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Friday, August 31, 2012

Can I? Do something about it?

Mm, almost weekend. 3 days of it. And you know what, I’m gonna enjoy the crap out of it.
Because you know what, life is too short.
Screw that class, I’ll take it next fall.
We’ll be here anyways so it doesn’t matter.
Fulltime work and one grad class is enough.
Thankyouverymuch.
I’m not super man (whoaw, sorry… super woman)
I’m just normal and I like to relax and I’m horrible at dealing with stress so I’m just going to deal with it the best way I can- not overloading myself with stressful stuff.
There!

It's a loss-loss


I hate it when the things that are within your power to change leave you feeling powerless and the things that are not end up sucking up all your energy.  It is very dumb, to have it be this way. And yet I can’t seem to do much about it.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

It seems like I've been hacked. Again. And, unless I'm way more confused than I think I am, it seems like somebody has been in my office. This sucks.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Plans for the future


It is my new plan and mission to start going to the pool and swim for 20-30 minutes every Tuesday morning. After this morning, it is also my mission to buy a one-piece swimsuit, in order to be appropriate in a pool of very dressed mo-mos, and also to buy new goggles since the ones I sport now leave purple rings around my eyes that are ridiculously obvious even after more than an hour since I got out of the water. 

Monday, August 27, 2012

The bread winner makes the sandwich


Question:
How do I leave my office at the Gender Resource Center to go home and make a lunch for my husband, pack it up and deliver it to him?

Answer:
By reminding myself I make about twice as much as he does. 

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Attraction

My dearest just bought underwear at the thrift store. Old man, whitie-tighties. There is so much wrong with this.

Friday, August 24, 2012

On the bright side


Somebody in our house made a door stop so the main door can always be propped open and the cat can be free to run in and out. We’ve had Dylan’s boot in the door, then an old coffee can, a random rock (which was too small and didn’t work at all) and now, somebody has taken the time to make a door stop.
It’s heavy, but small and soft so there’s no loud bang when the screen door hits it. Brilliant.
And it says “Door Stop” on it.

So there you have it. With all this random crap going on and people moving and leaving and me really starting to hate the phrase “it’s all up in the air right now” this is what I chose to be happy about today. Somebody made a door stop for our cat. Aaaw.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

On a day like today


I’m having one of those days again.  Homesickness is getting the best of me.
Facebook is the devil, but I can’t stay away. My chest fills with an emptiness that builds for each image I force myself to look at.
Houses, lakes, family, friends, friends with their family, friends with their friends.
I belong right there.
Right smack in the middle of all those pictures is an empty space that I should fill. Instead of filling my own emptiness with thoughts of what I chose not to.

On days like today I am sad. Bitter. I feel lonely and I feel out of place. And behind all of those I feel guilty because I am complaining when I am actually very lucky (Oh would the starving children in Africa just shut up for a minute and let me be selfish) and nobody is holding me anywhere against my will.

It’s a bitch. Being happy and all. 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

On wheels

Seen from my bike this morning:

4 deer, one of which was standing on his hind legs grabbing apples from a tree

2 cotton tails

1 fox, my first American fox, mind you. he was a lot bigger and darker than the pale little skinny red things snatching cats and chickens at home

A bunch of marmots, but I see those all the time..

Still pretty cool. I think nature was giving me a treat for wearing a bike helmet for the first time since 6th grade.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

My morning drug

8am no longer calls for iced coffee. It's getting chillier in the mornings. Or maybe it's just cause I'm getting up earlier now...?
Either way, I don't understand what people who don't drink coffee use to motivate themselves to get up in the morning.
Herbal tea, anyone?
I'd roll back over for sure.

Monday, August 20, 2012

I want to order business cards!


First day at my new job!
It’s the same job, actually.
First day at my old job with my new title!
I can now sign my e-mails Assistant Director and I am officially leaving room for somebody else to take my place at the bottom of the totem pole. Now I just can’t wait to move across the hall into the better office.
So yeah, that’s that.
That’s what it’s all been about for a while now.
I had my doubts, I was not sure this would ever happen or happen in time for tuition to be waived. But it did. My motivation for school though, is possibly at an all-time low.
But all I have to do is attend and pass.
Attend and pass.
Two more semesters. 

Sunday, August 19, 2012

What last night reminded me of

It’s nice to be nice. Not in a forced way, fake compliments are like fat-free mayo, weird and a poor substitute. But the real deal awesome, felt some true sweetness out there.
It’s not always obvious, or easy, to know whose story to believe when it comes down to the honour of people’s word.

It’s fun to dance. It’s fun to ride bikes. It’s good to be with friends.

