quidditchgrrl: (Rainy)
*wince*  Please to be ignoring teh emo in the last post, kthx.

Amazing what a good night's sleep can do - not cure anything or give it new perspective, but get rid of negative energy that clouds the, uh, inner eye?  IDK.  I feel better, thanks to slumber and you all.  :)

Morrissey helps, too.

In other news, it was warm here today!  78* and sunnnnnny.  Of course, tomorrow it's going to be all of 44* according to my FF weather app.  Couldn't we just have split that and been 60* both days, Mother Nature?  NOT complaining, though!

New running shoes = sore inner thighs.  Yeeowch, but hopefully this = thinner thighs?!  *fervently hopes*

Nine years ago today, the Nasdaq reached the nadir of the dot-com craze.  That seems to have worked out well.  *headdesk*

Night, all - warmer weather (for most of us) is coming!
quidditchgrrl: (Run)
1.  Muchas gracias once again, friends, for all of your kind words and encouragement about Bernie dog.  He is doing very well.  The vet agreed with our decision in light of that, and listed him as not requiring further vaccination.  We have some "oncosupport" food supplement, and the vet cleared him to eat rawhide and popcorn again.  My puppy is a happy boy!

2.  A group of former co-workers and I have started a new tradition for first Fridays - International Supper Club.  This month, it was Spain Restaurant, which is one of those places inside a hotel where you could never imagine there could be food so good, yet you realize that culinary yumminess is inevitable.  Next month is Ha Long Bay.  *anticipates*

3.  1,000-calorie Saturdays are back!  I did my Spinning class, then an aerobics class Saturday morning with my friend Shannon.  I will get her to join a gym yet - I know she loved the Y, if she was a little salty with me about the intensity level of the aerobics class.Read more... )

Next week will be the Dublin Irish Festival 4-miler, then I should be back to 8-milers on Saturday mornings.  Ah, warm weather!

4.  I promptly ate up my 1,000 calories by having lunch at The Dube, and dinner at Bonefish Grill.  (Hey, I was carb-loading!)

5.  Today I ran the Arnold Classic 5K with my friend Andrew (who is the cutest, sexiest, and NICEST gay man on the planet).  Set a new PR, too - 29:42!  I know it doesn't sound impressive, but that's about 6 minutes faster than my last 5K, and I am a big girl.  But yay me!  My inner thighs are super-sore though (WTH)?

Being at the Arnold is very, as Andrew put it, distracting - imagine every type of person, of every fitness level, walking around - and this is the important part - confidently and without judgment.  It was crazy, I loved it!

The 'roided out women are also crazy, I couldn't stop staring.

6.  Then I went to The Dube, again, for lunch.  Mmmm.

7.  Uninterested in Watchmen.  Utterly.

8.  Totally interested in Chester French.  Totally.

9.  In the realm of the shitty, I'm now deep within the life of quiet desperation illuminated by Henry David Thoreau as regards my marriage.  Literally no conversation, and sometimes I just leave off in the middle of a sentence because it is so obvious that I'm wasting my breath.  There are times when I am so lonely I want to cry, and I don't cry.

10.  Other than that, life is great.  Really.  :-)
quidditchgrrl: (Rainy)
We saw the veterinary oncologist today, had an OMG!long talk about everything one could ever possibly want to know about canine cancer, but the long story short:  we've decided not to pursue radiation or chemo or vaccination.

His lungs are clear, which is one saving grace.  Severe metastasis has not happened yet.

The median survival rate with all available measures is no greater than 18 months, and the median for the recommended treatment is only 8 months.  With aggressive treatment comes sick doggie, and neither I nor Mr. K. are willing to put Bernie through that, only to lose him anyway.

Best to let him live out his life as happy and healthily as possible, then let him go when he's ready.

In happier news... )
quidditchgrrl: (music = love)

If you have the chance to see The Airborne Toxic Event in your town (or anywhere, for that matter), DO IT.

