Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Holidays can be rough.

So I got a cluster headache over the course of the weekend.

It sucked.

I finally got rid of it yesterday after I took a pain pill, and had a nap. (Zen fired ze missiles!)

I had a terrible dream last night where my mom and dad were central characters, and they both were basically telling me that I sucked as a human being, and they liked me the least out of any of their kids.

So far, it's been a rough week, is my point.

We have friends coming to town this weekend to stay with us, though, so that's definitely something to look forward to. I'm trying to focus on that, dammit!

I'm sure my parents didn't hate me. I just hate that my brain is trying to convince me that they did...

Thursday, December 22, 2011

I love puppies. Puppies are my favorite.

Jake has this funny habit that he does that kind of cracks me up. (Mind you, I'm relatively easily entertained, especially when it comes to my dogs, but still...) He likes to nap up on top of the couch cushions on the back of the couch. And when he wakes up and gets down off the cushion, he often moves his body halfway off, and then stops. With his back half still in a relaxed position up on top. Like this:

(GOD, we love that snaggletooth! Hahahaha!) It's a bit odd, especially because he can stand like that for a good 5 minutes, just looking around, or whatever it is that he's doing. Maybe he's internally plotting to take over the world. I dunno.

The other day, the Twin was sending me disturbing photos of a girl she had seen out in public who's pants were...not a good fit. And so I returned the favor by sending her pictures of the dogs being weird. Jake was up in his usual position, and suddenly started looking for something down on the cushion next to me. There wasn't anything there, but still...he was totally sure he would find something! By the time he gave up, he was half on/half off the back cushion, and this time, he's gotten himself into the crack between my back cushion and the one he usually lies on. He just...stopped doing anything, and I pet him, and he looked around and just stood there. I was all, "Are ya stuck, little man?" And he just did a big SIGH thing like he does so often. So I took a picture...


And sent it to the Twin, letting her know that Jake was stuck. And didn't seem to be in any major hurry to get loose.

And when the puppies nap together in ways that are undeniably goofy and still cute at the same time? I just cannot resist taking a picture. Here's Izzy sleeping as she has her paws around Jake's ass, for example:
They "fight" over that cushion in subtle ways, and in this case, I think it's clear that Jake won the majority rule of the cushion for the nap. But Izzy just worked around it, dammit.

I love my adorable puppehs!

Monday, December 19, 2011

Grinchy? A little, I s'pose...

Someone in the office, not far from my desk (must be on the next row over, or something) is playing Christmas music at their desk.

Um, just don't. Do NOT be that coworker. ::shaking head::

So I currently have my headphones on, and I'm rocking out to something called "Pop Dance". It's a mix that Rich offered for download on his blog maybe 2 years ago? I'd guess. I can't really remember. But MAN, it is better than listening to the many different renditions of White Christmas there are available. GAH.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

BRING OUTCHER DEAD!...I'm not dead!

I think my acupuncturist/chiropractor might be a peddler of magical potions. Dude has helped to fix my gallbladder issues, and also gave me some immune system support stuff when I saw him on Monday that has totally turned my cold on it's head. Yesterday, I felt a gazillion percent better than I did Tuesday. By last night, my voice was almost back to normal, even.

I love alternative therapies!

Anyway, the plague didn't keep me down for long. I still have a bit of a phlegm issue, but it's nothing I can't handle. I'm free of meds today, too. Woohoo!

And here we are at the almost end of the week. Have you finished your holiday shopping yet? Because I haven't! And things that I've ordered are on backorder even though they didn't say anything about being on backorder when I ordered them, and I think that is a sneaky, sneaky trick that isn't really fair to do to people around this time of year, you know? Anyway, I have a few more things to buy, so I need to step up my game, dammit! Leo and I are having a low key Christmas this year, because the house pretty much is sucking our savings account to a dryer level than I prefer, and I'd rather have a few little presents to exchange, and then one big awesome dinner than anything else. It's been hard for him to control himself apparently.

Whereas I have a hard time even coming up with ideas for gifts for him. I suck at this.

Anyway, happy Thursday. Hopefully you've successfully avoided the plague, and have an easier time of buying gifts for your loved ones than I do. :)

Friday, December 09, 2011

I suck at this Secret Santa thing.

I've been searching all week for the perfect Secret Santa gift for a friend of mine.

Problem is, I keep finding stuff that I want for myself, and can't find anything appropriate for my friend!

Clearly, I suck at this. ::sigh::

I bet I'd feel better about myself after drinking plenty of champagne out of these, though...

Thursday, December 08, 2011

He is just a little plaything...don't you wanna make him stay up late?

I think this is the year when my head will just explode with all the information, headaches, and congestion built up inside of it. I just realized it today. Because things that should be more obvious to me aren't coming to the forefront of my brain until 20 minutes later, or so.

Like this telemarketer that called the house last week. It was Friday night. I was about to head to the basement to drink myself a wee bit silly with beers while watching movies with Leo. Then this dude calls from some "resort" number somewhere. He tells me that it is my lucky day, and he's about to blow my mind.

First of all, way to take the classy route to the whole telemarketing thing, man. Nice.

Second of all, it is Friday motherfucking night at about 6:30 p.m. I don't care what you have to offer me, there ain't no way it's gonna blow my mind more than a Boulevard Wheat, a steak fajita, and watching the movie "Paul" is going to. I'm sure of it. I told him almost as much, and then asked him to remove us from their list.

And then I went to the bathroom, and came up with all kinds of better respones I could've given him!

"Oh, sorry! My husband already did that for me, so I'm good for now."

"I had my mind blown on Wednesday. Right now, you're actually just talking to a leftover, bloody spinal chord stump. Don't ask me how, though. I've been trying to figure it out since Wednesday, but it's really hard to do with a blown mind."

"Wait a minute...is this Hitler?"

I don't know why all these things come to me AFTER the fact. And then I start thinking about how after saying something like that to the telemarketer dude, he may be sad he didn't sell me something, but at least he might have something to laugh about for the next hour or so.

And then I start to think about how I find myself so endlessly entertaining, and it really might be a sickness. I'm definitely sure that not everyone else I come into contact with would agree with my assessment of myself.

See? My brain is just so full of the random.

I need the holidays, dammit. It's time to slow this fucker dooowwwn.

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

Waiting for the Sudafed to kick in...

It's quasi-meth day here in Faith's head! I woke up with a cold this morning - lovely - so I'm on drugs, and walking through the world in a zigzag patterned haze. (It's not my fault. I'm kinda dizzy. It's making things a little off-kilter is all.)

But I don't know if the cold is worse to wake up to than what Leo woke up to. I heard him stirring in bed after I finished drying my hair. And then I heard him open the door to the bedroom on his way to the living room, and I tried to catch him in time...

Me: "Don't freak out!"

Leo, almost simultaneously: "Aw, shit."

I woke up to let the dogs out at 5 a.m. So I was already aware of the snow that started falling in the early morning hours. Leo hates snow. So I wish I'd had time to soften the blow for him before he stepped out of the dark cocoon of our master bedroom into the bright living room and saw the blanket of white outside. But oh well. He's a big boy. He can handle it!

Now to see if my body can handle this cold I've somehow caught. I'm thinking a muffin from the deli downstairs might be helpful...

Thursday, December 01, 2011

We call our hazard lights "invisible lights" for a reason.

I just saw this story on my local portion of MSN's home page, and I'm mildly confused.

Ok, a LOT confused!

How will this work? Basically, busses in Johnson County (Kansas) are going to be trained and allowed to drive on the freeway shoulder in order to speed up their transit times.

The idea initially seems like a good one. Yay for public transport doing all it can to be efficient!

But then I started thinking about all the stupid people who will see the busses and think, "Hey! We can drive on the shoulder now? AWESOME!" and hop right over to drive there, too.

And then I started wondering just which shoulder they're talking about. The one on the far left lane? Or the one on the right?

You'd think it would automatically be the left lane. Only problem is that the route is between 95th Street and Lamar on I-35. And right before Lamar, we have this whole left hand exit thingy to an entirely different highway that heads north. If the busses aren't able to transition smoothly from the shoulder without blocking that lane, won't that fuck shit up a whole bunch?

I don't get it. ::scratches head::

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Apparently, just hacking my email wasn't enough!

