I bought a new perfume today. Dolce and Gabanna's Light Blue. I love it - it's heavenly.
On the subject of keeping things light or lighter, I didn't weigh in at WW today as I am retaining water due to the unreasonable HEAT we are are dealing with here. I am up 2 lbs on my scale, but my clothes fit fine.
I put both air conditioning units on and did my pilates today. I took off Thursday and Friday and I can't afford more than two days off per week. Starting monday I am doing 30 mins of walking every day and pilates 3 times per week. I will do that through June. In July, I expect my weight to be down enough that I can then add 3 days a week of body sculpting. That will put me at MWF Walking 30 mins and pilates for 1 hour. TTHSAT walking 30 mins and Body sculpting. Sundays I will have the day off.
I ordered a new box of contacts as I have gone through 3 months in one but the doc says that's normal the first couple of months until you get used to them.... Gosh I hope so.... it makes me a little nuts.
I have decided officially that the extensions, ,while entirely lovely, are too long and too difficult to manage. I am going to have them removed ( what's left at any rate) and go back to tinting and curling until the fall when I have all the formals to attend. Then it makes sense.
I am prepared to be talked into a shorter lash length though... so stay tuned for that.
And my latest pet peeve - why tell me you are going to call on particular day and then NOT DO IT???? This drives me crazy. And I swear at times it is done intentionally. Either that or there is just so perspective on time. So I am sitting here patiently.... metaphorically of course. Don't imagine me pining away at the phone - that simply isn't happening. I notice usually around now, that the call I was expecting on that day, hasn't come in. Then I get a little bit nervous in case something happened and then peevish that I wasn't a priority. This is slowly getting better, but not quick enough for me.... :-)
I am an impatient pain in the ass to be honest. I know it.
But given the circumstances I am keeping things somewhat light. Light and easy is the key for the time being. In all areas of my life.
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Saturday, May 26, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
The land of Amazons
I am short.
and no, It's not the handicap that some may think it is, but the fact remains that I am 5' 2".
62" in total.
I love my height and so do my seamstresses. I keep them in business. EVERYTHING is long on me - including the petite length - though I do better there.
So here's what happened.
I attended a party with my 6' friend Jenna. It was a partylite candle party. She's stunning and tall. and Blonde.
I am a sucker for candles and so is Jenna. Ideal.
We walk into this home where the hostess is also a 6 foot blonde. I don't pay it a lot of mind at the time.
Until
Another 6' blond walks in.
Still not daunted....
We continue to chatter, drink wine and snack....
ANOTHER 6' blond walks in.
I am starting to wonder about my genetics now...
By the time we were done there were 6 of them - 3 related to one another. I felt like I was on Island of the Amazons - and you know what? One of them had been asked to audition for that film!!!! She declined because she had kids and that would have been taken her on location for several months.
Nice people, fun party, ate too much, spent too much and feel ....
Too short.
and no, It's not the handicap that some may think it is, but the fact remains that I am 5' 2".
62" in total.
I love my height and so do my seamstresses. I keep them in business. EVERYTHING is long on me - including the petite length - though I do better there.
So here's what happened.
I attended a party with my 6' friend Jenna. It was a partylite candle party. She's stunning and tall. and Blonde.
I am a sucker for candles and so is Jenna. Ideal.
We walk into this home where the hostess is also a 6 foot blonde. I don't pay it a lot of mind at the time.
Until
Another 6' blond walks in.
Still not daunted....
We continue to chatter, drink wine and snack....
ANOTHER 6' blond walks in.
I am starting to wonder about my genetics now...
By the time we were done there were 6 of them - 3 related to one another. I felt like I was on Island of the Amazons - and you know what? One of them had been asked to audition for that film!!!! She declined because she had kids and that would have been taken her on location for several months.
Nice people, fun party, ate too much, spent too much and feel ....
Too short.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Baby Showers
Please, will SOMEONE explain to me the necessity of owning a Bugaboo Stroller at the tune $759.00?????
Seriously.
Tomorrow is my sister's baby shower.
I begrudge her nothing.
I looked at her baby registry and picked some nice items off her list that don't break the bank. Her registry is full of important and useful things. All of which are in the reasonable price range.
Except this damn stroller.
Now, I really need to know. Is this thing made of Gold????? Does it cook and clean as you walk the baby? Will it CHANGE the baby when that is needed? Does it provide rest for the poor weary mom?
For the life of me, I cannot understand that price tag. It's a STROLLER.
What on earth were they thinking and I posed the question to my new friend / neighbor - what the hell is so damn special about this ( citing all the above sarcastically). She sighed, and said, that they are all the rage in Manhattan and you can see them everywhere.
