walking out the door. The problem with having "fun" wardrobe items is that sometimes, the basics get left out. I didn't have a single pair of desperately needed plain black tights, but I had the striped ones, the floral pattered ones, the ones with the pattern I can't describe, and oh yeah, the gold ones (*note: I don't know if I've worn a single pair of any of these*). So, tights are being thrown, skirts are piling up on the bed, shoes are spilling out of boxes, and I should have left 20 minutes earlier. In the end, I made it to my appointment 15 minutes early and in pants.
Today is the last yoga class for the week. These days are so bittersweet - I know the rest is probably good for my body, but I also know that by tomorrow afternoon I'll be pacing the room. Last night's class was amazing, and it actually beat out Sunday in the amount of sweat. I know, gross, but awesome. I'm taking about three showers a day now (don't tell me I'm killing Mother Earth - my shower doesn't have hot water for more than 10 minutes).I drink more water now than I ever have and I feel pretty awesome! Oh, and shoulder injuries seem to have disappeared. Holla!
Well, time to start the work portion of the day. Hold on out there - it is, in fact, going to be a rather blustery day.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Wait, did she just text? Can she even spell?
I realize that we were all kids once, and that all parents make mistakes, and that we usually turn out, at the very least, socially acceptable, but I am concerned about future adults.
I just went down to do some laundry (I feel like I do laundry all.the.time) and there was some little kid with just a t-shirt on. The woman he was with made some comment about he was probably a little cold, but probably didn't mind. Then she goes, "Yeah, we're potty training him, so we don't put pants on him much anymore." I never know what to say to stuff like that, so I did the awkward laugh and some generic "yeah" comment. What I really wanted to say was that if he had to go now, our hallway was going to share in the potty training experience, and no one wanted that.
The other night in the movie theater, I sat by a little girl who was maybe 5 years old and she had a cell phone that was nicer than mine. Why does a 5 year old need a cell phone? Anybody?
I spent both days this weekend at Easton, and it almost convinced me to not have kids. For those outside the Columbus area, Easton is an upscale, outside shopping area based on European malls. It's amazing for people watching. Both days I saw groups of tween girls running (literally) around in short shorts (still February in Ohio, folks), arms loaded with bags from expensive stores, giggling and screaming. I walked out of Victoria's Secret because there were more tweens and teens in there looking at lingerie than women and it kind of grossed me out. I'm all about being young and having fun, but I also understand that there have to be limits. Just because your kid is 12 and wants to be sexy or free, doesn't mean she should be. Maybe parents should let their kids be kids just a little bit longer. Just a thought.
It made me not want to have kids because my kids would have to be friends with these kids, and then I would have to be friends with their parents, and I have a hard time believing that would happen. I have this idealistic plan where my kids will have tents made out of blankets, tons of crayons everywhere, and lots of time playing outside. In short, a simple and happy childhood, where technology and toys don't take away the years of magic that kids only get for a little bit of time. I don't understand the parents that have kids and then pawn them off on nannies, malls, and school events. Why bother? Everyone just ends up being really screwed up. One of my best friends has no plans of having kids and I kind of admire that because she's being honest and realistic - more people should take note.
And forthelove, put pants on your child in public (regardless of their age). Thank you.
I just went down to do some laundry (I feel like I do laundry all.the.time) and there was some little kid with just a t-shirt on. The woman he was with made some comment about he was probably a little cold, but probably didn't mind. Then she goes, "Yeah, we're potty training him, so we don't put pants on him much anymore." I never know what to say to stuff like that, so I did the awkward laugh and some generic "yeah" comment. What I really wanted to say was that if he had to go now, our hallway was going to share in the potty training experience, and no one wanted that.
The other night in the movie theater, I sat by a little girl who was maybe 5 years old and she had a cell phone that was nicer than mine. Why does a 5 year old need a cell phone? Anybody?
I spent both days this weekend at Easton, and it almost convinced me to not have kids. For those outside the Columbus area, Easton is an upscale, outside shopping area based on European malls. It's amazing for people watching. Both days I saw groups of tween girls running (literally) around in short shorts (still February in Ohio, folks), arms loaded with bags from expensive stores, giggling and screaming. I walked out of Victoria's Secret because there were more tweens and teens in there looking at lingerie than women and it kind of grossed me out. I'm all about being young and having fun, but I also understand that there have to be limits. Just because your kid is 12 and wants to be sexy or free, doesn't mean she should be. Maybe parents should let their kids be kids just a little bit longer. Just a thought.
