Friday, January 30, 2004
For lack of anything better
You get The Friday Five:
You have just won one million dollars:
1. Who do you call first? Uh, duh... John, of course.
2. What is the first thing you buy for yourself? A condo in Rome, a beach house on the Redneck Riviera (Florida Gulf Shore) and a cabin in the woods in near a ski area (for John). Actually, I have champagne tastes, so you would better make this $10 million dollars. If I had only won $1 million, I guess I would just buy a house, a new car and pay off some debts.
3. What is the first thing you buy for someone else? The cabin in the woods near a ski area for John. Oh, and I'd pay off my parents' mortgage.
4. Do you give any away? If yes, to whom? Yes, 1/3 to various arts organizations, Planned Parenthood and NARAL.
5. Do you invest any? If so, how? Whatever is left would get invested - 80% in equities, diversified over many asset classes and 20% in debt instruments such as bonds and treasuries. I haven't worked in financial services for seven years and not picked up some knowledge!
You get The Friday Five:
You have just won one million dollars:
1. Who do you call first? Uh, duh... John, of course.
2. What is the first thing you buy for yourself? A condo in Rome, a beach house on the Redneck Riviera (Florida Gulf Shore) and a cabin in the woods in near a ski area (for John). Actually, I have champagne tastes, so you would better make this $10 million dollars. If I had only won $1 million, I guess I would just buy a house, a new car and pay off some debts.
3. What is the first thing you buy for someone else? The cabin in the woods near a ski area for John. Oh, and I'd pay off my parents' mortgage.
4. Do you give any away? If yes, to whom? Yes, 1/3 to various arts organizations, Planned Parenthood and NARAL.
5. Do you invest any? If so, how? Whatever is left would get invested - 80% in equities, diversified over many asset classes and 20% in debt instruments such as bonds and treasuries. I haven't worked in financial services for seven years and not picked up some knowledge!
You CAN go home again!
Was feeling very, very down by the grayness around me yesterday, so, on a whim and on the urging of my fiance, I checked the internet for a last minute deal to go home to New Orleans next weekend.
Lo and behold, there was a direct on USAir for $176. I called my friends to make sure the people that I really wanted to see were going to be around. Everyone was excited and I started to get excited too. My mom would be away on business, but everyone else would be around. Plus, on top of that, it was the weekend of Krewe Du Vieux parade and the huge after party thrown by my friends, the Revelers of the Krewe of Discordia (for info on the renegades of Discordia read the link down to the section under "Parade").
So, now, I sit here on pins and needles waiting from confirmation from my boss that I can have Friday and Monday off. Cross your fingers for me!
Was feeling very, very down by the grayness around me yesterday, so, on a whim and on the urging of my fiance, I checked the internet for a last minute deal to go home to New Orleans next weekend.
Lo and behold, there was a direct on USAir for $176. I called my friends to make sure the people that I really wanted to see were going to be around. Everyone was excited and I started to get excited too. My mom would be away on business, but everyone else would be around. Plus, on top of that, it was the weekend of Krewe Du Vieux parade and the huge after party thrown by my friends, the Revelers of the Krewe of Discordia (for info on the renegades of Discordia read the link down to the section under "Parade").
So, now, I sit here on pins and needles waiting from confirmation from my boss that I can have Friday and Monday off. Cross your fingers for me!
Thursday, January 29, 2004
Oh, the places I've been
I have traveled, but not nearly enough.
Create your own visited country map
Suprisingly, I've traveled less in the States than abroad.
Create your own visited states map
Thanks to Dahl for the link.
I have traveled, but not nearly enough.
Create your own visited country map
Suprisingly, I've traveled less in the States than abroad.
Create your own visited states map
Thanks to Dahl for the link.
Dreaming
Some of you are going to get this and some of you are not. I don't care at this point 'cause it has to be said.
Last night, I was laying on the squishy neoprene floaty thingie in my pool at the Papillion. I had my eyes closed and every once in a while, I let them open about an eighth of the way so that the sun would leave yellow dots on the insides of my eyelids. My fingers trailed in the water at my side and I was being lulled to sleep. Bob Marley was on the radio and John was upstairs making margaritas with fresh Pontchatoula strawberries.
Then I f*#@ing woke up.
I'm tired. I'm really, really tired. Call it what you will. Call it Seasonal Affective Disorder, call it rage. I wanted to kill the woman sitting next to me on the train this morning for breathing too loud. I can't take it anymore. I need to see some sun. Not this weak-ass piss yellow thing glinting off the brown slush that's everywhere. Real sun.
I need to see some grass and some flowers. I'm tired of looking at naked trees and the few brown leaves clinging to them. I need to feel some warmth.
Is this the way people feel before they snap for good? Am I this close to going completely insane? I need to get out of here.
I need help.
Some of you are going to get this and some of you are not. I don't care at this point 'cause it has to be said.
Last night, I was laying on the squishy neoprene floaty thingie in my pool at the Papillion. I had my eyes closed and every once in a while, I let them open about an eighth of the way so that the sun would leave yellow dots on the insides of my eyelids. My fingers trailed in the water at my side and I was being lulled to sleep. Bob Marley was on the radio and John was upstairs making margaritas with fresh Pontchatoula strawberries.
Then I f*#@ing woke up.
I'm tired. I'm really, really tired. Call it what you will. Call it Seasonal Affective Disorder, call it rage. I wanted to kill the woman sitting next to me on the train this morning for breathing too loud. I can't take it anymore. I need to see some sun. Not this weak-ass piss yellow thing glinting off the brown slush that's everywhere. Real sun.
I need to see some grass and some flowers. I'm tired of looking at naked trees and the few brown leaves clinging to them. I need to feel some warmth.
Is this the way people feel before they snap for good? Am I this close to going completely insane? I need to get out of here.
I need help.
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
Daniella vs. Old Man Winter
I'm done with winter. Really, I am. I've simply HAD ENOUGH.
Tomorrow, in order to gently explain to Old Man Winter that he is, like, so over, I am going to wear a really cute spring outfit.
Tomorrow, I will break out my cute blue suede Via Spiga wedge sandals, my little blue sundress and a straw hat. Maybe, in a nod to the expected 10 inches of snow that may fall overnight, I may throw on a baby blue, crochet cardigan.
Take THAT, Winter.
I'm done with winter. Really, I am. I've simply HAD ENOUGH.
Tomorrow, in order to gently explain to Old Man Winter that he is, like, so over, I am going to wear a really cute spring outfit.
Tomorrow, I will break out my cute blue suede Via Spiga wedge sandals, my little blue sundress and a straw hat. Maybe, in a nod to the expected 10 inches of snow that may fall overnight, I may throw on a baby blue, crochet cardigan.
Take THAT, Winter.
Death to all.... socks?
I have a real problem with socks. I know, I know, you're thinking to yourself, "Self, what kind of moron has a problem with socks?"
Well, for one, I do.
