Today I wore a dress to work. I haven't worn (or owned) a dress since approximately my wedding day. I'm not sure why, but for about five years I wouldn't even wear skirts. I think I just decided I was too pale to go without nylons, and nylons just aren't cool. (Sorry, they're just not.) But a few years ago I decided to go back to skirts, and then last weekend I bought a really fabulous summer dress...and so the evolution to Grown-Up Professional Career Woman seems sort of complete.
I even have a hairstyle now - layers, rather than just Long Hair. Wow. Who knew?
Also, I bought shorts for the first time in about five years, too...since shorts that actually have an inseam are back in. Can't do short shorts. Nobody wants to see that. I told my mother I changed out of a dress and into shorts, and I think she about collapsed. *chuckle*
Monday, June 23, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Awww
I was reading the news on CNN and found this photo from a gay marriage ceremony in San Francisco.
I know this won't please some of my readers (not that I have many readers, but you know what I mean), but I think the picture of those two old ladies getting married is the sweetest thing. They're 87 and 84, for pete's sake; who knows how long they've waited to be able to get married? (Edited: Just read another story that says they've been together 55 years. Whoa.) So congratulations to them, and have some cake for me.
And maybe someday the rest of the country will realize we've got much bigger things to worry about than two people who love each other wanting to make their devotion legal. Nuff said.
I know this won't please some of my readers (not that I have many readers, but you know what I mean), but I think the picture of those two old ladies getting married is the sweetest thing. They're 87 and 84, for pete's sake; who knows how long they've waited to be able to get married? (Edited: Just read another story that says they've been together 55 years. Whoa.) So congratulations to them, and have some cake for me.
And maybe someday the rest of the country will realize we've got much bigger things to worry about than two people who love each other wanting to make their devotion legal. Nuff said.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
From princess to mistress
If you happen to view my profile, you may notice that my occupation has been changed from "Princess of PR" to "Mistress of Marketing." This is because I've accepted a new job (a promotion!) at the company where I work. I'm quite excited about trying something new...and about recycling loads and loads of magazines from my cubicle that I'm no longer responsible for keeping. :)
I tried to find another royal title that started with M (to maintain the alliterative value I love so much), but all I could come up with was "Marchioness"...and that's not really very well-known or easy to say. So I went with "Mistress" instead. Perhaps not as regal, but still a lot more interesting than "Manager."
I start "transitioning" to my new job (read: starting my new job while still doing my old one) on Monday. I'm moving cubes, which is sort of sad as I am leaving the Best Cube in the Universe for something decidedly less wonderful, but the upshot is that I am really getting rid of a lot of stuff I never needed to keep in the first place. I have to shed the baggage of the old job so there will be room to accumulate baggage from the new one. *chuckle*
So that's my news. If you want more details, email me and I'll tell you...because this is as much as I'm going to say about work in a public forum!
I tried to find another royal title that started with M (to maintain the alliterative value I love so much), but all I could come up with was "Marchioness"...and that's not really very well-known or easy to say. So I went with "Mistress" instead. Perhaps not as regal, but still a lot more interesting than "Manager."
I start "transitioning" to my new job (read: starting my new job while still doing my old one) on Monday. I'm moving cubes, which is sort of sad as I am leaving the Best Cube in the Universe for something decidedly less wonderful, but the upshot is that I am really getting rid of a lot of stuff I never needed to keep in the first place. I have to shed the baggage of the old job so there will be room to accumulate baggage from the new one. *chuckle*
So that's my news. If you want more details, email me and I'll tell you...because this is as much as I'm going to say about work in a public forum!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Bummer
So, one of the things I was REALLY looking forward to after finishing school was being able to go back to kickboxing class. Tonight was the first night. I found out this morning (because I am well-connected) that there's drama going on at the gym, and my regular instructor - who is awesome - was told that her services were no longer needed.
I know of 5 people who dropped out before class even started because of this. (We really love our instructor.) But I thought I'd give it a try, to be fair, and it was disappointingly low-impact. I haven't been to kickboxing for almost four months, and I never even got short of breath. I only stopped twice to take a drink of water. And the class finished 10 minutes early! We used to go 20 minutes over. I think it was probably fine if you'd never done kickboxing before and maybe hadn't worked out in a long time. But it's not enough for me, so I'll be asking for a refund.
Bummer.