We need buffalo meat in our house. Since we don't shop at Whole Foods anymore, it's become hard to find. The stores we tend to shop at don't sell it. So I went to order some online today...

...and promptly had my Amex card declined. So I used my Visa instead, and then went to my Amex account to see what was up. Apparently, it was on hold due to possible fraud.

Some asshole had charged something to the card in a nightclub in New York, and tickets had been purchased for a train line in Europe.

No...not charges that I've made, thanks! So they're taking care of it, and cancelling my old card and sending a new one out right away. Awesome.

Is it coincidental that this happened a few days after my email was hacked on my home computer? The home computer where our house guest took it upon themself to download a new search engine without permission, and for no apparent good reason?

Yeah, someone isn't getting invited back anytime soon, dammit. GRRRR!!!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Entitlement Age

Don't you love it when you have a young guest in your house that decides that you need to have a new search browser added to your computer system, and just adds it without asking permission?

And then they try telling you that it's a better search engine because it protects better than IE from viruses and stuff...?

But then you get a text from your brother the day after the guest fucked with your shit telling you that your email account was hacked?

That's always fun.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Ooooohhh...well, that makes sense, then.

It was a gallbladder attack, I'm almost 100% sure now. My symptoms fit it all pretty well. The fact that I thought I was better yesterday, and then got taken down by the meanest, nastiest stomach ache (that crawled up into my right chest area) after simply eating a turkey sandwich for lunch was my biggest clue. But then I read about how a symptom of an attack is a headache, focused on the right side of the face? I had that, too!

Anyway, I don't think I had the flu, after all. And so far today [looks around stealthily for hidden evil waiting to attack] I'm doing all right. I went to my acupuncture appointment last night, and my doctor said that my esophogus, gallbladder, and lower intestine were all in a bad place, and he attended to them with his needles. He also gave me some physical therapy-type "homework" that I can do, and which I have been doing. And I felt tremendously better within an hour of the appointment ending.

Such amazing stuff!

So. Today, I will be leaving work early, and heading to the salon for a little mani/pedi action, and a blow out so I can be as pretty as possible for my in-laws that all arrive later today. And I'll eat sushi for lunch, and be careful about what I eat for dinner, and hopefully, my stomach will be full recovered by tomorrow.

I want mashed potatoes, dammit!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I'm personally thankful that the evil, horrid putridness in my stomach seems to have abated for the time being, but I really hope you all are thankful for way better stuff than that this week! :D

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Hot and sour soup to the rescue!

I feel 90% better today than I did yesterday. Wound up going home a bit early from work and crashing out on the couch at home. And then Leo picked up some rice and hot and sour soup for me from the Chinese place down the street from us.

And by 7 p.m., or so, I was feeling the turn around coming. I slept well last night, and woke up this morning without any problem. I ate breakfast and everything!

YAY!

My stomach is still a wee bit upset, but the nausea is gone. And IMO, it's the nausea that makes things so much harder to deal with throughout the day. SO GLAD it went away!

Bring on the Thanksgiving festivities!!!

Monday, November 21, 2011

Ah, the plague! What *great* timing.

I have a flu bug, or e.coli, or some such shit right now. Came down with it late Saturday, thought it was just a fun IBS reaction to the salad I ate at lunch, and felt better later. But then Sunday, it hit me like a truck, and took me down while grocery shopping with Leo. I mean, not literally...I was just very, very ill-feeling all of a sudden, and wanted to go home.

Off and on I'm getting lovely waves of overwhelming nausea. But then they go away. And I get hungry. So I eat a meal, and then BAM. The plague sets in again.

I'm at work...I don't have a fever, and I've stopped myself up with enough pepto bismol that I'm comfortable enough being here. I'm not throwing up. I'm just headachey and super-tired, and right now I'm nauseous again.

Of course this had to happen the week we're getting 7 people in town for a visit. OF FUCKING COURSE.

It had better be gone by tomorrow, dammit. Or I'm gonna be pissed.

Friday, November 18, 2011

I'm Ziggy Stardust era David Bowie...be freaky deaky and get an eyepatch, man.

(Leo just downloaded 2 seasons of Flight of the Conchords, and we watched the "Bowie" episode last night. Good GOD, I love those guys! Gratuitous clip for your viewing pleasure at the bottom of the post. )

Ok, so here are some fun tips for you to end the week with...

Animals Being Dicks. (If you haven't seen it yet, you're welcome. If you HAVE seen it, go look at a bunch of the GIFs all over again. This one keeps making me laugh over and over. As does this one. Aaannnd this one. ::dies::)

Olay Smooth Finish Hair Removal Duo. (I have the most sensitive skin known to man on my upper lip. I can't have it waxed, and even many home hair removal products have been known to irritate the skin to the point of making me break out after using them. So it was a great pleasure when I used the new Olay product last week, and no side-effects occurred. Except the hair-being-removed thing, which was the whole point, so I dunno if I'd call that a side-effect, per se. But in case you were wondering about it, it was awesome. Go get it. Use it. Be upper-lip hair free.)

Tired of the old stuffing recipes you've been making year in and year out during the holidays? Dude. Duuude. Try this one: Sourdough Bread Stuffing. People love it. YOU will love it. So, sooo good.

Need a ride to the airport? Or maybe you're like us, and you have family coming in from out of town soon, but they're getting in at a relatively inconvenient hour? Reserve a car ride to/from the airport instead of driving yourself. It's so calming. It's WAY more relaxing than driving yourself, especially in ucky weather! We use Overland Limousine for our airport rides. They are really reasonably priced, and the drivers are always courteous, and friendly, and on time. HIGHLY recommend them.

And now I'm off to get my work completed before the weekend hits. Happy Friday, all!

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Mid-life Crisis 101

So what do you do when both you AND your partner/spouse/person you share your space with harmoniously have a mid-life crisis going on? How do you fix it? What do you SAY to each other?

Most importantly, how does it all wind up working out?

Leo is flailing in his desire to go to school. The only thing it seems he’s truly enjoying right now is his ability to be creative and express his artistic notions in his ceramics class he’s taking. He can’t make sense of English, he couldn’t focus properly in order to succeed in his furniture history class, and he’s feeling very out of sorts about it all.

I don’t blame him one bit.

He told me that his therapist asked him last week what would make him satisfied? What would make him feel more satisfied with what he’s doing day to day?

I said, “Hell, I don’t even know the answer to that question! Like, sitting here thinking about what I could do that would make me feel like I’m fulfilling my position as a human being on this planet? I have no answer for that.”

I’m flailing in my enjoyment of my work as much as Leo is with this whole school issue. I still love my coworkers, and my bosses…but I feel lost. I feel unable to keep up with it all. I have more and more moments of “oops!” and less and less of the “I’m a kick-ass admin!” ones. I’m mixing up everyone’s schedules in my mind. I’m realizing once the weekend hits that I focused too much on one boss’s calendar for the following week, and I might’ve totally dropped the ball on the other ones I have under my care.

Am I getting old? Or am I just getting to a “don’t care” point that might become detrimental to all those I support? If so, does that mean it’s time to get out?

I told Leo that I really want to volunteer and help out in the community, and I think THAT would make me feel more satisfied with my life at the end of each day. He said, “But you’d basically be doing what you do already, right? Helping people?” I said it’d be different, though. Helping people by filling administrative gaps, organizing and assisting wherever needed because I have the time and willingness to do so is just so different than doing it because you’re getting paid to do it.

I hate to say it, but one of the only things keeping me in my position right now at my job is the health care. Leo said he could go get a job at the Starbucks down the street, and he could be the healthcare person for a while.

I dunno. We’re both feeling a bit useless. A bit of a need to wander, I think. And we don’t know how to fix it.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Is saving energy just a home-related activity?

If I walk past one more empty conference room here at work where the lights are all full on and blazing, I might flip my lid.

Why is it so hard for people to freaking TURN OFF THE LIGHTS when they leave a room?

It's just fucking stupid, is what it is. SHEESH!

Monday, November 07, 2011

Not all leftovers are unpleasant...

Last week, like all faint-hearted Americans who do not want their houses to get egged and/or TP’d on Halloween (or any night thereafter, truthfully), Leo and I went to Costco (where you can’t let on to your faint-heartedness or else YOU WILL DIE) to get some candy to hand out for our first Halloween in the new digs.