First of all, I'm tired of having to make my weekly offering to the Sock Gods. Oh, you don't know about that? Ever notice how every time you do the laundry, at least one sock does not survive to tell the tale? Well, that's your sacrifice to the Sock Gods. I'm sick and tired of having six hundred mismatched socks. I think I've given enough to the damn Sock Gods, but I'm afraid that if I anger them by not making my weekly offering, they will take something more important, like my On Gossamer thongs or something equally expensive. I guess I could hand wash my clothes... but, really, who has the time?
Secondly, I seem to have yet to master this whole wearing-of socks thing. No matter what socks I have on and no matter what shoes I have on, the socks seem to work themselves down into a ball at my toes within a matter of minutes. My poor naked heels get all abraded and my toes are all squished. Don't ask me why this happens, it just does.
I have come to one conclusion. Socks just don't like me, and for this, they must all die.
I have a real problem with socks. I know, I know, you're thinking to yourself, "Self, what kind of moron has a problem with socks?"
Well, for one, I do.
First of all, I'm tired of having to make my weekly offering to the Sock Gods. Oh, you don't know about that? Ever notice how every time you do the laundry, at least one sock does not survive to tell the tale? Well, that's your sacrifice to the Sock Gods. I'm sick and tired of having six hundred mismatched socks. I think I've given enough to the damn Sock Gods, but I'm afraid that if I anger them by not making my weekly offering, they will take something more important, like my On Gossamer thongs or something equally expensive. I guess I could hand wash my clothes... but, really, who has the time?
Secondly, I seem to have yet to master this whole wearing-of socks thing. No matter what socks I have on and no matter what shoes I have on, the socks seem to work themselves down into a ball at my toes within a matter of minutes. My poor naked heels get all abraded and my toes are all squished. Don't ask me why this happens, it just does.
I have come to one conclusion. Socks just don't like me, and for this, they must all die.
Monday, January 26, 2004
Quick Golden Globes Wrap Up
Am very, very busy so this is a micro-post. I could go on, but I'm sure Heather Havrilesky over at Salon has already done it better (I know Jen Chung has...).
So, here goes.
First of all, I have to say that John makes a lousy girlfriend. He could care less what they're wearing. He thought I was completely overreacting when I mentioned how cracked out Nicole looked in her Vegas-hooker-cum-flapper outfit. He didn't even blink an eye when I discussed in infinite detail why I thought the usually fabulous Gwen Stefani resembled the alien in Aliens with that horrific hairdo (did I say hairdo? I meant hair-don't Just say no to the scary hair conehead look, kids!). He finally left the room.
Which freed me to call all my girlfriends back in The Land That Care Forgot, aka New Orleans and cackle about the god awful outfits and positively frightening shellacked hair.
Where have all the stylish stars gone? Or has Paris Hilton's sense of style taken over? Oh god, that's a reality way too nightmarish to ponder. I have to go gouge my eyes out.
Am very, very busy so this is a micro-post. I could go on, but I'm sure Heather Havrilesky over at Salon has already done it better (I know Jen Chung has...).
So, here goes.
First of all, I have to say that John makes a lousy girlfriend. He could care less what they're wearing. He thought I was completely overreacting when I mentioned how cracked out Nicole looked in her Vegas-hooker-cum-flapper outfit. He didn't even blink an eye when I discussed in infinite detail why I thought the usually fabulous Gwen Stefani resembled the alien in Aliens with that horrific hairdo (did I say hairdo? I meant hair-don't Just say no to the scary hair conehead look, kids!). He finally left the room.
Which freed me to call all my girlfriends back in The Land That Care Forgot, aka New Orleans and cackle about the god awful outfits and positively frightening shellacked hair.
Where have all the stylish stars gone? Or has Paris Hilton's sense of style taken over? Oh god, that's a reality way too nightmarish to ponder. I have to go gouge my eyes out.
Saturday, January 24, 2004
Quick update on the NYC Blogger Bash
I had a lovely time and met some really nice people. We left early because I had over-scheduled thinking that the party would be full of Williamsburg twenty-something hipsters, but I was wrong. Next time, I won't double book. I met the sweet Dahlia, who is even more charming in person than she is on her blog. I briefly met Fish, though I didn't get to talk to her for long. I met Mike Wolf and Stephanie Klein, who were both a great deal of fun to talk to. John's highlight of the night was getting to meet Jen of Gothamist fame. There were others, but since I was only there for about an hour, I didn't get everyone's blogs addresses to link to them.
One note, however... Jake was busily snapping away with the ol' digital camera. There are three pictures of me on his website, but the last picture is of me with my back turned to Stephanie Klein (the stunning redhead) and I had, um... the low-rise pants issue. The first picture is of Paul, who organized the event and pic two is of yours truly and John (he's the one in the blue sweater - ain't he cute?).
We finished the evening with some friends at Dusk, and then a hilarious dinner at the Trailer Park Diner with Melissa and Sanford. All I have to say to those two is...
"a sex stool does not a sex midget make!"
Thanks, all, for the fantastic evening!!
I had a lovely time and met some really nice people. We left early because I had over-scheduled thinking that the party would be full of Williamsburg twenty-something hipsters, but I was wrong. Next time, I won't double book. I met the sweet Dahlia, who is even more charming in person than she is on her blog. I briefly met Fish, though I didn't get to talk to her for long. I met Mike Wolf and Stephanie Klein, who were both a great deal of fun to talk to. John's highlight of the night was getting to meet Jen of Gothamist fame. There were others, but since I was only there for about an hour, I didn't get everyone's blogs addresses to link to them.
One note, however... Jake was busily snapping away with the ol' digital camera. There are three pictures of me on his website, but the last picture is of me with my back turned to Stephanie Klein (the stunning redhead) and I had, um... the low-rise pants issue. The first picture is of Paul, who organized the event and pic two is of yours truly and John (he's the one in the blue sweater - ain't he cute?).
We finished the evening with some friends at Dusk, and then a hilarious dinner at the Trailer Park Diner with Melissa and Sanford. All I have to say to those two is...
"a sex stool does not a sex midget make!"
Thanks, all, for the fantastic evening!!
Cheater
Look, I have to confess. Really, I do. I've fallen for someone else. Hard.
"Gasp," you gasp. "You wanton slut! You harlot! You jezebel! You have a wonderful man already. How could you fall for someone else?"
Well, I can't help it. I want them both. My fiancee and my... my... my Auxillary Boyfriend.
My Auxilliary Boyfriend is warm and quiet. He doesn't say much. Actually, he doesn't say anything at all. He doesn't mind when I make him sleep at the foot of the bed to keep my feet warm. He doesn't steal the covers in the middle of the night like a certain someone (and you know who you are and if you keep doing it, you're going to be woken up with a kick to the head. Peace out.). He doesn't mind if I ignore him for hours to go play on the computer or talk to my girlfriends on the phone. He doesn't get jealous. Frankly, he asks for nothing from me in return.
So, you can see why I've fallen for Auxillary Boyfriend. I think John will understand.
Look, I have to confess. Really, I do. I've fallen for someone else. Hard.
"Gasp," you gasp. "You wanton slut! You harlot! You jezebel! You have a wonderful man already. How could you fall for someone else?"
