I wish I had something more interesting to say about today...but here's all I got:
1.) There was a 2 for $5 on Archer Farms salsa at Target. I got the salsa verde and the salsa con queso. Both were delcious...
...until Hoarders came on. Then I realized that the salsa con queso sort of reminded me of some of the unidentifiable mess found in this poor hoarder's toilet.
I will attempt to try again tomorrow.
Oh, and Max's book report went over very well. Woo hoo! (He's still grounded though.)
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Day 37
I don't know how I did it, but I managed to successfully and creatively help Max with a book report situation, (there was some grounding involved for procrastination AND forgetting the book he was *supposed* to report on at school), tidy up the house, put up all the Christmas decorations, make hot cocoa, and watch a couple holiday movies on only 2 hours of sleep.
Book Report: Max had all month to read a book and then fill a bag with 5 things that represented things from said book.
Total number of pages he read from his book: 0
Book Location: In his cubby at school
Book Report Due Date: Less than 24 hours
Type of Book Needed for Report: Historical Fiction
Outlook: Grim
Course of Action:
1.) Express disappointment, explain the importance of getting schoolwork done...on time, enstate grounding from video and computer games for 3 full days.
2.) Look for comparable books for report; required a Google search for "Historical Fiction for Children" Discover that Robin Hood, Treasure Island, and Anne of Green Gables are historical fiction pieces. Discover a treasury in the basement that contains all of these stories. Bingo.
3.) Let Max choose which of the three he wanted to read; Robin Hood it is; quietly read for an hour while mom keeps watch on the couch
4.) Ask questions about the story to prove Max actually read it. He did.
5.) Scavenge the house for 5 things to put in the bag:
1.) Found an old Sheriff's badge in a box in the basement = Sheriff of Nottingham;
2.) A piece of fake pine branch fell off the new Christmas tree = Sherwood Forest;
3.) Fashion a miniature sword and shield out of cardboard and tin foil = Medieval Times;
4.) Fashion an arrow out of Cardboard and foil = Robin wins the archery contest and the golden arrow;
5.) A bunch of my old golden mardi gras beads = Gold that Robin stole from the rich and gave to the poor;
6.) Max insisted on sticking in an old Bob the Builder figurine to represent Little John.
And voila...book report completed.
Christmas Decorations: Here they are:
And, of course, while we decorated, we played Christmas music. Most of the time, Max and I made up our own lyrics...his personal favorite of mine? During a break in "Frosty the Snowman" I chimed in with "Frosty's gonna die!" Max found this to be hilarious.
Aye...that's what happens on 2 hours of sleep.
Book Report: Max had all month to read a book and then fill a bag with 5 things that represented things from said book.
Total number of pages he read from his book: 0
Book Location: In his cubby at school
Book Report Due Date: Less than 24 hours
Type of Book Needed for Report: Historical Fiction
Outlook: Grim
Course of Action:
1.) Express disappointment, explain the importance of getting schoolwork done...on time, enstate grounding from video and computer games for 3 full days.
2.) Look for comparable books for report; required a Google search for "Historical Fiction for Children" Discover that Robin Hood, Treasure Island, and Anne of Green Gables are historical fiction pieces. Discover a treasury in the basement that contains all of these stories. Bingo.
3.) Let Max choose which of the three he wanted to read; Robin Hood it is; quietly read for an hour while mom keeps watch on the couch
4.) Ask questions about the story to prove Max actually read it. He did.
5.) Scavenge the house for 5 things to put in the bag:
1.) Found an old Sheriff's badge in a box in the basement = Sheriff of Nottingham;
2.) A piece of fake pine branch fell off the new Christmas tree = Sherwood Forest;
3.) Fashion a miniature sword and shield out of cardboard and tin foil = Medieval Times;
4.) Fashion an arrow out of Cardboard and foil = Robin wins the archery contest and the golden arrow;
5.) A bunch of my old golden mardi gras beads = Gold that Robin stole from the rich and gave to the poor;
6.) Max insisted on sticking in an old Bob the Builder figurine to represent Little John.
And voila...book report completed.
Christmas Decorations: Here they are:
And, of course, while we decorated, we played Christmas music. Most of the time, Max and I made up our own lyrics...his personal favorite of mine? During a break in "Frosty the Snowman" I chimed in with "Frosty's gonna die!" Max found this to be hilarious.
Aye...that's what happens on 2 hours of sleep.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Day 36
Today was a day of improv. ComedySportz at 6pm to see my friend Peter play. Then it was Mrs. Dad and The Deltones at 8pm at iO, followed by Henrietta Pussycat and Bullet Lounge at 10:30pm, followed by Challenger and Blackout at midnight.
It was a fun night...and I probably drank a little too much...and I also came to a stark realization that I'm still on the fence about. (*facepalm*)
Oh yeah, then I went to Mother's to meet up with a friend for a bit. On the way I was nearly accosted by a meth head. (Okay, accosted is a strong word...but I was a little scared...and am currently thinking about taking self-defense classes and purchasing pepper spray...because I walk around Chicago a lot...)
After Mother's, my friend and I went to Hollywood Grill for some breffast. I had eggs benedict. It's my go to. I love hollandaise sauce.
Observation: I am sooooo glad that I don't feel the need to dress like a hoochie when I go out. What the fuck are these girls thinking? I am trying to eat, woman...I don't want to see the bottom of your ass cheeks staring me in the face...highlighted by highly reflective and glittery hot pants. I just don't. Actually, no one does.