We considered shutting our lights off and ignoring the troops, however big they may be, but we haven’t lived there long enough to be completely aware of the amount of little shitness that inhabits our neighborhood. It could be a very small amount of little shits live there. But, as one of the houses (where 2 little kids live – not known yet whether they’re little shits, mind you) down the street from us was TP’d not even 2 weeks ago, we thought it best not to take any chances.

Anywho, Halloween was had, kids came and got candy, neighbors commented awesomely about the house and our couch and light fixtures they could see through the front door, and then the Chiefs won, The End.

So Leo puts the leftover bags of candy next to my purse for me to take to work with me, which I did, and I’ve been sharing the leftover bounty happily with all who pass my cube ever since.

And then Friday night, I’m chatting with Leo in the kitchen, and notice he’s eating some candy. “Where’d you get that candy?” I asked. “Nowhere.”

(I live with a 12 year old. ::sigh::)

I notice him eating more candy later, but I was about 4 beers in after abstaining for a few days last week, so I didn’t give two fucks, really. I just had more beer, and watched Bored To Death, and laughed and laughed and laughed…

Saturday morning, I went to throw something away in the kitchen garbage, and noticed a Twix wrapper on top. Prior to that, I thought Leo had maybe stashed some crappy sugary candy he likes, like the weird sour Twizzlers that came in the bag we bought. Or the random “chewy” Lemonheads that are actually just sour jelly beans in disguise. But that he probably gave me the rest to bring to work with me.

BUT NO! Dude was hiding CHOCOLATE from me somewhere, and not just chocolate, but chocolate covered caramel and crispy cookie.

WHY, Leo? WHYYYY???

No matter. He was at school. I had about 7 hours to look around for his private candy stash, although it only took me about 3 seconds to walk across the dining room to the slightly open closet doors by the stairs. I had been in there twice last week to get different coats out, but hadn’t thought to look at anything other than my coats while I was in there.

Sure enough, on the shelf above the coats, there was the big bowl that we had put all the candy in for Halloween night. I went to take it down, and felt the weight of it immediately. That bowl was FULL of candy!



Given, I've been happy about being able to enjoy it for the last couple of days, and it will be nice to have more to share with my coworkers throughout the next few weeks. But still...sneaky bastard!

Thursday, November 03, 2011

We're too lazy to make up new names. (a.k.a. The Post With A Lo-hoooot of Pictures)

I think we're finally done decorating the new house. We had the goal to get it taken care of prior to Thanksgiving, since we have all of Leo's family coming into town to visit us that weekend, and we needed to make sure we have plenty of beds, and towels, and plates, and ALCOHOL...you know, the essentials.

And we reached that goal! Yay! (Well, except for the alcohol part. We keep seeming to need to replenish that stock from week to week, for some reason.)

Anyway, I thought I'd show y'all the products of our hard work. Which has mostly been Leo's hard work. But I helped here and there. So I COUNT, DAMMIT.

Firstly, there was the master bath. Actual construction had to take place in there, which was a pain in the ass, but well worth it. The mirrors were all out of date, and the storage was funky, and the lights were...off. See illustration in photo of old sink area below:
See how they aren't lined up with the center of the sinks? Harder to see on the light on the left, but the one straight ahead should be obvious. (I pointed it out, just in case.) Anyway, that sort of shit drives a semi-OCD chick like myself absolutely BONKERS. So we moved the lights over to center over the sinks, installed the corner cabinet so we have someplace to put all my stuff (I'm a girl...we have a lot of stuff), and put up medicine cabinets instead of the 80's wall o' mirror.

Et voila! Ahhhh...SO much better!

This is what the master bed area looked like before we decorated and all that good stuff..

And now, it looks much more homey. That's the Twin's "Suedehead" painting above the fireplace, there. It was one of the pieces that the (fucking idiot!) mover lost, but was thankfully recovered after I was contacted directly by another customer of his that received a bunch of our stuff along with her move.


I think it's perfect in there. Her other painting that I have is up in one of our guest rooms, although I don't have a picture of it.


We have these little archways in both of our fireplaces, where the previous owners had hung these big crosses, and the one in our master bedroom has a little shelf on it. So I started looking for the perfect items to put there. The screw was still in the wall from the cross they had hung there, and I thought maybe a little hanging terrerium would be good for that space. It wasn't long before I found a link to a seller through Dooce, I think it was, and they had the perfect terreriums (and aeriums!) for me to choose from. Or maybe I just found them through a random Google search...I can't remember. Anyway, this chick named Flora Grubb has a store in LA called Flora Grubb Gardens, oddly enough, and again...perfect stuff. Very cool stuff. Go and check them out!


Here are a couple of the lovely little aeriums that I got from the site. (Aeriums are little plants that don't require soil to live. So I just squirt them every now and then with a spray bottle, and they're happy little plants!)


And this is the lovely terrerium I wound up getting. Isn't he cute!
At the other end of the bedroom is our sitting area, next to Leo's closet and the entrance to the bathroom. We still have to find an ottoman of some sort for that space. So that is one thing that's missing. Also, I want to eventually recover this couch in an outdoor fabric, and keep it in our backyard. So we'll need new chairs or a couch for that replacement in the future, but it's gonna be a while.
Off to the guest rooms!

We gave each guest room a nickname, in order to help keep them straight when discussing their decor, when we first moved in. This, for instance, is the wolf room. For obvious reasons:


And here's what it looks like now...





That's the only guest room with a king sized bed in it. It's a pretty sweet room, IMO.

Next to the wolf room is the No Light Room. So named because, well...there was no light in there before we moved in. This was what it looked like when the previous owners lived there:

I'm a fan of lamps, don't get me wrong! But I'm also a fan of being able to walk in, flip a switch, and be able to see. And while there was a switch right next to the door, we couldn't find the connection it had to any outlets in the room. None at all. It was a fake switch. We had two electricians check it out, and they both said the same thing. Weird. So we installed the chandelier from our old master bedroom in there, and now there is light!



We also put the wedding quilt that Leo's mom made for us on that bed, and it wound up looking really pretty in there. We picked up some curtains that we think complement it well, and over all, it's a lovely little room.

Lastly, there's the Guest Suite. We call it that because it's got an ensuite bathroom, whereas the no light room and the wolf room share a bath at the other end of the house. It was NOT our style at all. All the rooms upstairs were painted yellow, and it made me want to rip my eyeballs out (i.e. I'm not a fan of yellow).
I picked up the bedframe in this room from Overstock.com for a whopping $380, or some shit. It was AWESOME. It, unfortunately, didn't come with instructions for putting it together, and the customer service people were pretty heinous toward Leo when he called asking for them to be emailed or sent out or something, so I can't give them a 100% glowing review. But, nonetheless, cheap bedframe that's actually really nice quality. Take it for what you will...
The table and the chair on the other side of the room are the last two purchases we made from Home Decorators Collection, out of many, many other things that we purchased from the store after buying the house. When we bought them, one of the salepeople recognized us and asked us if everything was coming together yet. Yeah, we were in there a LOT. But they're seriously reasonable with their pricing, and have a wide variety of options. I feel lucky that they have a store just down the street! We ordered everything we wanted there, and had it sent to the store...free shipping! Leo had to make several trips to pick everything up from time to time, but otherwise, no complaints.
So that's it, dammit. No more decorating!

This year, anyway...

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Can we use leaves of absence for things like "being annoyed a lot"?

I had a dream last night that I was requesting a leave of absence at work. Like, just a short term one...only 2 weeks. But DAMMIT, I needed some time off.

It was so real.

I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed this week, is all. I am TIRED. I am easily annoyed. I am a bit put off by some of the requests being made of me, either because of their ridiculousness or because of their insensitivity toward the fact that I WORK FOR THREE PEOPLE, and that can be a bit much on any given day, much less those days when we're, I dunno, MOVING 300 people to new desks.

I feel like I walked into a trap. I feel like being asked to work for 2 people was more than I signed up for, but I was willing to work it out, and I think I did that pretty successfully.

But then they almost took advantage of me by asking me to work for one more on top of those two.

And I had no real choice other than to accept the request.

And now I'm stuck.

But, then again, it's not usually that bad of a situation. So maybe I just need to get through this week, and possibly the next, and then I'll feel better again.

But if I don't, can I tell the people that asked me to stretch this thin that I don't wanna stretch anymore? Or will they lose any remaining respect they have for me if I tell them that?