Well, I can't help it. I want them both. My fiancee and my... my... my Auxillary Boyfriend.
My Auxilliary Boyfriend is warm and quiet. He doesn't say much. Actually, he doesn't say anything at all. He doesn't mind when I make him sleep at the foot of the bed to keep my feet warm. He doesn't steal the covers in the middle of the night like a certain someone (and you know who you are and if you keep doing it, you're going to be woken up with a kick to the head. Peace out.). He doesn't mind if I ignore him for hours to go play on the computer or talk to my girlfriends on the phone. He doesn't get jealous. Frankly, he asks for nothing from me in return.
So, you can see why I've fallen for Auxillary Boyfriend. I think John will understand.
Friday, January 23, 2004
This Just In
Just received this in an email from my mother, of all people:
ANOTHER STUDY
A study conducted by UCLA's Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of male face a woman finds attractive can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle.
For instance, if she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features.
However, if she is menstruating, or menopausal, she is more prone to be attracted to a man with scissors lodged in his temple and a bat jammed up his ass while he is on fire.
Further studies are expected.
Thanks, mom!
Just received this in an email from my mother, of all people:
ANOTHER STUDY
A study conducted by UCLA's Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of male face a woman finds attractive can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle.
For instance, if she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features.
However, if she is menstruating, or menopausal, she is more prone to be attracted to a man with scissors lodged in his temple and a bat jammed up his ass while he is on fire.
Further studies are expected.
Thanks, mom!
Thursday, January 22, 2004
Random thoughts pieced together in no particular order
This evening, while waiting for the train in Newark, I watched a man, um, touching himself inappropriately. We were all standing on the platform. Mind you, this is 5:45 PM in downtown Newark - the height of rush hour. There are about 100 of us waiting for various trains. I notice this guy because of the way his eyes keep flitting about. He looks around, the surreptitiously opens his coat a twiddles (is that a word?) his nipples. I watched him do this at least 3 times. Dude, if you have to massage your nipples on the train platform, you have a serious problem. The funny part was that this guy looked professional - middle management type with a tie on.
I wore a fleece hoodie to work today. Normally, I'm a bit more put together, but a certain someone has not dropped off the dry cleaning, plus all the higher ups were at an offsite meeting. So I went to work tes, tres casual. All day I had various songs running through my head with the lyrics changed to use the word "hoodie":
"Hot Child in the Hoodie"
"You belong to the Hoodie"
"Hoodie - Day, celebrate"
It was ok, until I realized I was singing them out loud.
This evening, while waiting for the train in Newark, I watched a man, um, touching himself inappropriately. We were all standing on the platform. Mind you, this is 5:45 PM in downtown Newark - the height of rush hour. There are about 100 of us waiting for various trains. I notice this guy because of the way his eyes keep flitting about. He looks around, the surreptitiously opens his coat a twiddles (is that a word?) his nipples. I watched him do this at least 3 times. Dude, if you have to massage your nipples on the train platform, you have a serious problem. The funny part was that this guy looked professional - middle management type with a tie on.
I wore a fleece hoodie to work today. Normally, I'm a bit more put together, but a certain someone has not dropped off the dry cleaning, plus all the higher ups were at an offsite meeting. So I went to work tes, tres casual. All day I had various songs running through my head with the lyrics changed to use the word "hoodie":
"Hot Child in the Hoodie"
"You belong to the Hoodie"
"Hoodie - Day, celebrate"
It was ok, until I realized I was singing them out loud.
Since my previous post was so serious...
I bring you this. Go ahead. Really. Click on it. It won't hurt you to look just this once...
I bring you this. Go ahead. Really. Click on it. It won't hurt you to look just this once...
On the Anniversary of Roe v. Wade
I don't know how I feel personally about abortion. I know if I was pregnant right now, I would be overjoyed. About a year ahead of schedule, but that would be ok. But how would I have felt a five years ago? Single, coming out of a horrible relationship where the man I was with cheated on me constantly and I wasn't making enough money to support a child? I feel lucky that I never had to face a choice like that.
Regardless of how you personally view abortion, how can anyone really believe that it is someone else's right to make that decision for you? I may never consider getting an abortion for myself, but I would fight to the end for YOUR right to make that choice for yourself.
I rarely write about topics this divisive because that isn't really the focus of this blog. So, if you disagree, let's disagree.
But if you agree with me, please do everything that you can to keep this anniversary from being the last one for the landmark Roe v. Wade decision. This administration is hell bent on taking away our freedom to make decisions about our own bodies - something in which the government should NEVER have a say. Please don't allow them to have four more years to erode our rights.
Here's a good place to start if you would like to become more active. Please join me and many others in the fight to preserve our right to choose!
I don't know how I feel personally about abortion. I know if I was pregnant right now, I would be overjoyed. About a year ahead of schedule, but that would be ok. But how would I have felt a five years ago? Single, coming out of a horrible relationship where the man I was with cheated on me constantly and I wasn't making enough money to support a child? I feel lucky that I never had to face a choice like that.
Regardless of how you personally view abortion, how can anyone really believe that it is someone else's right to make that decision for you? I may never consider getting an abortion for myself, but I would fight to the end for YOUR right to make that choice for yourself.
I rarely write about topics this divisive because that isn't really the focus of this blog. So, if you disagree, let's disagree.
But if you agree with me, please do everything that you can to keep this anniversary from being the last one for the landmark Roe v. Wade decision. This administration is hell bent on taking away our freedom to make decisions about our own bodies - something in which the government should NEVER have a say. Please don't allow them to have four more years to erode our rights.
Here's a good place to start if you would like to become more active. Please join me and many others in the fight to preserve our right to choose!
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Do you think they'll like me? I mean, really, really like me?
OK, I'm getting geared up for Friday's Big Apple Blogger Bash where I 'll get to meet some of my favorite blog writers. People like Fish and Dahl and maybe even IA, Brendan and Krissa... People whose inner thoughts and opinions I read and respect.
So, the question... what do I wear?
OK, I'm getting geared up for Friday's Big Apple Blogger Bash where I 'll get to meet some of my favorite blog writers. People like Fish and Dahl and maybe even IA, Brendan and Krissa... People whose inner thoughts and opinions I read and respect.
So, the question... what do I wear?
Just call me Ol' Crusty
I am a delicate southern flower (yeah, right!). I am used to the hot, humid weather of New Orleans. The cold bothers me. Actually, let me clarify, the cold bothers my skin.
Since about late November, my skin has gotten drier and drier. Nothing I do seems to make it any better. I've resorted to baby oil and even that does not seem to help. I've gotten to the point where I look like I have a sunburn because my skin is so dry, it's peeling. I don't know what to do. Last night, it itched so bad that I went into a scratching fit the likes of which I have never experienced.
So, you experienced cold weather people, what the hell do I do?
I am a delicate southern flower (yeah, right!). I am used to the hot, humid weather of New Orleans. The cold bothers me. Actually, let me clarify, the cold bothers my skin.
