I know. I just wasn't into this one anymore.
New one.
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Christmas Haul
So, this year was not so bad. The snow outside made it really feel like Christmas. My British mother was too afraid to go out in it. Her years in Houston have made her a weather wuss. I ended up sliding over to First Chinese BBQ and we dined on duck. I'm not complaining. That darn duck is so good, you will suck it off the bones.
Anyway, the presents came in fast and furious.
Mom gave me:
A bunch of cash
The book Kitty Wigs. ITS FABULOUS. I had written her 3 months ago that if she loved me she would get me it for Christmas. I guess she got the memo.
Tickets to a couple of shows at the Dallas Theater Center
My sister gave me:
A painting of my kitty cat Penny she did from a photo. Its so sweet. Its my favorite picture of Penny (aka Grand Master P). I need to get it framed.
My dad gave me:
A gift card to jcrew. Wasn't expecting that. Even on sale, I only got a dress and a shirt.
My friend Cherry gave me:
A kitten calendar (does anyone else see a theme here?)
A great pair of earrings
A wonderful smelly candle
Not bad. I'll take it.
So, I think this was what I needed. One more week and the year is done.
Anyway, the presents came in fast and furious.
Mom gave me:
A bunch of cash
The book Kitty Wigs. ITS FABULOUS. I had written her 3 months ago that if she loved me she would get me it for Christmas. I guess she got the memo.
Tickets to a couple of shows at the Dallas Theater Center
My sister gave me:
A painting of my kitty cat Penny she did from a photo. Its so sweet. Its my favorite picture of Penny (aka Grand Master P). I need to get it framed.
My dad gave me:
A gift card to jcrew. Wasn't expecting that. Even on sale, I only got a dress and a shirt.
My friend Cherry gave me:
A kitten calendar (does anyone else see a theme here?)
A great pair of earrings
A wonderful smelly candle
Not bad. I'll take it.
So, I think this was what I needed. One more week and the year is done.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Roller coaster ride
I was having lunch with a friend today, and they reminded me of something I had told them this summer. I had said how much I loved my life. I went on about how great it was.
How can six months make such a difference?
I guess he brought it up because I just kept saying how I wanted this year to be over and how bad it was. The last two months have just been hard. And lately I've just been thinking.
Is this the life I want. Do I want to be married to my job? Do I want kids? Ok, I know the answer to that one, but I don't appear in anyway to be trying to get there.
I get all moody and down.
And then Violet comes up and crawls into my lap for a cuddle.
Really, this year hasn't been so bad. I need to get over the bad stuff and move on. Good things are about.
How can six months make such a difference?
I guess he brought it up because I just kept saying how I wanted this year to be over and how bad it was. The last two months have just been hard. And lately I've just been thinking.
Is this the life I want. Do I want to be married to my job? Do I want kids? Ok, I know the answer to that one, but I don't appear in anyway to be trying to get there.
I get all moody and down.
And then Violet comes up and crawls into my lap for a cuddle.
Really, this year hasn't been so bad. I need to get over the bad stuff and move on. Good things are about.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Getting Into the Holidays
Even though I don't have a single decoration up in my house nor the slightest thought of putting them up anytime in the near future, the rest of the world has gone whole hog into the holiday spirit. This includes my office. We had our holiday happy hour last night, and today my little group has our holiday luncheon.
I was good and went out Wednesday night to buy my Dirty Santa gift. I don't want to be banished for bad gift giving. So, I did what everyone else does: go to Goody Goody or Siegels and buy $20 worth of liquor. I am not quite sure what that says about my job that all of us give and get liquor at the holidays.
My first year, I got a bottle of red wine. I only noticed after the fact that a note was written on it "To Bill, happy holidays xxxx". Regifting is not very holidayish of people. I felt bad for the bottle of wine and drank it.
The next year I got a bottle of Asti. I'm just not even gonna comment on that one.
The next year I got a picture frame. Someone did not get the "only bring liquor" memo.