It was a fun night...and I probably drank a little too much...and I also came to a stark realization that I'm still on the fence about. (*facepalm*)
Oh yeah, then I went to Mother's to meet up with a friend for a bit. On the way I was nearly accosted by a meth head. (Okay, accosted is a strong word...but I was a little scared...and am currently thinking about taking self-defense classes and purchasing pepper spray...because I walk around Chicago a lot...)
After Mother's, my friend and I went to Hollywood Grill for some breffast. I had eggs benedict. It's my go to. I love hollandaise sauce.
Observation: I am sooooo glad that I don't feel the need to dress like a hoochie when I go out. What the fuck are these girls thinking? I am trying to eat, woman...I don't want to see the bottom of your ass cheeks staring me in the face...highlighted by highly reflective and glittery hot pants. I just don't. Actually, no one does.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Day 35
Actually, I kind of liked being up a full 2 hours before sunrise. The roads were quiet, I had some coffee. It was pretty nice. However, I drove past a Walmart on the way to my aunt's house...holy shit. The parking lot was SCARY.
I couldn't handle that type of crowding. Seriously. I think I would have passed out.
Luckily my aunt and I only had a few stops to make...I got my Christmas tree and decorations (at a stunning deal, fyi) and a few gifts for Max...along with a pair of 1/2 off jeans from Old Navy. It was a nice way to spend the morning actually. I'm glad I did it.
I took a nap and headed to my intern shift at iO. The shows were great, nice crowds, stayed and had a drink afterwards...then made a pit stop at the Starbucks...because I had to pee so badly that I feared I wouldn't make it to Lake Shore Drive.
I also bought a vanilla latte...to help me stay awake. It was a good night...stellar even. One of those nights where you're like, "Man, it's been a while since I had a night this fun...what a treat."
And a friend gave me an orange.
I mean, really, it doesn't get much better than that, right?
I couldn't handle that type of crowding. Seriously. I think I would have passed out.
Luckily my aunt and I only had a few stops to make...I got my Christmas tree and decorations (at a stunning deal, fyi) and a few gifts for Max...along with a pair of 1/2 off jeans from Old Navy. It was a nice way to spend the morning actually. I'm glad I did it.
I took a nap and headed to my intern shift at iO. The shows were great, nice crowds, stayed and had a drink afterwards...then made a pit stop at the Starbucks...because I had to pee so badly that I feared I wouldn't make it to Lake Shore Drive.
I also bought a vanilla latte...to help me stay awake. It was a good night...stellar even. One of those nights where you're like, "Man, it's been a while since I had a night this fun...what a treat."
And a friend gave me an orange.
I mean, really, it doesn't get much better than that, right?
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Day 34
Happy Thanksgiving! Went to my parents' house for a nice dinner and some board games. Then I took Max to his dad's side of the family.
I hit up the Walgreens by my house for some AirWick refills and a Vanilla Glade Plug-in.
I'm really thankful for a great smelling house...
...I mean, in addition to the wonderful people in my life.
Max and his dad came over for a little while after they left their family thing. We sat around and laughed and talked. Then my aunt called, asking what Max and I wanted for Christmas...and during the conversation I was talked into waking up at 4am to go shopping on Black Friday. We'll see how this goes...
I hit up the Walgreens by my house for some AirWick refills and a Vanilla Glade Plug-in.
I'm really thankful for a great smelling house...
...I mean, in addition to the wonderful people in my life.
Max and his dad came over for a little while after they left their family thing. We sat around and laughed and talked. Then my aunt called, asking what Max and I wanted for Christmas...and during the conversation I was talked into waking up at 4am to go shopping on Black Friday. We'll see how this goes...
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Day 33
Nobody was in the office today. In fact, it was so light we ended up playing Murder for about an hour. Typically, I rock this game when I'm the murderer...my current record was something like 3-1. But today? Today I freaking caved. I was terrible. And I was found out on the first round of voting.
I chalk it up to there only being like 8 people playing. It's harder to be sneaky in a small group. It really is. Plus? I was really excited about getting home and possibly hitting Pioneer Tap for Black Wednesday karaoke.
Um...I ended up being lazy on my couch...watching a movie and drinking a mimosa. Turkey tomorrow. So. Excited.
I chalk it up to there only being like 8 people playing. It's harder to be sneaky in a small group. It really is. Plus? I was really excited about getting home and possibly hitting Pioneer Tap for Black Wednesday karaoke.
Um...I ended up being lazy on my couch...watching a movie and drinking a mimosa. Turkey tomorrow. So. Excited.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Day 32
I love my mom. She really is the best. And the P.S. of the email she sent me today? Priceless:
"PS: Doing laundry and light housekeeping is kind meditative, yes? Also, you may want to consider riding the train into Chicago and home from time to time…it’s cheaper and will save you $$...not to mention the Hottness I see on the train every day. There was this guy on the train this morning…definitely your type…sitting across the aisle from me…cute as ever…and when I dropped my knitting counter he picked it up for me and we struck up a conversation. I couldn’t help thinking, “God, I wish Tiff was here!”…you would also make some new girlfriends from the train. You could take it to Randolph and then hop the Redline or Brownline to get you to work. Think about it…."