Do I care?

Thursday, October 27, 2011

What? I had a lot of boxes...I built a fort. SO?

We're moving at work. Not a huge distance, or anything, but moving is moving in my world. I man one of the supply "cabinets." It's not so much a "cabinet" as it is a bunch of drawers in different cabinets I keep at my desk. Anyway, point is, I have lots of shit to move with me.

Enough shit that, once I packed it all, I was able to build a small fort.
It is nice and quiet in my fort. I had a helium balloon kit from a party years ago that was stashed under my desk. Guess what? IT STILL WORKS! So I blew up some balloons to make my fort a bit more festive.

Does someone dare approach my powerful Fortress of Fry-Wagner???
Aw, that's ok. It's a smiley fortress. Hence the balloons.

YAY for being done packing! And everyone has, so far, respected the boundaries of the fort. And so my job is done here.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The snoring chronicals: part 2

Remember last week when I told y'all about how Leo was snoring on Sunday night, and it was loud and obnoxious and I wanted him to STOP IT?

It happened again this week.

"HONEY. Goddammit, I'm not going through this again! Turn on your side! TURN ON YOUR SIDE!!!"

And then it hit me.

"Turn on your side!"

"Turn on your light!"

Ooooooohhhh!

Hahahahahahaha!

So I made it clear, just in case, "DON'T turn on your light, ok? I just want you to stop snoring. Turn over, dude."

This time, he turned over, and got quiet, and all was well. In the dark. Awesome. :D

Friday, October 21, 2011

Annnd, the day comes to a halting STOP.

The Twin is at the cemetary right now, wanting to change my mom and dad's separate headstones to one single headstone, with a picture of the both of them on it.

So she needed all us kids to text her our "ok" on the plan. I approve, so I replied as such.

The she sent the picture she plans to put on the new headstone, and...

...well, now instead of being a productive, gettin'-work-done admin, I'm a blubbery mess.

Good GOD, I miss my parents!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

It's bound to just get stolen by some bully kid up the block, anyway.

"Holy crap! A Green Machine! Wait...does it have an engine on it?"

Leo was reading the Hammacher Schlemmer catalog last night when I got home from work. The front cover was sporting a picture that brought vivid memories rushing back from my past. There was a Green Machine on it, and it looked amazingly similar to a Green Machine we had around the house - likely, it belonged to our brother - when I was a kid.

The Twin and I both had Big Wheels, but I'm sure that my brother had a Green Machine at one point. There wasn't a huge difference between the two bikes, except that the Green Machine was steered through the use of two pully-type handles instead of handlebars. It could be a bit confusing to a kid without much coordination, I'd think.

The Big Wheel was very user-friendly, and allowed the Twin and I to zoom around the back yard, around the pool in dangerously-close-to-the-edge patterns, as well as through a chalk "street" that we drew from the front driveway all the way through the back yard.


I can't remember ever being on Joey's Green Machine, but I remember it being there. How can you forget a bike like this?


So, anyway, Leo gave me the Hammacher Schlemmer, and I went through it to find the Green Machine and see how much it was. (Leo said he wanted one. So I needed to find out how silly that idea really was.) In the process, I found a GIANT Ugly Doll that I wanted for myself. "OOH! Ok, I will get you the Green Machine, if I can get this gigantor Ugly Doll for myself," I said to Leo.

"OK!" he replied.

"Aw...it's $700! Jeezy...no giant Ugly Doll for me. Booo..."

And then I finally found the page with the Green Machine info. I started reading it out loud to Leo, emphasizing the awesomeness of the Hammacher replica being so similar to the original toy, the designer of the Green Machine from the 70's apparently wanted to see the two bikes side by side!

How cute!

And then I continued to read about how it had some sort of amazing...Harley engine in it, which gave it 60 horsepower? AND speeds up to 50 MPH??? And I was all, "Wait a minu..." as I looked at the price.

"SEVENTY-FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS? Oh, come on, man!" Leo was laughing at me and reminding me that all I wanted was the giant Ugly Doll, and then he could have his Green Machine...

You fooled me, Hammacher Schlemmer! You didn't have a picture of a human on the bike in the catalog, so I thought it was a nice, small-sized Green Machine that maybe was gonna cost something like $1,000.

But ohhooo no! Nope, you have to have the $75,000 Green Machine, eh?

Nice try, dudes. Nice fucking try...

Monday, October 17, 2011

The snoring chronicals

"Dude, you're snoring. Turn on your side."

::loud snoring sound::

::pokes Leo:: "HON. Please, turn over...you're snoring really loud!"

"Mfhuan..." ::snoring sound::

::continues trying to read::

::loud snoring from Leo's side of the bed::

"HONEEEYYY. Please, you're really loud tonight! Turn on your siiiiide!"

Leo, quiet for a moment, suddenly reaches over to his side table and turns on his bedside lamp.

::looks over at Leo:: "Um, what are you doing?"

"It was dark." Leo is lying on his pillow with his eyes closed, clearly still planning on sleeping, which generally is an activity he performs with his light OFF. A pillow he had propped behind his head falls on his face. He bats it away like it's a bug. He smiles. And he is clearly still asleep.

I go back to reading for a bit, and then I get up to go turn off Leo's lamp, and then switch mine off as well as I climb back into bed.

Leo's snoring has mercifully stopped.

He is so weird.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Maybe I need to rethink my stance on stupid people...

...because they can be really entertaining!

I've taken to reading the comments on the stories about missing Baby Lisa over on the KMBC website since she disappeared. These were a couple of my favorites from yesterday:

"The parents of this baby don't appear to be too concerned. And I don't believe the mother's cries on TV. I would be a nervous wreck. Did the police check their home and also every closet plus basement. Why was it so easy to get into the window. My first born child'a crib was in our bedroom until he was ready for his own room and we had a two bedroom apartment. Our windows were locked and our bedroom door stayed open. I hope they find this baby soon and alive."

"I am going to keep up with this story and if I have anymore suggestions I will comment on it. I hope my thoughts prove to be helpful on this situation. One more thing, this baby could now be in another town or state."

[Emphasis on certain sentences is my own. Because HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!]

Those were both from the same commenter, mind you.

Also, keep in mind that the baby has been gone now for 10 days. So I'm sitting there laughing as I read those, thinking to myself, "Well I bet the authorities haven't even considered the fact that if she was kidnapped, the baby could be in an entirely different town or even STATE by now! Dadgum it!"

And then the next comment was in response to the above ones:

"I think you should take your suggestions to the police. Someone needs to tell the police to check the home and ALL the closets!"

Hehehehe! I don't have an account on that website. I haven't signed up there in order to keep my sanity in check, because arguing or discussing issues with some of the mental giants that comment there would surely decrease my quality of life, yo.

But that comment really helped to make me feel less alone in reading all this nonsense.

And then one of my friends sent me this link the other day, and we discussed the craziness from the website for a while. It's a page devoted to some of the more stupid responses to Steve Jobs's death out in Social Media Land, but my "favorite" part has to be at the very beginning. The FB discussion between Javon and Sam about Ben Franklin and Albert Einstein "inventing" electricity and gravity, respectively, was enough to make even MY ovaries hurt a little bit. Like, maybe I'm doing the world a disservice by not procreating? Maybe we'll wind up with people like Javon and Sam teaching young kids one day about the benefits of gravity and electricity having been "invented" all those many years ago. And how, without those inventions, we'd be listlessly floating in space without a way to plug in our computers...

I need to stop. My head is about to explode.

Anyway, I'm trying to be more positive, is the thing. Looking at the stupid as being more of a form of entertainment rather than a source of annoyance helps in that regard.

God knows how long it will last...

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Clear for take-off? Sure, we can avoid that tornado over there...

So I just saw this article about a woman that is suing Continental (and it's associated airline partners) over a flight she took with them that experienced "severe turbulence".

I usually don't side with these cases that seem a bit frivolous to some. But in this case? I have to agree that she's doing the right thing.

I've been on many flights that have experienced what I would consider to be moderate turbulence. LOTS of them, really.

But I've only been on maybe 2 that I'd say were severe. One of those was from St. Louis to Kansas City. Back in 2006, or so, I'd flown out there for the day to assist with some training in our branch locations for managers that were apparently retarded and couldn't figure out how to follow instructions at all, and flying back that night, my plane had to go through several thunderstorms between St. Louis and KC.

