and on that thread...
if the color of my room could influence my, ahem, activities, I'd be
... loving, caring, and enjoy smothering their lucky partners with their affections. These rather charming qualities are followed up with their highly refined version of the art of love making. They are passionate, excitable, and enjoy sex to the fullest extent possible. They prefer to creatively explore their sexuality with one person, and make good life partners.
To check your own colors out, go to the
color test
Ah yes, celibacy
A rebirth. Why not celebrate?
nerve's special
no sex issue caught my wandering eye, and the dim lightbulb over my head went off.
Livea!
When's the shin dig? I can't wait! In Sober Land, I am at a loss and need help 'recalling' whether or not the festivities would be held in conjunction with Alison's apartment housewarming - or - at Chez Liv.
shite
i was supposed to pick up a get well card for the sis-in-law and did not. i'm completely in the dog house now. work kept me insanely occupied and then it was friday...less then enough time to call in between surgery and assorted misc. with the navy meds. ack. this is annoying. i had every intention, but still managedto screw it up.
chalk this into the same group of other (very) outstanding cards i owe.
i am awful.
and turning into my father.
eek.
and so i spend my sunday of the long holiday weekend. morose about my inability to keep my personal life organized. feh. i've not posted in here in ages (in any organized sense) and feel a weight bearing on my flabby shoulders every time i stare at a blogger pro window.
...but yet, i still really *really* want a pedicure tomorrow.
chances of that?
next to nil on Labor Day.
Hmph.
Tomorrow, as I procrastinate my way past other chores, I shall post.
for the record
I am still here, late, two days in a row.
And for that I intend to leave early on Friday. Or not work at all.
Rest your merry souls, a key component of our application is being released to me tomorrow - MID day. which may have implications to my happy hour plans.
I am not happy.
AND, get this, Dr. Charlie says I have something called Ulnar Neurapathy. As I put it - the carpel tunnel wannabee of the office world. I put too much pressure on my elbows which in turn causes my ulnar nerve to hurt. (And my elbow. Oh, and my fourth and fifth fingers.) What can this discomfort gain one in corporate America?
Not very much. I want a new chair. Or a keyboard. Apparently, many people cause their own discomfort by leaning heavily on the arm rests of their chairs. (A byproduct of being glued to the ground I suppose.)
Bleh.
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Ok, so the blue is beginning to grow on me
Yesterday I moved things around in the bedroom for the Dad to drill holes in the wall. To make a long story as painful for the uninterested, I have both concrete and drywall walls which require different types of anchors. The mirror I wanted hung is very heavy and has been aging well in L.I. until recently. Moving things to make way for the supreme mess anticipated by anything my dad does, I found something spectacular: the floor.
My room is not that shabby. Well, actually it is. But instead, I prefer the usage of "distressed". And people pay money for the look of old as I discovered in Marshalls. Yes, there is a Marshall's a five minute walk from my digs. Along with a National Liquidators (you have no idea) and an Old Navy. Although I was disappointed to not find hookable shirt hangars (and we even went to Target!). Anyhoo, I digress. I pikced a wire magazine rack, a floor wood organizer thing that conceivably performs the same function as the other magazine holder, and the energy to hang a host of posters. Granted, I'll need to move many of these after I hang the mirror, but whatever.
Last night i finished unpacking the rest of my car inspired shopping extravaganza. I bought a mumu. Plants. Actually, mums. Undies. Stuff. Instead of chowing on bar-b-q my family stayed close and were creative in directing a massive cleaning effort. the house no longer looks like the cat lady's house. it was such a generous effort from both 'rentals, i'm not even sure how to thank them. but i did manage to stick in a quiet birthday present to the mom. mmm...and it occurs to me that my dad has actually returned to reading this mess of a space. er, yep. i gave mom a present via check and she doesn't even know it yet. (as i've learned, one must never try and spend money on a gift for the mom as she will 1) never wear what you buy 2) feel guilty by anything she feels was a high price point. so annoying.)
crap. i've somehow managed to waste an entire half hour. off to dry hair, spackle make up on, and depart for the start of the workweek.
-- er, if i miss the star wars internet phenomena bit on the news can someone fill me in?
you know
i can see the typos, but don't have the energyor what i need to correct myself
but van diesel is on tghe tele.
tee hee!
eh
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thank god it's friday and thta my nap need passed.
ahem.
