quidditchgrrl: (Default)
Ugh. Long week, long weekend!

Sorry that my posts are generally life-updatey, and not fandom-squee-updatey, but there you have it.

True Blood has slightly lost its luster, but hey, I got to see Anna Paquin naked. *grins* I love her. I mean, she's cute. Gah. You know what I mean. >:) I just don't have time to watch TV. Thursday night had me near tears because I just had so much STUFF to do, and I needed to get two episodes in and OMGFREAKOUT.

I will be the FIRST person to have a cable feed implanted directly into my brain/optic nerve.

Have been perusing apartments in the areas of town I'm looking to move into, and I now know: I am spoiled. I want central air. I want washer and dryer hookups (or at least an on-site laundry). I need a place that will allow pets (or will allow them intermittently). And I also want 2 bedrooms, AND to pay less than $650/month with most utilities included.

Oh yeah, and I want to live in the hippest neighborhood in the city. BWAHAHAHAHA. I will prevail. Eventually. Dammit.


Saturday a few friends and I went to the Asian Festival, which is held just outside of downtown Cbus at the Franklin Park Conservatory. I drove, and we came in from the north in order to find side-street parking. The conversation in the car went like this: )

I got a parasol, too, which made the 5-year-old girl in me very happy. :D

For some reason (reason being one of my toenails finally came off), I got it into my head this weekend that I needed to clean my feet up for bare feet/flip-flops/sandals. Runners? You understand what this means. Black toenails. No toenails. Blisters in various stages of healing. Callouses in weird spots. It took me three days, but I got those dogs looking pretty spiffy, good enough for polishing, which I haven't bothered to do since 2006.

I kinda sorta musta forgot how to do the poilsh, because I tipped the bottle while I was painting along, and poured half a bottle of DARK RED NAIL POLISH on the carpet. Yeah, just call me Grace. :P

The night ended with many hours of hanging on the stoop of my friend's place, shooting the breeze and being eaten by mosquitos, debating the use of vibrators and what constitutes cool.

Today, I cleaned, I weeded, I watered (to ensure those afternoon t-storms, dontcha know), and I shopped.

Tonight, I will sleep with acetone fumes charging my dreams.

What are you all up to? :)

Quickies.

May. 21st, 2009 02:40 pm
quidditchgrrl: (Default)
I've got SPRING FEVER! Or it might be swine flu, who knows?

Either way, today has been busy and all about being inside rather than out enjoying the sunshine. Booooo.

Trying to come up with ways to call in sick tomorrow, but make it look legit. Can't think of a thing (and calling in with swine flu might be seen as inducing panic). Guess I'll have to come in. Sigh!

I am having to work harder and harder to keep myself unspoiled for the HBP movie - no trailers, no photos, no interviews - but OH MAN. Cannot wait.

Still considering hitchhiking cross-country for Azkatraz, but I think I might just go and consider it ultra-ultra-ultra marathon training. :P

My sister had her baby shower (she didn't actually want one, but her spoiled neighbor/friend who is also pregnant roped her into it) last weekend, and HOO. My ovaries have shriveled into peanuts and I think my brain shrank a few cc's, too. I can only take so much toddler-speak and discussion of American Idol.

Tried absinthe last weekend - and I liked it. Very strong flavor of licorice, not nearly as bitter/awful as I'd heard. Not really an aperatif (eating a veggie wrap was like chewing black Twizzlers of differing textures), but definitely a libation I will try again. Much better than most beers, or chugging some girly malt drink.

I'm not doing anything after the gym tomorrow aside from grocery shopping. Saturday, maybe Asian Festival? Then karaoke. Sunday is filled with endless possibilities, like cleaning at the Lodge and cleaning out the house for the RUMMAGE SALE OF DOOM on June 13th. Monday, I think will be a day of running. Just so.

Oh crap, I have to find time to watch True Blood! *cries* *starts rearranging schedule* Must.find.techie.friend.who.can.hook.me.up!

Counting down the minutes...what are you all up to this weekend?
quidditchgrrl: (Default)
I started the first season of True Blood last night.

I think I'm kind of in love with Sookie. Or maybe the idea of telepathy, which would be totally cool. I'd love to be able to hear what people are thinking - second to my desired super-hero power to allow people to see themselves as others see them.

This means I'll probably be even more scarce around here than usual (i.e. practically non-existent), but let me know what's going on with you. :)

Ta.
quidditchgrrl: (This is not groovy!)
Why do I torture myself with these things?