I have never seen A stroller let alone and 800 dollar stroller anywhere in Manhattan ( largely because I never go in to site see so unless the baby is doing magic tricks in said stroller I wouldn't notice. I go in, get my work done, have a post work drink with my colleagues and head home. I hate Manhattan to be honest. As much as I hate it - I love it too.
So while I do believe that what she is saying is true, I can't recall having seen one.
So I took my question to my sister-in-law. She too, sighed, and said "oh yes - that's the Rolls Royce of strollers.... "
The Rolls Royce of strollers?
That's a first. I'm having a lot of those "firsts" lately.
I wish her luck but as of now, its still on her registry.
Seriously.
Tomorrow is my sister's baby shower.
I begrudge her nothing.
I looked at her baby registry and picked some nice items off her list that don't break the bank. Her registry is full of important and useful things. All of which are in the reasonable price range.
Except this damn stroller.
Now, I really need to know. Is this thing made of Gold????? Does it cook and clean as you walk the baby? Will it CHANGE the baby when that is needed? Does it provide rest for the poor weary mom?
For the life of me, I cannot understand that price tag. It's a STROLLER.
What on earth were they thinking and I posed the question to my new friend / neighbor - what the hell is so damn special about this ( citing all the above sarcastically). She sighed, and said, that they are all the rage in Manhattan and you can see them everywhere.
I have never seen A stroller let alone and 800 dollar stroller anywhere in Manhattan ( largely because I never go in to site see so unless the baby is doing magic tricks in said stroller I wouldn't notice. I go in, get my work done, have a post work drink with my colleagues and head home. I hate Manhattan to be honest. As much as I hate it - I love it too.
So while I do believe that what she is saying is true, I can't recall having seen one.
So I took my question to my sister-in-law. She too, sighed, and said "oh yes - that's the Rolls Royce of strollers.... "
The Rolls Royce of strollers?
That's a first. I'm having a lot of those "firsts" lately.
I wish her luck but as of now, its still on her registry.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Pre-performance Stress and new purchases
So that Karma thing is back.
But I get ahead of myself.
Today I had my lesson. It was a good lesson except I noticed that little things are starting to make me crazy. Tripping crazy.
I am working on Shepherd on the Rock by Shubert, its neat piece but Its 12 pages long and I don't normally judge a tune by how many pages it is, but this feels long. I am told by others it's not but we'll see.
So I am singing this LONG song and my coach is picking on the little stuff which is his job. He has this thing where he starts singing with me, which usually means I am doing something wrong. OK. So he starts that. But I usually know what I do that's not wrong. And I don't know at this point. So I stop singing to figure out what he's doing that's right vs what I was doing that wasn't. YOu know what? HE JUST LIKES TO SING THIS SONG. I was doing it right. I internally went nuts. I would never say it to him because he's programmed differently than lots of people and it would be mis-interpreted.
So we go on to discuss some other things. Then we start back on the Schubert. Now he's singing the Clarinet part. Weirdly. Trying to make me laugh. So of course, I do. Then I turn around and say loudly ....
" You can't DO THAT while I am SINGING" ( Nathan Lane, The Birdcage. )
He responds, "Thank you Nathan - can we can continue?"
That's when I realized I was starting to lose it on little things.
My recital is 4 weeks from tomorrow. Those who have lived through my undergrad recitals can tell you how crazy psycho I get right before. Not usually this early in the game though, I generally save it all up and dump it on the poor soul (you ALL know who you are! and you know I don't mean a word that comes out of my mouth in those final hours) who had the nerve to say "Hey how's it going" an hour before performance - or worse - "Wow you look great" Good Lord - DO NOT COMPLIMENT ME!!!! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THAT????? What if I suck??????
So the fact that I am starting to get edgy now has the possibility of making me a real problem figure for the next four weeks OR making me bearable the day of. Four weeks, by the way, that include a business trip that I DO NOT want to go on, but am required to. I can't even use budget to get out of it, because they cleared the budget already! How freaking absurd. It's warmer here today than it is down south where they are sending me.
So to make myself feel better, and because I needed them, I bought clothes, a new laptop case, an IPOD Nano ( silver) and a DVR/VHS combo. Everything is here but the clothes and the Ipod. OK I probably didn't NEED the laptop case. I have a perfectly good one. But it's brown and I am a black and silver girl. Sorry. Yes I needed the DVR. My DVD player broke. Clothes because, well, I"m a girl I don't need a reason, an IPOD because if you have been reading for awhile, I've been thinking about this for awhile and I got really pissed at the individual who had the NERVE to spike me on ebay for the one I wanted.