I know of 5 people who dropped out before class even started because of this. (We really love our instructor.) But I thought I'd give it a try, to be fair, and it was disappointingly low-impact. I haven't been to kickboxing for almost four months, and I never even got short of breath. I only stopped twice to take a drink of water. And the class finished 10 minutes early! We used to go 20 minutes over. I think it was probably fine if you'd never done kickboxing before and maybe hadn't worked out in a long time. But it's not enough for me, so I'll be asking for a refund.
Bummer.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Cats can growl
It's true. When they are truly, really, awfully furious beyond recognition, they growl just like dogs. At least, our cat Lewis does.
See, aside from our human kid, we have two feline kids. And I spent two hours at the animal ER with one of those feline kids last night. Poor Lewis. He's a mess. I'll spare you the details, but suffice it to say that there was a great deal of cat vomit going on at our house. Not good for us, not good for our carpet and certainly not good for Lewis.
So the poor guy got shoved in his cat carrier at 8:45 last night, and we drove to the animal ER. He was actually quite calm for the first portion of the visit. He just camped out on the scale (where it was learned he'd lost 3/4 of a pound in just a few days) and even let the nurse take his temperature. If you pause to think about how they take cat temperatures, you will be as amazed as I was at his calm nature.
He had a fever, but they couldn't figure out what was wrong. He got x-rays. Nothing. Then he had bloodwork. Nothing serious, except that he was dehydrated. It was decided that he probably had some sort of infection and they would give him an injection of fluids under his skin, as well as an injections of antibiotics and anti-nausea medication.
That's when it all went downhill. I, sitting alone in the exam room reading Cat Fancy - which, by the way, is the most disturbing magazine I have ever read, but it was the only thing in there other than the Veterinarian's Oath - heard noises coming from the back room that sounded vaguely like a cat might be making them, but not really. I've never heard noises like that. The vet came back in and said, "Okay, he's had enough. We can't handle him anymore." I said, "That was MY cat making those noises??" Poor, poor Lewis. He must have been so mad and confused. They brought him back into the room in his cat carrier, and he was FURIOUS. If there's a level beyond furious, that's what he was. And he growled at me. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought he was a rottweiler. I felt really bad for him.
Since they were unable to give him injections, they sent us home with antibiotic pills and anti-nausea liquid medicine, with instructions that he shouldn't eat or drink anything for the night. It took us about 30 minutes to get him to take his medicines. Brock swaddled him in a towel and did a full body bind so he couldn't get away, while I pried his mouth open and crammed a pill in approximately 87 times. The liquid was marginally easier. Poor Lewis.
He's eaten a little today and seems to be doing a bit better. His nose is cold again (last night it was warm). So hopefully he's on the mend. Thankfully, Hegemon doesn't seem to have gotten it. We think Lewis might have picked up some germs at the vet's office last week, when we had to take him in for his seasonal allergy shot. (Yeah, he has allergies and asthma, too.)
So, does anybody have any good tips for getting a cat to eat pills?
P.S. There was an article in Cat Fancy about alternative medicine for cats. You'll be interested to know that acupuncture can be beneficial, but you shouldn't pursue chiropractic treatment because cats' frames are too small. Seriously - cat acupuncture? Catupuncture? I really, really love our cats, but that magazine freaked me out. Why have so many specialty breeds of cats when there are thousands and thousands of little mutt kitties who need homes? I don't get it. And I am not getting catupuncture for Lewis...unless maybe it would help his asthma? KIDDING!
See, aside from our human kid, we have two feline kids. And I spent two hours at the animal ER with one of those feline kids last night. Poor Lewis. He's a mess. I'll spare you the details, but suffice it to say that there was a great deal of cat vomit going on at our house. Not good for us, not good for our carpet and certainly not good for Lewis.
So the poor guy got shoved in his cat carrier at 8:45 last night, and we drove to the animal ER. He was actually quite calm for the first portion of the visit. He just camped out on the scale (where it was learned he'd lost 3/4 of a pound in just a few days) and even let the nurse take his temperature. If you pause to think about how they take cat temperatures, you will be as amazed as I was at his calm nature.
He had a fever, but they couldn't figure out what was wrong. He got x-rays. Nothing. Then he had bloodwork. Nothing serious, except that he was dehydrated. It was decided that he probably had some sort of infection and they would give him an injection of fluids under his skin, as well as an injections of antibiotics and anti-nausea medication.