Today, thecockpit voice recorder transcript was released for Comair 5191 (theplane that took off from the wrong runway in Kentucky and crashed), andwhat do I do?  Oh, read it.  Fine.

Then what do I do?  Start reading the comments on Fark.  Someone posts a link to last words heard on the CVRs/air traffic tapes.

Now you know what I've been doing for the past hour.

I notice thatmost, if not all, of the transcripts have the crew in conversation,clearly not in the "sterile cockpit" that the FAA says should exist.

The saddest oneis where the First Officer deployed the spoilers (they...stop theplane?  flaps that stop the plane) accidentally, and he keeps saying,"sorry Pete".  You can read what all happened here.

And there's a reason why I don't unbuckle my seatbelt!

quidditchgrrl: (Atta girl!  You're a fount of knowledge!)
It's funny what you can glean from some small thing left behind.

We've had a makeup bag in lost and found since June 28. I'd put a note on it that I would take the bag if it was unclaimed, and lo, today said bag was on my desk.

It's a plastic bag, black and white plaid, the kind you can pick up at Target for $4. Inside were the beauty products of a young teenage girl:

An Estee Lauder eyeshadow case, empty of both eyeshadow and applicator, and a Lancome travel mirror. Probably castoffs from mom, although I'm not sure why she would need what essentially amounts to two mirrors;

Things that she might have bought herself - a Wet n Wild creme shadow in Iced Out, a silver shade that is only worn by 13-year-olds or old Jewish ladies, and a cheap roll-on cologne scented "Ocean Song". The side of the bottle says, "Pray for Peace" and is just one step up from patchouli. Two stained sticks of Chapstick, a staple of young girls everywhere (at least until they can afford better).

Two tubes of mascara, one for thickening and one for separating/lengthening - I can only imagine the kind of raccoon eyes this girl might have been sporting. Maybe she got one from her mother, if it clumped too much.

Hollister August fragrance for girls, which might have been a Christmas gift and smells vaguely of the Debbie Gibson Electric Youth perfume that was so popular fifteen twenty years ago.

And a tube of bubblegum pink Clinique glossware for lips, which matches the stains on the Chapstick tubes. I wonder: did she use the Chapstick to tone the shine down, then?

I don't exactly know what this all means about this girl's life, but I know what it says about me: I spend way too much time analyzing other people's lives.
quidditchgrrl: (Facts?  We don't need no stinkin' facts!)
Tom Cruise and Brooke Shields end up with kids born on the same day...let's see whose post-partum depression lasts longest!

If I ever mention needing to hit the grocery, please hit me roughly about the head and shoulders. I have a little hoarding problem )

Am still in a fairly good mood even with the lack of best outcome on the job front. Grocery shopping done, cabinets are full. I'm bored.
quidditchgrrl: (Rockin' the burbs)
Hot rec for you Snarry fans out there:  Paint It Black by [livejournal.com profile] tarie.  Ron's in there too.  Hot, wow.  Totally not kid/work safe; best read late at night when you can squirm around in your chair without rousing suspicion.  :>

Heck, head over to Diagon Alley and read all of Tarie's fics.  Then review, of course.

Went to Buca di Beppo for father's day...except my dad was a no-show.  I'm not really upset about it - if he doesn't want to spend time with his family, that's his perogative.  Me, I never miss an opportunity for a good meal!  :)  My BIL is a future father, so we met criteria (same thing happened on mother's day, but my sister wasn't showing at the time, and my mom is long dead).  Both times, the servers seemed relieved to deal with "regular" customers on two of the most horrible days to be in the service industry.

In other news, I've really gotten into the show Kept.  It's different from most reality TV because the "star" doesn't do much interacting with the glory-seekers.  No hot tub scenes, no skin, just a bunch of guys trying to get over on each other.  Ego-bashing & petty arguments v. funny.  I'm rooting for Austin or Anwar - they might not be the most handsome, but they certainly are the most mature of the bunch.  Now, I just need to remember to watch...

Damn Tom Cruise and his beard antics!  I really don't want to see War of the Worlds now, just so I don't have to look at his leering, Scientolgist face.  >:O

Tagging entries is addictive.  Tags are love.

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Jun. 19th, 2005 02:06 am
quidditchgrrl: (Witching Hour)
Know what I love about The Station Agent?  The realistic elements.  Like when Fin is in the library and the library worker tells him he can't get a card until he brings in a piece of mail.  And he doesn't argue with her.  Nice.