I thought that flying through the thunderstorms was pretty rough, but as we approached for landing, and descended below the cloud line, we were assaulted - that's just the best way to put it - by the winds at that level.

A usual 10 - 15 minute descent seemed to take FOREVER. It probably lasted at least 30 minutes instead, as the pilots maneuvered through the drafts, which were pushing the plane up, and then back down, and then suddenly tipping us left or right. It was terrifying.

I was luckily seated in the 2nd row. (It was a Southwest flight.) Us passengers up front had the good fortune to be near a level-headed flight attendant that kept us in good spirits, and encouraged us not to worry. She was leaning out from her jump seat next to the door, looking down the aisle at the back of the plane, where people were crying and holding hands across the aisle. She was also keeping a wary eye on her drink cart that had been haphazardly locked up before she hurried to her seat as we hit the heavy chop. It was banging around in a threatening way, and she was afraid she'd have to get up to keep it from rolling away.

She managed to keep us more focussed on the fact that she was unable to complete service in the cabin due to the turbulence issue, and she seemed to feel pretty badly that she was unable to collect cups and cans and stuff from people before she'd had to seat herself. She eventually sent a trashbag down the aisle, apologizing for having to collect the trash that way, but she appreciated our help with performing the service! Being focussed on something so trivial as keeping the plane clean was a nice distraction, if a small one.

Anyway, it didn't totally traumatize me. It didn't keep me from ever wanting to fly again. But I did decide that if I ever needed to travel to St. Louis for the day again, I'd just drive there. And I am VERY strict about the airports I will and will not fly in and out of during certain times of the year. I've been lucky since then with my flights out of KC for trips to California or to Chicago during the spring/summer months, and weather has consistently been on my side.

But I wouldn't hesistate to cancel/rearrange travel times in order to accommodate storminess that popped up unexpectedly on a travel day, if I had to.

My sanity is on the line, quite literally. I don't fuck around when it comes to my sanity!

So I don't blame this woman for filing the law suit. I think that airlines should be much more careful with the lives they have in their hands when it comes to flying in stormy weather. It seems like it'd be an easy decision, IMO. I still think that flight to KC that I took from St. Louis should have been delayed or canceled due to the weather that existed between the two cities, and I don't understand why it wasn't.

I hope this lady gets everything she asks for in the suit.

Friday, October 07, 2011

I am somewhat blocked.

I clearly haven't been posting this week. It's been busy at work, is all. And in a good way, finally! So I've been enjoying it, really.

Of course, as an outskirt Kansas Citian, I've been closely following the missing Baby Lisa story, and as a quasi-psychic, I have to say I've had a bad gut feeling about it since the beginning. When the news came in this morning that her mother (supposedly) failed a polygraph test, I just shook my head and said, "I knew it!" Now, whether that's all true, or what the reasons are behind it all remains to be seen.

But a stranger did not walk into that house and steal their baby. THAT I am pretty damned sure of.

My personal thoughts are that some kind of tragic accident might've happened, either with the baby being left unattended in the bath, or one of her older half-siblings doing something accidentally to her that wound up resulting in her death...and that's when the family came up with this kidnapping story. To cover up her sudden disappearance.

Anyway, we'll see how it all washes in the next week, I'd bet, but in the meantime, if that baby IS still alive, I hope she's with someone who's caring for her.

Aside from that, this week in the Smith Homefront, we have discovered termites in our walls, wasps in our attic (Leo said there were at least 8 or 9 nests that he saw before crawling his ass back out of there again - AWESOME), and while we were considering replacing the carpet in the basement due to some water damage it had incurred from a broken sprinkler head next to the foundation wall, I think we're going to put that off until we find out just how much work we're going to have to do to deal with the critters we found upstairs.

I'm pretty calm about it, really. I'm taking each issue one at a time, and trying to keep Leo in a calm place as well. The house is a solid one. It may have some nooks and crannies here and there that will give us a little trouble, but we'll deal with it over time. And in the meantime, we will live in our lovely home, and stay warm when it's cold out, and cool when it's hot out, and have LOTS of people over to visit, and love it all the same.

That's the important thing.

One more update: I talked to the owner of the car wash about the damage done to my car on Monday afternoon. He was very cool about it, and told me to get a quote from the body shop that does the fixing for the dealership, and then bring it by for him to review. So all is better there, too.

And I really, really think that my next car will be some sort of old beater that I don't care about going through a car wash and getting damage done. Or getting a dent in the door from a careless coworker in the parking garage.

We'll see...

Happy Friday everyone! Have a great weekend...

Tuesday, October 04, 2011

Damn you, drive-thru car wash!

I've been needing to wash my car pretty badly. It's needed it for at least a week, and then Friday morning on my way to the gym, the construction dust on a local highway made a mess all over the sides of the car as I drove through it, and made it even MORE urgent.

I planned on going out at lunch on Friday and getting it done. But then little satan guy in my head decided he wanted to play, and my day was shot to hell.

I don't know why I didn't get it done over the weekend. Just didn't think about it, for some reason.

So yesterday, I knew it had to be done. I thought about leaving at lunch time and going to Waterway down the street, but I wound up being busy through lunch. So I figured I could drive through the quicky wash on my way home from the chiropractor instead.

Something was telling me to take it to Waterway. Something deep inside my brain was uncomfy with the drive-thru wash place, but I couldn't figure out why. I've driven through it many times without issue, so I just ignored the worry, and drove through the wash as usual.

And as usual, I pulled over when I was done, and walked around my car to check and make sure there wasn't any damage done while I was in there.

Turns out, I was having a psychic moment with that whole uncomfy feeling. There were two deep scratches right up the front of my hood after the wash. I went over and told the guy in the booth, and he came to check it out. As we walked to where I'd parked my car, he asked me if I did anything while I was going through the wash? "Did you put your foot on the brake?" I tried not to roll my eyes, and just said, "Nah...I was singing along with my music. I don't think that's against the rules though..." He said he didn't mean to be rude, and I assured him I was just kidding around. I understood why he had to ask the question.

The shitty thing about it all is that the construction dirt is still fucking there. AND I have scratches on my hood, to boot.

I'm waiting for the owner of the wash to call me about the issue. ::sigh:: I'll always listen to those instincts that try to warn me from now on. Stupid, stupid, stupid...

Monday, October 03, 2011

It was unexpected, is all I'm saying.

So on Friday, I went home from work at about 12:30, took my pain pill for my damned cluster headache, and went to sleep.

The first 3 hours I slept, I had weird dreams, but nothing too memorable.

The next 2 hours I slept (I woke up for a pee break at about 3:40-ish) (it was a doozy of a headache, srsly!) I remember suddenly being on a couch in some sort of club, hanging out with a bunch of people. One of them was Kobe Bryant. I asked him if he was honestly considering the deal from the Italians. He said he wasn't sure yet. I asked him if I could take a picture with him, so I could tweet to my friends that I was hanging out with him. He came and sat next to me, and I had Leo take pics with my phone.

Thing is, this bitch kept leaning into the picture, ruining my shot with Kobe! I was all, "Dude, get your own picture with him." And then we'd try to take another one, and fuck if she didn't lean into it in the last second!

I hate people like that. ::rolls eyes at the absurdity::

Next thing you know, we all need new drinks. I tell Kobe to go get them for us since, well...he's Kobe Bryant. He should be buying us drinks, dammit! So he heads to the bar, and when he came back, I was in a very serious conversation with Leo about something or another, and Kobe went to hand me a beer, and I was all, "WHOAH. Dude...are you trying to give me a Coors Light?" He was. He really was! So I told him to keep that damned beer (laughingly, of course...I mean, dude bought me a beer. That was nice!), and I managed to get my hands on a Bud Light he had wrapped up in his other arm. (Kobe is apparently very talented in many regards, and one of those includes him being able to carry armloads of bottled beer back to the couch for all his buddies he's hanging out with at any given moment! Handy!)

And then I woke up.

I didn't even get to drink my beer. :/

Friday, September 30, 2011

Aaaand, Friday is shot.

Little satan guy in my brain says, "Oh hai there...can I come out and play?"
NO! Go 'way little satan guy!!!

I'm coming down with a sudden and nasty cluster headache.