It made me not want to have kids because my kids would have to be friends with these kids, and then I would have to be friends with their parents, and I have a hard time believing that would happen. I have this idealistic plan where my kids will have tents made out of blankets, tons of crayons everywhere, and lots of time playing outside. In short, a simple and happy childhood, where technology and toys don't take away the years of magic that kids only get for a little bit of time. I don't understand the parents that have kids and then pawn them off on nannies, malls, and school events. Why bother? Everyone just ends up being really screwed up. One of my best friends has no plans of having kids and I kind of admire that because she's being honest and realistic - more people should take note.
And forthelove, put pants on your child in public (regardless of their age). Thank you.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Packin' the heat
The last two days have been close to blissful. I've taken a break and lived like the average working person, taking the weekend off. It's been a weekend of both resting and repairing on all levels, and it's been really nice.
Last night I got more than eight hours of sleep, and it was almost life changing. I don't even know the last time I slept that well. I think my body just needed the rest more than I thought, so it really crashed hard. I daresay, I was annoyingly cheerful today. My friends are always telling me to sleep more and I might take them up on it more now...
Yoga was amazing this weekend. I'm practically antsy by the time Friday rolls around because there are two days a week when I don't have class. Today's class was the warmest yet (about 90, I think) and I honestly don't think I've sweat that much in my life. It was disgusting and great at the same time. I came home and drank three huge glasses of water right away, enjoyed a dinner with chicken and lots of greens, and then savored a warm shower. I am learning that there is an art to taking the routine things of life and really making them amazing. Everyone should learn this at some point.
The week ahead is busy. Lots of work to do, an interview, starting my yoga certification, doing my taxes, and three more visits for my shoulder. Oh, and Valentine's Day. Last year a group of us single girls went to dinner and then went to see Vampire Weekend. The defining moment of the concert was when the guy in front of us leaned over to his friend and said, "Dude, like this totally makes me want to go back and watch High School Musical 2 again!" Let's just hope that this year is better. On my calendar, the day currently looks like this:
Have a great start to the week and enjoy the amazing, beautiful, warm weather!
Last night I got more than eight hours of sleep, and it was almost life changing. I don't even know the last time I slept that well. I think my body just needed the rest more than I thought, so it really crashed hard. I daresay, I was annoyingly cheerful today. My friends are always telling me to sleep more and I might take them up on it more now...
Yoga was amazing this weekend. I'm practically antsy by the time Friday rolls around because there are two days a week when I don't have class. Today's class was the warmest yet (about 90, I think) and I honestly don't think I've sweat that much in my life. It was disgusting and great at the same time. I came home and drank three huge glasses of water right away, enjoyed a dinner with chicken and lots of greens, and then savored a warm shower. I am learning that there is an art to taking the routine things of life and really making them amazing. Everyone should learn this at some point.
The week ahead is busy. Lots of work to do, an interview, starting my yoga certification, doing my taxes, and three more visits for my shoulder. Oh, and Valentine's Day. Last year a group of us single girls went to dinner and then went to see Vampire Weekend. The defining moment of the concert was when the guy in front of us leaned over to his friend and said, "Dude, like this totally makes me want to go back and watch High School Musical 2 again!" Let's just hope that this year is better. On my calendar, the day currently looks like this:
Have a great start to the week and enjoy the amazing, beautiful, warm weather!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Speechless is fine
Ice pack on shoulder, warm tea (green yerba matte + vanilla + milk) in hand, I am in the midst of much needed Saturday/day off. Yoga was great today, and I'm feeling pretty good about the cloudy 50 degrees outside. I love cloudy days so much, and this makes me even more excited about the cloudy spring and summer days just around the corner.
Last night I went to see Coraline and I have to say, I am completely impressed. If you are a fan of Tim Burton, or things that are dark and odd, go see this movie! The animation is great, the visuals are amazing, and despite a few slow spots/awkward dialogue, it holds your attention without a problem. I don't even want to give you more info because there is a lot of shock factor that needs to be preserved. All that said, I wouldn't take kids to this one. Also, you may not want to go with graphic designers. My friend and I were discussing the great font in the main title and the artwork (those posters!) throughout the movie.
I was reading this post earlier (thanks Katie!) and nodding my head in agreement almost the whole time (not literally, that would be really weird). I read this same post about six months ago and thought it all sounded so wonderful, so intense. Well, it is and it isn't. My favorite thing anyone says is that sleeping becomes a luxury rather than a habit. I usually fall into bed, so thankful to be there rather the the normal "maybe if I watch a movie I can fall asleep" routine. I'm finding that routines can be very dangerous things.
Speaking of sleep...At about 3 a.m. I heard someone talking really loudly. It wasn't my neighbor (thin walls), so I started looking around outside. Let me point out that I had only been asleep for about two hours at this point. Some guy was standing outside on his cell phone, begging his "baby" to come pick him up. He "didn't care if he was acting like a heartbroken 15 year-old, because his pain was real." He just kept talking about how it hurt, and how he needed her to come get him. That's charming and all, but not outside my window at 3 a.m. He drove away after 15 minutes, and while that should have made me feel better, I can't imagine that he was in a great condition to be driving around.