:) rec'd the message.
But thank you very much:)
i was SO in need, but somehow that passed.
but what i don't understand is how david spade is part of a major picture.
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werhatever, i'm going to bed.
bow
bolw
n. o. w.
(wpw, orrdination hard at this late hour. eek, sjame on moi(
calling the woman who lives on the west side
formerly one of two tricia's who co-habitated.
I am in need of a nap today, and was hoping to crash. can you please call me? i don' t have your email saved.
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my browser crashed and my witty, insightful, early-bird comments are gone.
poof.
when ppl comment that bloggers post too often, it is probably partially attributed to lost posts.
grrr.
in quick summary:
- got up too early
- watched tv
- learned two things:
---i can pick an informercial out a mile a way - with my eyes closed and within seconds
---eharmony costs fifty bucks a month (saw the regular commercial and checked the site out)
i want to read rachel simmon's book on the meanness of girls. discovery did a program on it which was fascinating. (this, after watching a program on odd body parts.)
does the fact the UN was bombed in Iraq give anyone cause for concern? Did the war "work"? (right, shut up. why question such a massively expensive and deadly endeavor?)
actually, who else is concerned that thousands of elderly french have croaked recently? how can it be that hot?
10 pm curfew
my new favorite thing to do with the cats is blow the catnip bubbles.
zee boy, luuuuuvs it.
and NOW i sleep.
food consumed today
- coffee from coffee boy
- early lunch of mickey dee's mozzerella sticks and a mac jr.
- more coffee
- hotdog with sauerkraut (how the hell do you spell that?) in front of penn station
- left overs from the roomies of turkish food (dunno what the hell it was, but hot damn, it was good)
diet: ignored.
oops.
but at least there was no consumption of booze (?!)
algith, nothing to be proud of.
except i am dog tired.
i blame the hovanecs:)
(cheeky grin - but soo much fun)
hurrying to get that beauty sleep, as i have been invited for work drinks by the boss with the new atlanta ppl.
wheee!
accentuate the positive
check the many, many different ways people emphasize words while reading the same set of material at speech accent archive
when drinking on the job becomes noticeable
The boys at Reuters were chastised via memo.
snort.
a byproduct of darkness induced emergency fixes
Even though I will be surely murdered for sharing the following, here it is:
...and in case you want to see a closer view of my friend seemingly acting indecently go here. tee hee. this is what happens when you can't fall asleep on a sunday. Actually, this what E. and I were doing on Friday desperately trying to cool off.
Dude, so happy to have the a/c blasting now.
a woman's right to shoes
after reading the review from Publisher's Weekly, I am indignant in the tone used to describe Franco Sarty shoes in the aforementioned book.
I love my new-ish shoes and group them mentally along with the higher price point items in my closet. (So what if I purchased them at Mega Marshalls. They're killer, and everyone compliments me on them. That, and they make me 5'4".)
And the way the sex and the city folks tied the episode ending together is competely unrealistic.
please. as if carrie bradshaw would have rec'd a set of replacement shoes.
what did i do today?
I read The Devil Wears Prada. I know, I know. It came out ages ago, but today I cracked it open and simply could not put it down until I read the words," Go F*ck Yourself Miranda."
A tear to the eye, really.
That, along with my viewing of Working Girl last month is a real motivator for Monday mornings. Ok, and a big shot of caffeine.
to add insult to injury
i was bitten twice by a mosquito(s?) on the long walk home friday.
then on saturday i noticed a gazillion new bites along my legs, arms and torso. so much for the festivity filled grilling.
the anti-itch gel i purchased is not working. and i can't stop scratching.
and now i can't fall asleep, even though i know i need to get up early to morrow to attempt a catch up in the office tomorrow.
grumble.
no party tonight
as you may have guessed, today was not a work day in my world.
i woke up at 6.30 am hoping against logic that the power would be on, the subways would be running, and that i would have a chance to catch up on the project i left mid-sentence on Thursday.
no.
but due to the Blackout of 2003, I had oodles of fun hanging out with E. After tearing through her stock of snack food, beer, wine and other assorted goodies we checked the nighttime scene out. It kind of reminded me of college keg parties held on lawns. Open container laws were thrown out the window yesterday (and today I think as well), along with functioning ATMs.
This morning we parked our butts in Corner Bistro trying to not squander the $32 'we' collectively had. (Really, it was E. who had a stash of cash. I had roughly a dollar in coins.)