It started out really fucking painfully, when I was trying to have a fun conversation with my boss and some other coworkers, and was hit with this pain in the back of the right side of my head out of nowhere.

Then it mellowed a little, after about 5 minutes.


And now it's moved to it's normal spot, behind my right eye, and it's dull and achy, and MUTHERFUCKER!


I have no idea what caused this one. None. I've been way less stressed this week than I was last week. I have been eating well, and exercising frequently. I've been getting sleep. (Although I have been waking up more tired than I usually do, and have to push myself moreso than usual to actually get out of bed. That might've been a sign that I wasn't familiar with.)


Ugh, now my whole lower jaw is aching. FUCK. I'm gonna have to go home early, take pain meds, and sleep. Way to ruin my Friday, brain! THANKS.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Decorating the new house. Hits and misses have occurred...

It's been a while since I showed any of the updates we've been making on the house. Some areas are still being worked on - like the last guest room that just finally got a mattress in it, and we're waiting on the bedframe from Overstock.com to come. And we still need a side table for the space, but we might be able to find that this weekend with some thrift shopping...we'll see.

I think we've finally gotten the great room/living-dining-kitchen area figured out, though, and don't need anything more than some accessories here and there.

The master bath has been updated to include medicine cabinets and a corner shelving unit we had built for the space by the same builder that built our bathroom and kitchen cabinets for our last house. I haven't taken pictures of the final product yet, but here is the bathroom before:
...all nasty with the cluttered shelf we found as a temporary holding spot for all our bathroom needs.

And here is the project when it was almost complete...with the corner cabinet in place, and the medicine cabinets up and waiting for the doors to be put on:





I'll get pics of the space tonight when I get home. It is so nice to have space to put all our toiletries again!

One of the "misses" that we made when we were initially furnishing the new spaces we'd never had furniture for before, was buying a dining table and chairs that totally did not wind up jiving with the style we have gravitated towards after living in the house for a little while. We bought them after we'd only been there for around 2 weeks, and we were still trying to work out a stylish combo between our contemporary and traditional vibe we like to hit when we decorate. Leo tried to dress it up for me, but I couldn't see it as being anything other than a glorified conference room. I really didn't like it.
We wound up falling in deep, deep, deeeep love with this HUGE, super-traditional sideboard at Thomasville. I think we were there to look for a coffee table for the living room space. And there was the sideboard of our dreams.

Since it was such a traditional piece, we felt like we could easily replace the chairs in the dining room with more traditional ones, too, and keep the table as is. For now. So we started searching out new chairs that were reasonably priced, and found some at Home Decorators that struck a cord with us. We like how they have a tufting pattern that matches our couch, but also aren't overly feminine/traditional thanks to the shape of the chair (not totally traditional) and the nailhead detail around the edges (more masculine). Here's the end product:




We also got the rug through Home Decorators. LOVE IT.


Here's the monster sideboard that we wish we could have baby sideboards with:


The saleslady asked us at least 3 times if our space was big enough for the piece to fit in. I told her it was a large room...we would be fine. When the guys came to deliver it, I said that I hoped they didn't have to move one like it too often! One of them said, "This is the 6th one we've delivered in the past 2 weeks. 3 of those 6 didn't fit through the front door when we got there." UGH. I can't even imagine! It's all one piece...it can't be disassembled in order to fit it into a space. WHY wouldn't people measure properly to figure that shit out before buying it??? It's not exactly a cheap investment, yo.

Anyway, moving on, the living room has been a fun space to coordinate with the kitchen/dining room, as well as the rest of the house. The couch has the "Mad Men" feel going for it, but it's very comfy. I like the natural feel thrown over the room by the giant rock fireplace wall and the wood cabinets that flank it. So I convinced Leo to allow me to go more of a natural route when it came to the coffee table, and picked up two stone coffee tables from West Elm that I think are actually meant for outdoor spaces, but I don't care. I asked my friends for their advice when I was looking for a table, and they all just loved these ones, and I agreed! They finally arrived this week...
So cute!



This green chair is what we call "the anniversary chair" as Leo picked it up for me last year, I think it was, for our anniversary. (Might've been 2 years ago, actually.) We'd seen it at a local consignment store in town called Revival when we were looking for a storage piece for our guest room at the old house. It was only $74, but it seemed like a useless splurge at the time since we didn't know how much we were going to need to spend on the thing we actually needed to buy. Plus, we didn't know where we'd put it!



We left it there, but we kept referring back to it when we talked about furniture we wanted to buy. And then Leo surprised me with it a few months later for our anniversary! I was so glad it was still at the store! We plan on reupholstering it when Leo learns how, but the fabric is really in great shape, and it's not so offensive now that it's next to all the rest of our things.


It needed a side table, though, as it's placed a bit too far from the coffee tables for them to be convenient for it. So I picked up that twisty wood number from a random catalog we got in the mail a couple weeks back called Viva Terra. I love random catalogs that have neat stuff!



The rug is from Flor, and it's called "a la mode" in the "rocky road" color. We love Flor tiles, dammit! The low-pile ones are so easy to clean, and they're very reasonably priced. I highly recommend them.



Anyway, that's what's new at our place so far. I love our house, and am glad we've settled so well into the place. More pictures to come, soon! I want to share the guest rooms, and the finished master bath and bedroom with y'all...

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Open letter to Toyota, and the "geniuses" that came up with the latest Prius commercial...

Dear Toyota & Toyota's advertising company,

That Prius commerical you recently released? With all the people that make up one BIG person that's getting out of bed and getting ready for work and then going out to get in its car?

It's CREEPY. I can't even watch the screen when it's being fast-forwarded through, it's so fucking creepy.

Please to be pulling the commercial from all air-times, and release something...less creepy. PLEASE.

Thanks,

Faith

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

I think this is when it's ok to say "YIKES"

We had a water line breakage at our house about a month and a half ago. We had no idea how long it had been running down the hill, but I'd imagine it was at least 5 hours that it went on for before we found it. And then it took 3 more to shut it off. (We had to call the water company to come turn it off, since it was at a main juncture in our sprinkler system. Shutting the water off in the house did nothing to help.)

I was a little worried about how bad our water bill was going to be, but I've managed to put it out of my mind until now.

I opened the water bill that came yesterday and saw that the previous bill was for 29,000 gallons. (That's for 2 months. We're billed on a bi-monthly basis.)

This bill was for 74,600 gallons.

::faints::

I just have to keep repeating to myself: I love our new house, I love our new house, I love our new house...

(I really do.)

(But DAMN.)


Here...for those curious about whether my numbers are off or not. A screen shot of the actual bill...
It was a LOT of water pouring down our hill! For many, many hours. ::sigh::

Friday, September 23, 2011

::bows down and kisses Friday's feet::

WHEW. The week is better as of today. Not just because the work week is over, but because it's just better, is all.

Which is good, because I was about to turn into a HELLBEAST, and release on all mankind (in the general south Johnson County area, anyway) with the wrath of my evilness!!!

Or I was on the verge of glutting myself with a turkey burger and fries lunch.

One of those two things were definitely close to happening before today!

But! I feel better now. ::giant, huge, happy sigh:: So no turkey burger and fries were had. And no evil wrath was...wrathed.

Should be a beautiful weekend for those of us here in the middle of the US, so hope y'all are able to enjoy it! I plan on cleaning out my fireplaces, and getting my hair done. And then I'll watch football.

Woot. :D

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

This is just something I need to get off my chest... (UPDATED)

I HATE MOVES AT WORK!

IHATEMOVESATWORK!

IHATEMOVESATWORK!

IHATEMOVESATWORK!

IHATEMOVESATWORK!

IHATEMOVESATWORK!

Hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE.

Any of you who are in a corporate environment where you've had to be shuffled for some reason of another due to building redesigns, or changes in organization size/duties, or just moved because it was time to move, or else everyone would turn into a zombie in their old location?

Yeah, the people who have to coordinate those moves are fucking ANGELS. Remember that. Remember that especially when they are working for 3 bosses, have PMS, have to help manage multiple fund raisers for a charity drive (that usually happens in October, but DAMMIT IT'S HAPPENING IN SEPTEMBER THIS YEAR FOR SOME REASON GAAAAH!), and at the same time are still doing their regular job which is already pretty stressful this time of year.

I know, I know...another work rant. Blah. I expect they should lighten up considerably in about 2 months.