I wanted character where I lived, I got it.
Have a great Saturday and enjoy all 50 of those degrees!
Last night I went to see Coraline and I have to say, I am completely impressed. If you are a fan of Tim Burton, or things that are dark and odd, go see this movie! The animation is great, the visuals are amazing, and despite a few slow spots/awkward dialogue, it holds your attention without a problem. I don't even want to give you more info because there is a lot of shock factor that needs to be preserved. All that said, I wouldn't take kids to this one. Also, you may not want to go with graphic designers. My friend and I were discussing the great font in the main title and the artwork (those posters!) throughout the movie.
I was reading this post earlier (thanks Katie!) and nodding my head in agreement almost the whole time (not literally, that would be really weird). I read this same post about six months ago and thought it all sounded so wonderful, so intense. Well, it is and it isn't. My favorite thing anyone says is that sleeping becomes a luxury rather than a habit. I usually fall into bed, so thankful to be there rather the the normal "maybe if I watch a movie I can fall asleep" routine. I'm finding that routines can be very dangerous things.
Speaking of sleep...At about 3 a.m. I heard someone talking really loudly. It wasn't my neighbor (thin walls), so I started looking around outside. Let me point out that I had only been asleep for about two hours at this point. Some guy was standing outside on his cell phone, begging his "baby" to come pick him up. He "didn't care if he was acting like a heartbroken 15 year-old, because his pain was real." He just kept talking about how it hurt, and how he needed her to come get him. That's charming and all, but not outside my window at 3 a.m. He drove away after 15 minutes, and while that should have made me feel better, I can't imagine that he was in a great condition to be driving around.
I wanted character where I lived, I got it.
Have a great Saturday and enjoy all 50 of those degrees!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
It's like crack, baby
It's just after 10:30 a.m. and I have worked four hours already. Yesterday was the opposite - I worked from 4 p.m until a little after 10. Making my own schedule definitely has its perks.
I've had a week of appointments, trying to take advantage of my insurance while I have it. So far, I am in perfect working order. My teeth are all fine, all tests came back normal, and today, I am having my shoulder checked out. There was a hair appointment in there, too, but that was less about insurance and more about "I need a haircut now!" Haircuts are never just haircuts. I love, love, love my stylist. I've gone to her for close to three years, so she knows all of the quirks of my hair (and me). I went in with every intention of chopping it all off, but she talked me into being patient and keeping the length. I love the new cut, too. So, if you need a place to go, lemme know.
I've also been yoga every day (five days a week) and it has been a lifesaver. It's an addiction. I think my friends are tired of hearing about it. Dark, sweaty, intense, hot, great music - I feel amazing afterward. It has been the one thing through the years that I have never gotten tired of and have always just really loved. Finally, after all of that time, it looks like I might finally be getting my certification to teach! I'm so, so excited and so thankful for the person who is helping me get there.
More later, but for now, I have more forms to fill out. I feel like I have filled out more forms and applications in the past week than in my entire life (What is the zip code of the first home I lived in as a child? How many credit hours did I achieve in high school? What?). I'm going to leave you with this video. Why didn't my dentist give me whatever this kid got?! Oh, and he is going to hate his father in about five years...
I've had a week of appointments, trying to take advantage of my insurance while I have it. So far, I am in perfect working order. My teeth are all fine, all tests came back normal, and today, I am having my shoulder checked out. There was a hair appointment in there, too, but that was less about insurance and more about "I need a haircut now!" Haircuts are never just haircuts. I love, love, love my stylist. I've gone to her for close to three years, so she knows all of the quirks of my hair (and me). I went in with every intention of chopping it all off, but she talked me into being patient and keeping the length. I love the new cut, too. So, if you need a place to go, lemme know.
I've also been yoga every day (five days a week) and it has been a lifesaver. It's an addiction. I think my friends are tired of hearing about it. Dark, sweaty, intense, hot, great music - I feel amazing afterward. It has been the one thing through the years that I have never gotten tired of and have always just really loved. Finally, after all of that time, it looks like I might finally be getting my certification to teach! I'm so, so excited and so thankful for the person who is helping me get there.
More later, but for now, I have more forms to fill out. I feel like I have filled out more forms and applications in the past week than in my entire life (What is the zip code of the first home I lived in as a child? How many credit hours did I achieve in high school? What?). I'm going to leave you with this video. Why didn't my dentist give me whatever this kid got?! Oh, and he is going to hate his father in about five years...
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