When the light flickered on around 2, a cheer spread through the room. Thankfully E. thought to run to the closest ATM, before the long line formed.
what else?
Ah, how could I forget?
The Cold Shower.
Funny how Thursday it was calming, vs. Friday afternoon's torture chamber.
Oof.
But it did feel good once done.
And now, I think I need to turn in.
Nite!
...said the girl who has the a/c blasting in her room, two lights on , and the tv blaring. Damn the energy grid, I'm raising my con ed bill tonight.
oh dear
it's true.
Rob Lowe threw his hat into the California political arena to help Aaaaaaarrrnold out.
sigh.
Boy, am I tired. After trucking on two buses (with a/c !) back to Queens, I stopped to pick up groceries. (Bananas and strawberries were on sale and are presently chilling in the freezer in anticipation of a fruity cocktail celebration tomorrow).
I scrounged about until I picked up a NY Times, and sat on my ass in the living room until I had sufficient energy to truck up the stairs.
One would think I, who walked easily 50 blocks yesterday, would have no problem ascending one flight of carpeted stairing. But, alas, no.
I think my gut instinct to avoid the Queensborough Bridge on foot was right on. The pictures of mobs of people just doesn't work for me. Thankfully, my terrorism concerns were unfounded. But my legs and feet needed the soak I gave them tonight. But then, brilliant little pedicurist in training that I am did something stupid.
Let's just say my heel was bleeding quite abit until I kept over my head for an uncomfortable length of time.
sigh.
Only me.
Go Fish
In case anyone wants to pick up their own copy of The Official Hottie Hunting Field Guide, I can attest the book is chuckle worthy...and dead on.
My roommate knows the author who self published the book.
As a promotion she's looking to create a scandal.
Any, and all, ideas are welcome.
The Black
A!
The Black in Bethpage is in Long Island and apparently one of the finest - all for a tee fee of less than forty bucks!
People like little me can't really dare show their face, as it is really challenging. But, if we had a car.... we could drive there. I pass it every time I get driven back to my apartment. It's beautiful. Check out this review
As I learned tonight from watching Fine Living, people show up the NIGHT before and wait hoping to obtain a tee time.
Nutso.
But for the no-skill person like myself, I need something a little less challenging.
cherry creek links (right by the tanger outlets - which is 15 minutes further east than my parents)
I can probably throw a rock and hit the holbrook country club
robert trent jones jr. came up in a search.
this island site has basic geography of long island for some perspective about whats out there. (alright, so it's kind of lame, but if you didn't join me on the wine tasting trip then this might help)
there's a golf course right by the mall. i don't think it's particularly glam, but, part of the
sports plus
oh, wait. i didn't pay attention to the fine line of private vs. public.
oof.
but something to dig into for future use, eh? (hint, hint, queen of the internet searches)
girls! pay attention
Tricks of the Trade: Plastic Surgeon's Skin Tips
By Jennifer Saranow
13 August 2003
The Wall Street Journal
(Copyright (c) 2003, Dow Jones & Company, Inc.)
David Ostad, a Park Avenue plastic surgeon, does about 40 facelifts a month. But with his own skin, he follows a less-invasive regimen. He loads up on salmon and antioxident-rich vegetables (including red and yellow peppers and broccoli), and avoids foods high in sugar, even carrots and raisins. Sugars cause inflammation of the skin, which is what leads it to age.
Dr. Ostad has also trained himself to sleep on his back, so as not to put pressure on his face, which he says can speed up the wrinkling process. When washing, he shuns soap, which dries out skin, and gently pats his face dry with a towel instead of rubbing it. He drinks lots of fluids, and even spritzes his face with spring water throughout the day.
To checks on his progress, he used a special mirror that magnifies his skin times six. It highlights unsightly blemishes like enlarged pores and uneven pigmentation. He then tackles these imperfections with a Q-tip and some acid, which improves the skin's texture and elasticity.
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''morally corrupt environment'' of rough industrial cities
do you feel it?
mmm...I wasn't feeling much after checking out Chelsea Piers last night.
Dukeritas rock.
And my skills at the range need some improvement. But it was so much fun!
The story in the WSJ this morning with the title above cracked me up. The cost of education is too much for smaller enclaves to bear and they're essentially no longer accepting families with kids. The single and/or retired are revered.