Yes. I FINALLY bought an IPOD. I was shocked that I did it, but I used a gift card for that and the DVR ( shockingly there is still money there - go figure).
I have the feeling I will love the IPOD. I have a digital recorder and I LOVE that. I use it for practicing, lessons all kinds of things. Now I can take things off that and transfer them to the IPOD. That's cool. I even have software to edit out the background noise. LOving this. MOre ways to waste time. Ha
So I am starting to try and formulate my program for this recital. I have more rep choices now, but I would love to NOT sing some of it to be honest. Some I like, some I don't, some I am ambivalent about. I wish I had more choices to cut and replace with. None of this stuff is EASY and none is really HARD. Just enough to keep me occupied.
I had a wonderful surprise today too, I got an email from an old friend I hadn't really heard from.
who said there was no such thing as Karma?
Maybe it's a good sign that my recital will go OK.
I hope so.
But I get ahead of myself.
Today I had my lesson. It was a good lesson except I noticed that little things are starting to make me crazy. Tripping crazy.
I am working on Shepherd on the Rock by Shubert, its neat piece but Its 12 pages long and I don't normally judge a tune by how many pages it is, but this feels long. I am told by others it's not but we'll see.
So I am singing this LONG song and my coach is picking on the little stuff which is his job. He has this thing where he starts singing with me, which usually means I am doing something wrong. OK. So he starts that. But I usually know what I do that's not wrong. And I don't know at this point. So I stop singing to figure out what he's doing that's right vs what I was doing that wasn't. YOu know what? HE JUST LIKES TO SING THIS SONG. I was doing it right. I internally went nuts. I would never say it to him because he's programmed differently than lots of people and it would be mis-interpreted.
So we go on to discuss some other things. Then we start back on the Schubert. Now he's singing the Clarinet part. Weirdly. Trying to make me laugh. So of course, I do. Then I turn around and say loudly ....
" You can't DO THAT while I am SINGING" ( Nathan Lane, The Birdcage. )
He responds, "Thank you Nathan - can we can continue?"
That's when I realized I was starting to lose it on little things.
My recital is 4 weeks from tomorrow. Those who have lived through my undergrad recitals can tell you how crazy psycho I get right before. Not usually this early in the game though, I generally save it all up and dump it on the poor soul (you ALL know who you are! and you know I don't mean a word that comes out of my mouth in those final hours) who had the nerve to say "Hey how's it going" an hour before performance - or worse - "Wow you look great" Good Lord - DO NOT COMPLIMENT ME!!!! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THAT????? What if I suck??????
So the fact that I am starting to get edgy now has the possibility of making me a real problem figure for the next four weeks OR making me bearable the day of. Four weeks, by the way, that include a business trip that I DO NOT want to go on, but am required to. I can't even use budget to get out of it, because they cleared the budget already! How freaking absurd. It's warmer here today than it is down south where they are sending me.
So to make myself feel better, and because I needed them, I bought clothes, a new laptop case, an IPOD Nano ( silver) and a DVR/VHS combo. Everything is here but the clothes and the Ipod. OK I probably didn't NEED the laptop case. I have a perfectly good one. But it's brown and I am a black and silver girl. Sorry. Yes I needed the DVR. My DVD player broke. Clothes because, well, I"m a girl I don't need a reason, an IPOD because if you have been reading for awhile, I've been thinking about this for awhile and I got really pissed at the individual who had the NERVE to spike me on ebay for the one I wanted.
Yes. I FINALLY bought an IPOD. I was shocked that I did it, but I used a gift card for that and the DVR ( shockingly there is still money there - go figure).
I have the feeling I will love the IPOD. I have a digital recorder and I LOVE that. I use it for practicing, lessons all kinds of things. Now I can take things off that and transfer them to the IPOD. That's cool. I even have software to edit out the background noise. LOving this. MOre ways to waste time. Ha
So I am starting to try and formulate my program for this recital. I have more rep choices now, but I would love to NOT sing some of it to be honest. Some I like, some I don't, some I am ambivalent about. I wish I had more choices to cut and replace with. None of this stuff is EASY and none is really HARD. Just enough to keep me occupied.
I had a wonderful surprise today too, I got an email from an old friend I hadn't really heard from.
who said there was no such thing as Karma?
Maybe it's a good sign that my recital will go OK.
I hope so.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Desparately in need of a mental health day
I'm tired.