Sorry.

UPDATE: Holy cow. A coworker in another office just emailed me in response to something I sent her earlier, and she said she hopes I'm well and that everything is going fine. Just...outta the blue. She said that in her note. No reason! Just being nice.

It made me get teary-eyed.

There is something WRONG with me, y'all! ::sigh::

Friday, September 16, 2011

Question for the locals/food bloggers/critics...

Last night, Leo said something about how Oklahoma Joe's was supposed to be opening a new location someplace in Leawood sometime this year.

"Shut UP," I replied. "I haven't heard a word about that! It can't be true!" I ran to the computer and looked it up, and wound up finding a KC Business Journal article from May 2011 about how they had submitted plans to take over the old TGI Friday's location on Roe at 119th St.

Thing is, I'm over there all the time to grab salads from the Hen House that semi-shares the parking lot with that building, and the only action I've seen around it is when people park in the empty lot to snarf down the McD's they picked up for lunch.

I've been racking my brain trying to think of a good concept for that empty building for a while now, and I am so. glad. that, if they can come to an agreement, OK Joe's will be going in there. I think it would be a wildly successful spot for them. I know I'd be in there all the damned time, anyway!

So, what say you local people in the food industry know? Why did I have to look this shit up? Why wasn't it reported on Fat City a while ago? Was it reported on Fat City, and I just missed it? That happens from time to time, I guess. And what's the latest word on the opening? Have they come to an agreement on the lease?

I know that not everyone loves Oklahoma Joe's, but I've always enjoyed them in the past when I've had them, even though I've never actually been to one of their restaurants in person! (I've had their food at catered events.) So I'm excited about this, personally. Give me the scoop, if you have it!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Belligerent drunkenness: not as fashionable as it used to be.

A while back, we had an incident here in Kansas City that involved a young dude getting beat up outside of a bar in a popular area in midtown called Westport.

On the surface, the story was pretty tragic. This guy (Brian Euston) was severely inebriated, apparently, and he was the last one of his friends to remain at the bar they’d been hanging out at that night. When he left, he was inexplicably beaten in a street not far from the bar, and he died of his injuries almost immediately.

No one really came forward to claim responsibility, as I recall. But the person who had attacked Brian was eventually discovered and charged with something that seemed appropriate for the level of crime that was committed.

The trial for the situation finally occurred this week. Stanford Griswold was being charged with involuntary manslaughter in the attack and subsequent death of Brian. Yesterday, the jury came back with a “not guilty” verdict.

I whole-heartedly agree with their decision, and am glad that Stanford and his family received the justice they deserved in this case.

Brian had been drinking in Kelly’s (a popular Westport bar, for some reason that I cannot manage to figure out myself. I hate that place…always full of assholes and douchebags) for 2 and a half hours. He and his friends didn’t even get there till midnight, which leads me to believe they might’ve been elsewhere for drinks prior to that.

It came to light during the trial that he wasn’t attacked just for the sake of being attacked. He was belligerent towards Stanford and Stanford’s girlfriend, to the point of approaching him/getting in his face and asking him things like, “What’s wrong with you?” and “Why do you look so mean?”

I’m not sure what Stanford looked like that night, but if some random person was all the sudden up in my face yelling at me, I might look a bit mean, too.

I’d be hard pressed not to react in SOME way toward the person, although in my personal background, the only belligerent drunk I’ve been incited to hit was my older sister. I socked her in the stomach once. In fact, we were at Kelly’s in Westport when it happened. It was many, many years ago when I’d just recently moved to KC. I was sober at the time, and she was pretty trashed, as I recall. She was picking at me for some reason or another, and I’d had about enough. I turned and socked her. I’m not proud of it, but it happened.

But I’ve had a few run ins with random drunk strangers over the last few months, and I have to say I don’t like it, particularly. But I don’t get to the point of wanting to hit them.

The last one that we encountered while hanging out at the Blue Moose, for example, was very odd, and was picking on me for absolutely no reason. Oh wait! I remember why he was picking on me…he was playing music on the jukebox, and he asked if we (me and Leo) minded country music. We said yeah, we did. He said something about him wanting to play it even more now! (Why’d he even ask, then???) Fortunately, he had his wife or girlfriend or whatever with him, and she managed to keep him under a relative amount of control.

The one before that was just an asshole from the beginning. He made snide remarks about me being an unhappy person, based on listening to me and Leo have a conversation about some feedback we’d received on our house that we were selling at the time, and over the course of the evening, he kept buying Leo shots he didn’t want, and getting drunker and drunker until the bartender told him he wasn’t serving him anything other than water for an hour. We left before he did, but apparently, he tried to run out on his $150 tab that night. The police found him and they were able to manage the situation from there, but still. ASS. HOLE.

Anyway, back to the case at hand…I feel bad for Brian’s family. But I feel like Stanford didn’t really do much of anything wrong, aside from giving in to his desire to put the smack down on the belligerent drunk that was harassing him for no apparent reason. I’m sure he wishes he could go back in time and NOT hit the dude, but what’s done is done. And I, for one, cannot blame him one bit for what happened to Brian that night.

I’m glad the whole “mystery” of it is solved, finally. And I hope our city can move on from the incident by learning a thing or two in the process.

(Yeah right!)

What?

I was behind a truck this morning on my way to work that had a bumper sticker on it that said:

"KANSAS: As bigoted as you think we are."

What? The? FUCK?

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

The Twin takes on the challenge of the "popcorn" chicken...

By the way, the Twin took it upon herself to go to KFC yesterday and get some popcorn chicken to see if there was any truth behind their advertising.

Unfortunately, she didn't look inside the pieces of popcorn chicken to see whether they were made of whole breast meat, as claimed in the commercial. She just was interested in the fact that they called it "popcorn" chicken when half the container wasn't exactly what we consider "popcorn" size. But I wanted to post the video anyway. Because she's awesome for going and doing that. :D


Triple the pain, triple the need for a vacation!

I work for 3 people now. I started out working for 1. I worked for him for 4 years, and then they added another dude to my plate. Not a problem...we've adjusted well, and have learned to manage our schedules around all the fun.

Then they added another dude to my list about 2 months ago.

The thing is, at my company, it's not unusual to run across many admins that work for more than 1, 2, or 3 people. I've met people who manage 5 before, and while that thought makes my stomach turn, they seemed to be ok with it.

In the past, I've managed a whole team of executives under the COO of a company. Meaning, I did their expenses, I helped with HR issues for their hiring/firing, and I took notes in their meetings, all while I assisted the COO with his calendar, expenses, travel arranging, and other meeting needs.

And I made him eat lunch every day, too. (He was my brother in law. So I had a personal interest in him getting the calories he needed in order to get through the day without biting my head off.)

My job at a mortgage company was sort of like that one for the COO, except I was in a regional VP's office, and I ran the processes and procedures for the region's branch locations. So I worked with anywhere from 9 - 15 managers when it came to their reporting, HR onboarding/offboarding, expenses (although I didn't do them for them, I still had to help them a lot), supply ordering, commission processing, and general office running needs. At the same time, I answered the phones in the regional office, managed the VP's calendar and email, handled all the HR files for our region (we were required to have a file for every employee in the region, past and present), ordering supplies for our office, shipping packages (that's a daily occurrence in mortgage offices), and somehow managed to find time to create this here blog in my "down time" that I had there many years ago.

Anyway, it was a "fun" 10 years.

And I was very happy to finally get a job working for just one person when I was hired by my current company.

And I was even ok with them adding another guy after 4 years. They're both great to work for. I like their teams. Sometimes, they might as well be speaking Greek when it comes to their topics of discussion in staff meetings, but I muddle through as best I can for those 1 hour periods each week.

The 3rd guy isn't terrible, by any means. But I think he's still trying to figure out what an admin can and cannot do for him, and it's relatively painful to say "no" to someone I'm supporting. Makes me feel bad/worthless.

BUT. Since he's not even able to fire me, I try to let it roll off my back.

Today, I'm feeling that whole "too many cooks in the kitchen" feeling. My original boss? He's fine. Couldn't be better. We're still functioning well together and getting shit done.

But the other boss is used to being a bit more...god, I don't know how to put it. But if it helps, when I was thinking about it, I did a scattered-type jazz hands motion at my monitor as I tried to come up with a specific term.