Oh!
Must remember to look into the Mermaid Bar (not the real name) and ... something else that I found to be very important last night. Erm. Forgetting. Right. Fruity drinks this weekend with shrimp salad and possibly a visit from Safina. Darn. Forgot to check the site at home last night.
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Merde
As my Dad says, I do put a lot of crap on this site.
And as I say, reading is not compulory on this site.
It's for me (ok, and the small group of people I know who get what i'm talking about)
Phhhhllllllaaaattt!
(or some spitting sound)
I have chosed the harder path. The uncomfortable path. The one where I know nothing, get paid even less, but potentially (glimmer of hope here) a longer term position. In my very frank discussion with ED boss #1, I have: (in no particular order)
- adapted to his workstyle
- exceeded the temp expectation
- proven my worth
- and agreed to grow into a business analyst position under a seasoned pro familiar with the market
This choice removes any sense of order from my life, and will continue to do so until October when the product launches.
Oy.
But perhaps I can swing a trip to Japan out of the deal.
(no, really)
IRRs here I come.
Sanity, there you go.
I'm kind of nervous about the whole thing, but pleased that ED Boss #1 was a wee bit nervous to retrain a newbie. (partially b/c I think he realizes the long learning curve involved.)
OH! ANd bad eyebrow woman (a slur amongs all females) will most decidedly NOT be the seasoned person I work under. Why? Because of karma. She was mean to me when she thought she could get away with it. But my boss noticed. And she's not being offered a job.
hmph.
Must read thesis paper and send mail before going to work.
Today, I break in the vest.
AND (hopefully) hit golf balls after work.
Have a good one.
money money money
i'm pretty sure i spent the equivalent of a future paycheck in only a few short hours today.
A bonanza at the tanger outlet (II in case anyone is interested) netted in a flurry of plastic activity.
We now have:
- petite sophisticate: pants, vest, two button downs
- towels (for the mom) and perfume my cousin special requested from down south
- shampoo for those that dye their hair black (ahem)
- nailtique
- old navy super sale grey trousers
- summer dresses that were going for a song at h&m (we stopped at the mall "on the way home." oy.)
- a tahari suit (yes, i bought a suit. even though i already purchased enough close to kick the fall off. but mega marshalls called out to my wallet and made a special agreement. as in "dont' think about it right now. worry about the quasi-interview at work and the alumni event thursday.")
- and, of course, a new pair of shoes. What shopping trip would be complete without a new pair?
Alumni event?
The goils from the first financial services company that covered my dental work have quarterly events. The event Thursday is 1) free and on someone's 2) rooftop on Central park. I want to look nice. Speaking of which, today in the outlets I saw what essentially amounts to two pieces of lace that "on sale" only cost $169. Christian Dior will do that to you. (From what I could gather, the lace item was a top.) Oh! And I fondled (no, really) many a Prada, Gucci, etc. etc. brand name today.
erm.
There's more, but I'm lazy. Nite!
har
It gets worse. Go to and select '92
Scroll down a teeny bit and, I swear, there's a picture that is at least 15" x 20"
chortle.
...and no, none of this makes me want to have kids any sooner.
gah.
babies abound. and apparently many still live locally. e gads.
Was
Just checked the site, and it has come and gone. OOps.
Tidbits from skimming:
- the blond girl who likes girls now restores boats for a living
- the geek we tormented "had a girlfriend for two years in graduate school for about 1 to 2 years, but she left me for someone else with more in common. I'm not worried though because I am still looking for that special someone who can put up with me and my happy personality." (ow) ...and he works with psychotics...right. good match there.
- the turnout was small
- these are not (now I know what saline looks like in photos)
- there are people still in school
- i was shocked to see who is now a scientist making otc drugs
- i want to pop into another of dave's shows
- ... and people that upload images that are GINormous should be shot. (who ever thinks an 8 by 11 size picture is appropriate as-is are either deluded or retarded.)
Oh my god
This year is/was my 10 year high school reunion.
Uh, guess I missed that joyous opportunity.
In Sober Land
I forgot all about the comment that made me smile last week...."Let's see if that survives in Sober Land tomorrow."
Brilliant.
And true.
It is a place where flashes of insight, humor, and good looks are sucked out of the reality we call daylight.
snort.
'Cousine'
I can't spell worth a damn, but I giggled at the intended use of cuisine in the What Fab 5 Member Are You? quiz TD posted.