So, I've had two off years. I think if the universe is fair, I should be unwrapping a nice bottle of Gray Goose at about noon.
I was good and went out Wednesday night to buy my Dirty Santa gift. I don't want to be banished for bad gift giving. So, I did what everyone else does: go to Goody Goody or Siegels and buy $20 worth of liquor. I am not quite sure what that says about my job that all of us give and get liquor at the holidays.
My first year, I got a bottle of red wine. I only noticed after the fact that a note was written on it "To Bill, happy holidays xxxx". Regifting is not very holidayish of people. I felt bad for the bottle of wine and drank it.
The next year I got a bottle of Asti. I'm just not even gonna comment on that one.
The next year I got a picture frame. Someone did not get the "only bring liquor" memo.
So, I've had two off years. I think if the universe is fair, I should be unwrapping a nice bottle of Gray Goose at about noon.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
My stupid mouth
Well, how a week changes everything. I have started this blog about 4 times, and I had to close out after 2 or 3 sentences. It's my head. I've been angry, and what I've written could be taken the wrong way. Even though this is my blog, I have to think of other people. So, I actually started a journal, and I'm writing it down on paper with a pen. So old school and retro. But I can say what I want and its mine.
I lost a good friend this week. My head has finally wrapped around it. I was discussing it this afternoon, and I realized, that I was in a good place. I think the anger is gone. I realize that it might come back, but overall spending the weekend taking care of myself has helped.
In a nutshell, I lost Heather. She was a good girl. I appreciated her as I felt she appreciated me. I would tell her some of the idiot things I have done, and she wouldn't judge. And I knew, if anyone ever hurt me, she would be one of the first ones to kick their ass.
I was trying to remember the last conversation I had with her. Was it about our lives and our futures? No. Was it about her son? No. Was it about my job? No.
It was about oral sex. Seriously, I think one of the last things I ever said to her was "He was sleeping with about 5-10 women and living a certain lifestyle, and I didn't want that lifestyle in my mouth." Seriously, besides saying goodbye and forcing a cupcake on her, that was the last real thing I said.
I gave her a laugh. It wasn't anything deep, but in my very unclassy way, I made her smile. I'm good with that.
I lost a good friend this week. My head has finally wrapped around it. I was discussing it this afternoon, and I realized, that I was in a good place. I think the anger is gone. I realize that it might come back, but overall spending the weekend taking care of myself has helped.
In a nutshell, I lost Heather. She was a good girl. I appreciated her as I felt she appreciated me. I would tell her some of the idiot things I have done, and she wouldn't judge. And I knew, if anyone ever hurt me, she would be one of the first ones to kick their ass.
I was trying to remember the last conversation I had with her. Was it about our lives and our futures? No. Was it about her son? No. Was it about my job? No.
It was about oral sex. Seriously, I think one of the last things I ever said to her was "He was sleeping with about 5-10 women and living a certain lifestyle, and I didn't want that lifestyle in my mouth." Seriously, besides saying goodbye and forcing a cupcake on her, that was the last real thing I said.
I gave her a laugh. It wasn't anything deep, but in my very unclassy way, I made her smile. I'm good with that.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Aha, I'm not crazy
On the drive back yesterday, I listened to my backlog of podcasts. I finally caught up with Radiolab. The topic was parasites.
Seriously, couldn't stop it. Fascinating. Attaching the link to the part that got me.
http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/episodes/2009/09/25/segments/133981
It was a discussion on Toxoplasma Gondii. I learnt in parasitology class in college about how pregnant women were not supposed to clean the cat box. That is because they could be infected by this parasite that is found in cat poop. It leads to miscarriages etc. Not so great stuff.
They go into how exacty toxo works. We humans are the wrong host for it. We are not part of its life cycle. It wants to actually be in rats/rodents. Something that a cat eats. The toxo just wants to get back into the cat and multiply.