They are so much more than their big single, and a hoot!  <3ed them.
quidditchgrrl: (Sushi is love)
Oh my, I have had the most fun weekend!  The curse of February is broken!

I went out to dinner with one of my besties to Black Olive, a newish restaurant in a popular area of town.  We were able to be seated without a reservation (which is a true testimony to the state of economy that one can go to any of the dozen restaurants in the Short North at 8pm on a Friday without a reservation), and had the AWESOMEST food!

Really, I usually don't go on and on about eats )

Then, Axis, which was full of fairy princesses *flings hand in air* Whatever.  So, texting for help, we ended up at Sweatin', which is a Friday night hipster dance party )

I dragged my sorry butt up this morning to get to the Y to try out an aerobics class.  It is quite amazing how much easier it is to get up after 4 hours of sleep when you've not been drinking the night before!  I liked the class - it was a lot of different plyometics, step, rebounding, and jump roping - and I'm hoping my friend Shannon will like it too, when she joins me next week.  (Uh, Columbus peeps?  You want to come with me to the downtown Y on Saturday mornings?  Hit me up!)

Then, I made a critical mistake - I decided to stay for yoga.  Ow.  Ow.  Whoa.  OW!  I am not cut out for yoga, man.  My knees and hips do not like it one bit.  *rubs flanks*

But long workouts mean one thing - recovery meal! )

Right now I'm alternating between hot pickled cauliflower and mixed nuts dipped in peanut butter.  Do you think I'm having symptoms of PMS?  Really?  :-P

Tomorrow is Lodge cleaning day, then I'm heading out to see The Airborne Toxic Event.  Can't wait.  Yay March!

So, how was YOUR weekend?
quidditchgrrl: (music = love)
Okay, so I am an unintentionally creepy stalker chick, as I have seen Mr. GQ (so named by the other ladies in my office because of this particular gentleman's long, sleek hair, tailored suits, and shiny shoes) no less than 3 times today.  I swear he flinched when he got on the elevator this afternoon.  :-\

To be fair, I did come close to drooling on his shoes.  He's that yummy.  Yet married and the hair, while bee-yoo-tee-ful, is a little weird in one of his age.

Obsessive, me?  Who says?  :-P

Also in the realm of things that cause me to obsess:  Damon Albarn and Graham Coxon reunite and stun fans.  Get back in the studio already, please!

BIG BIG *hugs* to [livejournal.com profile] roguebitch.  I wish you could move east, at least a little further away from the vortex that you're in now.

I really dislike it when you take a silly test and the result is scarily accurate: )

The weather here is slowly starting to heat up.  I made it through the entire day without turning on my space heater at work, even though I was freezing my tush off.  I'm trying to wean myself off the heat so my body will learn to heat itself.  (Silly, I know, but it's worth a try.)

Katiett, your dad made me cry.  What a dear.

TGIF, y'all.
quidditchgrrl: (the bitch is in)

Please, by all the powers that be, let this month be over soon. )

Oh, and I'm ovulating and horribly, uh, you know, with no relief to be had.  The least of my worries, but the most persistent at the moment.  Alcohol will make the other stuff fade into the background, but only amplifies horniness.  A good smutty book?  I has one.

You know it's bad when you're staring and you make eye contact and you don't even CARE that you look like a desperate pervert.  (Luckily my gay school friend works with said staree and will be able to explain the creepy stalker-chick giving him the eye today.)

I think I'm going to go and channel Jason Statham's strip scene in the last Transporter movie and try to get some shut-eye.

quidditchgrrl: (one tough cookie)
Wow, damn.  And here I was going to post about the ever-more-craptastic things going on in my life (uncle is in ICU with MRSA, one of my bosses has spinal and brain tumors, I may be furloughed for 10 days) but DAMN, this month is sucking for just about everyone!!!