"PS: Doing laundry and light housekeeping is kind meditative, yes? Also, you may want to consider riding the train into Chicago and home from time to time…it’s cheaper and will save you $$...not to mention the Hottness I see on the train every day. There was this guy on the train this morning…definitely your type…sitting across the aisle from me…cute as ever…and when I dropped my knitting counter he picked it up for me and we struck up a conversation. I couldn’t help thinking, “God, I wish Tiff was here!”…you would also make some new girlfriends from the train. You could take it to Randolph and then hop the Redline or Brownline to get you to work. Think about it…."
Monday, November 23, 2009
Day 31
It's funny how sometimes I don't realize I'm an expert in something because it's just part of my routine.
Case in point:
At work, there's a project involving beauty products going on. A coworker suggested to the writer working on it that he should probably ask me for any tips...as I'm apparently quite the hair, skin, and make up guru. I thought about it for a minute and I realized that I really kind of am. Not because I went to beauty school or something like that, but because I basically get a girl-boner every time I step foot into a beauty supply store...or heck, the cosmetic aisle at Walgreens. I just love beauty supplies and cosmetics. Shiny new lip balms, shimmery eye shadows, new lotions, hair dye (duh), even freaking deodorants---I just go crazy for the stuff.
So I told the writer to come to me and I'd help if I could.
Later on my favorite conversation in history thus far occured:
Writer: "Hey Tiff, so facial scrub...when should you use it? I mean do you use it everyday?"
Me: "Um, not everyday."
Writer: "But what about if you use foundation?"
Me: "I use foundation everyday, but I don't necessarily need to use a scrub. Scrubs are good to exfoliate, but maybe only 2 or 3 times a week at most. I just use face wash everyday."
Writer: "Face wash? Is that a thing?"
Case in point:
At work, there's a project involving beauty products going on. A coworker suggested to the writer working on it that he should probably ask me for any tips...as I'm apparently quite the hair, skin, and make up guru. I thought about it for a minute and I realized that I really kind of am. Not because I went to beauty school or something like that, but because I basically get a girl-boner every time I step foot into a beauty supply store...or heck, the cosmetic aisle at Walgreens. I just love beauty supplies and cosmetics. Shiny new lip balms, shimmery eye shadows, new lotions, hair dye (duh), even freaking deodorants---I just go crazy for the stuff.
So I told the writer to come to me and I'd help if I could.
Later on my favorite conversation in history thus far occured:
Writer: "Hey Tiff, so facial scrub...when should you use it? I mean do you use it everyday?"
Me: "Um, not everyday."
Writer: "But what about if you use foundation?"
Me: "I use foundation everyday, but I don't necessarily need to use a scrub. Scrubs are good to exfoliate, but maybe only 2 or 3 times a week at most. I just use face wash everyday."
Writer: "Face wash? Is that a thing?"
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Day 30
Took at wonderful improv workshop at The Playground Theater this afternnoon. It was a limited class, so there were only 6 of us. Basically, we played and each got specialized feedback and individual time to work on what we needed to work on. My issue? I judge myself too much. (Surprise, surprise, right?) Our coach, John, told me that I was at my improv peak when I latched on to a character and just went with it. So I had to play a shit-ton of characters for the remainder of the workshop. He was right. When I let go and let the character come out, I immediately committed to each and every scene I was in. I still like to play as myself, but I think that bringing out these characters more often right now is going to help me find the right balance.
So, if you see me perform in the near future, watch out...some crazy shit will be going down. I promise.
After the workshop, I hung out with Max watching a game show on the Science Channel called Head Games. Pretty fun, actually. Later, his dad came by to pick him up. He wanted to keep him overnight because he hadn't had much time to see him earlier in the week.
I decided to use my evening to catch Middleage Comeback and 3033 at iO. (Sundays are usually reserved for mom-duty, so I thought I'd better catch the shows now while Max was with his dad.)
Family Treehouse Boat Accident sat in for Jim of Middleage Comeback. The show was hysterical. I got to see my Level 1 instructor, Craig, perform which was pretty awesome. Then I saw 3033 and again, I was blown away. Well worth any tiredness I'll be experiencing from staying up later than usual on a Sunday.
So, if you see me perform in the near future, watch out...some crazy shit will be going down. I promise.
After the workshop, I hung out with Max watching a game show on the Science Channel called Head Games. Pretty fun, actually. Later, his dad came by to pick him up. He wanted to keep him overnight because he hadn't had much time to see him earlier in the week.
I decided to use my evening to catch Middleage Comeback and 3033 at iO. (Sundays are usually reserved for mom-duty, so I thought I'd better catch the shows now while Max was with his dad.)
Family Treehouse Boat Accident sat in for Jim of Middleage Comeback. The show was hysterical. I got to see my Level 1 instructor, Craig, perform which was pretty awesome. Then I saw 3033 and again, I was blown away. Well worth any tiredness I'll be experiencing from staying up later than usual on a Sunday.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Day 29
Part of me wishes I'd decided to make this blog more than just snippets of each day. So very much to write...however, that's not the format.
The short and sweet:
Learned some interesting information recently. Shed a little light on some things. (Read: I'm mildy pissed and a bit sad at the same time. And also unsure of how to handle my next steps.)
Instead of overthinking things, I decided to have Melissa over for mimosas and general bitching. We both needed to vent. It was splendiferous. And? I decided that my hair wasn't red enough...so, we fixed that right up. It went a little something like this:
Me: "So, do you like it? Or do you think I should go redder? I'm on the fence."
