- theCallowQueen
- In the down-hill tumble of life, I'm okay with the scratches and bruises; it's the broken bones that I'm trying to avoid.
Friday, October 14, 2005
my friends, their moms, and me
I had a dream a few nights ago. After the dream I woke and thought to myself, "Now that's a dream I should remember." I then promptly forgot the dream until now.
I started to write out the long version, but I won't bore you with it.
The short version: I was competing in a reality show (mix "The Amazing Race" and "The Apprentice"). I stopped off to take advantage of a Clinique sale at the mall. Where the Clinique woman--who happened to be l42's mom--said that they didn't sell toner at this mall and I'd have to go across town. (Note for the guys: Toner is the second part in most women’s three-step skin care regimes. It comes after the cleanser and before the moisturizer. So the idea that this one item would not be stocked is ridiculous.)
I bought something and hurried away to continue on with my mission. I ended up in this Halloween-like town, where I was told to put on my costume for the final judging. I didn't remember to bring my costume. Big-Bold-D was talking to his mom on the phone. I knew she was going to be coming to see the final judging, so I begged him to ask her to bring toilet paper and tape. I used these items to make a wedding dress in the few short minutes I had. I looked a bit like the corpse bride.
I don't remember who won. Not that it mattered; the competition was obviously rigged.
And, yeah, this was the short version.
I started to write out the long version, but I won't bore you with it.
The short version: I was competing in a reality show (mix "The Amazing Race" and "The Apprentice"). I stopped off to take advantage of a Clinique sale at the mall. Where the Clinique woman--who happened to be l42's mom--said that they didn't sell toner at this mall and I'd have to go across town. (Note for the guys: Toner is the second part in most women’s three-step skin care regimes. It comes after the cleanser and before the moisturizer. So the idea that this one item would not be stocked is ridiculous.)
I bought something and hurried away to continue on with my mission. I ended up in this Halloween-like town, where I was told to put on my costume for the final judging. I didn't remember to bring my costume. Big-Bold-D was talking to his mom on the phone. I knew she was going to be coming to see the final judging, so I begged him to ask her to bring toilet paper and tape. I used these items to make a wedding dress in the few short minutes I had. I looked a bit like the corpse bride.
I don't remember who won. Not that it mattered; the competition was obviously rigged.
And, yeah, this was the short version.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
sluggish
I've been in a bit of a funk the past few days--probably due to this acid reflux ick and being home and not as social. My sleeping schedule is all out of kilter, and I had all these thoughts running through my head. So, when I woke up at 3 a.m. I tried to go back to sleep, failed, and then went to the gym.
The gym is such an odd place at 4 a.m. The staff outnumbers the members. They had one guy at the desk watching a movie and two people cleaning. There was only one other person working out when I arrived. All those machines sitting silent feels so unnatural. The place is usually so busy, bustling, and sweaty. I started with the StairMaster of Doom, which was beautifully clean and sweat-and-spilt-sport-drink-free. Even a clean StairMaster of Doom sucks, though.
But my body is beginning to right itself. I just have to keep eating bland, boring food and taking that little purple pill. Ugh.
Now for the side note that got me started thinking about all of this: It looks like a fat, green slug is sleeping under my skin. It's really just the bruise from the IV they put in my hand. But I feel sluggish, so I see sluggish.
The gym is such an odd place at 4 a.m. The staff outnumbers the members. They had one guy at the desk watching a movie and two people cleaning. There was only one other person working out when I arrived. All those machines sitting silent feels so unnatural. The place is usually so busy, bustling, and sweaty. I started with the StairMaster of Doom, which was beautifully clean and sweat-and-spilt-sport-drink-free. Even a clean StairMaster of Doom sucks, though.
But my body is beginning to right itself. I just have to keep eating bland, boring food and taking that little purple pill. Ugh.