So, to counteract the vortex of suck, here are some wonderful things going on in my life:

1.  My puppy came through his surgery with flying colors, and is doing great!  *huggles her Bernie-dog*

2.  Saw Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, and it was decent!  I like Michael Cera, he is the cutest thing.

3.  I made time to watch the movie, which is something special, indeed.

4.  Stimulus money to Ohio = less ouchy for many people!

5.  Liss send me a beautiful card.  Thanks, lovely!  <3

6.  Going to see the Black Swans Saturday night, small venue FTW!!!

7.  Sunday I'm heading out to see community theatre.  Community theatre FTW!!!

8.  Then I'm going to go back to work.

9.  And avoiding the annual ass-raping calculating of the taxes.  La.

10.  There is no 10.
quidditchgrrl: (Jack has never cried.  Never.)
First off, THANK YOU for all of your positive energy, thoughts and prayers for my big-three issues from earlier this week.

SECOND - I am fine.  Yes, really.  I'm functioning (albeit VERY ready to go back to work on...Tuesday  D:  I may be stuck to the ceiling by then) and getting things done in their courses.

Funeral stuff went as well as can be expected, and the cousins have decided to get a family reunion together in the next year or so.

Super-creepy death stuff unsuitable for the romance of VD )

OH, but the Universe is not finished with me, not by a long shot!  Read more... )

In slightly more normal life news, we went to see "Taken" today.  It was decent, but I was definitely wondering at using a 26-year-old actress to play a 17-year-old girl.  Liam Neeson FTW.

And thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ishie, I am re-reading It Hardly Signifies when I should be texting friends and hitting the town.  I am laaaaame.  But also addicted to Jane Austen fanfiction, so there you go.
quidditchgrrl: (Let It Be)
1. My Granny died last night, after more than a week in hospice care. I'm taking it with much more grace now that I've given up anthromorphized religion. As long as you've influenced others, you are immortal.

2. Dad is going in for prostate surgery (some procedure with a cutesy name - why don't female surgeries have cutesy names like TULIP?!) next week. That is, if he can keep from throwing out his hip/back/sciatic nerve every other day. He can barely walk right now, and lying down is out of the question.

3. And to cap off the bad-things-happen-in-threes, my brother was in a serious motorcycle accident earlier this week. Luckily, he's an experienced rider (he had a bike before he had a license, IIRC) and he and his wife managed to survive a 75mph auto sideswipe with non-life-threatening injuries.

If any of you yahoos go riding without a helmet, I'll beat your heads in myself. Call it preempting the inevitable.

Trying to stay up later to stave off nightmares (had a tremendous one this afternoon, mitigated by the bad news and windy conditions), trying keep my sanity in the face of the next two days of family time, and trying to see the brighter side of things, no matter how bad it looks right now.

Also have been feeling rather guilty at the idea of my relative lack of suffering in this crappy economy, wherein I'm paying off bills/debt, saving money for a down payment, planning new savings for trips, giving more money to charity.  I know it's silly, and I certainly don't gloat or flash any bling.  But it seems that my fortunes go up when everyone else's goes down.  Three cycles of that now, hm.
quidditchgrrl: (Someone needs a hug!)
This day is fired, no bonus, no golden parachute, no severance package. )


I need a stiff drink *chugs Diet Coke*

So, how was YOUR day?  :)


Feb. 1st, 2009 10:35 pm
quidditchgrrl: (Default)
First off, Happy Birthday [livejournal.com profile] abigail89, you sweetie, you!

Second, it was ABOVE FREEZING today!  And sunny!  Glorious.  I went on a nice long run at Sharon Woods (the kids were still sledding down the big hill in back), washed my car, and shoveled the blackened crud from the carport.

Wooooooooooo.  At this point, the little things mean so much, eh?

Third, next Saturday is the Big Ride.  Not sure how to taper for a...three-hour indoor bike ride?  Should I take a complete rest day on Friday?  Hm.

