Saturday, December 31, 2005
Happy New Year!
2005 was a pretty rough year for a lot of people. I wish everyone in the world a safe and peaceful 2006!
Friday, December 30, 2005
Long day...
After a week of sleeping in most mornings, it was so hard to get my body out of bed this morning. I'm not even sure what time it was - it was still dark. I just remember hearing my husband's alarm go off and then him nudding me for the next five minutes trying to make me get up.
We had to take our car to San Jose to fix a window. We were supposed to drop off the car at the service center between 7a and 9a for same day service. Well, we got to San Jose around 8:30a. At first the service guy was like, "Oh, I'm booked up until next Wednesday..." After a little pushing from my husband, and reminding the guy that he told us specifically that we didn't need to make an appointment before bringing in the car, and emphasizing that we drove all the way from San Francisco, the guy told us he would try to work on the car today. Key word... "Try"
Anyway, we walked over to the Valley Fair Mall, a wee bit pissed with the fact that we almost got turned away completely. Let me tell you - I love shopping. LOVE shopping. The fact that I haven't shopped much this whole year because of the new condo just kills me. Not that I buy out a store or anything, but now, even those little 'just because I like them' pieces that I normally would have in my closet already - I put them back on the sheves and put my credit card away. So, actually going to the mall is a treat for me (I sound so deprived, don't I?)
My point is, arriving at the mall at 8:45am and having to sit there when you're stone tired until 10am is pure HELL. We walked around the empty complex and I scoped out all the stores that I was going to browse when they opened. Finally at long last, 10am slowly rolled around. The plan was, I would shop around until 11:15a or so, and then we would walk over to the theaters to catch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire at 12:15a. Well, again, here is time's cruel trick. 11:15a came so fast, I only got to see some of the stores before we had to go.
The movie was great. Great for me, because I had read the books and understood what was going on. Some parts were rather skimmed over, and the dialog I felt was choppy, but on the whole, the special effects were excellent and I enjoyed it. My husband, however, was lost. I had to explain to him certain areas where he had no idea what was going on.
About 15 minutes into the movie, the service center called. For the first time, our car was actually ready before 3pm. Normally, we just hang out at the mall from the early morning until around 2pm or 3pm - and we can't wait to get the hell outta there. But today, we were going to finish the movie, get the car, and then head back to the mall for a little bit and then leave. Well, that was the plan until my hubby got in the car and drove right onto the freeway - heading for home. I was like, "Uh, weren't we supposed to go back to the mall?" Within 10 minutes of us discussing our plans, he had forgotten. Geez!
Anyway, traffic was bad and I just said forget it - and we came home. I'm a bit disappointed - I was looking forward to doing a little shopping today. I mean, at least to have a chance to browse. It's not like we go to San Jose all the time - we only go for the car (when something goes wrong). And in Northern California - I must admit, that is my favorite mall. So, I was annoyed for a while, but what can I say? I'm bitter because my husband didn't drive me back to the mall?
It's just that we've had the whole week off from work - and mainly have done nothing but be lazy around the house. I wanted to be out and about. I haven't shopped much this whole year - and yes, I would like to wear a new piece or two from 2005. OK, yeah, I admit it. I'm still annoyed we came home so early. Oh well. My own fault for not offering to drive. If I drove, we'd have gone to the mall. I just didn't think that he'd forget something we discussed not 10 minutes earlier. Whatever.
We had to take our car to San Jose to fix a window. We were supposed to drop off the car at the service center between 7a and 9a for same day service. Well, we got to San Jose around 8:30a. At first the service guy was like, "Oh, I'm booked up until next Wednesday..." After a little pushing from my husband, and reminding the guy that he told us specifically that we didn't need to make an appointment before bringing in the car, and emphasizing that we drove all the way from San Francisco, the guy told us he would try to work on the car today. Key word... "Try"
Anyway, we walked over to the Valley Fair Mall, a wee bit pissed with the fact that we almost got turned away completely. Let me tell you - I love shopping. LOVE shopping. The fact that I haven't shopped much this whole year because of the new condo just kills me. Not that I buy out a store or anything, but now, even those little 'just because I like them' pieces that I normally would have in my closet already - I put them back on the sheves and put my credit card away. So, actually going to the mall is a treat for me (I sound so deprived, don't I?)
My point is, arriving at the mall at 8:45am and having to sit there when you're stone tired until 10am is pure HELL. We walked around the empty complex and I scoped out all the stores that I was going to browse when they opened. Finally at long last, 10am slowly rolled around. The plan was, I would shop around until 11:15a or so, and then we would walk over to the theaters to catch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire at 12:15a. Well, again, here is time's cruel trick. 11:15a came so fast, I only got to see some of the stores before we had to go.
The movie was great. Great for me, because I had read the books and understood what was going on. Some parts were rather skimmed over, and the dialog I felt was choppy, but on the whole, the special effects were excellent and I enjoyed it. My husband, however, was lost. I had to explain to him certain areas where he had no idea what was going on.
About 15 minutes into the movie, the service center called. For the first time, our car was actually ready before 3pm. Normally, we just hang out at the mall from the early morning until around 2pm or 3pm - and we can't wait to get the hell outta there. But today, we were going to finish the movie, get the car, and then head back to the mall for a little bit and then leave. Well, that was the plan until my hubby got in the car and drove right onto the freeway - heading for home. I was like, "Uh, weren't we supposed to go back to the mall?" Within 10 minutes of us discussing our plans, he had forgotten. Geez!
Anyway, traffic was bad and I just said forget it - and we came home. I'm a bit disappointed - I was looking forward to doing a little shopping today. I mean, at least to have a chance to browse. It's not like we go to San Jose all the time - we only go for the car (when something goes wrong). And in Northern California - I must admit, that is my favorite mall. So, I was annoyed for a while, but what can I say? I'm bitter because my husband didn't drive me back to the mall?
It's just that we've had the whole week off from work - and mainly have done nothing but be lazy around the house. I wanted to be out and about. I haven't shopped much this whole year - and yes, I would like to wear a new piece or two from 2005. OK, yeah, I admit it. I'm still annoyed we came home so early. Oh well. My own fault for not offering to drive. If I drove, we'd have gone to the mall. I just didn't think that he'd forget something we discussed not 10 minutes earlier. Whatever.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Let's hear it for 10 years!
Ten years ago today, my hubby and I met for the very first time at our local post office. Just two strangers who happened to be in line together. We didn't start dating until January, and we normally don't celebrate this day, but considering it's our 10th 'anniversary' - I just have to acknowledge it. Happy 'meeting' anniversary baby!On another note, Monte is back to normal. Yea!
It's laundry day, and he's been burrowing as usual. No making the bed for now. We've got a kitty lost in the pile somewhere. It's so funny - I was standing near the bed and calling Monte's name - and from deep within the large mountain of comforter and sheets, you could hear a soft little "meow..." He crawled in himself and had nice nap.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Monte is home...
My baby is home! He's OK. He's a little out of it. He kind of wobbled out of his carrier and bonked into the wall when we let him out, but on the whole, it's nothing a good night's sleep won't take care of. He's a little grouchy, but that's to be expected.
In talking to the Vet, she said that she had used a different kind of anesthetic than what was used on Monte in the past. She said that this was the kind she used for older cats and that it's normally very safe. In Monte's case, he just didn't take to it well, so they had to bring him out of it right away. At least they managed to clean the rest of his teeth before he became fully awake and threw a hissy fit. Yep, my boy is a fighter. We discussed it a bit and decided that since his fractured tooth doesn't seem to be bothering him, it's best to let Monte alone for the next few months. The Vet will discuss with the Dentist and see what options are best.
In the meantime, my little kitty is home again. He's a bit grouchy, but lovey at the same time. He'll roll around on the rug like he usually does when he's playful, but then when you start playing with him, he'll meow really loud and run away. We're just leaving him alone for now. I'm sure he'll be back to normal by tomorrow. I'm just glad he's home.
In talking to the Vet, she said that she had used a different kind of anesthetic than what was used on Monte in the past. She said that this was the kind she used for older cats and that it's normally very safe. In Monte's case, he just didn't take to it well, so they had to bring him out of it right away. At least they managed to clean the rest of his teeth before he became fully awake and threw a hissy fit. Yep, my boy is a fighter. We discussed it a bit and decided that since his fractured tooth doesn't seem to be bothering him, it's best to let Monte alone for the next few months. The Vet will discuss with the Dentist and see what options are best.
In the meantime, my little kitty is home again. He's a bit grouchy, but lovey at the same time. He'll roll around on the rug like he usually does when he's playful, but then when you start playing with him, he'll meow really loud and run away. We're just leaving him alone for now. I'm sure he'll be back to normal by tomorrow. I'm just glad he's home.
Monte update
My hubby just called. He said the Vet called him and told him that they weren't able to extract Monte's tooth. Apparently, his heart rate went really low and they had to bring him out almost right after they put him under. He was having a reaction to the anethesia. He's been under before, but they said that it's possible that this developed just simply from his being older now. They took an EKG and said that his upper heart valve is not communicating with his lower valve. I don't know what that means, but I'm sure the doctor will explain more when we go there tonight.
My heart is racing and I feel so helpless. At this point, Monte is OK - but they're going to observe him for a couple of hours before letting us bring him home. The Vet is also trying to figure out what they can do about his tooth since they can't put him under, but of course, that's not the main concern right now. Another worry is, what will they do if Monte ever has to have any surgery or anything that may require him to be put under again?
There's nothing I can do but wait. I just want to bring my baby home. I'm so scared.
My heart is racing and I feel so helpless. At this point, Monte is OK - but they're going to observe him for a couple of hours before letting us bring him home. The Vet is also trying to figure out what they can do about his tooth since they can't put him under, but of course, that's not the main concern right now. Another worry is, what will they do if Monte ever has to have any surgery or anything that may require him to be put under again?
There's nothing I can do but wait. I just want to bring my baby home. I'm so scared.
Having the week off
It's so nice to have the whole week off from work. I think I didn't really relax until Monday, because I slept over 10 hours! Yep, went to sleep around 1am Sunday and didn't wait up until 11:30am Monday morning.
On Christmas Eve, we went over to my in-law's house. A tradition that works out perfectly. We had a wonderful evening. My mom-in-law made Podvorak (basically it's a saurkraute with a lot of seasonings - baked for several hours) and boneless pork chops. This is one of my FAVORITE dishes. After dinner, we opened presents and then had apple delights for dessert (cinnamon apples rolled in filo dough with powdered sugar on top).
Still full from dinner the next morning, my hubby and I played Santa and dropped off gifts to friends before heading over to my parents house and going to a dim sum luncheon. After presents, we celebrated my dad's birthday with a delicious chocolate cake (complements of the Treasure Island Hotel in Vegas). We were surprised they sent a cake - but no one complained. It was GOOOD! And I don't even like chocolate that much. I can't even describe it - it was just good!
My hubby and I rolled ourselves into the car and made one more Santa stop before heading home for a much needed nap. Before long, it was time to get up and pick up my parents and grandma and head out to Sonoma. We met up with my in-laws for our traditional Christmas dinner - this year we tried out the restaurant at the MacArthur Place Inn & Spa. I had yummy Rib Eye steak with potatoes au gratin and creamed spinach. I didn't even have any appetizers or dessert. I think I've had my fill of food for a while.
Last night, my hubby and I went to go see the new Harry Potter movie - unfortunately, they sold out while we were standing in line for the tickets. So, we saw Memoirs of a Geisha instead. I loved it. I love the book - read it twice. I love all the actors in this movie - Zhang Ziyi and Gong Li are so beautiful, and I've always liked Michelle Yeoh. Of course, they cut out a lot of details from the book and changed little things, but I really felt they keep the essence of the book. It's a visually beautiful movie as well. I highly recommend it.