Some people don’t change. Probably never will. I should have probably realized that a long time ago and saved myself some energy.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Party like a Rockstar

I'm actually drinking a Rockstar. Because it was free and given to me and I've had it since June and it's been sitting, first in my fridge at home and lately in the fridge at work, just staring at me, like
"I'm not heroine, you know.... you could probably drink me and be ok"
and today, for some reason, I just decided to drink it.
Wild and spontaneous, that's me.
I'm going to return to my grant writing now.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Got my Google goggles on

Ah, look at that, the food spells out Google! That's so clever... it today National Food Day or what did I miss?

Monday, August 13, 2012

Slacking is the way to go!

Honestly, that's exactly what I did. And it worked!
That's awesome.
And also awful for motivating me to be more industrious.
Anyways. Yay.
And I will explain this all a little better once the cat is completely out and the bag is in the recycling bin.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Meh..Monday

The Olympics are over and it’ll be another four years before we see diving, synchronized swimming and handball on the news again. A little sad. It’s always a little sad when something that’s a little special is over and you have to go back to everyday life.
Like weekends.
Like Monday.
Camping replaced by office space.
Strange sports and happy athletes replaced by sad news and boring financial reports.
Speaking of work, though.. there’s a conversation I have to have here real soon. Get my ass in gear and grab the bull by its horn, as they say.
Speak up and put my foot down.
Or something like that.
But I don’t want to.
I’d much rather just swim. And grill. And camp.

Friday, August 10, 2012

The film critic


We watched a movie called Jeff who lives at home last night. I’d recommend it, it was cute; funny and a little quirky.  Not like Underworld, which we watched last weekend at Palisades Corner. That was something of the worst crap I’ve ever seen.
Why do they make movies like that? Why?
And why do people keep watching them?
I’d rather watch the inside of my eyelids. 

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Our date. And most of China's

I talked to this super pregnant lady yesterday who is being a surrogate for a gay couple from California. Her story was amazing. It is so nice, especially in a conservative place like this, to sometimes meet people who don't fit the stereotype and actually thing (and act!) outside the box.
Very, very cool. Just had to share that.

As for me, I've been married three years today. Yay me. And yay we. And big Yay Dylan for putting up with me.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Dammit!


My feet stink in my Birkenstocks. That sucks. For everyone else a little bit, but mostly for me… I mean, I’m around my feet all the time. And I love these shoes. 

Monday, August 6, 2012

Snooze you loose


I got up this morning, looked at the leftovers from last night’s dinner and thought to myself: that’ll be delish for dinner tonight!
Then I realized Dylan would be home all day and the odds of those leftovers still being there when I got back from work were less than good.
Hello lunchbox! 

Friday, August 3, 2012

Pain in the ass


Know what really sucks?
When you pack your gym bag the night before and you just grab a random pair of undies… only to discover, as you put them on far from home the next morning,  that they’re that awful pair that you hate, but still don’t throw away for some reason…  and then you have to wear them all day.
And you you’re just constantly like F*** my underwear!
And it kinda messes up your whole day.
Yeah..
you’re welcome for all that information.
Also, in order to keep it positive, I’m gonna swim this weekend! 

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Actually, most people love their mothers...


Here’s one of the many differences between Sweden and the US: they fail when they get only a silver and don’t even bother interviewing the looser. We win silvers, just won one today actually, and blow it up all over the news.
Wars and finical crises step aside, we just won a silver dammit!

Another thing that I’ve noticed, watching the Olympics every night, is that Americans focus a lot (disproportionately so in my opinion) on the athletes’ parents and family background. It’s like “Oh he loves his mom and competes for his dead father and hopes to bring home the gold for his aunt who serves overseas...” which is fine, if that’s the case, but that kind of coverage belongs on the Hallmark Channel, or possibly E! True Hollywood Story.
Or American Idol, they all seem to be singing for somebody on the other side, maybe it’s a prerequisite?

Anyways, I don’t think it belongs in a sports commentary. I want to hear about their training regime, past competitions, injuries and most dangerous competitors.

I felt really bad for John Orozco when he blew it (twice) on the tumbling horse. But not because he was “trying to move his family out of the Bronx…” (with dramatic music in the background) but because he’s a talented and hardworking athlete who unfortunately failed to perform at his best when the stakes were high.

All right, end rant. But, more sport, less parents…. What do you say NBC?

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

A moment


There’s this little girl whose mother I had coffee with back in June. And we totally bonded, this little 5 year old and me. Now I just ran into her mother and her, here on campus, and her little face just lit up when she saw me and she just ran right up and gave me a hug. That made my day.