Friday, October 29, 2010

Broken cherries make me sad. :(

Crude title to the post, but really, there's no better way to put it in cases like these.

My 2 and a half month old car has a scratch on it.


I just went to get it cleaned today, since it had a little bit of grime and dust built up on it from the past few weeks of random weather, and as I finished up my little review-walk-around thing when the dudes were done drying it, and the one guy that was walking with me said, "It's a good-looking car. It's a new G35, right?" And I said, "G37X, actually..." and stopped short, because I saw something fishy right behind my driver side door. So we looked at it closer, and the guy was all, "Looks like a door was opened into it." And I sighed, and said, "2 months. 2 freaking months, dude." And he just shook his head, and said, "Aw, that's a bummer!" And then he wished me a good weekend, and I climbed in and drove away.

People are such assholes. Or, in this case, probably someone's kids are assholes since the line-up of the scratch goes more with a passenger door on a 4-door car, in my estimation, and we all know how much regard I have for children and their stupidness. Or maybe someone who carpooled to lunch one day and sat in someone's backseat and then got out of the car in the work garage was an asshole. I dunno. But regardless, asshole. I take great care when I get in and out of my car so that my door doesn't touch the car next to me. Our parking spots at work aren't super-generous, so I have a lot of practice with it. And I guess I just wish, in my heart of hearts, that the people parking around me would have the same common sense about it all.

But there it is. The first scratch. (And teeny, tiny dent, I might add. It's not too terrible, though...) Had to happen sometime, right?

Happy weekend, everyone! You watch those doors now, alright? ;)

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Basically, I'm a cakewalk compared to his life before meeting me!

Sometimes, I wonder how it is my lovely Leo has managed to put up with me for the past 5 years and counting...and then I think, "Well, yeah. I guess if I grew up kinda poor with 4 brothers I shared a room with, and a dad that kicked my ass on a regular basis, and then went out into the world only to wind up meeting significant others that took advantage of me and treated me like dirt, all while living in teeny kind of run-down apartments, the last of which didn't even have a couch in it (because it didn't fit through the front door) so I had to sit on the floor to watch t.v....I'd look like a pretty attractive option to me, too!"

Honestly, we're just a good match. I was talking to a coworker the other day about how we deal with disagreements in our house, and I had to sit there and think about it. And then I said, "We don't have disagreements. Because I'm generally that helps." But then I continued, "Really, though, we just don't disagree on much. We have the same taste in stuff, and that seems to go a long way!"

We do fight. We do. We're human...shit makes us unhappy. It gets sorted out either the old fashioned way (i.e. with me retreating to my own space where I sulk and tell him to leave. me. alone.), or with a little humor and sarcasm, depending on how bad the fight is. But generally, things get resolved, and we're happy and back to normal within a few hours.

I can't help but wonder how it is he sees himself with me for the rest of our lives though. I just don't know how he does it! I'm grateful for his tenacity, though. The man is a fortress when it comes to putting up with mood swings, dry wit, and general evilness. That is how I know he is meant for me.

So tonight we'll raise a glass to tenacity, wit, fortitude, and future happiness...and put our hopes out there that we'll have the opportunity to live long lives together, experiencing new places, new people, and new things along the way. Because, God help him, I do love that man. :)

Monday, October 25, 2010

3 years ago this week...

...I married this awesome hunk o' man:

That's right...he's taking down 2 for 1 margaritas on his own in that picture, and if you don't think we went back to the hotel room soon after that so he could promptly pass out in speedy form, you would be wrong.

Anyway, we're celebrating our anniversary this week - woohoo! - and while we'll be eating in on the actual date, we're going out in high falutin style on Friday night. But I wanted to get opinions on where we should go before I made the reservation. A recommendation for Michael Smith came from a random bar patron who overheard our discussion about it on Saturday night. And I thought YES! Michael Smith! I've been wanting to go there for a while!

But then I looked at the Extra Virgin menu (also owned by Micheal Smith, btw), and dammit, there's a lot of tasty sounding stuff on there!

So what say you, readers? Even if you aren't from KC, go check out those menus, and tell me what you would do if you were me! Please? As, like, an anniversary gift? ::puppydog eyes::

Friday, October 22, 2010


Sorry it's been such a slow week around here, guys. It was just a shitty one all around, from start to almost the hasn't really been all that bad, so I can't complain about it. (Which is a nice change...)