Took care of my niece Natalie on Saturday evening.  She's getting to the fun stage (she just turned 3) where she can tell you what she wants/needs and is independent enough to do things like potty on her own.Read more... )

On the other hand, my second-oldest niece is moving to Italy with her family tomorrow.  The fact that she and the kids are getting out of the South thrills me to no end.  Too bad she can't get away from the military wives, but you can't get everything you wish for.

Hit the scene Saturday night to catch up with old friends and listen to some mediocre music at the local dive bar.  Good times.

Hit the pavement tonight leaving the Lodge, forgetting the physical state phases of water.  Ouchies.

Also,  REPUBLICANS!  Hold up your hands!  The trickle-down is coming, just like Mr. Reagan promised!  Keep 'em high, the money will fall from the sky, like he said.  'S right.

Okay, now that those grabby fingers are otherwise occupied, the rest of us can get to WORK and fix this shizz.

Night, all.  :)


Jan. 27th, 2009 08:56 pm
quidditchgrrl: (Sushi is love)
Arrrgh....*cue for excessive whinging about how no one knows how to drive here in Central Ohio, etc. etc*

I left an hour early from work and arrived home at later than my regularly scheduled time.  Waste of PTO, dammit.

Mr. K is stuck about 30 miles outside of town on I-70, coming back from Indianapolis, which is prolly the worst place on that stretch to be dealing with freezing rain/sleet/snow.

Broke down and watched the Rachel Maddow Show last night on MSNBC.  Yep.  Can't watch her, either.  Too damned <strike>much like me</strike> wordy and slightly, possibly unintentionally, condescending.

Gimme an overblown Keith Olbermann any day.  (Happy birthday, Keef!)

I made noodly stuff (Noodle Ronis) and am very sad I can't eat any.  Sad panda.


[livejournal.com profile] annearchy linked to this, and so will I:  Memo to EPA employees from Lisa P. Jackson, administrator.  AMEN AMEN CAN I GET AN AMEN!

I'm liking this Obama guy more and more.  :)

I really want some noodles.

Is it really horrible to be happy when you "reconnect" with old school acquaintances (as if you ever really hung out, anyway) and find that they are no longer the handsome young thing (or even handsome old devil) they were growing up?  *hangs head*  Guilty.

Well, well - no wonder - High Fructose Corn Syrup contains mercury!  I know there's no quantifiable number in the study, but as mercury does build up in the system over time, I'm going with EVERYBODY PANIC until further notice.  *pushes away veggie dip listing "corn starch - modified" as the SECOND ingredient*

Think maybe I'll have some noodles.
quidditchgrrl: (*brood*)

The past couple of weeks have been a downer for a lot of us, no?

Even the inauguration felt like a short respite from what seems to have been a real soul-sucker of a new year.

I feel guilty for even thinking negatively about my situation, which isn't bad at all, when so many other people are in dire straits or are hurting for more important reasons.

Went out to celebrate a birthday this weekend.  It was great most of the night, but ended up a horrible, morose mess, with all of us crying at some point.  My bestie K is in danger of being deported (she married someone who wasn't actually divorced from his first wife) and she is barely holding on.  I know she's thinking about giving up and going home, and I feel all kinds of horrible and selfish that I can't bring myself to tell her that she has to do the best thing for her mental health, because I want her to be here, with us.

Blah, I hate being in a situation where I do have a voice to make something happen...I just know that what I want to happen isn't necessarily what needs to happen.  Heart broken.

ANYWAY.  It will all turn around, eventually.  As negative as I seem at times, I'm an optimist at heart, pull up the bootstraps, put on the big girl panties, and so on.

I just hope those panties still fit when the time comes.

quidditchgrrl: (Run)
We had a heat wave today!  Nearly 40* all day!  With sun!  *squee*

I got some weird looks running on the snowy/icy/slushy sidewalks downtown in my tank top and gloves.  But OH GOD did it feel good!

Did it again after work...and I'm paying for it.  Yeowch, you forget how much cushioning treadmills have and how unforgiving concrete can be.