Since about late November, my skin has gotten drier and drier. Nothing I do seems to make it any better. I've resorted to baby oil and even that does not seem to help. I've gotten to the point where I look like I have a sunburn because my skin is so dry, it's peeling. I don't know what to do. Last night, it itched so bad that I went into a scratching fit the likes of which I have never experienced.
So, you experienced cold weather people, what the hell do I do?
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
Just Call Me a School Nerd
Today is the first day of school. I am so excited. I know, I know. I'm pathetic and you hate me. Don't worry, you'll hate me more if you read on.
But really, I love school. I got really, really good grades in high school. I even went to undergraduate on an academic scholarship. I was a National Merit Scholar. Ok, you really hate me now, right? Read on...
I don't study very much. I have fantastic test taking skills and have extremely good retention of stuff I read. I can recite passages from books back to you pretty much word for word after I have read them. Now, you despise me, mais non?
Here's the kicker... it's not driven by my thirst for knowledge (though, there's that too). Nor is it driven by my quest to move up in my career (but that's definitely part of it). No, the reason I wanted to go to grad school is because I missed the instant gratification and competitiveness of it.
I enjoy the fact that you take a test and... BOOM... you get the instant gratification of a grade a week later (or even less). I love being the one the professor really talks to, the one the other students ask for help. I love being the smart one. The one at the top of the class.
Now, I know you really, really, really hate me.
Today is the first day of school. I am so excited. I know, I know. I'm pathetic and you hate me. Don't worry, you'll hate me more if you read on.
But really, I love school. I got really, really good grades in high school. I even went to undergraduate on an academic scholarship. I was a National Merit Scholar. Ok, you really hate me now, right? Read on...
I don't study very much. I have fantastic test taking skills and have extremely good retention of stuff I read. I can recite passages from books back to you pretty much word for word after I have read them. Now, you despise me, mais non?
Here's the kicker... it's not driven by my thirst for knowledge (though, there's that too). Nor is it driven by my quest to move up in my career (but that's definitely part of it). No, the reason I wanted to go to grad school is because I missed the instant gratification and competitiveness of it.
I enjoy the fact that you take a test and... BOOM... you get the instant gratification of a grade a week later (or even less). I love being the one the professor really talks to, the one the other students ask for help. I love being the smart one. The one at the top of the class.
Now, I know you really, really, really hate me.
Monday, January 19, 2004
I'm turning into my mother
First of all, keep your comments to yourself, Mr. Brown. Ok, now back to the post.
Today, I have a holiday. John has to work and my car is at my office, where it has lived for about three weeks because I have free, covered parking and I have been taking the train since it got cold and icy. I talked to John this morning at about 8:45 AM (see, even when I don't have to get up, I can't manage to sleep past about 8:15 AM) and considered taking the train into the City to go to the museums or just wander around.
So, what have I done so far today instead of enjoying my day off?
Cleaned the cat litter
Did dishes
Re-washed all the pots and pans, because they just didn't seem clean enough
Swept and mopped kitchen floor
Changed cat litter and disinfected litter box
Re-alphabetized our CDs
...and, it's only noon.
Next up, laundry!
Someone, please tell me what's wrong with me?
First of all, keep your comments to yourself, Mr. Brown. Ok, now back to the post.
Today, I have a holiday. John has to work and my car is at my office, where it has lived for about three weeks because I have free, covered parking and I have been taking the train since it got cold and icy. I talked to John this morning at about 8:45 AM (see, even when I don't have to get up, I can't manage to sleep past about 8:15 AM) and considered taking the train into the City to go to the museums or just wander around.
So, what have I done so far today instead of enjoying my day off?
Cleaned the cat litter
Did dishes
Re-washed all the pots and pans, because they just didn't seem clean enough
Swept and mopped kitchen floor
Changed cat litter and disinfected litter box
Re-alphabetized our CDs
...and, it's only noon.
Next up, laundry!
Someone, please tell me what's wrong with me?
Searching for the elusive invite
Now that the two most telegenic quarterbacks in the league are going to the Superbowl (c'mon, how attractive are Jake Delhomme and Tom Brady? The NFL can get record numbers of women interested in watching the Big Show in Houston if they just show promos of Jakey and Tommy with their shirts off, looking sweaty and pensive!), I am searching for just the right Superbowl party to attend on February 1st. My fiance's friends will probably throw one, but if the NYE party was any indication, I would have more fun staying home picking my nose. So, feel free to send Superbowl invites to my email inbox... I will come with martini fixings and trust me, I can liven up any party.
Go, Panthers!
Now that the two most telegenic quarterbacks in the league are going to the Superbowl (c'mon, how attractive are Jake Delhomme and Tom Brady? The NFL can get record numbers of women interested in watching the Big Show in Houston if they just show promos of Jakey and Tommy with their shirts off, looking sweaty and pensive!), I am searching for just the right Superbowl party to attend on February 1st. My fiance's friends will probably throw one, but if the NYE party was any indication, I would have more fun staying home picking my nose. So, feel free to send Superbowl invites to my email inbox... I will come with martini fixings and trust me, I can liven up any party.
Go, Panthers!
Sunday, January 18, 2004
Colts Pull a "Gandalf"
I'm watching the Colts/Patriots game... after a botched onside kick by the Colts, the defense just "pulled a Gandalf" - that's Daniella-ism for saying "You shall not pass!" (get it? Like Gandalf the wizard said to the balrock in The Fellowship of the Ring) - and held the Pats to three-and-out. It's the two minute warning as I blog this... update later. Go, Colts!
Oh, and by the way, if I did, indeed, make up "the Gandalf," any sports writer that dares to use it will henceforth be forced to pay me a royalty. I take mine in expensive shoes, please.
Oh, never mind
Colts offense failed to capitalize on the defense's great last stand and the Pats are going to the big show. Again. Feh.
I'm watching the Colts/Patriots game... after a botched onside kick by the Colts, the defense just "pulled a Gandalf" - that's Daniella-ism for saying "You shall not pass!" (get it? Like Gandalf the wizard said to the balrock in The Fellowship of the Ring) - and held the Pats to three-and-out. It's the two minute warning as I blog this... update later. Go, Colts!
Oh, and by the way, if I did, indeed, make up "the Gandalf," any sports writer that dares to use it will henceforth be forced to pay me a royalty. I take mine in expensive shoes, please.
Oh, never mind
Colts offense failed to capitalize on the defense's great last stand and the Pats are going to the big show. Again. Feh.
The dichotomy of being restless and lazy
I have a major wanderlust on. It's a little warmer than it has been, lovely large snowflakes are coming down, it's quiet and calm outside and I have a new pair of ski pants and my now-broken-in snow boots. John's off playing hockey (I was supposed to go play with him and his buddies, but when we went to go buy me ice skates, there were none in my size) and I want to go somewhere and do something.
I want to make myself a thermos of cocoa, through on warm clothes and go tromp around. I want to chase deer up at Eagle Rock park and make snow angels. I want to hold my tongue out and catch the snowflakes. I want to laugh and laugh and laugh as I fall in the snow drifts.
Only I won't.