Yes, such is the boring wonder of my life.

I've been reading quite a bit, lately.  I tend to read in spurts and have at least 5-15 books going at any one time.  In the past month I've finished up several new releases.

Smashed: Story of a Drunken Girlhood )

Fat Girl: A True Story )

There are several more, but I realize that reviews are much better received on [livejournal.com profile] 50bookchallenge (though giving myself a quota of books to read in a year is incredibly stressful for me).  So, just two tonight.

Am I the only person who struggles to cut adverb usage?  I use them so much, without consideration.  Annoying.  Grump.  Makes posting a rather longer affair than it ought to be.

Still haven't seen Batman Begins.  We're going out with paternal unit tomorrow for early dinner, so it'll just have to wait until later, drat.  Spent most of Saturday with a couple of the girls, having lunch and practicing pilates in Goodale Park.  Had thai chili ice cream from Jeni's and Fruitips.  Yum-my!
quidditchgrrl: (I could take him)
Worked a 12-hour shift today.  Every year, the same damn thing happens - people call off on the day after Memorial Day.  I had better not be called in to open tomorrow, or heads are gonna roll.  /whiner pants

I've been *gasp* writing over the weekend.  Not much has come of it, but I'm glad for what little progress has been made on that front.

I've also been spending a lot of time reading Snarry.  Mmm, slashy goodness.  :>

Lately I've been wondering about genetics and family resemblances.  None of my siblings look like our parents (we're blended, so there are a lot of people we could look like, but we just don't) - we look sorta like other relatives.  Case in point:  I look a lot like my paternal grandmother, and my sister looks like some of our ancestors on my mother's side.  But the resemblance is just sort of familial and passing.

I do wonder, however:  how would it feel to look so much like another person?  One of my coworkers looks exactly like her sister and her mother.  Exactly - she dyed her hair light brown so that people wouldn't mistake her for her sister - and people still mix the two of them up.  It's creepy, at least to me.  Hm.
quidditchgrrl: (Mo Cheeky)
Just a friendly reminder, it's that time of the year again.

Please raise your BIG TOE and repeat after me:

As a member of the Faux Paux Sisterhood, I pledge to follow The Rules when I wear sandals and other open-toe shoes:

I promise to always wear sandals that fit. My toes will not hang over and touch the ground, nor will my heels spill over the backs. And the sides and tops of my feet will not pudge out between the straps.

I will go polish-free or vow to keep the polish fresh, intact and chip-free. I will not cheat and just touch up my big toe.

I will sand down any mounds of skin before they turn hard and yellow.

I will shave the hairs off my big toe.

I won't wear pantyhose even if my misinformed girlfriend, coworker, mother or sister tells me the toe seam really will stay under my toes if I tuck it there.

If a strap breaks, I won't duct-tape, pin, glue or tuck it back into place hoping it will stay put. I will get my shoe fixed or toss it. No matter how much it hurts.

I will not live in corn denial; rather I will lean on my good friend Dr. Scholl if my feet need him.

I will resist the urge to buy jelly shoes at Payless for the low, low price of $4.99 even if my feet are small enough to fit into the kids'sizes. This is out of concern for my safety, and the safety of others. No one can walk properly when standing in a pool of sweat, and I would hate to take someone down with me as I fall and break my ankle.

I will take my toe ring off toward the end of the day if my toes swell and begin to look like Vienna sausages.

I will be brutally honest with my girlfriend/sister/coworker when she asks me if her feet are too ugly to wear sandals. Someone has to tell her that her toes look like they've been dragged behind her car on the way to work and no sandal in the world is going to make her feet look good.

I will promise if I wear flip flops, that I will ensure they actually flip and flop, making the correct noise while walking and I will swear NOT to slide or drag my feet while wearing them.

I will promise to go to my local beauty school at least once per season and have a real pedicure (they are about $15 and worth EVERY penny). I say spend another $15.00 and get a even better one.

And finally...

I will promise to throw away any white/off-white sandals that show signs of wear...nothing is tackier than dirty white sandals...

For all our sakes, please don't keep this to yourself - pass it on!

OMG.

May. 8th, 2005 12:50 pm
quidditchgrrl: (Shock!)
I can't believe it.  When I got sick between Thanksgiving and Christmas, I filed a claim for disablility insurance.  I was sure they'd deny the claim, because the case could be made for a pre-existing condition (my summertime surgery).

