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Dec. 7th, 2009

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Meme!

stolen fromaloha_moira and auntpurl

You know how sometimes people on your friendslist post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when were they working THERE? Since when were they dating HIM/HER? Since when?" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you should already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.

Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration. One-word answers seldom help anyone out.


NAME: Jess

AGE: 27

LOCATION: Finksburg, MD. I'm Ohioan by birth/upbringing and have not lost my midwestern penchant of talking to everyone in line with me.

OCCUPATION: Adolescent emotional bomb diffuser and paper shuffler extraordinaire.

PARTNER: Eric, the improbably hairy love of my life and husband. Also known as The Fixer.

KIDS: None currently. Signs point to yes in the future.

BROTHERS/SISTERS: One older brother, Joe. Married to Brittany with a 2.5 y.o. son, Chance. He lives in Charlotte, NC and is a restaurant manager. Despite not having regular communication, we love each other very much. I worry that my brother tries too hard to get money and isn't making himself happy. He is fixated with getting a Mercedes, having a million dollar+ house, and all the other various accoutrements of the wealthy. He wants to be a math professor, but he keeps putting off getting his Master's. I have many more thoughts on my brother, but this is supposed to be brief.

PARENTS: Jim and Sue, pastor and retired school librarian, respectively. Married 33 years. Mom has Marfan Syndrome, a genetic degenerative tissue disease that was not passed on to me or my brother.

PETS: One cat, Divo. We adopted him 3 years ago as an tiny adult cat and he remains itty bitty to this day. He's very snuggly, chatty, and mischeivious. He is our fur child.

LIST THE 3-5 BIGGEST THINGS GOING ON IN YOUR LIFE:

1) Working on a Master's in Counselor Education at McDaniel College. Hopeful completion is Spring 2012.

2) Have been overhauling the lower level of our house for... ever? We're actually getting somewhere, having finished Eric's office and nearly finished my new library. Our ETA is contingent upon Eric's father's assistance and that is inconsistent at best.

3) Speaking of Eric's father, Eric's father Nic has been fighting brain cancer for over 2 years. He has had 2 surgeries and been flooded with meds. His word retrieval is getting worse, but he's otherwise not much different from 2 years. Our suspicion is that his endless list of projects has kept him focused and his sheer stubbornness is why he is still around, defying all diagnoses.
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Sep. 3rd, 2009

luckiest

I AM the luckiest f**ker

Clear as the goddamn bells of Notre Dame, I realized that I can't half-ass this grad school thing.  THE BELLS!  THE BELLS!

I researched and prepped for my presentation today, did a Powerpoint, had my obligatory freakout and went to class.  Where my butt was HANDED TO ME by so many far superior, cohesive, in-depth, and insightful presentations than I ever could have considered.  Additionally, because I shorthanded my notes for the project requirements, I actually had a slide that wasn't even REMOTELY what the professor wanted us to discuss.  I mean, I was going to go up there and present a theory that, at this moment, I *still* don't understand AND I WAS GOING TO DO IT WRONG.  Each presentation brought more terror, sitting there screaming inside and begging existence that he doesn't call on me next.  I visibly shook in my chair as every new presenter showed themselves to be ready, knowledgeable, and way better than me.  Waves of fear endorphins would slop over me, nestling in my lower abdominal region, threatening loss of bladder control.  I was trying to devise ways to quickly change my slide when I went up, somehow imperceptibly so he wouldn't see that I hadn't even begun to grasp the full scope of the project.  Then I resigned myself to being the "funny one" who admits she's an idiot and then tries to charm everyone into thinking she should get a good grade because she copped to being human.  I was furiously jotting notes NOT of other presentations, but on MY OWN NOTECARDS so I'd have something, ANYTHING of substance in my talk.

And then I didn't present.

Everyone was so good that they went waaaaay long and four of us (in a class of eleven) are presenting next week.  Guess who's doing major revisions?  Of course, I feel exceptionally lucky, a bit hangdog because I should have gotten my comeuppance for being a bad student, but most surprisingly of all, I feel motivated.  I want find every last article I can and present the shit out of my theory next week.  BRING. IT. ON.