This morning, we woke up at 7am and brought Monte to the vet. My poor kitty has a fractured tooth that needs to be extracted. He already had his lower left front fang removed a year ago. It was decaying (apparently, these teeth problems are comment for older cats). Today, it will be the upper fang on the same side. My poor baby. I worry because he's older and they have to put him under to perform the extraction. We went through a difficult night. We had to take away his food at 8pm, and I just know he's so hungry. All night, we was nudging us to give him back his dish. It was very difficult and of course, how do you explain to your cat why we had to take away his food? So, after a sleepless night, my hubby is napping on the couch. I can't sleep - so I'm on the computer. Just waiting for them to call us to go pick him up. We bought lots of canned food for Monte, so it will be easier for him to eat while he heals. My poor baby.
On Christmas Eve, we went over to my in-law's house. A tradition that works out perfectly. We had a wonderful evening. My mom-in-law made Podvorak (basically it's a saurkraute with a lot of seasonings - baked for several hours) and boneless pork chops. This is one of my FAVORITE dishes. After dinner, we opened presents and then had apple delights for dessert (cinnamon apples rolled in filo dough with powdered sugar on top).
Still full from dinner the next morning, my hubby and I played Santa and dropped off gifts to friends before heading over to my parents house and going to a dim sum luncheon. After presents, we celebrated my dad's birthday with a delicious chocolate cake (complements of the Treasure Island Hotel in Vegas). We were surprised they sent a cake - but no one complained. It was GOOOD! And I don't even like chocolate that much. I can't even describe it - it was just good!
My hubby and I rolled ourselves into the car and made one more Santa stop before heading home for a much needed nap. Before long, it was time to get up and pick up my parents and grandma and head out to Sonoma. We met up with my in-laws for our traditional Christmas dinner - this year we tried out the restaurant at the MacArthur Place Inn & Spa. I had yummy Rib Eye steak with potatoes au gratin and creamed spinach. I didn't even have any appetizers or dessert. I think I've had my fill of food for a while.
Last night, my hubby and I went to go see the new Harry Potter movie - unfortunately, they sold out while we were standing in line for the tickets. So, we saw Memoirs of a Geisha instead. I loved it. I love the book - read it twice. I love all the actors in this movie - Zhang Ziyi and Gong Li are so beautiful, and I've always liked Michelle Yeoh. Of course, they cut out a lot of details from the book and changed little things, but I really felt they keep the essence of the book. It's a visually beautiful movie as well. I highly recommend it.
This morning, we woke up at 7am and brought Monte to the vet. My poor kitty has a fractured tooth that needs to be extracted. He already had his lower left front fang removed a year ago. It was decaying (apparently, these teeth problems are comment for older cats). Today, it will be the upper fang on the same side. My poor baby. I worry because he's older and they have to put him under to perform the extraction. We went through a difficult night. We had to take away his food at 8pm, and I just know he's so hungry. All night, we was nudging us to give him back his dish. It was very difficult and of course, how do you explain to your cat why we had to take away his food? So, after a sleepless night, my hubby is napping on the couch. I can't sleep - so I'm on the computer. Just waiting for them to call us to go pick him up. We bought lots of canned food for Monte, so it will be easier for him to eat while he heals. My poor baby.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
Once a year
There's a guy at my work who is a total grinch all year round. He has no hesitation in making rude comments or telling off one of our client's if he feels that they're doing something (in his opinion) stupid. You can pass him in the hall every single day, and he will not even acknowledge you - even if you greet him. He's just a year long scrooge.
And then there is the one day of the year that amazes me. Every Christmas Eve, our department welcomes us to bring our families for a special catered breakfast and there are holiday activities for the children. Around 10am, Santa will come and each child will get their picture taken with him, and he hands out little goodies. Yes, it's the grinch in full on Santa attire, complete with large red sack of toys, white wig, beard, glasses - he even puts powder in his eyebrows to lighten them. He loves being Santa - you can see it. He loves playing with the children and talking to them. He loves handing out the small surprise packages. He is fully Santa. I heard that he actually bought the Santa outfit he wore today himself. And the guy is Jewish.
So, I'm sure come Monday, the grinch will be back in full force, but just this one day each year, the grinch's heart grows and Santa emerges.
And then there is the one day of the year that amazes me. Every Christmas Eve, our department welcomes us to bring our families for a special catered breakfast and there are holiday activities for the children. Around 10am, Santa will come and each child will get their picture taken with him, and he hands out little goodies. Yes, it's the grinch in full on Santa attire, complete with large red sack of toys, white wig, beard, glasses - he even puts powder in his eyebrows to lighten them. He loves being Santa - you can see it. He loves playing with the children and talking to them. He loves handing out the small surprise packages. He is fully Santa. I heard that he actually bought the Santa outfit he wore today himself. And the guy is Jewish.
So, I'm sure come Monday, the grinch will be back in full force, but just this one day each year, the grinch's heart grows and Santa emerges.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Why do people do this?
It's been an extremely dreary day. The sky was dark and gloomy. Rain was coming down at random. It's been raining on and off the last several days.
So, why is it that people feel it's OK to tie their dog to a tree on the sidewalk and go grocery shopping - and leave the poor animal standing in the rain? Is that really necessary? Is that just not thinking? Is that not caring?
I bet you the person who tied the dog up, ran into the store to avoid getting wet themselves.
I'm not a huge animal activist who protests animal cruelty (and of course, I don't condone it), and I'm not a vegetarian - but I do love animals. I would never do that to my dog. I even towel off my cat's head when he sticks his head out the window and a few drops of rain get him wet. I just don't see the reason for leaving a pet outside to wait for you in this kind of weather.
So, why is it that people feel it's OK to tie their dog to a tree on the sidewalk and go grocery shopping - and leave the poor animal standing in the rain? Is that really necessary? Is that just not thinking? Is that not caring?
I bet you the person who tied the dog up, ran into the store to avoid getting wet themselves.
I'm not a huge animal activist who protests animal cruelty (and of course, I don't condone it), and I'm not a vegetarian - but I do love animals. I would never do that to my dog. I even towel off my cat's head when he sticks his head out the window and a few drops of rain get him wet. I just don't see the reason for leaving a pet outside to wait for you in this kind of weather.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
The little things...
Every year, I wait in anticipation of a most delightful treat for myself. And as timing would have it, amidst all this drama at work, my treat came yesterday! For the holiday season, Neiman Marcus offers these wonderful Petit Fours. Little layered cakes covered in a thin sheet of either white or dark chocolate. Each is hand decorated with little holiday symbols. The best way to eat them is nice and cold from the refrigerator - that way, the chocolate doesn't get all sticky in your fingers. Aren't these cute? I love the little stocking ones. I prefer the white chocolate and my hubby likes the dark chocolate ones - so it works out. Of course, I tend to nibble some dark chocolate ones too when he's not home. Or if I've finished all the white ones already and there are some of his left over.
Sometimes, it really is the little things that make the world just a little sweeter.
And guess what? I finally used my pink mixer!!! Yea! For the Christmas party this past weekend, I made cheesecake cupcakes. I used bing cherries and blue berries in syrup for the toppings. I LOVE my mixer. It's totally awesome. I whipped these out within 45 minutes. I think I may need to cut the recipe in half though next time. I think I made 24 of them. Brought 12 to the party - now we're eating them every night before they spoil. No holiday diet here...
Sometimes, it really is the little things that make the world just a little sweeter.
And guess what? I finally used my pink mixer!!! Yea! For the Christmas party this past weekend, I made cheesecake cupcakes. I used bing cherries and blue berries in syrup for the toppings. I LOVE my mixer. It's totally awesome. I whipped these out within 45 minutes. I think I may need to cut the recipe in half though next time. I think I made 24 of them. Brought 12 to the party - now we're eating them every night before they spoil. No holiday diet here...
Monday, December 19, 2005
Is it almost over?
Well, 2005 hasn't been the best year - and honestly, I can't wait for it to end.
Over the weekend, my dad told me that his second eldest brother passed away. I believe he was 85 years old. He lived in New Orleans and was evacuated during the whole Katrina disaster. He was in an assisted living facility that evacuated in time before the floods hit, but he lost everything. All he asked for, after he settle in a new home, were pictures of the family. He didn't want money or anything else - just pictures. It was very touching, but also very sad.
My dad is the youngest of a very large family - and most of the older siblings are in their 70's and 80's now. He wasn't very close with this uncle, but still - he was a bit mellow when I talked to him. He thinking about how the numbers are going down... I don't know what to say to comfort him. We all know there will come a time when you realize how much older certain family members are - and time may be limited to spend with them.
Well, my dad's birthday is on Christmas - and we will celebrate with my in-laws as well. It's become a fun tradition that we started just a few years ago. Everyone likes each other - and there's always a lot of laughter. I think my dad needs that now.
On a happier note, this past weekend was our holiday get together. It was so much fun. We made it a pot luck lunch/dinner, exchanged gifts, and did our version of a 'white trash' gingerbreadhouse. White trash meaning, using the cheapest candies and graham crackers you could find. I took it one more step, I actually put together a trailer - complete with a green lifesaver wreath on the door. Hee hee. I'll try to get a picture from my friend. Wouldn't you know it? All of us forgot our cameras. Luckily, we actually had our party at one friend's house, so she had a camera. By the time we were done with the houses - our hands were just covered with that marshmallow puff in a jar stuff - so we probably wouldn't have taken many pictures anyway.
So, want to see what I made all the gals for their gifts? I couldn't show them before, but here they are...
Aprons!
I made 6 of them this year. Whew! It wasn't easy. They look kind of funky in the pictures, but trust me, they're actually even and proportioned. My friends really liked them. I just save to go to the post office this week and send off the last of them to my friends in So. Cal. I just can't believe I got them finished in time.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Expected, but dreaded announcement
Yesterday, our department had a last minute staff meeting. My friends and I joked about what this meeting could be about, but deep down we knew... either our department was moving to Sacramento, or we were being out sourced.
Long story short, the department is moving. I, however, plan to stay right here in SF. So, what does that mean? I have to find another job. I've already applied for one that I saw the morning before the announcement came out - so I guess that was the push I needed to click that 'Send' button.
I'm not worried. I know I'll find something. This announcement is no surprise, but reality hits you much harder than months of rumors. Several people I know are looking into the housing market in Sacramento already. Others are still undecided on what to do. What gets me is that upper management, during the same meeting announcing our move, tells us that they don't want this to ruin our Christmas. To please be reassured that everything possible will be done to place us in new jobs, or make the move as painless as possible. Uh, right. How can an announcement like that NOT make you worry - especially around Christmas. What if you don't find something? Should you spend that extra $100 you were going to use for gifts this holiday?
So, no move for me. It's time to move on anyway. I'm not happy - but this is getting me off my butt to post my resume out there and call on old favors. Wish me luck.
In events more cheery to the heart, my friends and I are having a holiday get together this weekend. I've finished all my gifts - so after Sunday, I'll be able to post my most secret projects. I have one more to make - but that's for a friend I'm going to mail the package to. I'm excited. I've made homemade gifts in previous years - like lip gloss and soaps and such, but nothing like this.
Long story short, the department is moving. I, however, plan to stay right here in SF. So, what does that mean? I have to find another job. I've already applied for one that I saw the morning before the announcement came out - so I guess that was the push I needed to click that 'Send' button.
I'm not worried. I know I'll find something. This announcement is no surprise, but reality hits you much harder than months of rumors. Several people I know are looking into the housing market in Sacramento already. Others are still undecided on what to do. What gets me is that upper management, during the same meeting announcing our move, tells us that they don't want this to ruin our Christmas. To please be reassured that everything possible will be done to place us in new jobs, or make the move as painless as possible. Uh, right. How can an announcement like that NOT make you worry - especially around Christmas. What if you don't find something? Should you spend that extra $100 you were going to use for gifts this holiday?
So, no move for me. It's time to move on anyway. I'm not happy - but this is getting me off my butt to post my resume out there and call on old favors. Wish me luck.
In events more cheery to the heart, my friends and I are having a holiday get together this weekend. I've finished all my gifts - so after Sunday, I'll be able to post my most secret projects. I have one more to make - but that's for a friend I'm going to mail the package to. I'm excited. I've made homemade gifts in previous years - like lip gloss and soaps and such, but nothing like this.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Just venting...
First day at my new desk... Got to work this morning and started packing up my things from my old cube and moved them over to my new desk area. Like my move from apartment to condo, I have A LOT of stuff. How the heck did I accumulate that much stuff at work???