I love my doctors' assistants!  They did the 634156460 pages of justification paperwork and found everyone I'd dealt with during that time - no less than *15* different doctors! - and sent it to the insurance company.

The check came in the mail yesterday.  Yay!  *does happy dance*
quidditchgrrl: (Just you wait)
Yesterday, I did something stupid, or at least ill-advised.  I picked up a hitchhiker.

Poor guy needed a ride from Graceland to the 5th Avenue Kroger.  He was well-dressed and a little shorter than me.  I figured I could take 'im.

We spent the 20-minute ride talking about his son (nice kid), his ex-wife (they get along for the sake of the kid), Jesus (he believes, I'm neutral), and moving down South (because you know where you stand with the white folks).

I used to pick up hitchhikers quite a bit when I first started driving.  Yeah, yeah, I know.  But the world is so much safer now (think about 1995 vs. 2005 - see what I mean?) and how many times does a nicely-dressed person ask for a ride?  And how often are they not Ted Bundy?  See what I mean?
quidditchgrrl: (I leave for one minute)
It happens every year, about this time.  I don't know if it's the change in the weather, the longer, sunnier evenings that makes everything seem full of possibilities.  Hormones, most likely, some weird domestic urge unsatisfied.  But at this time of the year, when I see flowers in bloom, kids playing in the street, couples pushing strollers, the old familiar yearning erupts again.  Could we, should we...

...buy a house?

Oh, sure, you say.  Why not?  We're young, relatively flush, and settled in our jobs.  Interest rates are decent; it's a buyer's market.  Everyone should invest in a home of their own - it's only smart, financially.

To that I say - HA!  Neither Andy or I care to do yardwork, and I'm the only one in this household that can wield a hammer with anything approaching aptitude.  Our credit is only good enough to net us a crackerbox house in the suburbs, the one place I could never be content to live.  We'd be 'those people' - the ones with foot-high dandelionsgrass, three-year-old mulch overgrown with weeds, and broken tree limbs everywhere.  All home-improvement projects would stagnate, half-finished.  We are so not ready for a home of our own.

But, at this time of the year, it seems like it would be nice.
quidditchgrrl: (Unbridled joy)
I'm still alive, just trolling around everyone's comments sections lately.  Nothing of note happening here, aside from work eating my brain.  I haven't had a free day for a month and my next day off (where I don't have work, Rainbow, or Amaranth duties) is...April 2.  I hope I can make it until then.

[livejournal.com profile] nsmom, I got your postcard from London.  It made my day, thanks so much!  :)

I've been craving some human contact lately, but everyone seems to be as busy as I am.  I really, really want to head over to the C.O. Bigelow flagship store at Easton, but have no one to go with  (I went there today to get some more of the chapped hands cleanser, but had to dash in and out.  Oh man, it's awesome in there, though!).  Boo.

Now I must go to bed without watching Lost - because of a stupid, last-minute meeting at work (in which they'll tell us the state budget has been cut and subtly warn us that our jobs are not secure, because this sort of early-morning pow-pow builds morale just as well as a bullwhip).

Not bitter.  No, not me.
quidditchgrrl: (He loves me by sra33)
...so I'll put 'em under a cut.  I get so upset at women who complain about their boyfriends/husbands/significant others and the fact that men can't read minds.

Why do I love Honeybunch?  Because I understand some very important things about him:

-He will never put the seat down or put the toilet paper on the roll
-He lives and breathes sports, to the exclusion of nearly everything else, including me at times
-He can't read my mind, although to his credit, he does try sometimes
-If I want something specific done around the house, I have to ask and he will do it

What Guys Wish Women Knew )

Honeybunch deals with me because:

-I hate doing laundry.  Correction:  I hate folding and putting away laundry.
-I will never worry about housework when there is anything else to do *refreshes friends' page*
-I like Chinese food and will make the house smell terrible if I want it
-I will never be romantic, except when it comes to the big things in life, like when he buys me a candy bar at the Circle K

All The Things She Wishes Men Knew )

I did make a ton of fried rice and sesame honey chicken to take to Rainbow tonight (our theme for the meeting was Chinese New Year), and man, our house smells bad.  :P  But, yum, fried rice leftovers!

*zooms away*
quidditchgrrl: (World's Smallest Violin by more_than_us)
A good post never begins with a sigh, does it?  Typically I don't let everyday hassles get me down, but today decided to kick my ass.  I've been close to tears for three hours and I'm getting a wee bit jittery.