Because what is wrong with this picture is that even though I want to do all these things really badly... there's no one to do it with and, somehow, it doesn't seem worth it to do it alone.
I hate being away from all my friends.
I have a major wanderlust on. It's a little warmer than it has been, lovely large snowflakes are coming down, it's quiet and calm outside and I have a new pair of ski pants and my now-broken-in snow boots. John's off playing hockey (I was supposed to go play with him and his buddies, but when we went to go buy me ice skates, there were none in my size) and I want to go somewhere and do something.
I want to make myself a thermos of cocoa, through on warm clothes and go tromp around. I want to chase deer up at Eagle Rock park and make snow angels. I want to hold my tongue out and catch the snowflakes. I want to laugh and laugh and laugh as I fall in the snow drifts.
Only I won't.
Because what is wrong with this picture is that even though I want to do all these things really badly... there's no one to do it with and, somehow, it doesn't seem worth it to do it alone.
I hate being away from all my friends.
Friday, January 16, 2004
Unbelievable
It is beyond comprehension to me how very low this administration will stoop. They just decided to bypass the entire judicial appointment process to appoint another fundamentalist zealot to the bench. In New Orleans, no less. Read all about it here.
It is beyond comprehension to me how very low this administration will stoop. They just decided to bypass the entire judicial appointment process to appoint another fundamentalist zealot to the bench. In New Orleans, no less. Read all about it here.
Your Semi-occasional, Weekly Update... What's She Wearing Now?
Look, people... even I occasionally look less than fabulous. Is that clear. It's freakin' a zillion degrees below zero today. And I ride the train. I have to wait outside for my company's shuttle to pick me up from the train station. Today, I waited 20 minutes. In weather that was a zillion degrees below zero.
I'm wearing... olive green corduroy cargo pants splattered with paint from when I painted the children's rec center in the 9th Ward (volunteer project two years ago), a white ribbed t-shirt (don't make any funny comments about the word 'ribbed' - I can hear you!), a black v-neck sweater, blue knee socks (it's brrrrrrr cold outside!) and my brand spankin' new snow boots (they're so ugly, they're cute!).
That ensemble is topped by my handknitted (thanks, mom!) beige and silver hat with metal bobbles on top, a fuzzy moa boa in dark purple, black knit gloves, black leather cashmere lined gloves (over the knit ones because you can never have too much luxury) and my gorgeous charcoal grey shearling three quarter length coat.
See, I still managed a certain frigid chic, yes?
Look, people... even I occasionally look less than fabulous. Is that clear. It's freakin' a zillion degrees below zero today. And I ride the train. I have to wait outside for my company's shuttle to pick me up from the train station. Today, I waited 20 minutes. In weather that was a zillion degrees below zero.
I'm wearing... olive green corduroy cargo pants splattered with paint from when I painted the children's rec center in the 9th Ward (volunteer project two years ago), a white ribbed t-shirt (don't make any funny comments about the word 'ribbed' - I can hear you!), a black v-neck sweater, blue knee socks (it's brrrrrrr cold outside!) and my brand spankin' new snow boots (they're so ugly, they're cute!).
That ensemble is topped by my handknitted (thanks, mom!) beige and silver hat with metal bobbles on top, a fuzzy moa boa in dark purple, black knit gloves, black leather cashmere lined gloves (over the knit ones because you can never have too much luxury) and my gorgeous charcoal grey shearling three quarter length coat.
See, I still managed a certain frigid chic, yes?
Thursday, January 15, 2004
You may begin kissing my a$$ now...
Yes. I. Am.
On the voting panel for the Weblog Awards, The Bloggies.
No. I can't tell you who the finalists in each category are. No, I can't be bought. Not even with beautiful shoes. Well, maybe with really beautiful shoes.
Oh, and yes, I did nominate you. Most of you. If you're on my blogroll, I really did nominate most of you for something. Especially Kara and Kristi - because they're in my bloggaggle.
No, really... I can't be bought, but you can certainly try by sending me Manolo Blahniks and Charles Davids and ... oh, crap... no. Really. My vote is not for sale.
Yes. I. Am.
On the voting panel for the Weblog Awards, The Bloggies.
No. I can't tell you who the finalists in each category are. No, I can't be bought. Not even with beautiful shoes. Well, maybe with really beautiful shoes.
Oh, and yes, I did nominate you. Most of you. If you're on my blogroll, I really did nominate most of you for something. Especially Kara and Kristi - because they're in my bloggaggle.
No, really... I can't be bought, but you can certainly try by sending me Manolo Blahniks and Charles Davids and ... oh, crap... no. Really. My vote is not for sale.
Conversations for the New Record Lows
Last night, as John and I were watching the news, the weatherman said that overnight lows were to be about 2 degrees with a windchill of -15 degrees. I looked out the window... icy snow was coming down, frozen pigeons were falling out of the sky... (ok, I made that last part up). John and I had the following exchange:
Daniella: Ok, honey... go get in bed and lie on my side to get it warm. When it's nice and toasty, you yell and I'll make a quick run for it. (Our bedroom has a big bay window and is about 20 degrees colder than the rest of the house no matter what we do.)
John: Ok.
(five minutes later)
John: It's warm... come run.
(five minutes later)
John: Daniella... where are you?
Daniella: (making a running dive for the bed from the door of the bedroom) I was in the bathroom trying to get every last bit of liquid out of my body.
John: why?
Daniella: 'Cause if I have to go to the bathroom during the night, I'm going in the bed.
Stay warm, ya'll!
Last night, as John and I were watching the news, the weatherman said that overnight lows were to be about 2 degrees with a windchill of -15 degrees. I looked out the window... icy snow was coming down, frozen pigeons were falling out of the sky... (ok, I made that last part up). John and I had the following exchange:
Daniella: Ok, honey... go get in bed and lie on my side to get it warm. When it's nice and toasty, you yell and I'll make a quick run for it. (Our bedroom has a big bay window and is about 20 degrees colder than the rest of the house no matter what we do.)
John: Ok.
(five minutes later)
John: It's warm... come run.
(five minutes later)
John: Daniella... where are you?
Daniella: (making a running dive for the bed from the door of the bedroom) I was in the bathroom trying to get every last bit of liquid out of my body.
John: why?
Daniella: 'Cause if I have to go to the bathroom during the night, I'm going in the bed.
Stay warm, ya'll!
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
Update on the Girl-date
To all of you who have sent me emails asking me why I have not posted anything about what happened on my innocent (or not so innocent) girl date on Saturday night.
Well, remember my mother reads this blog. Let's just say there are pictures. No, I won't post them. It was oodles of fun. We ruled that club. We rocked that restaurant/bar. We own it!
My favorite moment of the evening...
My response to the asshat who told me to "show my tits" after finding out I was from New Orleans:
"Asshole, we are a soccer team. We know how to kick balls. Hard. Don't piss me off!"
To all of you who have sent me emails asking me why I have not posted anything about what happened on my innocent (or not so innocent) girl date on Saturday night.
Well, remember my mother reads this blog. Let's just say there are pictures. No, I won't post them. It was oodles of fun. We ruled that club. We rocked that restaurant/bar. We own it!