Yes, there was a box of little holiday decorations, free mugs and calculators (you know, the ones that commemorate a special project that the higher ups are oh so proud of), and the little 'too cute to throw away' things. Then there are the filled notebooks that can't be thrown away yet. The documentation and text files that were handed out during training sessions. The stack of pictures I had to take down from my walls because, and don't get me started, I don't have walls anymore. My hangup calendar is now lying flat on my desk. And it will remain there until the new year when I can recycle it. It's just very sad.
Not sad because I have these things that I felt important enough to keep with me after 10 years with this company. No, it's sad because I've been reduced to a small corner space with a window view of (gasp) another highrise. At least I can catch a glimpse of onramp of the Bay Bridge from the side of it. You know what I realized today, sitting at my desk, always aware that someone else's face was just a few feet from mine - facing me all day long? I can't even make a personal phone call without everyone within 10 feet hearing everything. If I want to make a doctor's appointment? I have to get my cell and walk away to do it. OK - I started again, but I'm bitter folks. If not for the stupid things and stupid people at my work that cheated me out of a much deserved promotion... And if you ask anyone on that floor who worked with me for the past two years while I was on rotation in my now coveted position - they will tell you the same. I deserved that promotion. I still do. And what was promised to me was conveniently dismissed.
They keep saying that they don't know what is going to happen with the fate of my old team, or my department. That's the excuse I've been given as a retraction to my promised promotion. Well, ladies and gents - that is no way to keep a good employee around. You think I'm so good, show me something that will benefit me to make me want to stay.
Sorry to vent. I'm just very frustrated. The holidays are here. My favorite time of the year, and I'm miserable. I just need to win the MegaMillions jackpot and all my frustrations will be over. Now, if only those other people would stop buying my winning ticket!
Yes, there was a box of little holiday decorations, free mugs and calculators (you know, the ones that commemorate a special project that the higher ups are oh so proud of), and the little 'too cute to throw away' things. Then there are the filled notebooks that can't be thrown away yet. The documentation and text files that were handed out during training sessions. The stack of pictures I had to take down from my walls because, and don't get me started, I don't have walls anymore. My hangup calendar is now lying flat on my desk. And it will remain there until the new year when I can recycle it. It's just very sad.
Not sad because I have these things that I felt important enough to keep with me after 10 years with this company. No, it's sad because I've been reduced to a small corner space with a window view of (gasp) another highrise. At least I can catch a glimpse of onramp of the Bay Bridge from the side of it. You know what I realized today, sitting at my desk, always aware that someone else's face was just a few feet from mine - facing me all day long? I can't even make a personal phone call without everyone within 10 feet hearing everything. If I want to make a doctor's appointment? I have to get my cell and walk away to do it. OK - I started again, but I'm bitter folks. If not for the stupid things and stupid people at my work that cheated me out of a much deserved promotion... And if you ask anyone on that floor who worked with me for the past two years while I was on rotation in my now coveted position - they will tell you the same. I deserved that promotion. I still do. And what was promised to me was conveniently dismissed.
They keep saying that they don't know what is going to happen with the fate of my old team, or my department. That's the excuse I've been given as a retraction to my promised promotion. Well, ladies and gents - that is no way to keep a good employee around. You think I'm so good, show me something that will benefit me to make me want to stay.
Sorry to vent. I'm just very frustrated. The holidays are here. My favorite time of the year, and I'm miserable. I just need to win the MegaMillions jackpot and all my frustrations will be over. Now, if only those other people would stop buying my winning ticket!
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Frustrations...
I haven't written in a while. It's been a frustrating time since my last entry. Tomorrow I officially start as a member of a new team at work. For the past seven years, I've worked my way to being, well, basically a top performer within my little group. I've learned all I can learn, and do what I do well.
In the past several months, new management and other details I can't go into have been making my life miserable where I am. So, I put out the word that I would like to try my skills in a different team. Same department, but different group. Well, I guess you could say my wish was granted, but not without drawbacks. And it's a minor drawback.
If you consider that you go to work to, well, work... then it really shouldn't matter where you are placed. The thing that will be hard to get used to is that I'm not going to have my own cube anymore. I just recently moved to a window cube this year. Awesome view of the Bay Bridge. When I first started with the company, I had normal cubes. What I mean is, the walls were tall - even if you stood up, you would have to get on your tip toes to peer over.
When I moved to my current department, I had to get used to walls half that height. Which was fine. When you're sitting, you're still in your own little space. The new area I'm moving to... no walls. It's just one big U shaped area, and I'm in one corner of the U. So, not only do I not even have a place to hang my jacket (literally, there are no walls), I'm staring at someone all day long. Yep, just to the left of my monitor, I'm across from a woman who will be facing my way. And from what I know of this woman, she mumbles. A LOT. Sigh... And now, I'm the newbie again.
I'm not happy. My poor hubby has been the victim of my 'wrath' for the past few weeks. I snap at him for the slightest thing. I feel terrible when I do that - and I totally acknowledge that it's wrong. But more often than not, the anger has already surfaced and the words have already left my mouth. I know he's trying to be understanding of my situation - but I still shouldn't take it out on him in the first place.
So, tomorrow is Monday. My first day at my new desk. They moved my computers and such on Friday, so I just need to take some time in the morning and move over some personal stuff. Oh, so get this... I don't even have a cabinet to put my stuff in. What am I supposed to do? Geez! I don't know who designed the layout of that area. It's the only one on the floor that is like that. Everyone else has a personal cube. I just don't get it.
I guess it's my own fault though. I haven't really been pushing myself to look for another job elsewhere. I saw one at Google that sounds awesome, but it's in Mountain View. They do have a free shuttle though... I should look into it more.
Anyway, what's done is done - I can't change my situation at work for now. Just gotta get used to it. To let go of a little frustration at work, I've been concentrating on my special Christmas gifts. I've completed three and started working on the fourth one last night. Two more to go after that. I think I'm getting the hang of it, but there was definitely a lot of trial and error. I'll post some pictures of them after the holidays. I bought some material yesterday for my last two projects. I love the blue one - it's so soft!
In the past several months, new management and other details I can't go into have been making my life miserable where I am. So, I put out the word that I would like to try my skills in a different team. Same department, but different group. Well, I guess you could say my wish was granted, but not without drawbacks. And it's a minor drawback.
If you consider that you go to work to, well, work... then it really shouldn't matter where you are placed. The thing that will be hard to get used to is that I'm not going to have my own cube anymore. I just recently moved to a window cube this year. Awesome view of the Bay Bridge. When I first started with the company, I had normal cubes. What I mean is, the walls were tall - even if you stood up, you would have to get on your tip toes to peer over.
When I moved to my current department, I had to get used to walls half that height. Which was fine. When you're sitting, you're still in your own little space. The new area I'm moving to... no walls. It's just one big U shaped area, and I'm in one corner of the U. So, not only do I not even have a place to hang my jacket (literally, there are no walls), I'm staring at someone all day long. Yep, just to the left of my monitor, I'm across from a woman who will be facing my way. And from what I know of this woman, she mumbles. A LOT. Sigh... And now, I'm the newbie again.
I'm not happy. My poor hubby has been the victim of my 'wrath' for the past few weeks. I snap at him for the slightest thing. I feel terrible when I do that - and I totally acknowledge that it's wrong. But more often than not, the anger has already surfaced and the words have already left my mouth. I know he's trying to be understanding of my situation - but I still shouldn't take it out on him in the first place.
So, tomorrow is Monday. My first day at my new desk. They moved my computers and such on Friday, so I just need to take some time in the morning and move over some personal stuff. Oh, so get this... I don't even have a cabinet to put my stuff in. What am I supposed to do? Geez! I don't know who designed the layout of that area. It's the only one on the floor that is like that. Everyone else has a personal cube. I just don't get it.
I guess it's my own fault though. I haven't really been pushing myself to look for another job elsewhere. I saw one at Google that sounds awesome, but it's in Mountain View. They do have a free shuttle though... I should look into it more.
Anyway, what's done is done - I can't change my situation at work for now. Just gotta get used to it. To let go of a little frustration at work, I've been concentrating on my special Christmas gifts. I've completed three and started working on the fourth one last night. Two more to go after that. I think I'm getting the hang of it, but there was definitely a lot of trial and error. I'll post some pictures of them after the holidays. I bought some material yesterday for my last two projects. I love the blue one - it's so soft!
Monday, November 21, 2005
Tears of joy
The weekend has come and gone, and into the world there goes a new married couple. Yes, my beloved roommate from college has finally married her high school sweetheart. A relationship that has gone through many bumps throughout the last 15 years has started a wonderful new chapter - and everyone couldn't be happier for this well deserving couple.
I met E in my second year of college. She came to live with me and another friend from the dorms in our first apartment together. In the next four years of being roommates together, a strong bond formed between us - and I know a lifetime of friendship continues to grow, even though she lives in Oxnard and I live in SF. We will always be there for each other - there's no need to ask.
My hubby and I flew down to Burbank on Friday - and then drove up to Ventura County. The smoke clouds that my husband casually pointed out from the plane ended up being a huge fire that burned up over 4000 acres. As we turned off the freeway into Ventura, we could see the charred remains of the hills on one side, and the red flames (RED!) peeking through the black smoke. I don't know if the houses on that hill survived, but the fire right there next to them. It was a very unnerving sight.
We checked into the hotel - and I called E. Turns out there was still some running around to do before the big day - so we spend the afternoon running some errands for her. By 4:45p we got to the church for the wedding rehearsal. Yes, I had the huge lump in my throat when I saw E walking down the aisle. After the rehearsal, we had one more quick errand to run and then we joined up with everyone at the Hong Kong Inn for dinner.
After the dinner, we headed back to the hotel. E came back with us, while R and his buddies would be staying at her house. They wouldn't be seeing each other again until that wonderful moment at the church the next afternoon. At the hotel, the matron of honor, my hubby, and I went over the entire itinerary with E. Still a lot of details to settle - so many phone calls and lists later, we finally called it a night. Turns out E and T would stay up a little longer to iron out more details. No surprise. That my roomie.
The next morning, I got up at 7:30a to meet up with the other bridesmaids and headed out to the salon to get our hair and makeup done. Would you believe that took over 2 hours? And we each had our own stylist working with us too. Wow! Anyway, we headed back to the hotel, got dressed and then headed out to E's parent's house. The photographer was there, helping to capture all those important moments. We helped E get dressed - and was that an adventure. Let's just say, the back of her gown had to be laced up by hand. After maybe 20 minutes of tying up her dress, we stepped back and there she was - the radiant bride. E was just simply breathtaking. Perfection.
After more photos, we all climbed into the stretch limo and headed to the church. As we turned the corner and came to a stop in front of the massive church doors, that's when the laughter in the limo slowly quieted down, and reality of what was about to begin in a few minutes sank in. This was it, E and R were finally going to get married. As the music began, I thought back to the times my roomie and I shared throughout our 14 year friendship - and I was just ecstatic to be able to be a part of what will be one of the happiest days of her life.
E was absolutely radiant as she walked down the aisle, arm in arm with both of her parents. The look on R's face can't be described - it was as if he was seeing her for the first time and falling in love with her all over again. It was a beautiful ceremony - and Father John did a fantastic job. His sermon was very upbeat and lively. He wasn't preaching to the congregation, but more of sharing a story that you wanted to hear. A very special moment was when he presented E and R with a framed blessing of the marriage from Pope Benedict himself! Father John said that in 22 years, he has never seen anyone receive a blessing from the Pope.
After the ceremony, there were the pictures (many, many pictures), then the celebration of the bridal party with the new Mr and Mrs in the limo, and then finally the reception. They're first dance was to "Come What May" from the Moulin Rouge Soundtrack. I've always loved that song, but now it has a much different meaning to me. I will always think of them whenever I hear it. E and R had actually practiced a very simple waltz routine to it. It was so beautiful.