Feb. 18th, 2009

paps

Surprises!


I've felt compelled to send out no-reason-in-particular gifts lately.  Who doesn't like getting mail?  On top of that, when possible, I've sent "grab bag" type gifts where I will also be surprised by the contents.  Fun!

Well, imagine my surprise yesterday when *I* got a kick ass sample box from The Sampler, courtesy of Ms. subpolka .  It was stuffed full of goodies from artisans and I spent well over an hour inspecting and documenting each item.  I am so, so happy and will be using this site A LOT.  Support artists?  Fun new stuff that inspires me?

Heck yeah. With pictures!Collapse )

Aug. 15th, 2007

paps

Fire in the disco... Fire in the Taco Bell

In lieu of any actual life-pdation, I bring you music video nonsense. I am sure many of you are familiar with Dooce.com. She is a lovely lady, great writer and has pretty good taste in just about everything. Yes, I am a sycophant.

ANYWAYS, in her post today, she linked to her AlphaMom where she has 5 music videos. I do not intend to mimic or add to her verbiage in the article. These two videos, however, make me immeasurably happy, so I decided to post them on my page, too.

ETA: To not overload your internets, I inserted an LJ cut. In doing so, I apparently also inserted the internets spiky wang into my privates. I CAN HAZ NON-F'D UP POST?

Due to numerous YouTube links, a cutCollapse )

Dance party!

Apr. 5th, 2007

Robin

Baby's first meme

Stolen from the lovely tommybarbarella


You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
ONE.
Word.

(Not as easy as you might think.)

1. Where is your cell phone? nightstand
2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend/S.O.? tolerant :)
3. Your hair? curly!
4. Your mother? hilarious
5. Your father? formidable
6. Your favorite item? bed
7. Your dream last night? none
8. Your favorite drink? rooibos
9. Your dream car? Jaguar
10. The room you are in? living
11. Your ex? which?
12. Your fear? debt
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? married
14. Who did you hang out with last night? Monkey
15. What you're not? athletic
16. The last thing you did? typed
17. What are you wearing? sweatshirt
18. Your favorite book? Porno
19. The last thing you ate? Twizzlers
20. Your life? random
21. Your mood? subdued
22. Your friends? scattered
23. What are you thinking about right now? kitty
24. Your car? Golf
25. What are you doing at the moment? "working"
26. Your summer? clueless
27. Your relationship status? committed
28. What is on your tv? Betty
29. When is the last time you laughed? hour
30. Last time you cried? week
31. School? maybe

Now.
Yours.
Please.
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Jan. 8th, 2007

paps

In an attempt to be a better poster...

Came in to work 2 hours late today due to IKEA delivery (details below) and still cannot focus on work. Upside: I'm posting!

Weekend, in quick format to subconciously tell self to get to work:

*Friday - Went to quiet bar downtown with Monkey and MonkeyFriendKris. Due to his astonishingly low tolerance, one bring pink Flirtini was all it took for Monkey to begin singing songs about poop. On the plus side, slightly inebriated Monkey goes on and on about his adoration of Minkey, her beauty, intelligence and general awesomeness. IntoxiactedMonkey quickly became SleepyMonkey, so the night ended with us in bed by 11:30.

*Saturday - Minkey slept with cuddling kitten while Monkey went to the auto junkyard to scrounge for bits and pieces. Upon return, we measured the Thyme Green library and headed on down to IKEA to buy some damn bookcases for our library. For those of you in the know, this week was IKEA's big winter sale. Never go to IKEA during a sale. Ever. Just don't. After two hours, we managed to mock up our library (pen, paper, and a little geometry!), find the majority of the things we needed, pay for them and set them up to be delivered to us on Monday. I managed to frighten a small child by referring to the scanning gun as just, "a gun," which in the outskirts of DC is probably not the best idea. After attempting to find any wine that wasn't covered in dust at a super-ghetto liquor store (see above re: outskirts of DC) we headed on over to Ma 'n Pa Monkey's house where MonkeySis was making pizza. I assimilated myself into the vegetable sauteing and cheese-grating frenzy while Monkey made himself scarce in the garage. Was on the receiving end of some FABULOUS nesting ceramic mixing bowls, each a color of the rainbow. Houseware love.