My favorite moment of the evening...
My response to the asshat who told me to "show my tits" after finding out I was from New Orleans:
"Asshole, we are a soccer team. We know how to kick balls. Hard. Don't piss me off!"
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
You heard it here first...
The Superbowl will be the Colts vs. the Panthers. Not because I think it will really turn out that way (everyone thinks it will be Eagles vs. Patriots), but because it would make a great story. I can see sports writers drooling already...
"The Battle of the Louisiana Quarterbacks!"
"Although the Saints have never been to the Big Show, two quarterbacks with ties to the Saints are competing for this year's title!"
"Insert your overblown sports headline here!"
For those of you who live under a rock, Peyton Manning, the Indianapolis Colts' QB, is the son of Archie Manning, arguably the most famous former New Orleans Saint. He also grew up in New Orleans and played for Isidore Newman High School. Jake Delhomme, the Carolina Panthers' QB, is a former Saint and played back up for Saints' QB Aaron Brooks until this season. He is a local boy made good from Lafayette, LA and played for ULL.
Could make for a great game.
The Superbowl will be the Colts vs. the Panthers. Not because I think it will really turn out that way (everyone thinks it will be Eagles vs. Patriots), but because it would make a great story. I can see sports writers drooling already...
"The Battle of the Louisiana Quarterbacks!"
"Although the Saints have never been to the Big Show, two quarterbacks with ties to the Saints are competing for this year's title!"
"Insert your overblown sports headline here!"
For those of you who live under a rock, Peyton Manning, the Indianapolis Colts' QB, is the son of Archie Manning, arguably the most famous former New Orleans Saint. He also grew up in New Orleans and played for Isidore Newman High School. Jake Delhomme, the Carolina Panthers' QB, is a former Saint and played back up for Saints' QB Aaron Brooks until this season. He is a local boy made good from Lafayette, LA and played for ULL.
Could make for a great game.
Monday, January 12, 2004
A Message to the Men on the Train
Guys, if it's going, let it go.
Don't comb it forward. Don't comb it over. God forbid, don't pull a Donald and do that weird loop and swoop. (Trust me, guys, the only reason you see Donald Trump with attractive women on his arm is because he is rich. Very rich. And you are not. If you were, you would not be riding the train, you would have a driver. Plus, do you really want that kind of a woman?).
Do this. Have your wife/girlfriend/significant other or mother take a photograph of you. Look at the photo. Can you see your scalp through your hair? You can? Well, then cut it off. All of it. Buzz cut or shave. 'Cause otherwise you are fooling no one. Trust me. You look like a dork.
This is a public service announcement brought to you by Daniella.
Now get back to work, you slacker.
Guys, if it's going, let it go.
Don't comb it forward. Don't comb it over. God forbid, don't pull a Donald and do that weird loop and swoop. (Trust me, guys, the only reason you see Donald Trump with attractive women on his arm is because he is rich. Very rich. And you are not. If you were, you would not be riding the train, you would have a driver. Plus, do you really want that kind of a woman?).
Do this. Have your wife/girlfriend/significant other or mother take a photograph of you. Look at the photo. Can you see your scalp through your hair? You can? Well, then cut it off. All of it. Buzz cut or shave. 'Cause otherwise you are fooling no one. Trust me. You look like a dork.
This is a public service announcement brought to you by Daniella.
Now get back to work, you slacker.
Saturday, January 10, 2004
Random Thoughts for Record Lows
It's currently sunny and beautiful outside my window. It looks so pretty... then the lady on the radio said that current temperatures in Montclair are 2 degrees with a windchill of -15 degrees. It's going to be about -3 this evening with a windchill of -20 degrees. And I'm going out. What am I thinking?
How much you want to bet that there are thousands upon thousands of people trying to unload their tickets to the Patriots play off game this evening in Foxborough, MA? The game is outdoors and the temperature is expected to be about -20 degrees, the coldest it has been in the Boston area in 129 years. I bet you can get a ticket for free at this point.
I got up at 2:00 AM to go to the bathroom. When I returned from out there, as anywhere that is not under our two comforters is now known, my wonderful fiance stretched out his arm so that I could get back in the Nook of Warmth and didn't say a word when I stuck my ice cold feet in between his thighs. He's a good man.
It's currently sunny and beautiful outside my window. It looks so pretty... then the lady on the radio said that current temperatures in Montclair are 2 degrees with a windchill of -15 degrees. It's going to be about -3 this evening with a windchill of -20 degrees. And I'm going out. What am I thinking?
How much you want to bet that there are thousands upon thousands of people trying to unload their tickets to the Patriots play off game this evening in Foxborough, MA? The game is outdoors and the temperature is expected to be about -20 degrees, the coldest it has been in the Boston area in 129 years. I bet you can get a ticket for free at this point.
I got up at 2:00 AM to go to the bathroom. When I returned from out there, as anywhere that is not under our two comforters is now known, my wonderful fiance stretched out his arm so that I could get back in the Nook of Warmth and didn't say a word when I stuck my ice cold feet in between his thighs. He's a good man.
Friday, January 09, 2004
Major Dilemma
I have a girl date on Saturday. A bunch of the girls I play soccer with and some of their friends are all going out for margaritas and then dancing in the Village. I'm invited and really looking forward to a little innocent (or not so innocent) fun in NYC's nightclubs, where I have not been since my early years of college.
So, what's the problem, you ask?
Well, for those of you not lucky enough to be in the Northeast, the high on Saturday is expected to be about 20 degrees. The windchill on Saturday will be about 0. That's the high... and we will be out after dark. So, what the hell do wear out dancing to club (where less is usually considered more) when it's waaaaay below freezing?
Any and all suggestions will be graciously accepted.
I have a girl date on Saturday. A bunch of the girls I play soccer with and some of their friends are all going out for margaritas and then dancing in the Village. I'm invited and really looking forward to a little innocent (or not so innocent) fun in NYC's nightclubs, where I have not been since my early years of college.
So, what's the problem, you ask?
Well, for those of you not lucky enough to be in the Northeast, the high on Saturday is expected to be about 20 degrees. The windchill on Saturday will be about 0. That's the high... and we will be out after dark. So, what the hell do wear out dancing to club (where less is usually considered more) when it's waaaaay below freezing?
Any and all suggestions will be graciously accepted.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Links Expansion
I have added a few blogs to my left hand side navigation panel. These seven have passed the Daniella test: I have read them for at least a month and I still like them.
We have:
Broken Windows: Tales from New Orleans - schoolteacher and recent transplant to N'Awlins shares some interesting stories.
Sugarmama: a girl in Birmingham juggles work, her MBA and a social life (gee doesn't that sound like someone we know?).
The Sneeze: quick, infectious, sometimes snotty... always hilarious.
Internal Dialogue: this guy lives in my town and rides my train... maybe he's really me?
Digital Catharsis: The Mighty Jimbo cracks me up. Really.
Tequila Mockingbird: the queen of fonts.
Manhattan Transfer: his shit is whack, yo!