To briefly go through the long evening, there was dinner, the heartfelt speeches, a fabulous slideshow of the bride and groom, and then lots of dancing. Oh how my feet hurt - but I kept going! Then there was the garter and bouquet tosses, and the cake. Yummy cake. E and R said some wonderful 'thank yous' to everyone, especially to their parents. There was a lot of love in the room.
After the required conga line, the celebration came to a quiet end. Those who were left trickled out of the ballroom, and the four of us, me and my hubby, E and R, made our way to the elevators. We rode up with them, and as we got off on our floor, we said our farewells and wished them a wonderful honeymoon. I always hate saying goodbye to E. I always miss her so much. She's just very special to me and I miss the days of seeing her every day. Sharing everything. I was lucky enough to have had a roommate I bonded with. There's no question we love each other very much.
Congratulations E and R! I love you both.
I met E in my second year of college. She came to live with me and another friend from the dorms in our first apartment together. In the next four years of being roommates together, a strong bond formed between us - and I know a lifetime of friendship continues to grow, even though she lives in Oxnard and I live in SF. We will always be there for each other - there's no need to ask.
My hubby and I flew down to Burbank on Friday - and then drove up to Ventura County. The smoke clouds that my husband casually pointed out from the plane ended up being a huge fire that burned up over 4000 acres. As we turned off the freeway into Ventura, we could see the charred remains of the hills on one side, and the red flames (RED!) peeking through the black smoke. I don't know if the houses on that hill survived, but the fire right there next to them. It was a very unnerving sight.
We checked into the hotel - and I called E. Turns out there was still some running around to do before the big day - so we spend the afternoon running some errands for her. By 4:45p we got to the church for the wedding rehearsal. Yes, I had the huge lump in my throat when I saw E walking down the aisle. After the rehearsal, we had one more quick errand to run and then we joined up with everyone at the Hong Kong Inn for dinner.
After the dinner, we headed back to the hotel. E came back with us, while R and his buddies would be staying at her house. They wouldn't be seeing each other again until that wonderful moment at the church the next afternoon. At the hotel, the matron of honor, my hubby, and I went over the entire itinerary with E. Still a lot of details to settle - so many phone calls and lists later, we finally called it a night. Turns out E and T would stay up a little longer to iron out more details. No surprise. That my roomie.
The next morning, I got up at 7:30a to meet up with the other bridesmaids and headed out to the salon to get our hair and makeup done. Would you believe that took over 2 hours? And we each had our own stylist working with us too. Wow! Anyway, we headed back to the hotel, got dressed and then headed out to E's parent's house. The photographer was there, helping to capture all those important moments. We helped E get dressed - and was that an adventure. Let's just say, the back of her gown had to be laced up by hand. After maybe 20 minutes of tying up her dress, we stepped back and there she was - the radiant bride. E was just simply breathtaking. Perfection.
After more photos, we all climbed into the stretch limo and headed to the church. As we turned the corner and came to a stop in front of the massive church doors, that's when the laughter in the limo slowly quieted down, and reality of what was about to begin in a few minutes sank in. This was it, E and R were finally going to get married. As the music began, I thought back to the times my roomie and I shared throughout our 14 year friendship - and I was just ecstatic to be able to be a part of what will be one of the happiest days of her life.
E was absolutely radiant as she walked down the aisle, arm in arm with both of her parents. The look on R's face can't be described - it was as if he was seeing her for the first time and falling in love with her all over again. It was a beautiful ceremony - and Father John did a fantastic job. His sermon was very upbeat and lively. He wasn't preaching to the congregation, but more of sharing a story that you wanted to hear. A very special moment was when he presented E and R with a framed blessing of the marriage from Pope Benedict himself! Father John said that in 22 years, he has never seen anyone receive a blessing from the Pope.
After the ceremony, there were the pictures (many, many pictures), then the celebration of the bridal party with the new Mr and Mrs in the limo, and then finally the reception. They're first dance was to "Come What May" from the Moulin Rouge Soundtrack. I've always loved that song, but now it has a much different meaning to me. I will always think of them whenever I hear it. E and R had actually practiced a very simple waltz routine to it. It was so beautiful.
To briefly go through the long evening, there was dinner, the heartfelt speeches, a fabulous slideshow of the bride and groom, and then lots of dancing. Oh how my feet hurt - but I kept going! Then there was the garter and bouquet tosses, and the cake. Yummy cake. E and R said some wonderful 'thank yous' to everyone, especially to their parents. There was a lot of love in the room.
After the required conga line, the celebration came to a quiet end. Those who were left trickled out of the ballroom, and the four of us, me and my hubby, E and R, made our way to the elevators. We rode up with them, and as we got off on our floor, we said our farewells and wished them a wonderful honeymoon. I always hate saying goodbye to E. I always miss her so much. She's just very special to me and I miss the days of seeing her every day. Sharing everything. I was lucky enough to have had a roommate I bonded with. There's no question we love each other very much.
Congratulations E and R! I love you both.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Tis the season...
Can't believe the holidays are almost upon us! This year has flown by so fast, but every year seems too short when you know Thanksgiving and Christmas are around the corner. Best part right now? Gingerbread Latte's from Starbucks! I had my first of many to come yesterday morning. Just waiting until I can take a break to go get my coffee to today. They used to have a wonderful Cinnamon Spice Latte, but they haven't offered it in a few years. But the Gingerbread Latte - Mmmm...
So many events to look forward to. My college roommate's wedding is THIS weekend! WHOO HOO! I've got my bridesmaid gown altered, my shoes are broken in, I've picked out a hairstyle too. Just need to pack it all for Friday's trip. Yea! Got the plane tickets, hotel and car reservations. Have to remember to put new batteries in my camera. Hubby will be the photographer this event.
Thanksgiving is next weekend. Can't believe it! Our tradition, since we've been married, is that my family and his family gathers for a huge feast and game night. My in-law's like the traditional, eat at home, holiday gatherings. My family prefers dining out. So, we compromise. Thanksgiving at my in-laws. Christmas, we all go out. I must admit, I do
I have a wonderful recipe for lemon meringue pie - I've actually changed it to be served as individual tarts - homemade crust and everything. Work has been so busy, I really don't feel like making them this year. I admit, I'm worn out. And these tarts are not that easy to make. I should have just stuck to the big pie format - but everyone seems to like having their own individual one. It's a prettier presentation too. The crust has to be just right, the meringue has to be just right. The only part that's easy to make out of the whole process is the lemon part. Oh well, we'll see how I feel next week. I never make them until the night before they're needed.
I need to concentrate on my Christmas projects too. I completed two - and haven't gone back. No time! I need to put together a little 'Bridal Emergency kit' tonight (safety pins, Shout wipes, white thread and needle, etc) and then I can concentrate on the sewing for a few hours.
Oops! Time for my break! Gingerbread Latte - here I come!
So many events to look forward to. My college roommate's wedding is THIS weekend! WHOO HOO! I've got my bridesmaid gown altered, my shoes are broken in, I've picked out a hairstyle too. Just need to pack it all for Friday's trip. Yea! Got the plane tickets, hotel and car reservations. Have to remember to put new batteries in my camera. Hubby will be the photographer this event.
Thanksgiving is next weekend. Can't believe it! Our tradition, since we've been married, is that my family and his family gathers for a huge feast and game night. My in-law's like the traditional, eat at home, holiday gatherings. My family prefers dining out. So, we compromise. Thanksgiving at my in-laws. Christmas, we all go out. I must admit, I do
I have a wonderful recipe for lemon meringue pie - I've actually changed it to be served as individual tarts - homemade crust and everything. Work has been so busy, I really don't feel like making them this year. I admit, I'm worn out. And these tarts are not that easy to make. I should have just stuck to the big pie format - but everyone seems to like having their own individual one. It's a prettier presentation too. The crust has to be just right, the meringue has to be just right. The only part that's easy to make out of the whole process is the lemon part. Oh well, we'll see how I feel next week. I never make them until the night before they're needed.
I need to concentrate on my Christmas projects too. I completed two - and haven't gone back. No time! I need to put together a little 'Bridal Emergency kit' tonight (safety pins, Shout wipes, white thread and needle, etc) and then I can concentrate on the sewing for a few hours.
Oops! Time for my break! Gingerbread Latte - here I come!
Monday, November 14, 2005
The Rolling Stones
Friday night, my hubby and I took a little walk around our neighborhood after dinner at 21st Amendment. If you haven't been there - go and try it. It's very good. Pizza seems like the 'it' thing to order there - but I went for the Buffalo Chicken Cobb Salad instead. Warm and tangy Buffalo Chicken chunks over a green salad, complete with bacon pieces, avocado, and hard boiled egg - all with a delicious bleu cheese dressing. I loved it. In fact, last night, I made my own version of it at home. YUM! Also, their calamari is one of the best I've had. The batter is light and crispy - not heavy like most places. It's a very simple restaurant/brewery. There are big screen TVs blasting the latest basketball game. It's loud. The bar area is crowded. It's a nice local joint that not too expensive and serves good food.
Anyway, back to my story. We went for a walk after dinner and then went around SBC Park. There was some big commotion going on. All the lights were on, people all over the place. We went around to the 'free viewing' areas at McCovey Cove - and saw that the the entire field was covered with white planks/boards - and a massive stage being constructed. Then it clicked. The Rolling Stones were coming to town! We didn't have tickets, but we knew, from when GreenDay was here, we could just walk on over and catch a "free show" from the outside of the stadium.
So, last night, my hubby and I walked over to SBC Park again, but this time, over to the bridge area and we could see the giant screens built over the awesome stage. From that angle, we found that you don't get any echo. It was pure music. It was loud. It was awesome. I only knew a couple of songs, but it was interesting to people watch. There were fans in their 50's and there were the little fans who couldn't be more than 8 or 10. At one point, fire shot out from the two towers that surrounded the stage, and at the very end - beautiful fireworks. Very cool. Fabulous entertainment for the evening. Not a bad way to end a long weekend.
Anyway, back to my story. We went for a walk after dinner and then went around SBC Park. There was some big commotion going on. All the lights were on, people all over the place. We went around to the 'free viewing' areas at McCovey Cove - and saw that the the entire field was covered with white planks/boards - and a massive stage being constructed. Then it clicked. The Rolling Stones were coming to town! We didn't have tickets, but we knew, from when GreenDay was here, we could just walk on over and catch a "free show" from the outside of the stadium.
So, last night, my hubby and I walked over to SBC Park again, but this time, over to the bridge area and we could see the giant screens built over the awesome stage. From that angle, we found that you don't get any echo. It was pure music. It was loud. It was awesome. I only knew a couple of songs, but it was interesting to people watch. There were fans in their 50's and there were the little fans who couldn't be more than 8 or 10. At one point, fire shot out from the two towers that surrounded the stage, and at the very end - beautiful fireworks. Very cool. Fabulous entertainment for the evening. Not a bad way to end a long weekend.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
A birthday wish...
My hubby is turning 40 in January! Yep, the BIG 4-0!
As usual, I'm more excited for his birthday than he is, but this year, we're going to celebrate in style! Problem is that he doesn't want me to do a surprise party - and he really means it - so that's out. I know if I went ahead and did a party anyway, he'd be upset. We'll still do a big dinner, but he'll know about it.
He knows I want to take him somewhere, and I was going to surprise him with a fabulous 4 day vacation at the Atlantis Resort on Paradise Island in the Bahamas... but then he said he doesn't want to travel too far for a long weekend. MAN! He's not making this easy. I told him he can take me there for one of my birthdays. ;)
So, last option for a long weekend, our favorite destination... Las Vegas. He hasn't been there since last December, and I purposely didn't go see the Wynn Resort during my last visit in October, so that we could experience it together. I don't know if he still looks at my blog or not (last time he looked it crashed his computer), so I won't go into details of what I'm planning. I wish it were January already. I love Vegas - and if all goes to according to my plan, I think this will be a trip my hubby will never forget!
As usual, I'm more excited for his birthday than he is, but this year, we're going to celebrate in style! Problem is that he doesn't want me to do a surprise party - and he really means it - so that's out. I know if I went ahead and did a party anyway, he'd be upset. We'll still do a big dinner, but he'll know about it.