Guess I'm only doing the aqua aerobics tomorrow, my vastus medialis are not thanking me right now.  Way to go, genetics. :-P

So how YOU doin'?
quidditchgrrl: (Ravenclaw sexy)

Can I say, Welcome Back, America!  The land of the FREE and the home of the BRAVE!

We do not torture, we know the meaning of hard work, and we understand that with great power comes great responsibility.

Out with the Decider, in with the Commander!  Ah, semantics makes all the difference.

I forgot to get my free abortion donut!  Someone have two for me, eh?

And thus ends the day of loveliness on the political front... )

Have been reading Outliers:The Story of Success by Malcolm Gladwell.  Doesn't really tell one anything they don't already know (that there are no self-made people out there - no, not even YOU), but it's a great study in demographics.  Also explains why I'm not a) a famous author, or b) a concert French Hornist.

Also, I have tickets to see Morrissey in April!  *cutz*

Am super-tired, overtrained, and ready for a good dose of Persuasion and bed.

quidditchgrrl: (Go crazy & buy the shoes!)
Am quasi-watching Burn After Reading while my uterus attempts suicide.  Brad Pitt's character is such an idiot.

I liked the meme [livejournal.com profile] rainpuddle13 posted, so Imma do it:

A. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.

B. Tag eight people (SEE BELOW!). Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you. )

Tagging:  Anyone who's arsed to do this.  It's a quick one, promise.

In other news, I'm seriously tired.  Not sure if it's the weather, overtraining (I've picked up another step class and doing water aerobics with various friends, in addition to the daily spinning class) or work stress, but I'm POOPED.  I look terrible (the area under my eyes looks like a croissant - puffy and flaky).  Feel decent, but draggy.  I've been trying to find time to take a day off, but it's not happening for at least another two weeks (when our Admin Coordinator gets back from medical leave).  It would be wonderful to take Tuesday off for the inauguration, but *looks at list* nope.

*chugs Diet Coke*

OH!  I got my feet analyzed at RoadRunner and got a pair of very nice, neutral Sauconys to start the season off in.  On the pad they have you stand on, my feet hardly show up - my arch is very high, and my forefoot is wide - so just the balls of my feet and my heels showed up on the screen.  Interesting.  The person who helped me was quite fetching, and we have the same podiatrist.  We also bonded over our mutual boredom with television in general.  'S nice, if it did set me back a pretty penny.

But this year, I'm going for quality over quantity.

Thursday night I went out for a concert and saw a great band that was opening for Innerpartysystem, called Paper Route.  V. v. good, kind of that indie-pop thing that is big (?) now.

My WMA keeps bringing up French songs...hm.  Je l'aime!

Happy 3-day weekend, y'all.
quidditchgrrl: (Wonder woman)
'Cause I posted it over at Sparkpeople, it's already written:  Things that have changed since I lost weight, volume 1: )

I did have a moment of whoa recently...maybe it will make you think, too.  I was reading an article (and goodness knows I can't remember what magazine it was in - possibly Prevention) and it made the point that most people could not save themselves or their loved ones if they were in an accident/disaster.  Meaning, they do not have the strength to pull themselves out of a shallow hole, the ability to control their exit/descent from a second-story residental window; they could not carry a 50-pound child up or down 5 flights of stairs without stopping.

While I hate those "OMG OMG PANIC PANIC ABOUT SILLY THINGS THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN!" kinds of articles, this really struck a chord.  Going into scenarios would only add to that panic above, but think about it:  if you were in imminent danger, if your kids were in imminent danger, could you do those things above?  And no BS about the adrenaline effect?  Honestly?

I'm starting plyometric work this week.  You know, just to be sure.


Since I work in what most people would consider Eden, I am free to listen to NPR to my heart's content, take a longer lunch so I can work out, etc. etc. (I hear you gagging), I've gotten to listen to our President-elect quite a bit over the last 2 months.