When it is in the rat, it works its way into the rats brain and rewires the rat. It makes it so that the rat begins to love the smell of cat. The rat falls in love with the cat, making it so that the rat does not run away when the cat is nearby. Next thing you know, the rat becomes lunch and the toxo gets back into the cat.
Soooo, that has made people start to think. Has toxo rewired humans? Is there a reason that we love cats so much? Are crazy cat ladies really crazy or just infected?
For me, I'm not completely sure. I'm a third generation cat lover. At Thanksgiving, we discussed how everyone in the family has at least one cat. Are we all infected or is it just genetic? Either way, I'm all good with it.
Seriously, couldn't stop it. Fascinating. Attaching the link to the part that got me.
http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/episodes/2009/09/25/segments/133981
It was a discussion on Toxoplasma Gondii. I learnt in parasitology class in college about how pregnant women were not supposed to clean the cat box. That is because they could be infected by this parasite that is found in cat poop. It leads to miscarriages etc. Not so great stuff.
They go into how exacty toxo works. We humans are the wrong host for it. We are not part of its life cycle. It wants to actually be in rats/rodents. Something that a cat eats. The toxo just wants to get back into the cat and multiply.
When it is in the rat, it works its way into the rats brain and rewires the rat. It makes it so that the rat begins to love the smell of cat. The rat falls in love with the cat, making it so that the rat does not run away when the cat is nearby. Next thing you know, the rat becomes lunch and the toxo gets back into the cat.
Soooo, that has made people start to think. Has toxo rewired humans? Is there a reason that we love cats so much? Are crazy cat ladies really crazy or just infected?
For me, I'm not completely sure. I'm a third generation cat lover. At Thanksgiving, we discussed how everyone in the family has at least one cat. Are we all infected or is it just genetic? Either way, I'm all good with it.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Houston
My dad is a geophysicist. That is a very very fancy and over-educated way to say my dad looks for oil. (Black gold, Texas crude). If you are an oilman, where is the logical place for you to live and raise a family. Houston.
Looking back, my childhood in Houston was not so bad, but all I ever wanted to do was get out of there. It was hot, and muggy, and had these huge churches that were super conservative and scary. The list went on and on.
But, whenever I drive back into town, I get happy. I remember things. Being in high school and hanging out on Richmond and Montrose. Red Square on a Saturday night and dancing until 2. The House of Guys (Pies) on Kirby, getting coffee and people watching. Numbers, Butera's, the Alabama Bookstop, Brasil, The Menil, Step Back Sams, the Dream Merchant.
Things have come and gone. I had dinner at the old site of the Dream Merchant at Mark's. It used to be the clothing store that was in an old church. I remember coming home in high school and telling my mom about that store. They sold Docs on what used to be the alter area. Now it's a fancy restaurant. Super fancy. The alter is now the bar. My mom seemed to have issues with them selling shoes on it, but liquor, not so much.
Really, not a bad town. Maybe I'm waxing poetically because it's November and the weather is beautiful. Lets see how much I like this place when I visit in July.
Looking back, my childhood in Houston was not so bad, but all I ever wanted to do was get out of there. It was hot, and muggy, and had these huge churches that were super conservative and scary. The list went on and on.
But, whenever I drive back into town, I get happy. I remember things. Being in high school and hanging out on Richmond and Montrose. Red Square on a Saturday night and dancing until 2. The House of Guys (Pies) on Kirby, getting coffee and people watching. Numbers, Butera's, the Alabama Bookstop, Brasil, The Menil, Step Back Sams, the Dream Merchant.
Things have come and gone. I had dinner at the old site of the Dream Merchant at Mark's. It used to be the clothing store that was in an old church. I remember coming home in high school and telling my mom about that store. They sold Docs on what used to be the alter area. Now it's a fancy restaurant. Super fancy. The alter is now the bar. My mom seemed to have issues with them selling shoes on it, but liquor, not so much.
Really, not a bad town. Maybe I'm waxing poetically because it's November and the weather is beautiful. Lets see how much I like this place when I visit in July.
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