For instance, we're trying to pull together a large move that our team will be doing at the end of October. I'm the point of contact (or "POC") for my original boss's team, and for my new boss's team. The other guy that I just got assigned to 2 months ago already had someone working on it for his team, so I'm spared the pain of that.

Old boss's team has a new area assigned to it. So I sent out a map, and told the managers that we need to pick spaces for their employees to sit in, and we need to have a meeting next week to go over it quickly and painlessly. Done.

The NEW boss's team...they had another guy working on their space, for some reason. I don't know how or why he got involved since I'M THE POC FOR THAT TEAM, but it's now junked everything up, and is making an already difficult process even MORE of a pain in my ass.

And to top it all off, some dude out in our east coast office is trying to figure out how to get a lock for his docking station. I clarified, "Do you mean for your laptop?" No, they mean for their docking station. I said, "If people are having a problem with docking stations getting stolen out there, we need to report it to security. And also, what a weird thing to steal!" The response was that security used to do rounds on the building and leave notes/warnings when they found docking stations unlocked.

Um, no. They never have done that. They did that for LAPTOPS, seeing as they cost a significant amount of money, and have security-sensitive info on them, but not for docking stations. I didn't even know you could lock a docking station to the desk, for fuck's sake.

I started to respond to the email about how people had gotten warnings about leaving docking stations unlocked at one point in time, but then I just thought, "You know what? I don't fucking care." I really don't. I had a docking station sitting on my desk for 4 years without issue, and had it ever been stolen, I'd let security know and then I'd order a new one. I don't even have one for my current computer because I can just plug all the shit directly into it without the help of the docking station. Takes me an extra 30 seconds every morning and afternoon when I plug it in and when I unplug it. If I ever get tired of doing that, I'll ask my boss if I can spend the $72 and get a fucking docking station. Whatevs.

Anyway, I'm annoyed by work today. Not sure if that was obvious or not. Just thought I would share. And now I need to go figure out that move situation with another admin. So, hopefully this ending isn't too disjointed. GAH.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Um, you got your angle wrong, KFC.

Watched a lot of football this weekend. Yesterday, after the disaster that was the Chiefs game was over, we were watching the San Diego game, and then of course that awesome, awesome Jets game last night.

What a fucking fabulous weekend!

That said, I watched a few too many KFC commercials over and over, and got a little bothered by this new angle they've decided to attack other fast food places on.

What part of the chicken is a "nugget," they want to know?

And then they start talking about their "popcorn chicken" (which I had once back in 2000, and it sucked, btw) (I remember when it was because I was dating this one particular guy at the time, and we were only together during the year 2000, so that's how I can recall it) (not that anyone was obsessing over that part of this post, or anything...just wanted to clear it up, that that was pretty much the last time I can remember eating at a KFC), and how it's so much more superior to any nuggets that exist at other fast food places.

Um, so...what part of the chicken is "popcorn"?

Yeah, it's a dumb fucking commercial, is my point. People shouldn't eat that shit anyway, except on rare occassion, and if they do? I'm willing to bet that they don't give a flying shit whether they're eating a nugget made of meat pushed together and breaded, or a little popcorny bite of chicken that is basically a ruined crunchy horrible bit of chicken breast that has been fried to the point where it's only edible thanks to the help of a likely very fattening sauce that you dip it into to soften it up a little.

Just my 2 cents, anyway.

Friday, September 09, 2011

Nice try, Ho!

Yesterday, the Twin sent me a link to a video that she had found via our older sister's FB page, or wall, or whatever the hell it is that you call it.

Or maybe older sis posted it on Twin's wall? I really have no idea.

Anyway, she sent it to me via email, because she knows I'm not on FB, and wouldn't see it otherwise. And then she told me that everyone (her and older sis, at least) thinks I should create a fake name (like...Faith Smith, I guess?) and join FB with it, and just remain anonymous, if I wanna. So that I don't miss out on shit like this.

But here's the thing...I totally just saw this video posted over at Barefoot Foodie, and yeah, so I might not've watched it (again) had I not already seen it and planned on watching it (again) (because it is so. fucking. FUNNY.), but still.

Point being: I don't have to be on FB in order to get in on the basement level of the super-funny shit that deserves to go viral, dammit. I got in on this video when it had only been watched around 132,000 times. Now it's up to 252,000 views, and maybe it'll be up to 1 million by the end of next week. Who knows?

Eeevvviiil lunch time.

I just ran to pick up a little salad and my weekly Diet Coke from the grocery store near my work for lunch.

Total came to $6.66.

My immediate response was to say, "Well, that's creepy!" to the checkout girl. She didn't say anything at first, but after a second, she kind of chuckled.

I still don't know if she understood, but whatever. It's good customer service to agree with whatever crazy the customer may be spewing, right?

Anyway, I'm totally going to eat my evil salad and Diet Coke right now. Just wanted to warn you all about it. Mwahahahahahaha...

Thursday, September 08, 2011

It's a rear-ending. There really isn't any need to investigate it further. Chick ran into the dude. DONE.

I encounter a small amount of traffic every morning on my way to work at my intersection onto 119th street by my house. It's expected, and it's not a big deal.

This morning, though, I ran into THIS...
Not a HUGE deal, since a bunch of the impatient people in front of me kept turning out of line and heading back a different direction, but I decided to wait it out.

We were all stuck that way because the left lane was blocked by an accident. Not a horrifying, terrible accident, of course. Just your run of the mill rear-ending that can occur when you get too many people trying to get into the same lane to get onto a highway. I'm honestly surprised this is the 1st one I've run across in the 3 months we've lived in our new house!
Seriously, that white car had basically bumped into the gray mini-SUV in front of it. For me, it would have been an "Oops! Let's pull over and exchange info, and get on our way again..." kind of accident.

But for the people involved this morning, it was a call the police, have them block off a whole fucking lane of traffic during rush hour, and make several people late for work kind of accident.

Fucking assholes.

It only put me behind by about 7 minutes, but still, I found it all very odd. And I was bored, so I took pictures of it while I waited. You're welcome. :D

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

It feels like a run away kind of day.

After about 30 minutes of work today, I wanted to run away.

I totally want to be at a park, maybe eating some frozen yogurt while sitting in my car listening to music that makes me feel happy.

But not so much in the mood to be here at my desk. Or to go home.

Ever just have one of those days? ::sigh::

Thursday, September 01, 2011

Morrissey 2011 North American Tour dates/locations announced!

Can someone please explain to me why Morrissey apparently has some sort of love affair with Texas, but Kansas City totally gets shunned? We're very similar to Texas, really. Except for the drought, the heat, and all those people walkin' around with guns they have there.

Boo, Morrissey! BOOOOO.

Morrissey -- 2011 Tour Dates
Thursday November 10 CHICAGO IL Congress Theater
Monday November 14 SAN ANTONIO TX Majestic Theater
Tuesday November 15 AUSTIN TX Bass Hall
Thursday November 17 DALLAS TX McFarlin Memorial Auditorium
Saturday November 19 SANTA FE NM Santa Fe Center
Sunday November 20 PHOENIX AZ Orpheum Theater
Tuesday November 22 ESCONDIDO CA Center for the Arts
Friday November 25 LAS VEGAS NV The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas
Saturday November 26 LOS ANGELES CA Shrine Auditorium
Monday November 28 POMONA CA Fox Theater
Thursday December 1 OAKLAND CA Fox Theater
December 5 MONTERREY arena (7,200)
December 7 MEXICO CITY plaza condesa (1,800)
December 8 MEXICO CITY plaza condesa (1,800)
December 10 PUEBLA siglo XX1 (4,700)
December 12 GUADALAJARA diana (2,200)
December 13 GUADALAJARA diana (2,200)

I told Leo that I would look into this as soon as the info was available, since I haven't been to a Morrissey concert since the 90's, and he hasn't ever seen him live. I think it's just important that everyone see him live at least once, dammit.

If I could afford the time off, we'd go to Chicago to see him! But I've almost exhausted my allowed time at work this year, and I'm afraid to ask for unpaid hours from my boss(es). Also, I have a feeling that will be a messy concert to go to, anyway. Since he's not doing any performances on the east coast (weird?), I'm betting the Chicago and the Las Vegas ones will be the performances people travel from other states to see the most.

::sigh:: MAJOR SAD FACE.