I have added a few blogs to my left hand side navigation panel. These seven have passed the Daniella test: I have read them for at least a month and I still like them.
We have:
Broken Windows: Tales from New Orleans - schoolteacher and recent transplant to N'Awlins shares some interesting stories.
Sugarmama: a girl in Birmingham juggles work, her MBA and a social life (gee doesn't that sound like someone we know?).
The Sneeze: quick, infectious, sometimes snotty... always hilarious.
Internal Dialogue: this guy lives in my town and rides my train... maybe he's really me?
Digital Catharsis: The Mighty Jimbo cracks me up. Really.
Tequila Mockingbird: the queen of fonts.
Manhattan Transfer: his shit is whack, yo!
My Alcohoroscope
SAGITTARIUS
Drinking style: In vino veritas, and, for Sagittarius, in booze blurtiness: When buttered, they'll spill all your secrets and many of their own. Tactlessness aside, Sagittarius is just plain fun to drink with. This is a sign of serious partying (what else would you expect from the sign of Sinatra, Keith Richards, the Bush twins and Anna Nicole Smith?) They're the people who chat up everyone in the room, then persuade the entire crowd to travel somewhere else, like a nightclub, or a playground, or Cancun. Good-natured hijinks are sure to ensue (including a high possibility of loopy groping; Spontaneous Sag is a brilliant booty call).
Trademark cocktails: A travel-loving sign, Sagittarius might be intrigued by drinks like Moscow mules, Singapore slings, perhaps even a Long Island iced tea (not a bad option, given how much Sag can put away and still stay vertical). Party monsters that they are, they're attracted to shots, like the ever-popular lemon drop. Sag rules pears, and could use a nice pear cider right about now, come to think of it.
Drinking buddies: The Bush twins, Margaret Cho, Noel Coward, Betty Ford, Lucy Liu, Brad Pitt, Keith Richards, Frank Sinatra, Anna Nicole Smith, Britney Spears.
The profile sounds dead-on, but ewwww... long island ice teas? C'mon! I'm a martini kinda girl. No sissy drinks for me.
Get your alcohoroscope. Thanks to Berlin (a person that I know in real life!) at Song of the Siren for the link.
SAGITTARIUS
Drinking style: In vino veritas, and, for Sagittarius, in booze blurtiness: When buttered, they'll spill all your secrets and many of their own. Tactlessness aside, Sagittarius is just plain fun to drink with. This is a sign of serious partying (what else would you expect from the sign of Sinatra, Keith Richards, the Bush twins and Anna Nicole Smith?) They're the people who chat up everyone in the room, then persuade the entire crowd to travel somewhere else, like a nightclub, or a playground, or Cancun. Good-natured hijinks are sure to ensue (including a high possibility of loopy groping; Spontaneous Sag is a brilliant booty call).
Trademark cocktails: A travel-loving sign, Sagittarius might be intrigued by drinks like Moscow mules, Singapore slings, perhaps even a Long Island iced tea (not a bad option, given how much Sag can put away and still stay vertical). Party monsters that they are, they're attracted to shots, like the ever-popular lemon drop. Sag rules pears, and could use a nice pear cider right about now, come to think of it.
Drinking buddies: The Bush twins, Margaret Cho, Noel Coward, Betty Ford, Lucy Liu, Brad Pitt, Keith Richards, Frank Sinatra, Anna Nicole Smith, Britney Spears.
The profile sounds dead-on, but ewwww... long island ice teas? C'mon! I'm a martini kinda girl. No sissy drinks for me.
Get your alcohoroscope. Thanks to Berlin (a person that I know in real life!) at Song of the Siren for the link.
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
So. F@#*ing. High!
...on endorphins, that is! My soccer team, The New Kids (no, I was not there when the name was voted on), just won our first game! This is game five for those of you who are counting. We played really well... and I played... welll, let's just say I haven't played this well in a long, long time.
And, baby... next season (which starts in February), we are getting kicked up to the Intermediate League which plays on Mondays. So I won't have to miss Law and Order to play!
...on endorphins, that is! My soccer team, The New Kids (no, I was not there when the name was voted on), just won our first game! This is game five for those of you who are counting. We played really well... and I played... welll, let's just say I haven't played this well in a long, long time.
And, baby... next season (which starts in February), we are getting kicked up to the Intermediate League which plays on Mondays. So I won't have to miss Law and Order to play!
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
My star is risin' at the ol' office
I used to get invited to all the best parties.
Now, I get invited to all the best meetings.
Today:
Co-worker/rear cubicle dweller: Daniella, where are you off to?
D: I have to be in conference room 4 for the team meeting.
Co-worker: Which team meeting?
D: Oh, you know, the Divison Head's direct reports.
Co-worker: How did you get invited to that? That's just for her inner circle and the directors.
D: The SVP invited me. She said it verbally and had her assistant send me a meeting notice.
Co-worker: Wow, can I have your cubicle when they move you to an office?
(I have a front facing cubicle... I can see the Manhattan skyline.)
I used to get invited to all the best parties.
Now, I get invited to all the best meetings.
Today:
Co-worker/rear cubicle dweller: Daniella, where are you off to?
D: I have to be in conference room 4 for the team meeting.
Co-worker: Which team meeting?
D: Oh, you know, the Divison Head's direct reports.
Co-worker: How did you get invited to that? That's just for her inner circle and the directors.
D: The SVP invited me. She said it verbally and had her assistant send me a meeting notice.
Co-worker: Wow, can I have your cubicle when they move you to an office?
(I have a front facing cubicle... I can see the Manhattan skyline.)
Monday, January 05, 2004
That ambition thing... it sucks!
Remember when I asked for increased responsibility at work since my boss was leaving? You don't? Oh, well, let me remind you. Well, I got more responsibility. A lot more responsibility. Let me tell you about my day...
8:07 AM - arrive at office
8:09 AM - as am booting up computer, get called into SVP's office to discuss revising a SOP for a particular thing that has been done the same way since time immemorial. Although there are three other people in impromptu meeting, I volunteer to revise SOP and have "something for you by lunch"
8:22 AM - consider making coffee run. Consider asking college intern to make coffee run. Forget all about it when computer boots up and see 27 new emails. Since 6:00 PM on Friday when I left this hellhole.
8:54 AM - realize I have had nothing to eat since yesterday at about 7 PM. Make myself bowl of Raisin Bran. Bowl of Raisin Bran gets too soggy to eat because spend 15 minutes on pointless call with Field Rep.
11:52 AM - turn in revised SOP to SVP. Wait for feedback.
1:54 PM - realize that I have not eaten anything by grumbling of belly. Microwave leftovers and eat while creating spreadsheet showing net outflows of assets by asset class which should have been done by MIS, but they sent me raw data instead.
2:02 PM - get called into SVP's office. She likes revised SOP and wants to make me team leader of this project. 'Team Leader' means I get to do all the grunt work. Assures me we can get a few more interns to help me going forward.
3:11 PM - realize I have not gone to the bathroom all day. Go to bathroom.