He knows I want to take him somewhere, and I was going to surprise him with a fabulous 4 day vacation at the Atlantis Resort on Paradise Island in the Bahamas... but then he said he doesn't want to travel too far for a long weekend. MAN! He's not making this easy. I told him he can take me there for one of my birthdays. ;)
So, last option for a long weekend, our favorite destination... Las Vegas. He hasn't been there since last December, and I purposely didn't go see the Wynn Resort during my last visit in October, so that we could experience it together. I don't know if he still looks at my blog or not (last time he looked it crashed his computer), so I won't go into details of what I'm planning. I wish it were January already. I love Vegas - and if all goes to according to my plan, I think this will be a trip my hubby will never forget!
Monday, October 24, 2005
The two day hangover
Oh my God, I'm dying. This past weekend was the be-all of parties . My college roommate's bachelorette party in Las Vegas. Woo hoo!
We stayed the Mandalay Bay Resort - my first time. It's a very nice hotel. The casino was a little confusing to me - I couldn't quite figure out the layout. The room was very nice - nice because I was lucky to stay in the two bedroom suite that the matron-of-honor booked for the bride to be. Four of us stayed in the suite, and then two other sets of 5 girls in regular rooms.
I'll write more about the trip later - I'm not thinking with a full brain today.
Let's just say when you're with a group of girls in Vegas, hang around the VIP areas. There are always groups of guys who book those areas and then invite the girls to join them for drinks. I only bought myself one drink during two nights out. The VIP areas give the good stuff too.
We stayed the Mandalay Bay Resort - my first time. It's a very nice hotel. The casino was a little confusing to me - I couldn't quite figure out the layout. The room was very nice - nice because I was lucky to stay in the two bedroom suite that the matron-of-honor booked for the bride to be. Four of us stayed in the suite, and then two other sets of 5 girls in regular rooms.
I'll write more about the trip later - I'm not thinking with a full brain today.
Let's just say when you're with a group of girls in Vegas, hang around the VIP areas. There are always groups of guys who book those areas and then invite the girls to join them for drinks. I only bought myself one drink during two nights out. The VIP areas give the good stuff too.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Beautiful day... missed it all
I left work around 5:30p today. Purse in one hand, my lunch sack, and for lack of a better term, my briefcase/bag thing for papers. In other words, a bag full of work I was bringing home to do.
Anyway, I walked out of my office building and this beautiful warm air hit my face. There was a slight breeze that just made it so comfortable to walk through - yeah, for the half block it takes to get me from the door of the building to the underground MUNI station.
I brought my lunch to work today - which I rarely do. My friends tell me it's good to bring my lunch because then I can save a lot of money. Which is true. The average lunch in San Francisco runs around $5 - $6. On the occasions I meet up with friends, lunch can go up to $10. Because I brought my lunch today, I ended up only spending $1.50 for my ride home. But the drawback, I never went outside. I heated up my rice and chicken, and worked through the hour and beyond.
No packed lunch tomorrow. I'm going out into the world. Hopefully, the weather will hold up and I'll get to enjoy a little sunshine.
Tomorrow night, my friend and I are going to try Paragon Restaurant. We're doing a very late celebration for her birthday. Not that I forgot. Lucky her - she got to go to NY for her birthday weekend, and our schedules didn't mesh until tomorrow night. I've never been there before - but the menu looks pretty tasty. I hope it's good!
Anyway, I walked out of my office building and this beautiful warm air hit my face. There was a slight breeze that just made it so comfortable to walk through - yeah, for the half block it takes to get me from the door of the building to the underground MUNI station.
I brought my lunch to work today - which I rarely do. My friends tell me it's good to bring my lunch because then I can save a lot of money. Which is true. The average lunch in San Francisco runs around $5 - $6. On the occasions I meet up with friends, lunch can go up to $10. Because I brought my lunch today, I ended up only spending $1.50 for my ride home. But the drawback, I never went outside. I heated up my rice and chicken, and worked through the hour and beyond.
No packed lunch tomorrow. I'm going out into the world. Hopefully, the weather will hold up and I'll get to enjoy a little sunshine.
Tomorrow night, my friend and I are going to try Paragon Restaurant. We're doing a very late celebration for her birthday. Not that I forgot. Lucky her - she got to go to NY for her birthday weekend, and our schedules didn't mesh until tomorrow night. I've never been there before - but the menu looks pretty tasty. I hope it's good!
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Mom's birthday
Yesterday was my mom's birthday. Happy Birthday Mom!!!
We celebrated with dinner at Momo's. The food was very good. I highly recommend their Coconut Rock Shrimp appetizer. The prices are typical San Francisco 'trendy' restaurant price, but the portions are good (4 out of 5 of us brought leftovers home) and the atmosphere is enjoyable.
After dinner, everyone came back to our place and we had delicious Tiramisu cake. My mom opened her presents and we chatted for a little while. It was a very nice evening.
We celebrated with dinner at Momo's. The food was very good. I highly recommend their Coconut Rock Shrimp appetizer. The prices are typical San Francisco 'trendy' restaurant price, but the portions are good (4 out of 5 of us brought leftovers home) and the atmosphere is enjoyable.
After dinner, everyone came back to our place and we had delicious Tiramisu cake. My mom opened her presents and we chatted for a little while. It was a very nice evening.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Drama is over... I hope
After a few days of being miserable whenever my husband talked about the Europe trip, I've finally come to the conclusion that - we're going. I am going to see Paris and London - no matter how long or short. I should just accept it and move on. It's always going to be there - we can always go back. Start planning what to do in the short time we're there. I'm very lucky that we get to go at all.
Since my last entry, the plans have changed so many times that I've lost count - and it's only been a few days! Paris was cut down to 4 full days, and 1 full day in London. After a tantrum on my part - and at that point, I didn't care if I was being selfish anymore. If my hubby was going to be silly about the whole thing and didn't realize that I didn't wait 10 years just to spend 4 days in Paris and 1 day in London - he definitely heard about it. As he said, we have to sacrifice sometimes. True - but in this case I thought about it and couldn't understand WHY? Why do I have to sacrifice my dream trip? He's been to Paris, I have not. He doesn't really care if we go to London. Well, hello? His wife cares. I was about to book a trip for myself and go for two weeks on my own - one week in Paris, one week in London. The trip we were 'supposed' to take this year. I would take the portion that would have been his ticket and do some shopping.
Anyway, after a lot of bitching, he got back on the phone - and at this point, the best he could do is 3 days in Belgrade, on the fourth day we fly to London (get there around 3pm), spend one night. Then we take the train to Paris and spend 6 nights there. On the 7th day, we take the train back to London - so if we leave earlier in the morning, I can probably manage almost 2 full days. On the 3rd day in London, we fly home.
It's better than nothing. It just frustrated me that I had to get mad before he really 'heard' me. He didn't understand how unhappy I was the way 'our' trip was being planned and he didn't realize how important this trip was to me. It's not like I haven't talked to him about it for the past 10 years. Every anniversary is like a countdown to this trip. I bring it up all the time anyone mentions Europe. All my friends know that is my plan. Anyway... it's booked, finalized. This is it.
In other news, I finally submitted my resume for another position at my company. I've been over my resume over and over and over - and just can't think of anything more I can do to polish it up - so it will have to do. Hopefully, I'll get an interview and be better able to 'sell' myself that way.
Wish me luck!
Since my last entry, the plans have changed so many times that I've lost count - and it's only been a few days! Paris was cut down to 4 full days, and 1 full day in London. After a tantrum on my part - and at that point, I didn't care if I was being selfish anymore. If my hubby was going to be silly about the whole thing and didn't realize that I didn't wait 10 years just to spend 4 days in Paris and 1 day in London - he definitely heard about it. As he said, we have to sacrifice sometimes. True - but in this case I thought about it and couldn't understand WHY? Why do I have to sacrifice my dream trip? He's been to Paris, I have not. He doesn't really care if we go to London. Well, hello? His wife cares. I was about to book a trip for myself and go for two weeks on my own - one week in Paris, one week in London. The trip we were 'supposed' to take this year. I would take the portion that would have been his ticket and do some shopping.
Anyway, after a lot of bitching, he got back on the phone - and at this point, the best he could do is 3 days in Belgrade, on the fourth day we fly to London (get there around 3pm), spend one night. Then we take the train to Paris and spend 6 nights there. On the 7th day, we take the train back to London - so if we leave earlier in the morning, I can probably manage almost 2 full days. On the 3rd day in London, we fly home.
It's better than nothing. It just frustrated me that I had to get mad before he really 'heard' me. He didn't understand how unhappy I was the way 'our' trip was being planned and he didn't realize how important this trip was to me. It's not like I haven't talked to him about it for the past 10 years. Every anniversary is like a countdown to this trip. I bring it up all the time anyone mentions Europe. All my friends know that is my plan. Anyway... it's booked, finalized. This is it.
In other news, I finally submitted my resume for another position at my company. I've been over my resume over and over and over - and just can't think of anything more I can do to polish it up - so it will have to do. Hopefully, I'll get an interview and be better able to 'sell' myself that way.
Wish me luck!
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Selfishness is a terrible thing
Unfortunately, the title refers to yours truly. To explain a little...
Next year marks a milestone for my hubby and I. We will have been married for five years, but we'll have been together for 10!
For the past 10 years, we've been planning to celebrate the occasion with a big trip to Europe. The trip of my dreams - Paris and London.
Two years ago, while on vacation on Oahu, we bought a Marriott timeshare. Part of the deal was that because our tower wouldn't be actually finished until the year 2006, we would get a bunch of bonus points, 2 free tickets to anywhere in the world, plus a bonus week to use anywhere. We couldn't believe it when they told us the 'extras'. That was our Europe trip right there. 'Free' plane tickets and hotel for a week.
So, 2006 is around the corner. An old family friend of my husband's suddenly brings up that in March, he is going to Belgrade to visit relatives. My father-in-law's only brother lives there. So, he decided he's going too... My hubby has not seen his uncle in many, many years, so suddenly he wants to go too.
So here's where my selfishness comes into play. Instead of this being OUR big European trip, the one that I've been planning for the past 10 years. The one where I thought we'd decide on when we'd like to go and how long we'll stay for... The trip is now the Belgrade trip - and we fly to Paris and stop by London for a day or two afterwards.
I mean, I can't complain. It all works out to us actually going to Paris and London. I get to go where I've wanted to go for over 30 years of my life. But man - it's just not the same. I've built up this trip for 10 years in my mind. It was supposed to be like our second honeymoon. We were supposed to plan it for US, not someone else's trip to Belgrade. So, because we're now going to be staying in Belgrade for three nights, that cuts into the Paris and London part. The Marriott is still covering our plane tickets - and one week's worth of stay in Paris, but London is now more of a stopover because of our Belgrade transfer. We have to pay for that ourselves.
So, no 1 week in Paris and 1 week in London, like I've been dreaming about. It's more like 5 full days in Paris and 1 full day in London before we have to come home.
Am I being too selfish? I mean really? I've dreamed about this trip for so long - and now everything is being dictated by someone else's plan and unfortunately, our financial situation (that prevents us from making this two separate trips). It's just irking me how everything turned out. I feel like I can't say anything because I don't want to be the wife who won't allow her husband to see his uncle (maybe for the last time? He's 80+), but it's so hard to get excited about this trip.
My husband says we all have to make sacrifices and unfortunately, we're not in a position that finances are not an issue and we can do what we want. And then he told me that his grandfather and his uncle are his favorite relatives. I wasn't able to meet his grandfather, but he wants me to meet his uncle. I want to meet his uncle too, but when he put it to me that way - what the heck could I say?
I know I'm rambling and ranting, but I know that without the Belgrade part, nothing was an issue before. I'm not going to say anything because my hubby was on the phone for hours last night, trying to make a trip that worked so that I would get my time in Paris and London - and I felt guilty that we was doing all that for me (for us). But damnit - this was our trip first!!! We started planning it first!
Wah, wah, wah... Yeah, I can't say anything to my husband, but I'm going to whine about it on my blog. I need an outlet somewhere.
Next year marks a milestone for my hubby and I. We will have been married for five years, but we'll have been together for 10!