I mean, it hasn't been all that bad for ME, anyway. The bunny that Jake killed with a whip of it's neck right after it screamed when it was caught this morning at 4 a.m. in our yard? Probly not such a good day for that little guy. (Or for Leo...since he had to clean it up once the sun came out! He's such a nice husband.) Poor sad-ass bunnies. ::shaking head:: The scary part was when I went out to make sure that the barking, herding, and screaming I heard wasn't a repeat of the night when Jake met a possum, and I shined a light out into the yard, all I could see was something large with shining eyes by the back fence, Jake going back and forth between the shining-eyed thing and something that was laying still that I couldn't identify from the distance I was keeping, and Izzy just looking at me with a relief like, "Oh thank GOD you're here! I thought I was gonna have to pretend to be interested in this bullshit!" as she trotted past me and back up onto the deck. Jake wouldn't abandon whatever it was that he had found, though. I called to him and stood my ground, and eventually he made his way over.

I looked back out to that large thing with the shining eyes once I was back in the house, and it was still there, but it was moving at that point. So I knew it wasn't dead. And then later, it was gone. It was too large to be a rabbit. Leo thinks it was a possum, but I would be surprised by that after the last encounter the dogs had with one in the yard. They just seem much more aggressive than this thing was being. Maybe it was freaked out by the rabbit scream? I'm not sure. But whatever it was, it was large, it was lighter in color, and it stood still and unblinking for a relatively long time when I was holding my flashlight beam on it. ::shudders:: I hate wild animals!

Anyway, this whole week has been emotionally draining, though, and at times physically draining, like when I was tired on Tuesday night and went to bed at 10:15. But then laid there. And laid there. And laid there some more, until it was about 1:30 and I finally took some Benadryl to help me along. (I also tried opening the window to cool the room down, reading some more, and lots of huffing and puffing and "WTF, brain?! Lemme SLEEP already"ing, but that all got me absolutely nowhere. It sucked!) And then Wednesday was just about the worst day EVAR for my poor boss, and I had to rush around a bit to help clear his schedule so he could deal with the shittiness that is A Teenage Child in Personal Crisis Mode. And it was just tiring, y'all.

And can I just take a moment to say HALLEFUCKINGLUJIA for not being back in that world again, dammit. Phew! Being 17/18 was HARD. I wouldn't repeat it again for all the meatball subs in the world!

(I was gonna say "for all the tea in China" but then I realized that while I like tea well enough, it's not really a big bargaining chip for me personally because I don't like it THAT much. So meatball subs it was...)

(And also, "for all the tea in China" is a weird saying. My mom used to say it. I don't get it...)

This weekend should be mellow, and allow me to catch up on some sleep and relaxation, so hopefully next week will be a better one. Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Bye bye, Sushi House in Leawood. ::sad face::

I'm on the mailing list for Sushi House in Leawood, KS, and received the notification that they're shutting down after this week. Apparently, they had been negotiating their lease with the property management at the mall, and it wasn't working out. So they're closing their doors.

I freaking LOVE that place. It's where I go when I want to splurge on lunch. It's where Leo and I go when we want to splurge on sushi dinner. I'm so sad they won't be there anymore! ::cries::

I sent a letter to their corporate office this morning suggesting that maybe they should just move instead of closing all together? Because I have been waiting for a decent sushi option to move closer to my house for years, and it would be awesome if I had something like Sushi House in The Village, or even over at Corinth at 83rd and Mission. I went to grab lunch there today, and talked to the host who was helping me with my order, and let him know that I made that suggestion in an email. He told me that I was, like, the 7th person to suggest that idea this week. He hopes that the email will help, somehow. I know it's a reach, but I figured it couldn't hurt to try!

But in the mean time, I'll just be eating there all freaking week, I guess. Gotta get my fill while I can!

It's so weird that negotiations on leases fall through at all these days. I mean, unless they were asking for something really unreasonable, why the hell would the landlord just be willing to let them walk away like this? My family owns and manages property in California and Nevada. We don't like losing long term leasers, so in this economy especially, if they come to us asking for help with their terms, we try to work with them on it. Because less money is still better than none at all, you know?

Oh well. Best wishes, Sushi House! You will be missed. :(

Thursday, October 14, 2010

MINE! (a.k.a. Did you buy it? If not, then DON'T EAT IT!)