Now for the side note that got me started thinking about all of this: It looks like a fat, green slug is sleeping under my skin. It's really just the bruise from the IV they put in my hand. But I feel sluggish, so I see sluggish.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
thecallowqueen goes to south park
Yeah, that's Nanette, my iPod Nano and constant friend, at my waist.See l42's on her blog. (And the boys are so cute!)
Visit South Park Studio 2 to make your own.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
word of the day: reggaeton
reggaeton, noun. A form of dance music of Latin American origin, incorporating elements of reggae, hip-hop, and other genres. Also reggeatón.
And example from the Village Voice: Sometimes I think I'm the only person around who likes the idea of reggaetion better than the actual music.
I, of course, chose this word because it's cousin, hick-hop, was a past word of the day.
And example from the Village Voice: Sometimes I think I'm the only person around who likes the idea of reggaetion better than the actual music.
I, of course, chose this word because it's cousin, hick-hop, was a past word of the day.
Monday, October 03, 2005
celebrities and chocolate
My roomie and I went to the Chocolate Festival this weekend at Union Station. Saturday morning I was at the gym about to begin my walking lunges (forward singles, doubles, triples and backward singles--yeah, it hurts) when one of the guys at a nearby machine asked another what the Chocolate Festival was.
My ears did that little perky thing. I looked up and mentioned that I was going to the Chocolate Festival. The other guy said he'd be there from 1:30 to 3 p.m. He said it in this formal kind of way. Then it registered: Oh my, that's Gary Lezak! Ha! The NBC weatherman works out at my gym. Anyway, we chatted for a bit and then I continued on with my lunges.
Mary and I did end up seeing him at the Chocolate Festival with his dog Stormy. We each got a free rain poncho, too. (Yeah, we're so cool.) Most of the booths were chocolate related. I had no idea that Better Cheddar had so many chocolate products!
We each had a ticket to enter in the raffle of our choosing. And we actually won one of them! My roomie should be picking up our Mary Kay gift basket today after work.
Now I have a weatherman problem. Ever since Bryan Busby came to my grade school, he has been my weatherman. When I need to know the weather, I turn to him first. (OK, I often turn to the Weather Channel first, but if I've missed my local on the 8s, then I look to Busby.) But now that I've met Lezak, I'm reconsidering this whole thing. I mean he goes to my gym; he must be a superior weatherman. ;)
My ears did that little perky thing. I looked up and mentioned that I was going to the Chocolate Festival. The other guy said he'd be there from 1:30 to 3 p.m. He said it in this formal kind of way. Then it registered: Oh my, that's Gary Lezak! Ha! The NBC weatherman works out at my gym. Anyway, we chatted for a bit and then I continued on with my lunges.
Mary and I did end up seeing him at the Chocolate Festival with his dog Stormy. We each got a free rain poncho, too. (Yeah, we're so cool.) Most of the booths were chocolate related. I had no idea that Better Cheddar had so many chocolate products!
We each had a ticket to enter in the raffle of our choosing. And we actually won one of them! My roomie should be picking up our Mary Kay gift basket today after work.
Now I have a weatherman problem. Ever since Bryan Busby came to my grade school, he has been my weatherman. When I need to know the weather, I turn to him first. (OK, I often turn to the Weather Channel first, but if I've missed my local on the 8s, then I look to Busby.) But now that I've met Lezak, I'm reconsidering this whole thing. I mean he goes to my gym; he must be a superior weatherman. ;)
sold
It's official. My company traded hands today. Had a company phone call with excited heads talking about what a wonderful opportunity this is and how great we are. Received e-mails from excited heads on what a wonderful opportunity this is and how great we are. Don't they know that we minions only want to know who's going to be let go and what our benefits will be?
This is the second time the company I've worked at has been bought. The first acquisition had some real rough patches. I don't expect the same with this one. Other than my insurance, I'm really not that worried. Yes, G-man, I realize I may be eating those words in a few months. Whatever. If it begins to suck here like it did at my last job, I'll just find another freakin' job. But, again, I don't expect that to happen.