For the past 10 years, we've been planning to celebrate the occasion with a big trip to Europe. The trip of my dreams - Paris and London.
Two years ago, while on vacation on Oahu, we bought a Marriott timeshare. Part of the deal was that because our tower wouldn't be actually finished until the year 2006, we would get a bunch of bonus points, 2 free tickets to anywhere in the world, plus a bonus week to use anywhere. We couldn't believe it when they told us the 'extras'. That was our Europe trip right there. 'Free' plane tickets and hotel for a week.
So, 2006 is around the corner. An old family friend of my husband's suddenly brings up that in March, he is going to Belgrade to visit relatives. My father-in-law's only brother lives there. So, he decided he's going too... My hubby has not seen his uncle in many, many years, so suddenly he wants to go too.
So here's where my selfishness comes into play. Instead of this being OUR big European trip, the one that I've been planning for the past 10 years. The one where I thought we'd decide on when we'd like to go and how long we'll stay for... The trip is now the Belgrade trip - and we fly to Paris and stop by London for a day or two afterwards.
I mean, I can't complain. It all works out to us actually going to Paris and London. I get to go where I've wanted to go for over 30 years of my life. But man - it's just not the same. I've built up this trip for 10 years in my mind. It was supposed to be like our second honeymoon. We were supposed to plan it for US, not someone else's trip to Belgrade. So, because we're now going to be staying in Belgrade for three nights, that cuts into the Paris and London part. The Marriott is still covering our plane tickets - and one week's worth of stay in Paris, but London is now more of a stopover because of our Belgrade transfer. We have to pay for that ourselves.
So, no 1 week in Paris and 1 week in London, like I've been dreaming about. It's more like 5 full days in Paris and 1 full day in London before we have to come home.
Am I being too selfish? I mean really? I've dreamed about this trip for so long - and now everything is being dictated by someone else's plan and unfortunately, our financial situation (that prevents us from making this two separate trips). It's just irking me how everything turned out. I feel like I can't say anything because I don't want to be the wife who won't allow her husband to see his uncle (maybe for the last time? He's 80+), but it's so hard to get excited about this trip.
My husband says we all have to make sacrifices and unfortunately, we're not in a position that finances are not an issue and we can do what we want. And then he told me that his grandfather and his uncle are his favorite relatives. I wasn't able to meet his grandfather, but he wants me to meet his uncle. I want to meet his uncle too, but when he put it to me that way - what the heck could I say?
I know I'm rambling and ranting, but I know that without the Belgrade part, nothing was an issue before. I'm not going to say anything because my hubby was on the phone for hours last night, trying to make a trip that worked so that I would get my time in Paris and London - and I felt guilty that we was doing all that for me (for us). But damnit - this was our trip first!!! We started planning it first!
Wah, wah, wah... Yeah, I can't say anything to my husband, but I'm going to whine about it on my blog. I need an outlet somewhere.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Another project update
Time to change my header again. I'm not crazy about fall - so I couldn't find any pictures I wanted to use - so I skipped straight to winter. I'm not a huge fan of winter either, but Christmas is my favorite holiday - go figure. So, I'm trying to get myself into the Christmas spirit early. Besides, I need the motivation...
My sweater is slowly coming along. Managed to join in my beige yarn, and now I'm working on 4-1/2" of the light blue yarn. I should be at a point to put in another three rows of beige and then back to the darker blue soon. I left several inches of extra yarn from where each color joins the next. I hope I didn't screw it up.
My other project, the 'secret' Christmas gift is coming along. I have all the pieces ready, now I just have to sew them together. Can't reveal what it is yet, but here's a small portion of it.
Now I have to make, let me see... GASP! Five more!!!
The stupid thread came out a little gray in very small spots, but it's noticable on the light pink fabric. I think after this 'eh em' is finished, I'll wash it to see if the gray comes out. I'm guessing it's oil from some parts of the machine - so it should come out.
Poor hubby has been trying to watch TV while I'm in the background sewing away and trying to watch too. Every once in a while I stop and ask him, "So, what happened? What did they say?" Yeah, he just gives me 'the look'. Hee hee...
My sweater is slowly coming along. Managed to join in my beige yarn, and now I'm working on 4-1/2" of the light blue yarn. I should be at a point to put in another three rows of beige and then back to the darker blue soon. I left several inches of extra yarn from where each color joins the next. I hope I didn't screw it up.
My other project, the 'secret' Christmas gift is coming along. I have all the pieces ready, now I just have to sew them together. Can't reveal what it is yet, but here's a small portion of it.
Now I have to make, let me see... GASP! Five more!!!
The stupid thread came out a little gray in very small spots, but it's noticable on the light pink fabric. I think after this 'eh em' is finished, I'll wash it to see if the gray comes out. I'm guessing it's oil from some parts of the machine - so it should come out.
Poor hubby has been trying to watch TV while I'm in the background sewing away and trying to watch too. Every once in a while I stop and ask him, "So, what happened? What did they say?" Yeah, he just gives me 'the look'. Hee hee...
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Still up
I'm going to be hating life in about 5 hours - when I have to get up for work. It's 1:30am and I just finally stopped playing my new Sims 2 Nightlife expansion pack. It's fabulous. As with all my other Sims game packs - it's an obsession. Unfortunately, as each expansion pack comes out, the slower my computer gets. I need to add more RAM or pretty soon this machine is going to be crawling along. Another expansion pack is coming out in 2006. My goodness! I can't NOT get it! It's almost like you need a new computer to keep up with each expansion.
Oh man, my hubby is going to have fun trying to wake me up in the morning.
Good night...
Oh man, my hubby is going to have fun trying to wake me up in the morning.
Good night...
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Totally forgot!!!
Amidst all the drama of work, and bringing work home, and getting frustrated with my new sewing machine that is still turning my pink thread a light gray color - I totally forgot another gift item I'm supposed to be making for my friend Joe!!!
I am supposed to crochet a cap for him. I have the yarn already and everything. DAMN!!! I can't believe I forgot. I've actually been working on my hoodie sweater the past few nights. Just something to keep my hands busy while we're catching up on some TV shows I've taped. I've gotten past adding one color for three rows, and now I'm in the middle of adding on 4" of the third color. I should have been working on the cap this whole time.
So, guess what I'm doing tonight?
Hmmm, maybe I took on too much with this homecrafted gift idea. Can't give up yet though. I've still got two months. If I pull this off... I'll just have to reward myself at Christmas with something already made by someone else. :)
Totally off the subject. Guess who I saw a few weeks ago at Macy's? One of my idols! Sarah Jessica Parker! I was meeting a friend for lunch - and she was telling me how she was waiting for the elevator downstairs in the watch section, when out comes this petite woman, surrounded by these massive bodyguards. Well, she didn't realize who this woman was until she had already walked away. Turns out SJP was there to promote her new perfume, Lovely. I totally missed the commotion, because I went straight from the Geary St. entrance and up the elevator to the restaurant.
After lunch, I decided to take a chance and see if SJP was still there. I've never seen a line that long at Macy's. They had set up a queue between all the makeup counters on the main level. Through the crowd, I got close enough to get a good look at the lovely Ms. Parker. She is gorgeous. And she's soooo petite! I was so tempted to call work and tell them I would be very late. She was signing autographs if you bought her perfume. Well, I decided, I don't wear perfume, so it would be a waste of money - and I already saw her. Stupid me though - I didn't get a picture. Unfortunately, it was after the fact that it dawned on me that I have a camera phone. :P
I am supposed to crochet a cap for him. I have the yarn already and everything. DAMN!!! I can't believe I forgot. I've actually been working on my hoodie sweater the past few nights. Just something to keep my hands busy while we're catching up on some TV shows I've taped. I've gotten past adding one color for three rows, and now I'm in the middle of adding on 4" of the third color. I should have been working on the cap this whole time.
So, guess what I'm doing tonight?
Hmmm, maybe I took on too much with this homecrafted gift idea. Can't give up yet though. I've still got two months. If I pull this off... I'll just have to reward myself at Christmas with something already made by someone else. :)
Totally off the subject. Guess who I saw a few weeks ago at Macy's? One of my idols! Sarah Jessica Parker! I was meeting a friend for lunch - and she was telling me how she was waiting for the elevator downstairs in the watch section, when out comes this petite woman, surrounded by these massive bodyguards. Well, she didn't realize who this woman was until she had already walked away. Turns out SJP was there to promote her new perfume, Lovely. I totally missed the commotion, because I went straight from the Geary St. entrance and up the elevator to the restaurant.
After lunch, I decided to take a chance and see if SJP was still there. I've never seen a line that long at Macy's. They had set up a queue between all the makeup counters on the main level. Through the crowd, I got close enough to get a good look at the lovely Ms. Parker. She is gorgeous. And she's soooo petite! I was so tempted to call work and tell them I would be very late. She was signing autographs if you bought her perfume. Well, I decided, I don't wear perfume, so it would be a waste of money - and I already saw her. Stupid me though - I didn't get a picture. Unfortunately, it was after the fact that it dawned on me that I have a camera phone. :P
Friday, September 30, 2005
Slow start...
I finally setup my sewing machine last night. It's on the dining table right now because the desk that I had originally planned as my sewing area is boxed in. Yes, my excuse is still, "I just moved!"
So, I managed to wind the thread onto the bobbin, and then loaded it into the bobbin case. Then I threaded my machine. That took me about 15 minutes. Then for the next hour, after I threaded my needle, I tried to get the stupid thread from the bobbin to come up through the bottom. I just couldn't figure it out. I finally got it - but I have no idea what I did. Wasted a lot of thread in the processes.
Anyway, I did some test stitches - and after some adjusting, finally got the machine to work properly. I guess with new machines, the metal is dirty or something, because my pretty pink thread came out dark gray. Ew! I ran the machine some more, and the bottom thread is now pink, as it should be, but the upper thread is still sewing on gray. It's a little lighter than when I started, but still gray. I don't know how to clean it. ARGH!!!
Two hours later from when I started, and my enthusiasm deflated with frustration, I gave up for the night. I have my fabric all pinned and cut out from the pattern already. It's in a neatly folded pile on the table next to the sewing machine. I just need clean thread!!!
I guess it's good I'm getting prepared for my Christmas gifts now, because at this rate - I feel like I should have started in January.
So, I managed to wind the thread onto the bobbin, and then loaded it into the bobbin case. Then I threaded my machine. That took me about 15 minutes. Then for the next hour, after I threaded my needle, I tried to get the stupid thread from the bobbin to come up through the bottom. I just couldn't figure it out. I finally got it - but I have no idea what I did. Wasted a lot of thread in the processes.
Anyway, I did some test stitches - and after some adjusting, finally got the machine to work properly. I guess with new machines, the metal is dirty or something, because my pretty pink thread came out dark gray. Ew! I ran the machine some more, and the bottom thread is now pink, as it should be, but the upper thread is still sewing on gray. It's a little lighter than when I started, but still gray. I don't know how to clean it. ARGH!!!
Two hours later from when I started, and my enthusiasm deflated with frustration, I gave up for the night. I have my fabric all pinned and cut out from the pattern already. It's in a neatly folded pile on the table next to the sewing machine. I just need clean thread!!!
I guess it's good I'm getting prepared for my Christmas gifts now, because at this rate - I feel like I should have started in January.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
What can you do?
Well, we got the pictures back from the photographer from our Reunion last August. I'm not happy at all. Because of our location, the backlight for the photos was way to bright. As a professional wedding photographer, the guy should have known that it was a poorly lighted location. My dad, who is a professional photographer as well, suggested that a special flash be used to counter the brightness of the background. He was told it wasn't necessary - so, professional to professional, my dad let the guy do his thing his way.
Got the CD of the photos last week. They are terrible. Odd angles and too bright - almost white back lighting, and tourists in the background. First of all, I don't think that Ghiradelli Square was the best choice for the reunion itself. In the middle of the summer tourist season? Come on. But I wasn't in charge of that decision, so whatever. But I was in charge of booking the photographer. How was I supposed to know? The guy has a website of his wedding shots and they're beautiful. And then he goes and ruins the shots from our event.