Someone totally stole a whole container of canteloupe chunks out of the fridge at work from me some time between 4:30 p.m. Tuesday and 9 a.m. Wednesday. I had eaten, like, 4 of them for a snack on Tuesday afternoon, put them back in the fridge, and then yesterday morning when I went to put my snack for that morning into the fridge, my container of canteloupe was gone!

I mean, who DOES that sort of thing, anyway???

I took the question to the Dooce Community board, and a lively discussion (and handy tips for future cases of stolen food) was had, so that helped a little.

Also, at about lunchtime, I found out I wasn't the only victim. Another coworker had a whole bag in the fridge with her lunch in it that she'd brought in on Tuesday, but planned to eat on Wednesday. When she went in there yesterday, she discovered that a cookie was missing.

Unbelieveable. So this food thief dug through people's stuff in the fridge looking for something that sounded good? C'MON! That's just icky.

I put up a note on the fridge, I guess because it made me feel empowered after being the victim of a food thief, or something, but nothing came of it. It basically said that the canteloupe cost me $4, and as I had eaten such a small amount of it, whoever took it owed me $3.50, in my estimation. It was gone this morning, but a coworker had left a response note on my desk saying, "Faith, I'm hungry! Please restock the fridge when you get the chance! :)" Hahahaha! Love it!

Has this ever happened in your office? WTF did you do about it, if anything?

Monday, October 11, 2010

At what point does "moody" become dangerous?

The Twin is at the mall today with her daughter and one of her daughter’s friends. When she told me they had the day off from school, I asked her to please let them know that in the real world, we don’t get Columbus Day off from work! She wrote me back (we were texting) to say that the school calls it “Fall Break”.

Good googly moogly…give ME a break! :P

I had a rough incident that happened over the weekend that’s still kind of weighing heavy on my mind today. I don’t know how to handle it. Basically, an old friend, someone I’ve known for 6 years, spazzed out on me on Saturday night by yelling at me and pretty much just treating me like a pile of shit.

It made me cry. We had just arrived at the bar to hang out for a bit before heading to a party at a friend’s house, and I was only a sip into the beer I’d ordered, but I went ahead and paid for our drinks, and high-tailed it out of there. I didn’t want to keep crying, and had I stayed there, I’m sure that would’ve been the case.

What caused the incident? My friend didn’t want to change one of the 3 TV’s above the bar to the Notre Dame game. I was surprised, mostly because he was gruff with us right off the bat when we asked, but I suggested to Leo that we just move to a table instead. Then the friend said it was fine to change one of the TV’s (even though he didn't sound fine with it, and I even went as far as to ask him if he was ok?), and he started to get up and go to the patio for some reason (he often gets up and wanders over to look out the window while we’re hanging out together), but came back after a second and sternly said RIGHT in my ear, “And I’ll tell you what: if I’m going to come down here and watch football, I will watch whatever goddammed game I want to! Got it?” And then walked away and went outside.

I was stunned. I looked around for a moment, and then I couldn’t help it: I burst into tears. Yeah, it was a total girly moment, but that’s just how my brain/body reacts to someone talking to me like that, apparently! It was completely out of the blue, unprovoked, and unnecessary.

This person is known for his mood swings, but this? This was off the charts.

Frankly, I don’t want to be friends with him anymore if this is how it’s going to be. Fuck. That. Noise.

The fun part? He has no clue that he did anything wrong. Or that’s how he’s playing it off to our mutual friends. Leo and I returned to the bar later to talk to our bartender friend about it. She said that he admitted to snapping at people easier than usual as of late. I was all, “This was beyond snapping, though. He acted like I’d dug up the corpse of his father and had sex with it!” She said that he apparently didn’t realize that he’d been as mean as that. I was all, “Oh, so me bursting into tears, and then leaving the bar 10 minutes after arriving wasn’t a clue that he’d done something to freak me out???” Nope. Guess not!

I don’t know what else to do except avoid all contact with the guy. I don’t want to see him again, because I just cannot put up with the nastiness for no reason anymore. And I know I come off as being a pretty moody person myself when it comes to my writing here on the blog, but let me assure you: my moods are normal…my moods are nonexistent when compared to this guy. And it’s just getting worse as he gets older, and shuts himself off more from the world outside Prairie Village. It’s sad. I’ve tried to convince him to look into online dating (he broke up with his last girlfriend around 3 years ago, and hasn’t dated since then), or to go on a trip, or something, but he seems content to just get more and more miserable. And I’m sorry, but I can’t stand that kind of self-loathing. It’s beyond my comprehension, which is saying a LOT, since I’ve gone through some very moody periods of time in my life with little interaction with anyone outside of my family or coworkers. But if he’s at the point where he gets pissed at one of his only friends he has left for absolutely no. reason. at all? He needs help I clearly can’t give him.