*Sunday - Productive!Minkey day. OCD vacuuming in full-effect as I tested out every attachment that came with the vacuum cleaner. Lots of laundry and then I settled into my personal insane grocery shopping list composition, as follows:

Clip all desired coupons from Sunday paper
Pull up the weekly circular for two grocery stores online
Write a comparative price/sale list for both stores
Choose store
Write detailed grocery list incorporating the sales and prices
Pull out all coupons pertaining to items on my list
Mark which items have coupons
Detail approximate cost for each listed item, including coupon when necessary
Double-check list for any missed items
Approximate total shopping trip cost

Then we go to the store. And any items not on the list added to the cart cause a vigorous coupon book rifling, in case I can get a discount. On this particular trip, I used so many coupons that my cashier had to get a manager override. Hell yeah.

The evening was spent making foodstuffs, as Monkey made Jello and a yum-yum dessert and I made disappointing steaks (the cut of the meat's fault, not mine), baked mashed sweet potatoes and homemade Chex Mix.

We snuggled and watched Little Miss Sunshine while the Chex Mix was baking. That moves which just made me so, so happy. I think I am falling in love with Steve Carrell. Charming. Utterly charming.

*Today - Monday. Work. Blar. Need to respond to one potential new employer, Budapest be damned.
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Dec. 21st, 2006

paps

I hit the wall

Whenever I start to put on weight, I start to get angry with myself. This delightful cycle goes on until my clothing officially doesn't fit right anymore (but I can still get it on.)

Today was that day.

I wiggled my way into a pair of skinny corduroys, took one look at myself in my full-length mirror, took them back off, put on more favorable pants and then packed breakfast and lunch suitable for any small vegetarian mammal.

My office is full of cookies, as it has been for weeks (please see above re: weight gain)and they officially disgust me. Thank god. Hopefully I will be able to sort of continue this path through the new year and stop hating everything about myself right now. Bleargh.

Happy holidays, indeeeed.

Dec. 18th, 2006

Robin

Occasional work amusement

I work in meeting planning, mostly for pharmaceutical companies. After meetings, we process Expense Reimbursements. Many of the meetings we plan and the doctors who attend are in/from foreign countries. This provides some incredibly cute/amusing fodder to lighten the day.

Today's example:

German Pharmacist:
On the Nov 29 I've got an accident at about 7p.m., a car driver roll over my left ankle, it was broken and hurts me. The ambulance brought me to Guys and St. Thomas Hospital. From there I had to take a taxi to the Hilton Hotel, which costs 13 engl. pounds. The next day I had to stay in bed on my room 811 and can't participate to the breakfast and lunch. So the stuff (coworker's name removed) said, I had to order the meals by room-service, which costs 59,13 englisch pounds

Who else just wants to hug him?
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Dec. 15th, 2006

Robin

The importance of adequate lighting when dressing

The bedroom was lit with gray 7:00am forest light as I got ready today. Casual Friday means jeans, nice minty green sweater and brown boots. While putting on said boots, I was petting my obsessive cat and just going through the motions of foot confinement.


Perhaps I should have paid a bit more attention:

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Nov. 1st, 2006

paps

Unapologetic corporate pimpage

I am in love with Amy's Organics. I have been for a couple of years now, but I am regularly impressed how good each new thing I try tastes. I have never found a more consistent commerical food producer. Just... wonderful. And I *love* to cook, but some cuisines (Thai/Indian) are a little too time-and-ingredient intensive, so it's nice to have a reliable source that you can also store in your freezer. They are also beginning to venture into vegan territory, so now ALL my friends can share my love. The only downside is that the brand is not terribly wallet-friendly, but you pay for quality.

I am sitting in organic bliss right now after having consumed this little piece of heaven:

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I am...
1) Full(!!)
2) Enjoying the spicy warmth throughout my body
3) Trying to find out where I can get more of that AMAZING WONDERFUL CHEESE

In summary, save your pennies and buy every Amy's Organic foodstuff that comes near you.

/corporate pimpage

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