My hubby has the CD now. He has a printing and design business, so he's going to ask his partner to help edit the shots a bit. It's not just frustration about the flawed shots - it's embarassing. The photographer was my responsibility. How am I supposed to present these pictures to my family? This sucks! And there I was, just a few months ago, reassuring my cousins that this guy was good and that we wouldn't be disappointed.
Got the CD of the photos last week. They are terrible. Odd angles and too bright - almost white back lighting, and tourists in the background. First of all, I don't think that Ghiradelli Square was the best choice for the reunion itself. In the middle of the summer tourist season? Come on. But I wasn't in charge of that decision, so whatever. But I was in charge of booking the photographer. How was I supposed to know? The guy has a website of his wedding shots and they're beautiful. And then he goes and ruins the shots from our event.
My hubby has the CD now. He has a printing and design business, so he's going to ask his partner to help edit the shots a bit. It's not just frustration about the flawed shots - it's embarassing. The photographer was my responsibility. How am I supposed to present these pictures to my family? This sucks! And there I was, just a few months ago, reassuring my cousins that this guy was good and that we wouldn't be disappointed.
Friday, September 23, 2005
My god-puppy
Here we go! I finally got a picture of my little God-puppy, Mochi, posted. Isn't he the cutest thing?
He was only 10 weeks old when my friend got him as a present for her birthday. So, he's about five months now. He's about 8 pounds. He's still tiny, but back then, he was just a big puff of cotton shuffling along on his little legs.
He was only 10 weeks old when my friend got him as a present for her birthday. So, he's about five months now. He's about 8 pounds. He's still tiny, but back then, he was just a big puff of cotton shuffling along on his little legs.
Daily suffering
Haven't felt like writing anything in a while. It's been very stressful at work and usually I just want to go home, watch TV, and not think about anything for a few hours. My insomnia was in full swing this week. I've be running on about 4 hours of sleep every night. I'm sure I'll probably wake up around noon tomorrow - my body's effort to catch up.
So many things going on at work. I'm not going to get into it, but I am actively looking for work in a different department now. If that doesn't work out, then I'll be looking in the outside world. I haven't touched my resume for so many years, at least three. I don't even know how to even begin summarizing what I do, what I've done... It's depressing getting up in the mornings to head into a place where I dread the next 9 hours. Not that it's ever been a party, but I've always been able to enjoy my work, if not all the people. But now, I hate coming in every day. I count the minutes and seconds until I can go to lunch or better yet, home.
So many things going on at work. I'm not going to get into it, but I am actively looking for work in a different department now. If that doesn't work out, then I'll be looking in the outside world. I haven't touched my resume for so many years, at least three. I don't even know how to even begin summarizing what I do, what I've done... It's depressing getting up in the mornings to head into a place where I dread the next 9 hours. Not that it's ever been a party, but I've always been able to enjoy my work, if not all the people. But now, I hate coming in every day. I count the minutes and seconds until I can go to lunch or better yet, home.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Still my birthday...
My hubby had bought me The Sims 2 University expansion for my birthday last month - unfortunately, I already had that one (of course!) So, yesterday, we finally had the time to head over to Target, and he bought me an awesome gift. A sewing machine!!! Yea! Now I can get to work on my Christmas gifts. Well, I have to go get the fabric now. Doesn't quite work without the fabric.
I really don't know much about sewing machines themselves - so it was hard to do any kind of research on them. We only used one basic stitch in my sewing class. I hope this one is good.
It's not pink, but there's a little purple on it (hee hee...) NO, I didn't pick this one because of the color. I'm not THAT pink obsessed.
I really don't know much about sewing machines themselves - so it was hard to do any kind of research on them. We only used one basic stitch in my sewing class. I hope this one is good.
It's not pink, but there's a little purple on it (hee hee...) NO, I didn't pick this one because of the color. I'm not THAT pink obsessed.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
More Wonderful News!!!
Baby #2 has arrived! Welcome Isabelle! She was born on September 12th. She is the daughter of my childhood friend, whom I reconnected with again earlier this year. It's so weird to think - my friend is a mother now! I'm so happy for K and A. Congratulations!
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Wonderful News!
Baby #1 has arrived! Down in sunny San Diego, one of my college buddies has given birth to her first son, Kyle. Can't believe one of us is a mommy now!
Congrats to L and B! Welcome Kyle!
Congrats to L and B! Welcome Kyle!
Monday, September 12, 2005
Project update
This weekend went by way too fast. There was no time for ourselves. I'm doing laundry tonight, so that I don't have to worry about it next weekend.
Here are some projects that I've been working on when I have a few moments each night.
This is my candy colored scarf - made with the beautiful yarn my mom-in-law gave me for my birthday. Like the needles? They're size US 17 - they kind of look like toys.
My sweater project is slooooow... I still need to get it to 9-1/2 inches before I can add on the next color. At 96 stitches across each time, I get tired of it after 2 rows. So, it will be a while before this sweater starts to even look like a sweater. Maybe by NEXT Christmas?
Other than that, the other projects I HAVE to work on for my Christmas gifts - I need to get a sewing machine first. I still need to research that and find decent one, but cheap! I got the pattern I'm going to use already. Just need the machine and the fabric.
Here are some projects that I've been working on when I have a few moments each night.
This is my candy colored scarf - made with the beautiful yarn my mom-in-law gave me for my birthday. Like the needles? They're size US 17 - they kind of look like toys.
My sweater project is slooooow... I still need to get it to 9-1/2 inches before I can add on the next color. At 96 stitches across each time, I get tired of it after 2 rows. So, it will be a while before this sweater starts to even look like a sweater. Maybe by NEXT Christmas?
Other than that, the other projects I HAVE to work on for my Christmas gifts - I need to get a sewing machine first. I still need to research that and find decent one, but cheap! I got the pattern I'm going to use already. Just need the machine and the fabric.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Buggin
For the past few days, I have been victim of fleas. And you have to understand, I don't just get bug bites. I get infected bug bites. Every time I get bit by something, they become large, red splotches that hurt, itch, and hot to the touch. And they last forever - meaning, the itchiness goes away after a few days, but the spot stays red for weeks. I still have 'scars' from flea bites on both ankles from five years ago.
The thing is, I don't know if these are really flea bites. They're too random. Usually, I'll have several bites in one location - but I have one on my cheek (can't believe it), on my neck, one on my calf, one the back of each hand (those itch the most), one on the back of my thigh, and one on the tip of my left elbow. Oh, and the killer one that hurts the most is one right on the knuckle of my left index finger. It actually hurts! I've been slabbing on the anti-bacterial lotion like crazy.
Worst thing is, most of these happened at work. Same as when I got the ankle bites. I can't do anything about it. At home, I'll vaccum, change all the bed sheets, do laundry - usually, I'll get the little sucker. What can I do at work??? What gets me is that I'm the only one getting bit!
I've heard that if you don't have enough iron in your system, bugs are more attracted to you. I guess I need to go get some iron pills.
The thing is, I don't know if these are really flea bites. They're too random. Usually, I'll have several bites in one location - but I have one on my cheek (can't believe it), on my neck, one on my calf, one the back of each hand (those itch the most), one on the back of my thigh, and one on the tip of my left elbow. Oh, and the killer one that hurts the most is one right on the knuckle of my left index finger. It actually hurts! I've been slabbing on the anti-bacterial lotion like crazy.
Worst thing is, most of these happened at work. Same as when I got the ankle bites. I can't do anything about it. At home, I'll vaccum, change all the bed sheets, do laundry - usually, I'll get the little sucker. What can I do at work??? What gets me is that I'm the only one getting bit!
I've heard that if you don't have enough iron in your system, bugs are more attracted to you. I guess I need to go get some iron pills.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Silliness
I had a real brainiac moment yesterday. Kind of embarrassing to share, but it's good for a chuckle.
My husband and I were at Safeway, and I grabbed a container of sour cream from the refrigerator section. I looked at the bottom to check the expiration date. It read "OCT 06."
Genius that I am, I blurted out, "October 2006? What kind of sour cream is this???" I looked at my husband all confused. He's got the single arched eyebrow thing going. He glances at the container in my hand and says, "Uh, I think it means October the 6th." Oops! Hee hee...
I think my brain had a 'DUH... ' moment. Can't believe I did that. And seriously, for that second, I really didn't understand how sour cream could last for over a year!!! Yes, it's time for me and my poor brain to go on vacation.
My husband and I were at Safeway, and I grabbed a container of sour cream from the refrigerator section. I looked at the bottom to check the expiration date. It read "OCT 06."
Genius that I am, I blurted out, "October 2006? What kind of sour cream is this???" I looked at my husband all confused. He's got the single arched eyebrow thing going. He glances at the container in my hand and says, "Uh, I think it means October the 6th." Oops! Hee hee...
I think my brain had a 'DUH... ' moment. Can't believe I did that. And seriously, for that second, I really didn't understand how sour cream could last for over a year!!! Yes, it's time for me and my poor brain to go on vacation.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Visitors
My hubby's aunts are coming over the see our new place today. Just for a few minutes before we head out to his parent's place for dinner together. It's been a frantic 'where can we shove everything' morning. Actually, I was up until 3am last night cleaning up. Well, I did some cleanup - then I found out how much fun those free demo online games are. I was up until 3am playing something called Luxor. Anyway...
The living room is clean - looks nice, except for the dining table which is currently the temporary home to my husband's work papers. We got the second layer of curtains we wanted for the living room - we have cranberry red ones that will stay open on the sides, and then sheerish white ones covering the entire window. It looks really nice. The window is really wide, so we wanted to put a small screw in the ceiling and then use some fishwire to pull up the drooping part of the rods in the middle. Yeah, took us a minute to realize that the ceiling is all concrete. Hubby has to get a new 'drill bit' for his electric drill that is specifically for concrete. So, that brilliant idea is on hold for now - and we have a small little hole in our beautiful yellow walls. Every time I glance up there, I think there's a small bug.
I gave up on the study. It's a mess. At least it's an organized piled mess. Big mistake giving up that one chest of drawers. Lost three shelves and three drawers worth of storage. Now it's all in ugly packing boxes and little piles of stuff around my desk. Good thing is that, for now, I still can use the excuse, "We just moved in."
Here's something nice. Our upstairs neighbors just came by. Meeting them for the first time. They invited us to their housewarming party next weekend. Finally meeting some people here. It's amazing. Dozens of units on my floor, and over 500 units in the two combined complexes - we've met about three people. It's not like we're anti-social or anything. You go out into the halls, there is never anyone around. Odd. We met our direct next door neighbor once on the elevator - and have never seen him since. I'm thinking it would be nice to attend this party and meet some more neighbors. Odd that this is coming from me - I'm usually very shy about meeting new people. I'm not shy around my friends - but if you're new to me, it takes me a while to open up.
Lot's of different news today. I received an email from an uncle today. He is trying to collect donations to help with my uncle and cousins out in the New Orleans area. He mentioned that some people in the family already donated $4000 and $5000. I can't give anything even in that ballpark unfortunately, but I'll try my best. I think my uncle and cousins in New Orleans will be comforted to know that the family is here for them. My uncle wasn't able to make the reunion last month because of his health - but we had made him a special video and sent him our love. I'm sure even that video is gone now. In a way, I'm glad we had the reunion so recently - it brings our large family closer in our hearts.
The living room is clean - looks nice, except for the dining table which is currently the temporary home to my husband's work papers. We got the second layer of curtains we wanted for the living room - we have cranberry red ones that will stay open on the sides, and then sheerish white ones covering the entire window. It looks really nice. The window is really wide, so we wanted to put a small screw in the ceiling and then use some fishwire to pull up the drooping part of the rods in the middle. Yeah, took us a minute to realize that the ceiling is all concrete. Hubby has to get a new 'drill bit' for his electric drill that is specifically for concrete. So, that brilliant idea is on hold for now - and we have a small little hole in our beautiful yellow walls. Every time I glance up there, I think there's a small bug.
I gave up on the study. It's a mess. At least it's an organized piled mess. Big mistake giving up that one chest of drawers. Lost three shelves and three drawers worth of storage. Now it's all in ugly packing boxes and little piles of stuff around my desk. Good thing is that, for now, I still can use the excuse, "We just moved in."