If anyone has any pointers or suggestions as to what they would do if they were me, please share.

And please..if you could do it without yelling at me, I’d greatly appreciate it! :(

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Whole sanity.

Just a little question for y'all:

If you order something, like a pizza, and then you go to pick it up (because it's not a place that delivers), and find out that they didn't have a main ingredient that you requested, so they just substituted something else, what would you do?

Actually, I need to be more specific, I think. It'll make more sense that way.

We ordered a pizza from Whole Foods at 91st and Metcalf last night, because we needed to grocery shop, but we also needed to eat as soon as we got home from shopping. (So as to keep me from ripping all the heads off of small children in our neighborhood when my blood sugar plummets. It's for the CHILDREN, you see???)

We ordered our standard pizza on a multigrain crust. But when we arrived to pick it up, the guy making pizzas told us they were out of the multigrain dough (AGAIN. Seriously, MAKE MORE OF IT, WHOLE FOODS AT 91ST STREET! Apparently, it's a popular item! GOD.), and said they'd gone ahead and made it on their regular dough instead. "Do you still want it?" he asked me. I took the pizza and said, "Yeah, it's fine, I guess," as I tried to keep the demons inside from working their way out to the surface.

When I was checking out, I asked the guy at the stand, "Is there any way we can get a discount on the pizza? They were supposed to make it with multigrain dough, but they were out." And he kind of looked at me, and I looked hopefully back at him, and he kept scanning groceries, and then said, "Do you want talk to manager?" [He was an asian dude.] I said, "Well, if that's how I can get a discount on my pizza, then yes, please." He kept scanning, and didn't call or motion to anyone, or anything. I started the debit card process, but stopped when it asked me if I approved the charges. "Seriously, can I get a discount on the pizza, or what?" I asked again. He looked at me, and then another employee behind him asked what was up, and he told her, and she looked at me, and I told her what had happened with the pizza being wrong, and she did this big ::SIGH:: and said, "Let me go check."

All of this time, there's a customer behind us in line. So the checkout guy turns to her and apologizes, and I'm not shitting you, motions at ME as if I'M the one that did something wrong. You know, by asking for a discount on my PIZZA THAT WAS MADE INCORRECTLY. I ignored him, though, and continued to wait. The lady nehind me asked me what had happened..."So they made it with the enriched flour dough instead?" Yeah, I told her. Not a big deal, but we really like the multigrain, and try to stick to whoe grains when we can. She understood. (She was really nice, actually.)

Unlike the workers at Whole Foods. While we waited, a manager came up and asked what was up. The checkout guy leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, and then the manager nodded, gave me a look, and walked away.

WTF was up with THAT???

Finally, the other employee that had gone to check on the pizza issue for us returned, and waves at me in a dismissive manner saying to the checkout guy, "Just give it to 'em." Like, really snotty-like, and shit. And I was all, "But...I was just looking for a discount. I wasn't asking for the pizza for free." I don't know why, but it just really chapped my hide that they were treating me like I was some sort of freeloader coming in and being all bitchy or some shit. I. just. wanted. a. DISCOUNT! Why was that such a huge mutherfucking deal???

It was weird. I wound up being pissed (no thanks to the plummeting blood sugar at that point!), and felt like I was being made out to be some bad guy when all that happened was...oh. Oh yeah. THEY MADE OUR PIZZA WRONG. How the fuck was it not disounted to begin with on that account?

So, was I the douche they made me out to be, do you think? I always figure it can't hurt to ask for a discount in those cases. I thought 10% - 15% would have been reasonable, you know? Sheesh!

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

Great. Now we have possessed phones. AWESOME.