Melissa: "Redder? Like how red? Like A Fine Frenzy red?"
Me: "Something like that. Maybe not THAT red. I don't know. What do you think?"
Melissa: "Dooo itttttt," she said, grinning rather precociously.
Me: "I'm running to Meijer. Be back in 20 minutes."
We also had a discussion about how since I was dressed rather unfortunately, the Hottie Bus would likely be making a Meijer pitstop that evening. (Especially since last Saturday I got dolled up and ended up at Meijer and no hotties were anywhere.) Tonight was a complete 180: Sweatpants, a zebra-print coat, hair still wet from a shower all pulled up messily on my head, and brown maryjane shoes with white socks. Sure enough...the second I walked through the doors, Hottie McHotass comes around the corner. Perfect. No matter. They were playing New Kids on the Block "I'll Be Loving You Forever" which I immediately began singing (quite loudly) through the aisles on my hunt for hair dye. So even if I did look presentable, that display would have most definitely made him run the other direction.
Anyhow, I returned and without a thought, put the dye on my head. Here are the results (which I adore):
The night concluded with us wondering what ever happened to Mystikal, and coming to the conclusion that my cat stole his teeth and is hiding them in the upholstery of one of my kitchen chairs. (Like I said, we were drinking mimosas...)
The short and sweet:
Learned some interesting information recently. Shed a little light on some things. (Read: I'm mildy pissed and a bit sad at the same time. And also unsure of how to handle my next steps.)
Instead of overthinking things, I decided to have Melissa over for mimosas and general bitching. We both needed to vent. It was splendiferous. And? I decided that my hair wasn't red enough...so, we fixed that right up. It went a little something like this:
Me: "So, do you like it? Or do you think I should go redder? I'm on the fence."
Melissa: "Redder? Like how red? Like A Fine Frenzy red?"
Me: "Something like that. Maybe not THAT red. I don't know. What do you think?"
Melissa: "Dooo itttttt," she said, grinning rather precociously.
Me: "I'm running to Meijer. Be back in 20 minutes."
We also had a discussion about how since I was dressed rather unfortunately, the Hottie Bus would likely be making a Meijer pitstop that evening. (Especially since last Saturday I got dolled up and ended up at Meijer and no hotties were anywhere.) Tonight was a complete 180: Sweatpants, a zebra-print coat, hair still wet from a shower all pulled up messily on my head, and brown maryjane shoes with white socks. Sure enough...the second I walked through the doors, Hottie McHotass comes around the corner. Perfect. No matter. They were playing New Kids on the Block "I'll Be Loving You Forever" which I immediately began singing (quite loudly) through the aisles on my hunt for hair dye. So even if I did look presentable, that display would have most definitely made him run the other direction.
Anyhow, I returned and without a thought, put the dye on my head. Here are the results (which I adore):
The night concluded with us wondering what ever happened to Mystikal, and coming to the conclusion that my cat stole his teeth and is hiding them in the upholstery of one of my kitchen chairs. (Like I said, we were drinking mimosas...)
Friday, November 20, 2009
Day 28
I'm sort of a redhead now. I got that "Hey, argh...life's being complicated. It's two in the morning...I should change my haircolor." impulse.
Not sure if I think it's too red, or not red enough, actually.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Day 27
Weird day. All seemed well...and then? Pfft. It just went to shit.
What I want to know is, why do generally nice people tend to get the short end of the stick? And people who are less nice (not quite the adjectives I wanted to use, but I'm being...well...nice here) seem to have the world handed to them on a silver platter?
Is that just the way it goes? I mean, really?
Well screw that. I'll stick to being me...just the way I am.
I may not have everything I want, but the things I do have? I think they're pretty amazing. (Plus, the struggle makes the attainment of my silly dreams that much sweeter.)
What I want to know is, why do generally nice people tend to get the short end of the stick? And people who are less nice (not quite the adjectives I wanted to use, but I'm being...well...nice here) seem to have the world handed to them on a silver platter?
Is that just the way it goes? I mean, really?
Well screw that. I'll stick to being me...just the way I am.
I may not have everything I want, but the things I do have? I think they're pretty amazing. (Plus, the struggle makes the attainment of my silly dreams that much sweeter.)
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Day 26
My friends would probably say that I'm nice...to a fault. But today, I really had to question what's going on with humanity these days.
Before work, I stopped at the gas station near my house. I got a coffee, $15 worth of gas, and a pack of Pall Mall Blue 100s. When the cashier rang me up, I noticed the total was only about $17.
Now, Indiana cigarettes are way cheaper than Chicago cigarettes, but not THAT cheap. So I asked the cashier if she included the cigarettes in the total and she confirmed that she did.
I was on pump #10, so then I thought to myself "Perhaps she thought I said $10, not 'Pump 10'." That would make sense. So I went to the pump and started filling up.
Clunk. The pump stopped. $15.
I pulled the receipt out of the trash can to double check. Unfortunately it didn't list the items I'd purchased, only the total. But I knew better. There was no way she'd charged me for the smokes.
So, I went inside with the pack, and asked the cashier if she was SURE she'd charged me for the smokes. Sure enough, she'd forgotten.
What happened next kind of blew my mind.