That's when it all went downhill. I, sitting alone in the exam room reading Cat Fancy - which, by the way, is the most disturbing magazine I have ever read, but it was the only thing in there other than the Veterinarian's Oath - heard noises coming from the back room that sounded vaguely like a cat might be making them, but not really. I've never heard noises like that. The vet came back in and said, "Okay, he's had enough. We can't handle him anymore." I said, "That was MY cat making those noises??" Poor, poor Lewis. He must have been so mad and confused. They brought him back into the room in his cat carrier, and he was FURIOUS. If there's a level beyond furious, that's what he was. And he growled at me. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought he was a rottweiler. I felt really bad for him.
Since they were unable to give him injections, they sent us home with antibiotic pills and anti-nausea liquid medicine, with instructions that he shouldn't eat or drink anything for the night. It took us about 30 minutes to get him to take his medicines. Brock swaddled him in a towel and did a full body bind so he couldn't get away, while I pried his mouth open and crammed a pill in approximately 87 times. The liquid was marginally easier. Poor Lewis.
He's eaten a little today and seems to be doing a bit better. His nose is cold again (last night it was warm). So hopefully he's on the mend. Thankfully, Hegemon doesn't seem to have gotten it. We think Lewis might have picked up some germs at the vet's office last week, when we had to take him in for his seasonal allergy shot. (Yeah, he has allergies and asthma, too.)
So, does anybody have any good tips for getting a cat to eat pills?
P.S. There was an article in Cat Fancy about alternative medicine for cats. You'll be interested to know that acupuncture can be beneficial, but you shouldn't pursue chiropractic treatment because cats' frames are too small. Seriously - cat acupuncture? Catupuncture? I really, really love our cats, but that magazine freaked me out. Why have so many specialty breeds of cats when there are thousands and thousands of little mutt kitties who need homes? I don't get it. And I am not getting catupuncture for Lewis...unless maybe it would help his asthma? KIDDING!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
BARACK OBAMA!!!!
I just finished watching Barack Obama's speech in Minnesota. It occurs to me:
1) that I may never see another presidential candidate like this in my lifetime.
2) that one day, Hannah is going to ask us about this when she has to write a report for school.
3) that it feels pretty amazing to live through a historic time that's actually positive.
4) that this is the first time I have nearly cried when hearing a presidential candidate speak - because I was inspired, and hopeful, and optimistic, and moved.
5) that I am proud to have voted for this man three times.
6) that I am going to his next campaign event that is anywhere near where we live - and I don't care when it is. I will not miss out on this experience.
7) that Barack Obama is an excellent example of why I always wanted to get into politics - and his rarity is the reason why I didn't do it.
8) that it may be weird to clap and cheer for a political speech while sitting in your living room in your pajamas, but I did it anyway.
9) that this is the first time I've really wanted someone to be president because I believed in him, and not because I just really didn't want the other guy.
10) that I am, for once, extremely proud to be an American.
If he's elected president, Barack Obama certainly won't be able to do everything he wants to do; no president ever can. But he's a once-in-a-lifetime candidate, and he makes me believe things can be better. I'm in awe that I am living through the time in American history when we finally have an African American presidential candidate. I am in awe that it's THIS African American candidate who, even if he were purple, would still be the most inspiring political figure I've ever seen. I feel privileged to be part of this, even if my part is very small.
I can't wait to vote again!
1) that I may never see another presidential candidate like this in my lifetime.
2) that one day, Hannah is going to ask us about this when she has to write a report for school.
3) that it feels pretty amazing to live through a historic time that's actually positive.
4) that this is the first time I have nearly cried when hearing a presidential candidate speak - because I was inspired, and hopeful, and optimistic, and moved.
5) that I am proud to have voted for this man three times.
6) that I am going to his next campaign event that is anywhere near where we live - and I don't care when it is. I will not miss out on this experience.
7) that Barack Obama is an excellent example of why I always wanted to get into politics - and his rarity is the reason why I didn't do it.
8) that it may be weird to clap and cheer for a political speech while sitting in your living room in your pajamas, but I did it anyway.
9) that this is the first time I've really wanted someone to be president because I believed in him, and not because I just really didn't want the other guy.
10) that I am, for once, extremely proud to be an American.
If he's elected president, Barack Obama certainly won't be able to do everything he wants to do; no president ever can. But he's a once-in-a-lifetime candidate, and he makes me believe things can be better. I'm in awe that I am living through the time in American history when we finally have an African American presidential candidate. I am in awe that it's THIS African American candidate who, even if he were purple, would still be the most inspiring political figure I've ever seen. I feel privileged to be part of this, even if my part is very small.
I can't wait to vote again!
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