Firstly, are the local police/highway patrol putting plant cars out on the streets this week to try to rile up drivers who might be a bit prone to getting aggressive when presented with complete driving incompetence? Because I’ve run into at least 3 or 4 drivers over the last couple of days who should NOT have driver’s licenses, since they can’t apparently do 2 things at the same time (i.e. smoke and drive, talk and drive, BLINK and drive, etc, etc…). And then I saw on the news this morning that Overland Park police are running a campaign to try to catch aggressive drivers in the act this week, and it just hit me: they’re totally fucking with me, dammit.

Because the world revolves around me, if you weren’t already aware. :P

I’m back from my mini-vacation, and I need another one to recover from it, as usual! But it was great to see my family, along with some old friends, and I look forward to the next chance to do it again.

I had a weird experience our first night there, though, and thought I’d share it with y’all. Because I think you’ve all come to just expect weird from me more often than not, really. So I don’t wanna let you down!

So we went to bed a little late on Friday, after a nice night hanging out with my sisters and their kids. We got back home after 10, and headed straight to bed since it was waaay past our normal bedtime, what with the time change and all. (I know…we suck! But we’re fine with that reality.) It was HOT in the house…the AC in our section of bedrooms wasn’t working, so we had the windows open, and slept under just a sheet, but it was still tough to get to sleep for a hot-blooded fucker like myself. Leo can manage to get cold on an 80 degree day, and also, he’s on sleeping drugs, so he was immune to the heat. But while I had an easy enough time falling asleep originally, after a few hours, I woke up, and had nothing but a hard time getting back to sleep after that.

I was pretty pissed that I got woken up the way I did. It was 2 a.m. on the dot, according to my phone. How did I know that? Well, it had lit up all bright and shiny-like after I flipped over in my sleep. And in a dark room, it was like lightning through my eyelids with the brightness. So I picked it up to see why it had lit up. It had just been the screen that lit up…the keypad stayed dark. And it lit up fast, and then blinked off again after a second. This all confused me right off the bat, because when I hit the “home” button, the whole thing lit up, screen and keyboard together. And then it stayed lit (after I noticed the 2 a.m. on the hour thing), and then faaadeeed ooouuuut slooowly until it was dark again. And that all made me go, “Hm. Weird.” And then I closed my eyes, and tried to go back to sleep again.

But next thing I know, *BLINK* on and then off. And then *BLINK* on, and then off again after a second. This time, it was just the keyboard that was lighting up. I have no idea how it was happening, but it was the keyboard alone, and not the screen.

I tried to close my eyes and forget about it, but *BLINK* on…off. *BLINK* on…off. It kept doing it twice in a row. I tried putting it into the little carrying pouch I keep it in when it’s in my purse, but it didn’t help. I could still see it through my eyelids. I checked the battery…it wasn’t dying, so that wasn’t the issue. Not that that’s what it does when the battery is dying, but I was just trying to come up with SOME explanation for what was going on, so I was reaching a bit.

I needed the phone next to the bed for the alarm, but at that point I was all, “Fuck it!” and I put it in the bathroom. I needed to GO TO SLEEEEP. And whatever was going on with the phone was interrupting any attempt I was making, so sorry, weird possessed phone! To the other room with ye!

I climbed back into bed, and lay down on my side facing the side table again, since I needed that new position in order to sleep better. And then all of a sudden, *BLINK* on…off. *BLINK* on…off.


It was Leo’s phone this time. It was on my side of the bed, and apparently, it wanted to get in on this game, too! His phone only illuminates in that manner (without him sliding the keyboard open, I mean) when he gets a message from someone. But it also makes a noise when he gets a message. (He checked in the morning, though, and he hadn’t gotten any Facebook updates or texts or anything in the middle of the night, so he couldn’t figure out why it had come on like that.) I went ahead and put it in the bathroom with my Blackberry, and climbed back into bed for yet another attempt to fall back asleep. It was 4:30 by then, and we were planning on getting up at 7:30 for a nice walk on the beach before we got ready for the wedding. I wanted to sleeeeep!!! Possessed phones needed to fuuuuck oooooff!

It was weird. And I’m willing and ready to hear any suggestion/explanation anyone might have for what happened. Know that I fully believe that our house in California is haunted…I’ve had multiple experiences there, as have several family members, but this phone thing was new. Usually, the ghost there just talks to you in the middle of the night, as disconcerting as that may be. But, yeah. I’m still open to a logical explanation as well. Anyone know why two completely different phones with two completely different set-ups/feature combos made by two completely different companies would blink on and off like that at separate times? Seemingly of their own accord? Let me know, would ya?