She started thanking me profusely. You'd think I'd saved her kitten from the jaws of a renegade sewer croc.
To me, it just made sense: pay for the cigarettes. But then I realized that maybe some people wouldn't have tried to rectify the mistake. I'm not perfect. At all. There have been times when I didn't notice that I was undercharged, or trying to go back and set things straight in a similar situation wasn't a possibility...(not to mention the random moments of debauchery or less-than-ideal behavior peppered throughout my life. And I swear like a trucker...it's true.)...
... but the way that cashier thanked me this morning, it just made me think...is honest and kind behavior the exception these days? I really, really hope not.
Before work, I stopped at the gas station near my house. I got a coffee, $15 worth of gas, and a pack of Pall Mall Blue 100s. When the cashier rang me up, I noticed the total was only about $17.
Now, Indiana cigarettes are way cheaper than Chicago cigarettes, but not THAT cheap. So I asked the cashier if she included the cigarettes in the total and she confirmed that she did.
I was on pump #10, so then I thought to myself "Perhaps she thought I said $10, not 'Pump 10'." That would make sense. So I went to the pump and started filling up.
Clunk. The pump stopped. $15.
I pulled the receipt out of the trash can to double check. Unfortunately it didn't list the items I'd purchased, only the total. But I knew better. There was no way she'd charged me for the smokes.
So, I went inside with the pack, and asked the cashier if she was SURE she'd charged me for the smokes. Sure enough, she'd forgotten.
What happened next kind of blew my mind.
She started thanking me profusely. You'd think I'd saved her kitten from the jaws of a renegade sewer croc.
To me, it just made sense: pay for the cigarettes. But then I realized that maybe some people wouldn't have tried to rectify the mistake. I'm not perfect. At all. There have been times when I didn't notice that I was undercharged, or trying to go back and set things straight in a similar situation wasn't a possibility...(not to mention the random moments of debauchery or less-than-ideal behavior peppered throughout my life. And I swear like a trucker...it's true.)...
... but the way that cashier thanked me this morning, it just made me think...is honest and kind behavior the exception these days? I really, really hope not.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Day 25
Felt a lot better today. Still mildly queasy, but good overall.
Left 4 Dead 2 came out today. Got to see it when I went to pick up Max. Loved it. Can't wait to buy it and actually play it myself.
Angela came over and we sat and chatted until about midnight. It was fun catching up. She didn't know about my Match.com experience that lasted about 10 seconds. (Never. Again.) I'm cool with the way things are, and I'm more with the philosophy that what's supposed to happen will happen, there's no use forcing anything.
Especially since, well, I don't know...I don't really know what I want anyways.
But who really cares about that stuff.
Left 4 Dead 2 came out today. Got to see it when I went to pick up Max. Loved it. Can't wait to buy it and actually play it myself.
Angela came over and we sat and chatted until about midnight. It was fun catching up. She didn't know about my Match.com experience that lasted about 10 seconds. (Never. Again.) I'm cool with the way things are, and I'm more with the philosophy that what's supposed to happen will happen, there's no use forcing anything.
Especially since, well, I don't know...I don't really know what I want anyways.
But who really cares about that stuff.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Day 24
Super sick today. Thought I might be getting the swine. Dizzy, queasy, nervous. Ick. Stayed home and slept out the germs. Bah.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Day 23
So...today was my housewarming party. Had a lot of family and some family friends over. Good times. I even made that chili cheese dip with the cream cheese at the bottom. Delish.
Anyhow, got a lot of necessities: blender, food processor, coffee maker (ok, I got it early...because the gift giver KNEW I couldn't do without it...), silverware, all kinds of great things to get me started.
Also got a toaster oven. WHICH I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED. I mean, the best way to cook pizza rolls? Toaster oven. Seriously, this thing is badass. So much so, that I HAD to test it out tonight. Made some frozen potato skins for Max.
I'd just gotten back from Target, where I picked up some extra things, including a schweet microwave that was on sale, and brand new oven mitts.
So, I preheated the toaster oven, and had a little trouble with the baking tray. As I fumbled with it...with the oven mitt on, of course, I started to smell something burning. I pulled my hand away from the oven to see that I'd caught my new oven mitt on fire from the toaster oven.
Yes. That's me.
Sheesh.
All is well. The mitt is scarred, but the tater skins turned out just peachy.
Anyhow, got a lot of necessities: blender, food processor, coffee maker (ok, I got it early...because the gift giver KNEW I couldn't do without it...), silverware, all kinds of great things to get me started.
Also got a toaster oven. WHICH I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED. I mean, the best way to cook pizza rolls? Toaster oven. Seriously, this thing is badass. So much so, that I HAD to test it out tonight. Made some frozen potato skins for Max.
I'd just gotten back from Target, where I picked up some extra things, including a schweet microwave that was on sale, and brand new oven mitts.
So, I preheated the toaster oven, and had a little trouble with the baking tray. As I fumbled with it...with the oven mitt on, of course, I started to smell something burning. I pulled my hand away from the oven to see that I'd caught my new oven mitt on fire from the toaster oven.
Yes. That's me.
Sheesh.
All is well. The mitt is scarred, but the tater skins turned out just peachy.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Day 22
Um, yeah...so I didn't actually get out of bed until noon. No Hangover Clinic for this woman...at least not this weekend.