Not physically. But emotionally. I want a day to not have to THINK about anyone I don't want to or anything I don't want to.
And Wednesday November 22 is my day.
I have a couple of have-to's to take care of - have to walk, have to teach 2 kids, have pick up the house.... but that night is my want to - the annual interfaith service. It's my favorite and it is so much fun. We have such a wonderful time. And this year my church, St Judes, is hosting.
We are singing "For the Beauty of the Earth" by Rutter. I hate the tune to be honest, because it is soooooo overdone. But it's suitable for words and technically do-able. So we go with it. Last year it was "look at the world" also Rutter. Wonderful piece and I love the Mass for the Children that it comes from. If you ever have the opportunity to listen to it, please do. I'm a little disappointed that we aren't doing more traditional hymns but that's not really a crisis.
Mostly my plans for the day are taking time to be with me. I need brain healing time. There are very few calls I will take - select friends and family ( and I mean select, if any of you are reading you are allowed to call!). I will take a hot bath maybe a nap ( yum!) and cook and just be at peace with myself. I need it so very much.
I don't need these too often but the pressures of my job get to me. My primary gig can be very stressful and we are nearing the end of a project that I am running and everyone is starting to scream loudly and it has become an unmanageable mess. My boss took care of one major issue today so that when I return after the holiday it should be fine. I have a few other measures that I need to put in place and then I think it will be smoother sailing.
That said - that's circumstantial and I can walk away from that mentally 99% of the time. Layer that with the emotional stuff that's happening and you get a time bomb. So I'm de-fusing the bomb so to speak.
I'm looking forward to spending the holiday with my new sister-in-law and her family. That's going to be a lot of fun. As previously mentioned, her parents are roughly my age. I am truly looking forward to it.
I am also now trying to find my holiday outfits. I can't find anything appealing at my regular haunts and maybe tomorrow I will head over to Dress Barn here in town and see if they have anything that looks good for the holidays. I am sooooo picky and I need a new dress for the party on the 15th. You would think I would be excited right? I HATE to shop. I mean I seriously HATE stores. I hate trying things on - no matter WHAT weight I am. I resent that I have to spend my time there. Truthfully 99% of my wardrobe was bought online or through catalogues.
I do 100% of my Christmas shopping on line. I just don't have the patience for a line or any other those other things that make malls and stores so much fun for others. I don't even food shop in a store. 80% of my food purchases come from an outfit called Peapod. I love them and I am a preferred customer. They will be bringing me my groceries tomorrow - yay me!
One small note about customer service as we gear up for high shopping season. I made a deposit at my bank on Sunday night at the ATM. It should have posted today. Not only didn't it post, no one saw any record of it. I called the branch after talking to the customer service center and the assistant manager was so unbelievably nice. She went ahead and authorized a portion of the check to be posted to my account for tomorrow. What I liked most about it is they hadn't even found the check yet. She didn't want me to be without funds for the holiday while the bank was closed. I was truly touched by such a nice woman. She is supposed to let me know when they find the deposit but they believe that it is there and they just errored in processing. They were properly concerned for me, for locating my money, for making retribution to me, but not so much so as to create alarm in me. the personal touch is NOT dead OR in India as many believe. It's alive and well in the US.
So that's my plans for tomorrow - it's ALL about me.
( see I'm getting better .... I CAN tune out the world! ) Bon Soir!
Not physically. But emotionally. I want a day to not have to THINK about anyone I don't want to or anything I don't want to.
And Wednesday November 22 is my day.
I have a couple of have-to's to take care of - have to walk, have to teach 2 kids, have pick up the house.... but that night is my want to - the annual interfaith service. It's my favorite and it is so much fun. We have such a wonderful time. And this year my church, St Judes, is hosting.
We are singing "For the Beauty of the Earth" by Rutter. I hate the tune to be honest, because it is soooooo overdone. But it's suitable for words and technically do-able. So we go with it. Last year it was "look at the world" also Rutter. Wonderful piece and I love the Mass for the Children that it comes from. If you ever have the opportunity to listen to it, please do. I'm a little disappointed that we aren't doing more traditional hymns but that's not really a crisis.
Mostly my plans for the day are taking time to be with me. I need brain healing time. There are very few calls I will take - select friends and family ( and I mean select, if any of you are reading you are allowed to call!). I will take a hot bath maybe a nap ( yum!) and cook and just be at peace with myself. I need it so very much.
I don't need these too often but the pressures of my job get to me. My primary gig can be very stressful and we are nearing the end of a project that I am running and everyone is starting to scream loudly and it has become an unmanageable mess. My boss took care of one major issue today so that when I return after the holiday it should be fine. I have a few other measures that I need to put in place and then I think it will be smoother sailing.