5:10 PM - am startled when people start leaving. I thought it was like noon or something.
6:02 Pm - get called into Director's office to discuss project metrics. We agree to reconvene tomorrow to discuss further as it is getting late.
6:17 PM - finish responding to day's emails.
6:22 Pm - tell co-worker that it has been a long day. He laughs and says, "you wanted more responsibility... all your days are going to be like this now!"
What the hell was I thinking????
breaks I took today: 1 to go to bathroom - 2 min. 1, to surf internet - 5 minutes, 1, to reheat leftovers - 2 minutes.
Remember when I asked for increased responsibility at work since my boss was leaving? You don't? Oh, well, let me remind you. Well, I got more responsibility. A lot more responsibility. Let me tell you about my day...
8:07 AM - arrive at office
8:09 AM - as am booting up computer, get called into SVP's office to discuss revising a SOP for a particular thing that has been done the same way since time immemorial. Although there are three other people in impromptu meeting, I volunteer to revise SOP and have "something for you by lunch"
8:22 AM - consider making coffee run. Consider asking college intern to make coffee run. Forget all about it when computer boots up and see 27 new emails. Since 6:00 PM on Friday when I left this hellhole.
8:54 AM - realize I have had nothing to eat since yesterday at about 7 PM. Make myself bowl of Raisin Bran. Bowl of Raisin Bran gets too soggy to eat because spend 15 minutes on pointless call with Field Rep.
11:52 AM - turn in revised SOP to SVP. Wait for feedback.
1:54 PM - realize that I have not eaten anything by grumbling of belly. Microwave leftovers and eat while creating spreadsheet showing net outflows of assets by asset class which should have been done by MIS, but they sent me raw data instead.
2:02 PM - get called into SVP's office. She likes revised SOP and wants to make me team leader of this project. 'Team Leader' means I get to do all the grunt work. Assures me we can get a few more interns to help me going forward.
3:11 PM - realize I have not gone to the bathroom all day. Go to bathroom.
5:10 PM - am startled when people start leaving. I thought it was like noon or something.
6:02 Pm - get called into Director's office to discuss project metrics. We agree to reconvene tomorrow to discuss further as it is getting late.
6:17 PM - finish responding to day's emails.
6:22 Pm - tell co-worker that it has been a long day. He laughs and says, "you wanted more responsibility... all your days are going to be like this now!"
What the hell was I thinking????
breaks I took today: 1 to go to bathroom - 2 min. 1, to surf internet - 5 minutes, 1, to reheat leftovers - 2 minutes.
Sunday, January 04, 2004
I don't normally care much for college football, but...
... wholly shit! It's LSU in the championship game in New Orleans!! And I'm watching it right now. Right NOW. And LSU just picked off the ball with 12:47 left in the 1st.
Go LSU!!!!!!
This is their first time in the big championship since god knows when and it's at home. That's like the Saints going to the Big Show in the Dome. I think hell, if I believed in hell, would have frozen over.
Oh, gotta go... Snoop Dogg is telling me how I can win $100,000....
... wholly shit! It's LSU in the championship game in New Orleans!! And I'm watching it right now. Right NOW. And LSU just picked off the ball with 12:47 left in the 1st.
Go LSU!!!!!!
This is their first time in the big championship since god knows when and it's at home. That's like the Saints going to the Big Show in the Dome. I think hell, if I believed in hell, would have frozen over.
Oh, gotta go... Snoop Dogg is telling me how I can win $100,000....
Saturday, January 03, 2004
The day the world ended
I've always been a firm believer in the predicative nature of New Year's Eves. As in, if you have a crappy NYE, you will have a crappy year. John thinks I'm crazy.
Well, NYE was dull. D-U-L-L. We went to a party. I got dolled up in a balck velvet boat neck top with bracelet sleeves, a pair of brown tweed asstastic low rise pants with red silk dragon print inserts, black kidskin stilettos with ankle straps and a to-die-for sparkly choker to complete said ensemble. Everyone else at the party had on sweatshirts and jeans.
We had a nice dinner, a couple of glasses of wine. I offered to make martinis (i had brought a bottle of Stoli, a bottle of Boodles gin, a bottle of vermouth, a jar of large spanish stuffed olives and a cocktail shaker - since it was a potluck and I don't cook, this was my contribution). Only four people took me up on it and one person (who had previously been drinking a wine cooler!) spit it out aftre taking a sip (lest you think otherwise, I make amazing martinis - everyone says so!).
After a few drinks, at about 10 PM, everyone retired to the family room and flipped on the TV to watch Dick Clark. This was not done ironically. I bit back tears. I am in my early thirties, for fuck's sake! I felt like I was celebrating NYE at a retirement home. I wanted to go home, but we were at a country house... about an hour and half from civilization.
We left shortly after the obligatory champagne toast at midnight. I also started my period, so there was no NYE nooky either. This was the worst NYE ever.
So, how has 2004 gone for me so far?
Well, New Year's Day, I felt like crap from a combo of cramps and a hangover.
Yesterday, I had to work and we had a huge crisis at work for which I feel responsible, although it is not "technically" my fault. I came home in near hysterics because I think my advancement opportunities in this division might be affected. And I feel completely alone up here, away from my friends and family.
Goddamn New Year's Eve. The whole year in jinxed. Can I have a do-over?
I've always been a firm believer in the predicative nature of New Year's Eves. As in, if you have a crappy NYE, you will have a crappy year. John thinks I'm crazy.
Well, NYE was dull. D-U-L-L. We went to a party. I got dolled up in a balck velvet boat neck top with bracelet sleeves, a pair of brown tweed asstastic low rise pants with red silk dragon print inserts, black kidskin stilettos with ankle straps and a to-die-for sparkly choker to complete said ensemble. Everyone else at the party had on sweatshirts and jeans.
We had a nice dinner, a couple of glasses of wine. I offered to make martinis (i had brought a bottle of Stoli, a bottle of Boodles gin, a bottle of vermouth, a jar of large spanish stuffed olives and a cocktail shaker - since it was a potluck and I don't cook, this was my contribution). Only four people took me up on it and one person (who had previously been drinking a wine cooler!) spit it out aftre taking a sip (lest you think otherwise, I make amazing martinis - everyone says so!).
After a few drinks, at about 10 PM, everyone retired to the family room and flipped on the TV to watch Dick Clark. This was not done ironically. I bit back tears. I am in my early thirties, for fuck's sake! I felt like I was celebrating NYE at a retirement home. I wanted to go home, but we were at a country house... about an hour and half from civilization.
We left shortly after the obligatory champagne toast at midnight. I also started my period, so there was no NYE nooky either. This was the worst NYE ever.
So, how has 2004 gone for me so far?
Well, New Year's Day, I felt like crap from a combo of cramps and a hangover.
Yesterday, I had to work and we had a huge crisis at work for which I feel responsible, although it is not "technically" my fault. I came home in near hysterics because I think my advancement opportunities in this division might be affected. And I feel completely alone up here, away from my friends and family.
Goddamn New Year's Eve. The whole year in jinxed. Can I have a do-over?