Angela came over, we chit-chatted for a while, and then I decided to get ready. First Saturday night alone in the new house. I was close to heading out to iO to catch some shows, but instead ended up getting all dolled up to...get this...
... go to Meijer's. That's right. Meijer's.
When I got home, I still considered heading to Chicago, but passed...instead choosing to watch Sleepless in Seattle, an independent film called Hannah Takes the Stairs, and the last 2/3rds of Shopgirl.
Needless to say, I was the epitome of the single woman, chilling on my couch with tissues, babbling at the sappiness on my tv screen.
Ugh. Stupid.
But, it was relaxing. Plus, I hadn't seen Sleepless in Seattle in ages...I forgot how great that soundtrack was.
Angela came over, we chit-chatted for a while, and then I decided to get ready. First Saturday night alone in the new house. I was close to heading out to iO to catch some shows, but instead ended up getting all dolled up to...get this...
... go to Meijer's. That's right. Meijer's.
When I got home, I still considered heading to Chicago, but passed...instead choosing to watch Sleepless in Seattle, an independent film called Hannah Takes the Stairs, and the last 2/3rds of Shopgirl.
Needless to say, I was the epitome of the single woman, chilling on my couch with tissues, babbling at the sappiness on my tv screen.
Ugh. Stupid.
But, it was relaxing. Plus, I hadn't seen Sleepless in Seattle in ages...I forgot how great that soundtrack was.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Day 21
Day off! We had a vote at work: Take of the 11th for Veteran's Day, or push it back until today for a 3-day weekend. It was pretty much unanimous. I needed a day off, actually. (More like a week, but I'll take what I can get.)
Melissa came over to see the new place for the first time, then I headed up to the city to intern over at iO. Pretty busy night, which is always good. Love to see folks supporting the art. Stayed for the jam, but only played a line game or two. I was kind of exhausted actually.
Thought about doing the Hangover Clinic in the morning. We'll see.
Melissa came over to see the new place for the first time, then I headed up to the city to intern over at iO. Pretty busy night, which is always good. Love to see folks supporting the art. Stayed for the jam, but only played a line game or two. I was kind of exhausted actually.
Thought about doing the Hangover Clinic in the morning. We'll see.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Day 20
Went to Open Court at the Playground after Second City Level E class. Not many people showed up, so we did a quick La Ronde and a little World's Worst. Despite the small crowd, it was still tons of fun. And great practice.
One of the guys there rode the red line home with me. He was a nervous kid. I think I made him nervous actually. (Even though I think I'm the least intimidating person on the planet *lol*) He couldn't quite look me in the eyes when speaking. It was cute...
... not "I want to date this guy" cute, but cute none the less.
One of the guys there rode the red line home with me. He was a nervous kid. I think I made him nervous actually. (Even though I think I'm the least intimidating person on the planet *lol*) He couldn't quite look me in the eyes when speaking. It was cute...
... not "I want to date this guy" cute, but cute none the less.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Day 19
Had a stellar time in improv class at iO tonight. Not only did I have a particularly successful scene, but everyone in class did really well tonight. I am surrounded by immensely talented people.
First night home alone in the new place. Also first night to take out my trash to the curb. Little things like that about homeownership still excite me. Lame. I know.
Went to Pioneer for a birthday celebration for Angela. Sang Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah"
Not sure I did it much justice, but it was fun. And a nice older gentleman complimented me on it.
First night home alone in the new place. Also first night to take out my trash to the curb. Little things like that about homeownership still excite me. Lame. I know.
Went to Pioneer for a birthday celebration for Angela. Sang Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah"
Not sure I did it much justice, but it was fun. And a nice older gentleman complimented me on it.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Day 18
This morning's start was MUCH better. Got out of the house with time to spare. And actually? I've been getting to work much earlier than I used to. Which is pretty schweet.
Max's dad was nice enough to bring me by some steak and macaroni that he made for himself and Max for dinner.
Actually, Max passed on seconds just so that I could have a proper dinner tonight. I'm telling you, I was truly blessed with that kid. Truly blessed. And the fact that his dad and I are still good friends, even after a divorce? Also a blessing.
All three of us hung out watching TV for a while. I think that's good for Max. I mean, just because we have no business being married, doesn't mean we can't still have a healthy parenting relationship and friendship...especially for Max.
After a while, his dad and I started talking about some old friends of ours, and I said to Max, "Dude. I wish you could have known your dad and me before you were born. You would have thought we were the coolest. We used to go ghost hunting. Well, I mean, I would usually end up crying in the car because I was scared...but still...we did lots of cool stuff."
And then I realized I had just given that first, "I swear I USED to be cool" speech to my kid.
Yup. I'm officially old.
Max's dad was nice enough to bring me by some steak and macaroni that he made for himself and Max for dinner.
Actually, Max passed on seconds just so that I could have a proper dinner tonight. I'm telling you, I was truly blessed with that kid. Truly blessed. And the fact that his dad and I are still good friends, even after a divorce? Also a blessing.
All three of us hung out watching TV for a while. I think that's good for Max. I mean, just because we have no business being married, doesn't mean we can't still have a healthy parenting relationship and friendship...especially for Max.
After a while, his dad and I started talking about some old friends of ours, and I said to Max, "Dude. I wish you could have known your dad and me before you were born. You would have thought we were the coolest. We used to go ghost hunting. Well, I mean, I would usually end up crying in the car because I was scared...but still...we did lots of cool stuff."