This is the second time the company I've worked at has been bought. The first acquisition had some real rough patches. I don't expect the same with this one. Other than my insurance, I'm really not that worried. Yes, G-man, I realize I may be eating those words in a few months. Whatever. If it begins to suck here like it did at my last job, I'll just find another freakin' job. But, again, I don't expect that to happen.
second base
OK, guys, now pay attention. I know this is going to be hard to understand. So I'll type really slowly. A second date does not mean you should try to steal second base. I may have let you walk to first, but that doesn't give you permission to try to run the bases.
a late start
I woke up at 5 a.m. with heartburn. Yes, I should go to the doctor; I know. I took a Pepcid, hoping it would go away. It didn't. I got up at 6 to bug my roomie just before she left for work. Then I sat in front of the TV watching crappy local news and music videos on VH1. VH1, by the way, is SO FREAKIN' ANNOYING. They list the new music that they're going to play. One of the artists was Fiona Apple. Hey, cool, I'll watch for that. The time passes. It's 7, and they're playing Mariah Carey's Shake it Off AGAIN. And still no Fiona. They play the Black Eyed Peas AGAIN. And that Kanye West guy, too. (I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger my ass.) So I'm getting annoyed. And my stomach isn't calming down for me either. Somewhere in here I've taken a shower and dressed and found my shoes. And still no Fiona. Sigh. But I got to see the Sheryl Crow video twice. The art in it is pretty cool. Too bad I don't care for the song.
So I leave for work. Realize that I forgot my book to read over lunch. Go back and grab my book. Go out to the car. Realize that I left my lunch on the table. Go back and grab my lunch.
I finally get to work and it looks a bit like a tailgating party. People are milling around the parking lot. Some are sitting in folding chairs. The office is closed. Power outage. Finally someone posts a note that we're to go home and check in at 11:30 to see if the power has been returned and we can return to work.
I go home. Hey, maybe they haven't shown that Fiona video. Turn on VH1. Crap. Mariah. Flip to other randomness. Flip back to VH1. Kanye again? You've got to be shittin' me. They have all morning to actually play music videos. It's a precious, rare time on the station, and they choose to play the same five videos over and over again? So annoying. Oh, and the new Ricky Martin song sucks. No surprise.
Then I switched channels to watch "Starting Over." This season has a twist. Instead of it being a house full of women looking to get their lives back on track. They have four or five couples. It's a little strange. We don't often show men being made so venerable and crying and talking about the deep issues in such a fashion.
After watching the couple trying to work through their crap, I felt a little better about my petty life. And my tummy had calmed down a bit. I ate some toast and came into work. Yay. (Um, that really wasn't an enthusiastic yay. I'd really rather be at home taking a nap.)
So I leave for work. Realize that I forgot my book to read over lunch. Go back and grab my book. Go out to the car. Realize that I left my lunch on the table. Go back and grab my lunch.
I finally get to work and it looks a bit like a tailgating party. People are milling around the parking lot. Some are sitting in folding chairs. The office is closed. Power outage. Finally someone posts a note that we're to go home and check in at 11:30 to see if the power has been returned and we can return to work.
I go home. Hey, maybe they haven't shown that Fiona video. Turn on VH1. Crap. Mariah. Flip to other randomness. Flip back to VH1. Kanye again? You've got to be shittin' me. They have all morning to actually play music videos. It's a precious, rare time on the station, and they choose to play the same five videos over and over again? So annoying. Oh, and the new Ricky Martin song sucks. No surprise.
Then I switched channels to watch "Starting Over." This season has a twist. Instead of it being a house full of women looking to get their lives back on track. They have four or five couples. It's a little strange. We don't often show men being made so venerable and crying and talking about the deep issues in such a fashion.
After watching the couple trying to work through their crap, I felt a little better about my petty life. And my tummy had calmed down a bit. I ate some toast and came into work. Yay. (Um, that really wasn't an enthusiastic yay. I'd really rather be at home taking a nap.)
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