Here's something nice. Our upstairs neighbors just came by. Meeting them for the first time. They invited us to their housewarming party next weekend. Finally meeting some people here. It's amazing. Dozens of units on my floor, and over 500 units in the two combined complexes - we've met about three people. It's not like we're anti-social or anything. You go out into the halls, there is never anyone around. Odd. We met our direct next door neighbor once on the elevator - and have never seen him since. I'm thinking it would be nice to attend this party and meet some more neighbors. Odd that this is coming from me - I'm usually very shy about meeting new people. I'm not shy around my friends - but if you're new to me, it takes me a while to open up.
Lot's of different news today. I received an email from an uncle today. He is trying to collect donations to help with my uncle and cousins out in the New Orleans area. He mentioned that some people in the family already donated $4000 and $5000. I can't give anything even in that ballpark unfortunately, but I'll try my best. I think my uncle and cousins in New Orleans will be comforted to know that the family is here for them. My uncle wasn't able to make the reunion last month because of his health - but we had made him a special video and sent him our love. I'm sure even that video is gone now. In a way, I'm glad we had the reunion so recently - it brings our large family closer in our hearts.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
A great idea
I just read an article today that put a smile on my face. The government has chartered three of the Carnivale Cruise Lines' ships to provide temporary housing for about 7000 people in the Gulf Coast disaster. How wonderful! I never even thought of that! I was thinking about how the many hotels in neighboring states should provide housing - which they probably are. But so many folks out there wouldn't be able to afford it. Carnivale will get a big publicity boost - but at this point, who cares? It's a great idea - and though it will only help a small percentage - every little bit helps, right? 7000 is 7000. Vacation cruises on those three ships have been canceled and refunded. The important thing is the find a place for people to feel like people again. To give them a chance to start thinking about piecing their lives together again.
Even though there is mass criticism of how slow the response was (especially when we knew the hurricane was going to hit days beforehand - and no one stepped up to help evacuate the area in the first place) troops have landed and are helping evacuate the remaining people and to provide food and water to those unfortunate souls. Help was late - and it's not a 'better late than never' situation. It should have been there. But at least it is there now.
Even though there is mass criticism of how slow the response was (especially when we knew the hurricane was going to hit days beforehand - and no one stepped up to help evacuate the area in the first place) troops have landed and are helping evacuate the remaining people and to provide food and water to those unfortunate souls. Help was late - and it's not a 'better late than never' situation. It should have been there. But at least it is there now.
Friday, September 02, 2005
I don't understand
The devastation of New Orleans is just incredible. I had no idea how much damage could result from a hurricane and its aftermath. I've never seen anything like the images that are constantly on the news and frontpages of newspapers.
I have family in New Orleans and the surrounding area. Luckily, they were all evacuated to safety. Their homes and life as they knew it has been destroyed. It's just terrible - but at least they're safe and sound, and most of them are together.
What I don't understand is, in addition to the devastation, every day there are the reports of looting (which, sadly, isn't surprising), gangs of teens with guns raping women, and snipers shooting at rescue workers trying to evacuate a hospital? What is going on? Why do people do this? It's just sickening how people are.
It's just awful to hear the stories of the survivors, what they went through. What they're going through. And there are those who are actually out there trying to help. But then you have to deal with stupid idiots with guns or just poor sense of humanity? I don't even know what to say. It's just sickening.
I just pray that disaster of this magnitude never strikes SF (thinking earthquakes) - because I know that while there will be many angels out there who will risk their own lives to help others, there will always been the black hearted individuals out there who will cause additional chaos and destruction. They really shouldn't qualify as 'people'. And I wouldn't want to insult our furry (and non-furry) friends of the world by categorizing 'them' as animals either.
Sorry to vent. Every time I visit the CNN site or watch the news, I just get so disgusted by everything.
I have family in New Orleans and the surrounding area. Luckily, they were all evacuated to safety. Their homes and life as they knew it has been destroyed. It's just terrible - but at least they're safe and sound, and most of them are together.
What I don't understand is, in addition to the devastation, every day there are the reports of looting (which, sadly, isn't surprising), gangs of teens with guns raping women, and snipers shooting at rescue workers trying to evacuate a hospital? What is going on? Why do people do this? It's just sickening how people are.
It's just awful to hear the stories of the survivors, what they went through. What they're going through. And there are those who are actually out there trying to help. But then you have to deal with stupid idiots with guns or just poor sense of humanity? I don't even know what to say. It's just sickening.
I just pray that disaster of this magnitude never strikes SF (thinking earthquakes) - because I know that while there will be many angels out there who will risk their own lives to help others, there will always been the black hearted individuals out there who will cause additional chaos and destruction. They really shouldn't qualify as 'people'. And I wouldn't want to insult our furry (and non-furry) friends of the world by categorizing 'them' as animals either.
Sorry to vent. Every time I visit the CNN site or watch the news, I just get so disgusted by everything.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Anxious
Two dear friends of mine are pregnant. Both of them are due either this week or next week. This will be the first child for both, so it could be any day now! I'm so excited. I'm just anxious to hear the great news that the babies have arrived.
I'm no where near wanting children of my own yet - I think my 'clock' may need new batteries or something - but I'm always very excited to see my friends start this new journey in life. There's just something about watching your friend holding their newborn baby in their arms - and the look of peace and love on their faces... that's priceless.
I'm no where near wanting children of my own yet - I think my 'clock' may need new batteries or something - but I'm always very excited to see my friends start this new journey in life. There's just something about watching your friend holding their newborn baby in their arms - and the look of peace and love on their faces... that's priceless.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Birthday weekend
Love birthdays, hate getting older. But, what can ya do?
Lots of love from my dearest friends and family. Makes one feel all warm and fuzzy inside - it's a great feeling.
Had dinner with my parents and grandma on Friday. We went to one of my favorite Chinese restaurants, Koi Palace. They had a wonderful seafood selection, which is apparent when you enter the restaurant. There is a special display area of live seafood - various fish, crab, lobster, clams, shrimp, from all over the globe. There is nothing more delicious that fresh seafood. It was a wonderful evening with my family, and lots of leftovers to enjoy later.
On Saturday, my hubby took me to my FAVORITE Indian restaurant for lunch. Indian Clay Oven on Clement St, between 25th and 26th Avenues. The Buffet lunch is what it's all about. There's something for everyone. All you can eat buffet for $7.95. Yes, I pigged out big time. We worked off some of the meal by stopping by my parent's place and washed and waxed our car.
Interesting story. Some guy on a bike rode by at one point, yelling something about gas. We didn't even realize he was yelling at us until he commented on our SUV and that he couldn't wait to see us suffer when we use up all the gas in the world. OK... Someone was a little bitter, huh? He stopped at the red light at the end of the block, and every once in a while he would turn back to us and yell, "I can't wait!"
After running some errands and resting up at home for a few hours, we headed out to another favorite restaurant of ours, Bursa Kebob, to meet up with some friends for dinner. Bursa serves up fabulous Mediterranean cuisine. Seriously! Try their appetizer platter, and their lamb kebobs! You won't regret it! And for dessert - they have a fried cheese that is out of this world. My husband always gets this sliced beef dish. All I know is, it's the first one listed on the right column of the menu. As you can tell, I don't know the names of these dishes, but the menu has descriptions, so you'll be able to find them without any problem. I know, I sound like I'm advertising these restaurants, but they're really so good! I want to tell everyone to try them!
After dinner, we headed over to The Beach Chalet to hear my friend's band play. They're Porkchop Express. They're kind of a country/rock band. I don't know how else to describe them. They do some cover songs, but most are their own. If you go check them out, don't leave until you hear their 'pancake' song. They usually sing it for their finale. It's hilarious - and catchy. It will be a cult favorite someday, I'm sure of it. They sang me a special birthday song - very cool!
The evening ended at my friend June's house. I have proclaimed their puppy, Mochi, as my God-puppy, so we had to go visit with him. He is just so adorable. I'll have to post some photos of the little darling. He's about five months old now. My friend got him for her birthday - he was only 8 weeks old then. Just a puff ball of cotton with little legs. Cute just does not describe him.
So, 3am - we all decided, yeah, it's time to call it a night.
Sunday, my hubby and I got up late, lazed around some more, and then finally went to the downtown shopping area around 4pm. We just walked around - I had to return a couple of things. We then had dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. It was 5:30p, and we still had to wait over an hour for a table! Unbelievable that so many people eat that early! Anyway, during dinner I realized, HEY! I never got a cake for my birthday. I'm not a big sweets person, so I was just joking about it. I thought of it while some folks were singing 'Happy Birthday' at a nearby table. So, we got a slice of my favorite Strawberry Cheesecake to go, and he sang me a personal 'Happy Birthday' at home. No candle, but the cheesecake was damn good!
So, that was my birthday weekend. Now, I have three months left to lose the new weight I've gained.
Lots of love from my dearest friends and family. Makes one feel all warm and fuzzy inside - it's a great feeling.
Had dinner with my parents and grandma on Friday. We went to one of my favorite Chinese restaurants, Koi Palace. They had a wonderful seafood selection, which is apparent when you enter the restaurant. There is a special display area of live seafood - various fish, crab, lobster, clams, shrimp, from all over the globe. There is nothing more delicious that fresh seafood. It was a wonderful evening with my family, and lots of leftovers to enjoy later.
On Saturday, my hubby took me to my FAVORITE Indian restaurant for lunch. Indian Clay Oven on Clement St, between 25th and 26th Avenues. The Buffet lunch is what it's all about. There's something for everyone. All you can eat buffet for $7.95. Yes, I pigged out big time. We worked off some of the meal by stopping by my parent's place and washed and waxed our car.
Interesting story. Some guy on a bike rode by at one point, yelling something about gas. We didn't even realize he was yelling at us until he commented on our SUV and that he couldn't wait to see us suffer when we use up all the gas in the world. OK... Someone was a little bitter, huh? He stopped at the red light at the end of the block, and every once in a while he would turn back to us and yell, "I can't wait!"
After running some errands and resting up at home for a few hours, we headed out to another favorite restaurant of ours, Bursa Kebob, to meet up with some friends for dinner. Bursa serves up fabulous Mediterranean cuisine. Seriously! Try their appetizer platter, and their lamb kebobs! You won't regret it! And for dessert - they have a fried cheese that is out of this world. My husband always gets this sliced beef dish. All I know is, it's the first one listed on the right column of the menu. As you can tell, I don't know the names of these dishes, but the menu has descriptions, so you'll be able to find them without any problem. I know, I sound like I'm advertising these restaurants, but they're really so good! I want to tell everyone to try them!
After dinner, we headed over to The Beach Chalet to hear my friend's band play. They're Porkchop Express. They're kind of a country/rock band. I don't know how else to describe them. They do some cover songs, but most are their own. If you go check them out, don't leave until you hear their 'pancake' song. They usually sing it for their finale. It's hilarious - and catchy. It will be a cult favorite someday, I'm sure of it. They sang me a special birthday song - very cool!
The evening ended at my friend June's house. I have proclaimed their puppy, Mochi, as my God-puppy, so we had to go visit with him. He is just so adorable. I'll have to post some photos of the little darling. He's about five months old now. My friend got him for her birthday - he was only 8 weeks old then. Just a puff ball of cotton with little legs. Cute just does not describe him.
So, 3am - we all decided, yeah, it's time to call it a night.
Sunday, my hubby and I got up late, lazed around some more, and then finally went to the downtown shopping area around 4pm. We just walked around - I had to return a couple of things. We then had dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. It was 5:30p, and we still had to wait over an hour for a table! Unbelievable that so many people eat that early! Anyway, during dinner I realized, HEY! I never got a cake for my birthday. I'm not a big sweets person, so I was just joking about it. I thought of it while some folks were singing 'Happy Birthday' at a nearby table. So, we got a slice of my favorite Strawberry Cheesecake to go, and he sang me a personal 'Happy Birthday' at home. No candle, but the cheesecake was damn good!
So, that was my birthday weekend. Now, I have three months left to lose the new weight I've gained.
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