I'm not sure if it's because I've been forced, for eight long years, to listen to a monkey-man talk about policy and planning, or if Obama is just that awesome.  But wow man, I'm psyched for the inauguration and can't wait for the new administration to get in here!

The vast difference (paraphrasing, natch):

Q:  What are you going to do about Gitmo and the allegations of torture and rendition?

W:  Wut?  Oh, uh, I ain't gonna do nuttin.  Dem's bad people down there in, uh, down in Gitmo.  Those evildoers are hiding secrets and we've got to find out what they know by whatever means we can.

Obama:  We're going to close Gitmo.  Yes, I realize that there are a lot of bad people there, and it will take time and effort to work through this complex situation.  But we will do it with all due diligence and as quickly as we can, protecting both the rights of the detainees and the safety of the US.

It's like a tall, cool drink of water, I tell you.  (The rhetoric, not the man.  Michelle would cut a bitch if you stepped to her man like that!)

Finally, Cbus peeps:  I'm going to a water aerobics class on the west side, Saturday 1.17, 9:30am.  I have free passes for the gym.  Buzz me if you're interested.  It'll be fun!
quidditchgrrl: (Sushi is love)
I've been trying to use the ole ElJay to keep myself awake during the week, but I fell asleep.  Dur.

Went out for Korean last night with friends to Min Ga...oh man oh man I am SO glad I can eat spicy food!  I had Obeng Bokum (scallops and fish cakes stir fried with kimchee and vegetables), and sampled some sweet potato noodles (gelatinous) and seafood pancake (like pizza).

We got to talking about the different kinds of food we've tried, or would like to try.  Cut for the queasy. )

At one point there was an "International Supper Club" among the library folks, and I think we're going to resurrect it...Cbus folks, I will let you know when this is happening.  You will like.  Our next stop will be Spain Restaurant.  My mouth is watering just thinking of the paella....mmmmm.

That meme-y thing that's going around:  Self-knowing Extroverted (REALLY?!) Self-improver )

This morning was our Temple's annual meeting.  Ohio (and central Ohio in particular) is rather well-known for its population of utter pussies when it comes to driving in even slightly inclement weather.  The whining began at 9am on FRIDAY - "are we still having the meeting?  It's gonna be really bad out!"  "Is the meeting still on?  'Cause they're calling for freezing rain and snow!"  Because the local weather stations NEVER exaggerate weather reports and Ohio weather is ALWAYS predictable.

Attendance was sparse, but then again, I need to drive without worrying about people who've never heard of using 2nd gear for traction.  Wimps.

Once that was out of the way, we went to see Valkyrie.  It was decent, mainly because if one can keep others in scenes with Tom Cruise, he can act.  Alone, he comes off as wooden and stilted.  Even though you know how it ends (and if you don't, read the Wikipedia overview), it was still sad to think of those men being reviled as traitors and betrayers by those under their command.  Interesting, worth the watch.

Hopefully you all are having fun-filled weekends.  :-)
quidditchgrrl: (Feet up)
I made it a whole 24 hours before re-activating my paid account.  *is spoiled* 

It sticks in my craw a little, given the state of the ElJay (and I'm in agreement with [livejournal.com profile] flourish's thoughts on why SUP is making several missteps in running the site), but damn it, I hate ads, and don't even mention only having 5 icons *shudder*

Totally worth my money.

WAIT.  How does one get 195 spaces?  I didn't have that many before?!  Hm.

Things I am looking forward to:

--Spinning class tomorrow
--Running after work
--Then Korean food!
--Collapsing into bed

Things I am not looking forward to:

--Annual meeting EARLY Saturday am, wherein I will be required to be peppy, professional and patient with young and old alike (shoot me now, plz)
--Seeing a movie that afternoon when I will be achey, tired and in a bad mood
--Inevitably getting an unneeded rest day because of the above two points

ANYWAY.  [livejournal.com profile] lina_granger tagged me for the 16 things meme, so here goes nothing: )


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