It started off badly )

And it just kept getting better... )

But wait, there's more (TMI warning) )

Even better, Andy is mad at me )

I don't know if I should feel unloved that only two people have responded to my music meme, or whether I'm so uber-hip that no one can guess the others.  I fear it's the former, which does nothing for my ego.

Good news:  my khakis came out clean in the wash!  *happy dance*

In the interest of moving beyond today's ugliness, tomorrow's to do list:
-work out in the AM
-start editing what [livejournal.com profile] critch sent me yesterday
-look over edits and print out Rainbow newsletter
-go to Rainbow board meeting
-return pants (too big, dammit)
-work on gift ficlets

Random hugs to [livejournal.com profile] silverbookworm, [livejournal.com profile] hastyent and [livejournal.com profile] jacyevans, because they need them MUCH more than I do.  *HUGS*
quidditchgrrl: (Peter by Aeryn12)
I swear at least half of my flist is popping Advil/Midol today, myself included.

Ten hours of work today has sucked my soul dry.  I couldn't imagine having this job and coming home to my own children.  Heads would roll, one way or another.

But lo!  Lost was on, and I remembered to watch it!  Good stuff.  Matthew and Dom ease the pain.  :D

Thank goodness today is over, and that I'm not on the filetmignon LJ server. 

Oh, and Andy Geiger

Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, GOODBYE!
quidditchgrrl: (Ravenclaw Pride by Leetje)
Well, good morning, 2005!  Here's hoping that this year will be better for all of you, because goodness knows for some of us it couldn't get much worse.

Resolutions?  Not many, although I did come to a conclusion about my current job last night.  Read more... )

The things I typically focus on at the new year are year-end reports and getting things started post-holiday.  Not much time for reflection or regret.

Fandom-wise, I am going to concentrate on my writer's block and try to post up some thoughts here without being a complete and total wanker.  Any advice from the peanut gallery?

And now that it's over, End of year meme for 2004 )
quidditchgrrl: (Heaven Knows by fritters)
What a day.  Nothing much of note happened.  Put some money in the bank.  Had unsuccessful attempt to find spa gloves (the kind you wear to bed with lotion).

Went to work.  Possibly got someone in trouble by relating eavesdropped conversation (bad karma!) and OMG the last push for voter registration.  I have learned more than I ever wanted to know about the registration process.  NO ONE reads the directions on forms.  Black ink.  Clearly print.  County, not country.  "Applicant" means you.  Yes, you.

No, you can't just white it out.  >.<  There is no way to mark the form so you won't be called to jury duty, sorry.  It's the price you pay to participate in government.

These folks are going to be voting come November 2.  God save us all.  :-P

Also gives me more proof positive that money /= brains.

Oh, and a meme, why not. )

Just asking:  Am I the only one who obsessively edits their posts before putting them up?  I just hate to put something up with typos.
quidditchgrrl: (I didn't do it created by CamillaBloom)
My year is going to go out very nicely, I think. This week has nearly made up for all the shit of the past few months.

Saw ROTK this weekend. It was...spectacular. [livejournal.com profile] hastyent asked me what I thought, but I can't do much analysis as I've not read the books. She gave me good advice (read Two Towers first, then Return of the King, and Fellowship of the Ring last) so I'll make another attempt. But, the movie! I don't think I stopped crying after Boromir left to meet the Orcs for the second time. And yes, I respected the pretty, oh yes I did. :D (I did not, however, respect the parents who brought along their 2-year-old for a three and a half hour movie *stabs*)

I have also been AFK, shopping. Not just shopping, but shopping because my pants are too big!!!! :D I have, since May, lost a grand total of 18 pounds. Fifteen of that went during my spinning class (and some of it due to the increased physical demands of my current job). I'm now down to the size I was in high school, two pant sizes from a year ago. I'm going in for an evaluation tomorrow at the gym. My goal is to get out of plus sizes and wear normal people clothes for the first time in my life.

Yes, my friends, the last couple of weeks have been very, very good to me. We're getting a raise at work, despite the continued budget crunch for libraries, and a 2% cost-of-living increase. More money in the new year! That's never a bad thing.

And since I rarely make resolutions, I decided this would be the year to have one or two:

1. Get my daily intake of calcium.
2. Get married.

Both doable, yes? Here's to 2004 being a fair sight better than 2003 for everyone! *throws confetti*

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