That said - that's circumstantial and I can walk away from that mentally 99% of the time. Layer that with the emotional stuff that's happening and you get a time bomb. So I'm de-fusing the bomb so to speak.
I'm looking forward to spending the holiday with my new sister-in-law and her family. That's going to be a lot of fun. As previously mentioned, her parents are roughly my age. I am truly looking forward to it.
I am also now trying to find my holiday outfits. I can't find anything appealing at my regular haunts and maybe tomorrow I will head over to Dress Barn here in town and see if they have anything that looks good for the holidays. I am sooooo picky and I need a new dress for the party on the 15th. You would think I would be excited right? I HATE to shop. I mean I seriously HATE stores. I hate trying things on - no matter WHAT weight I am. I resent that I have to spend my time there. Truthfully 99% of my wardrobe was bought online or through catalogues.
I do 100% of my Christmas shopping on line. I just don't have the patience for a line or any other those other things that make malls and stores so much fun for others. I don't even food shop in a store. 80% of my food purchases come from an outfit called Peapod. I love them and I am a preferred customer. They will be bringing me my groceries tomorrow - yay me!
One small note about customer service as we gear up for high shopping season. I made a deposit at my bank on Sunday night at the ATM. It should have posted today. Not only didn't it post, no one saw any record of it. I called the branch after talking to the customer service center and the assistant manager was so unbelievably nice. She went ahead and authorized a portion of the check to be posted to my account for tomorrow. What I liked most about it is they hadn't even found the check yet. She didn't want me to be without funds for the holiday while the bank was closed. I was truly touched by such a nice woman. She is supposed to let me know when they find the deposit but they believe that it is there and they just errored in processing. They were properly concerned for me, for locating my money, for making retribution to me, but not so much so as to create alarm in me. the personal touch is NOT dead OR in India as many believe. It's alive and well in the US.
So that's my plans for tomorrow - it's ALL about me.
( see I'm getting better .... I CAN tune out the world! ) Bon Soir!
Friday, October 27, 2006
The aftermath and new realizations
I bought a clock.
That's it above. Its somewhat of an antique and I had been eyeing for awhile. So rather than eat every stitch of food in the house or go buy a pint or 5 of B&J or an entire bakery cake for myself ( In my defense I have never done any of those things actually but I did abuse food) , I bought the clock for my kitchen.
I have been eyeing it for sometime. It's slate actually, with antique B&W paris postcards decoupaged onto it. It was a little but pricey but not a killer. I was planning to spend between 30-50 dollars so this was right in the budget.
The minute I clicked the Pay now button, I felt 2000 % better. I also felt weird because I don't usually shop to ease pain. I don't like shopping most of the time. I don't have the patience to be honest. So, this was a little bit strange.
But not altogether unpleasant.
I also recognize the behaviour change from eating to shopping and I like that replacing eating with something else is good, I just have to be prudent with it so I don't break the bank.
I think the difference is, I have been wanting this clock for months. I have been saving the money and had set it aside. I was waiting, truthfully, for the price to go down.
I just decided to stop waiting and buy it now. So it wasn't the impulse buy that most people would do to ease suffering. Much like binging to ease suffering. Because it makes you feel good. I feel OK wiht the decision to buy it and my on again off again romance with ebay is ingited yet again. I am currently watching 26 items of which I REALLY want about 10. Largely picture frames ( a passion of mine - I have picture EVERYWHERE ) and some candles and a bowl that was discontinues in my china pattern that the cats broke. And a teapot in my china patter discontinued so many years ago I can't believe they are still selling them on ebay.
So the aftermath seems to be realistically harmless and I got my clock for the kitchen.
The other thing that has started happening is my nesting instinct has kicked in. At 10PM last night, I started cleaning off and reorganizing my desk. Even I was surprised. I feel so much better for it too.
Tomorrow I head to PA for my sister-in-law's baby shower. Of course the weather is supposed to be gale force winds and torrential rain. Typical. Last time we went, it was 9 MILLION degrees and I was picking up Wolfi from his foster mom to go to our furever home. All that travel in 9 million degree heat with a 3 month old kitten in the back and stupid traffic at the Holland tunnel.
If I weren't going, I start doing my closets again. Of course there is always Sunday. I really want to take advantage of my mental state to clean house - literally. And I also want to get the furniture I don't want out, and the stuff that I do want ( at brother's house) in.
In closing, my normal organizational skills are heightened and my behaviours are changing now too which is good.