And then I realized I had just given that first, "I swear I USED to be cool" speech to my kid.
Yup. I'm officially old.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Day 17
First regular "get everything and everybody ready for the day" morning in the new place. It was kind of a rushed start, however, the evening brought a pretty hilarious story.
The new place is closer to forest/prairie lands which means more local fauna abound. After a quick trip to Meijer's for some extra grocieries (bean dip, hummus, pizza rolls, etc.) I pulled into the drive and opened the car door to unload.
The odor of skunk soon filled my nose and the car.
Max asked "What is that SMELL, Mom?!"
I laughed a little. "Someone killed a skunk."
There was a pause and then, "Are you sure it's dead, Mom?"
I realized that I sould have probably left out the "Somebody killed" part of my explanation. "Well, maybe it got away. But usually, that's what happens when a skunk gets hit by a car. But maybe it was just defending itself or something. I wouldn't worry about it."
We started unloading the grocery bags. Max had been doing a potty dance since halfway through our trip at the store. I handed him the two lightest bags and asked him to carry them into the house on his way to hit the john. Not 3 seconds later, he rushes out the front door, bags still in hand (and bladder still on the verge of an explosion, I'm sure), to say this glorious statement:
"Well Mom, let's just hope that if the skunk IS dead, that he was a REALLY mean skunk...who hated everyone...and didn't pay his taxes."
Ah, sheer brilliance, that kid. Sheer brilliance.
The new place is closer to forest/prairie lands which means more local fauna abound. After a quick trip to Meijer's for some extra grocieries (bean dip, hummus, pizza rolls, etc.) I pulled into the drive and opened the car door to unload.
The odor of skunk soon filled my nose and the car.
Max asked "What is that SMELL, Mom?!"
I laughed a little. "Someone killed a skunk."
There was a pause and then, "Are you sure it's dead, Mom?"
I realized that I sould have probably left out the "Somebody killed" part of my explanation. "Well, maybe it got away. But usually, that's what happens when a skunk gets hit by a car. But maybe it was just defending itself or something. I wouldn't worry about it."
We started unloading the grocery bags. Max had been doing a potty dance since halfway through our trip at the store. I handed him the two lightest bags and asked him to carry them into the house on his way to hit the john. Not 3 seconds later, he rushes out the front door, bags still in hand (and bladder still on the verge of an explosion, I'm sure), to say this glorious statement:
"Well Mom, let's just hope that if the skunk IS dead, that he was a REALLY mean skunk...who hated everyone...and didn't pay his taxes."
Ah, sheer brilliance, that kid. Sheer brilliance.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Day 16
When I woke up this morning it was a bit weird. I mean, it was a completely new place. My new place.
I could smell coffee brewing in the kitchen (Yay for a coffee machine with a timer!), and the sun was just pouring in my new bedroom.
Spent a few hours tidying up some leftover things and making breakfast, etc. Then watched TV with Max until my parents came over to help out with a few more things.
I went outside for one more smoke before bed, and I just sat in the thought of this new step: I’m a homeowner. This place is mine. And I am so very grateful. So unbelievably grateful…to everyone…my family, my son, myself a little, God…everyone. It’s definitely a big step…but apparently during the move I discovered I’ve got enough shoes for that and all future big steps to come, so it’s all good:
I could smell coffee brewing in the kitchen (Yay for a coffee machine with a timer!), and the sun was just pouring in my new bedroom.
Spent a few hours tidying up some leftover things and making breakfast, etc. Then watched TV with Max until my parents came over to help out with a few more things.
I went outside for one more smoke before bed, and I just sat in the thought of this new step: I’m a homeowner. This place is mine. And I am so very grateful. So unbelievably grateful…to everyone…my family, my son, myself a little, God…everyone. It’s definitely a big step…but apparently during the move I discovered I’ve got enough shoes for that and all future big steps to come, so it’s all good:
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Day 15
Moving day! Took all day to move into my first place. Went pretty smoothly aside from the U-Haul pick up. Unfortunately the shop owners showed up to work about 25 minutes late…blaming it on the fact that “it’s the weekend…you know how it is.”
No, sir. I don’t. It’s 9:30am on a Saturday. I am exhausted and I have hours and hours of heavy lifting, packing, and unpacking. And now, I’ve lost an hour. Get me my truck so I can be on my way.
Okay, I’m being harsh. They weren’t bad guys…just mildly oblivious and somewhat dopey. And I was pre-coffee when it happened. I did manage to remain patient…though I had no choice but to review them poorly in the post-experience email review. Felt bad about that, but what else can ya do, right?
No, sir. I don’t. It’s 9:30am on a Saturday. I am exhausted and I have hours and hours of heavy lifting, packing, and unpacking. And now, I’ve lost an hour. Get me my truck so I can be on my way.
Okay, I’m being harsh. They weren’t bad guys…just mildly oblivious and somewhat dopey. And I was pre-coffee when it happened. I did manage to remain patient…though I had no choice but to review them poorly in the post-experience email review. Felt bad about that, but what else can ya do, right?
Friday, November 6, 2009
Day 14
Well, today was actually just fine. Work went well, got a lot done. Still wore my glasses all day, to be safe. Interned and had a good few moments on stage post-shift at the Jam.
Also, getting pretty awesome at seating people…and carrying heavy objects like coolers full of ice water and cases of beer. Brilliant.
Also, getting pretty awesome at seating people…and carrying heavy objects like coolers full of ice water and cases of beer. Brilliant.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Day 13
Okay…really now. So halfway through yesterday’s work meeting, in addition to my stomach issues, my right eye started stinging. After an hour of trying to blink and readjust my contact lens, I’d realized that something had probably gotten underneath the sucker and scratched my eye.
Problem was, I didn’t bring my contact case OR my glasses, so I wasn’t able to take them out until close to midnight when I got home. Holy hell did it hurt, and by morning my right eye was as good as shut.
It just kept watering and wanting to close. Driving was near impossible. I had no choice but to wear---oh man---an eye patch. Pretty much all day. Let me tell you:
1.) I looked pretty ridiculous (albeit badass)
2.) I never realized how important depth perception truly was until today. Especially while driving in construction zones and Chicago morning rush hour traffic.
Problem was, I didn’t bring my contact case OR my glasses, so I wasn’t able to take them out until close to midnight when I got home. Holy hell did it hurt, and by morning my right eye was as good as shut.
It just kept watering and wanting to close. Driving was near impossible. I had no choice but to wear---oh man---an eye patch. Pretty much all day. Let me tell you:
1.) I looked pretty ridiculous (albeit badass)
2.) I never realized how important depth perception truly was until today. Especially while driving in construction zones and Chicago morning rush hour traffic.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Day 12
Are you effing kidding me?! Worked late last night for important meeting today. Had to be up ass-early again for said meeting. Running off of less than 4 hours of sleep. And what happens?
Well, of course the fact that I needed to be in a marathon meeting with clients in-office, I would get a stomach bug that left me, well, let’s just say there was a lot of back and forth and some gurgling involved. Super embarrassing.
My timing is pretty much impeccable this week. Wtf.
Well, of course the fact that I needed to be in a marathon meeting with clients in-office, I would get a stomach bug that left me, well, let’s just say there was a lot of back and forth and some gurgling involved. Super embarrassing.
My timing is pretty much impeccable this week. Wtf.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Day 11
Okay, seriously? So I take my car in at 7:45 in the morning…from Indiana to the northwest side of Chicago. I’m sitting there for over an hour and they’re still looking at it, so I have a coworker pick me up because I didn’t want to be late (hence the ass-early appointment).
On the way back to the office, they call. Nearly $1700 worth of repairs. So, I start crying. I mean, I just bought a house. The money I saved was to help me get through until I get used to my new finances, etc. The dealer tells me that one issue with the catalyst can wait, but the other issues are causing major leaks in the cooling system, and it’s still going to be nearly $900. Without a car, I’m pretty much helpless, so I authorize the fix.
About 7 hours later, the car is ready, and luckily, they were able to knock another $200 off the total. So, that was a little better. But still, when it rains, it pours right?
On the way back to the office, they call. Nearly $1700 worth of repairs. So, I start crying. I mean, I just bought a house. The money I saved was to help me get through until I get used to my new finances, etc. The dealer tells me that one issue with the catalyst can wait, but the other issues are causing major leaks in the cooling system, and it’s still going to be nearly $900. Without a car, I’m pretty much helpless, so I authorize the fix.
About 7 hours later, the car is ready, and luckily, they were able to knock another $200 off the total. So, that was a little better. But still, when it rains, it pours right?
Monday, November 2, 2009
Day 10
Shit-tastic.
So, my temperature gauge has been flashing at me for a few days now, but only at start up. It’s happened in the past and was just low fluid. I scheduled an appointment last week to take it in tomorrow, but wouldn’t you figure…while taking Max to school this morning, the damn thing went off every 5 to 10 minutes. Just flashing and beeping at me like crazy.
I had 2 options to get to work because, I don’t know about you, but getting stranded somewhere between Indiana and Chicago just doesn’t strike me as wise.
I could either take the South Shore into the city, then hop the red line to the stop near work –OR—I could telecommute. The first option wouldn’t have put me into the office until noon at the earliest, so I had to take the second option. It was nice because I was still able to get done what I needed to finish, but it really would have been nicer to be in the actual office.
C’est la vie, right?
So, my temperature gauge has been flashing at me for a few days now, but only at start up. It’s happened in the past and was just low fluid. I scheduled an appointment last week to take it in tomorrow, but wouldn’t you figure…while taking Max to school this morning, the damn thing went off every 5 to 10 minutes. Just flashing and beeping at me like crazy.
I had 2 options to get to work because, I don’t know about you, but getting stranded somewhere between Indiana and Chicago just doesn’t strike me as wise.
I could either take the South Shore into the city, then hop the red line to the stop near work –OR—I could telecommute. The first option wouldn’t have put me into the office until noon at the earliest, so I had to take the second option. It was nice because I was still able to get done what I needed to finish, but it really would have been nicer to be in the actual office.
C’est la vie, right?
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Day 9
Spent the ENTIRE day working on the new house. This time next week I’ll be moved in.
Also, I never really knew it before, but I totally love painting. Once you get a rhythm, it’s rather Zen-like. (Although, there will be paint on my nails for at least a week…I can’t get it to come off. Makes me feel handy though.)
Also, I never really knew it before, but I totally love painting. Once you get a rhythm, it’s rather Zen-like. (Although, there will be paint on my nails for at least a week…I can’t get it to come off. Makes me feel handy though.)
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