Slowly, but surely, the names of the QE cast are creeping into my vocabulary. And if forced to choose, I would lean towards
Thom.
Why don't I know any straight guys that look 1/2 as cute? Single straight guys?
I'm soooooo In Love with You
I'm sooooooooo, in loooooove with you.
(even though I'm sinnnnnnnnging off key.)
If you caught Queer Eye tonight you know what i'm talking about.
And, for the record, this household carries Disaronno
(or however that's spelled)
How much do you think they paid for the let's beat everyone into submission advertising?
Dude.
Tonight, before I slumber, I will penn a real email to my friend in Ireland.
and for the record
my newly painted drawer set was NOT rained on today, when the sky fell on chicken little.
my book shelf will never dry out, but hey, all I need are some new drawer knobs and I'm set.
whee!
You Do The Math
... as read on a subway billboard today c/o of the Pyramid Eye Something or other.
Only funny to someone who has watched two straight days of television with me.
The comparison was supposed to swing the indecisive surgery shopper into 'buying' lasik eye surgery over continued use of contacts.
Right.
All for $750 AN EYE.
Hallo, this is not a situation where lower price points should supercede , oh, say, common sense.
please.
8 Legged Freaks
Even though I know tomorrow is going to absolutely suck, having two days off in a row is a very, very good thing.
I painted my chest of drawers, and have a solid primer on my book shelf. Provided it doesn't rain tonight, I should be in the clear.
If it does, I'll schlep out to Ikea and buy something white.
OR, investigate my favorite site, craigslist.org
Wait! One more
Pictures from the subway stop
This is what I see on the way to and from manhattan every day.
Now that it's raining, I have less than zero motivation to go outside.
Hey! Now this is what I was talking about
Bar Crawl in Sunnyside
I'm excited by the concept (not documenting my drunken ass in public - I prefer to block these things from my memory).
other sunnyside history bits:
Sunnyside, the Irish East bank
Chamber of Commerce version of history
Aside from the chamber of commerce, who else has an official flag of Sunnyside?
Having just said that
a description of my favorite place to live in the greater metro area
if local lore is to be believed, back in the twenties, Sunnyside, Queens, gave new meaning to the term bedroom community. High-flying, pre-Depression executives needed a neighborhood to house their young mistresses that was cheap, nice, and, above all else, quickly accessible to midtown.
care of New York Metro's 6 Affordable Neighborhoods.
LOVE having a yard.
You know what?
No.
I am not going to the office today, a Sunday. I will go in early tomorrow, but that's about it.
I have some homework I can do from here, and that will have to suffice.
Last night rocked, having people come to The Queens is a good, fun alternative to the bar scene. Madame D. trucked out of the city, and has been stamped 'approved' for future visits by the housemates. (yipee!) Also of note: A. is the ultimate culinary planner; the food process will usurp the place of the blender on the kitchen counter; Martin is a ZAMBONI driver (with film aspirations); Martin's girlfriend studied textile design and is only 22/23; the hammock proved to be relaxing and extremely comfortable this morning as the neighbors gardened the ivy out of their yard (why?? I love Ivy).
I am targetting the following as objectives on my personal roadmap:
- alive
- fuzzy[word withheld pending ownership]
- work station in the basement
Also, I am glued to the tv tonight. I must, absolutely must, see the new show "Perfect Strangers". A junkie of reality tv with design inspired themes, I am titillated at the thought of seeing others struggle with the concept of single-hood.
Hey, so it's Friday
And I'm still awake against better judgement and common sense.
I came home (wet) and decided to first wash the sinkful of dishes before jumping in the shower. I left work for a break at 6ish with a former Onfired dude. Second round at Thalia but this time with me on more equal footing knowing so much of the work set up. good, but not nearly long enough.
The munchies at the bar were fairly priced by the way. Not that I, the woman who has clearly spent beyond her earning capacity, should be spending on entertainment.
Where was I?
Right, explaining how I walked east in the rain b/c i was too lazy to go back upstairs to pick up an umbrella. Which probably means i don't have one for tomorrow morning either.
sigh.
I walked east until I found a cab somewhere near lex. (I work on seventh). I am filing my expenses tomorrow. Cabs add up. It was too late to train it.
ALRIGHT. Signing off after a less than satisfactory post. Tomorrow eve I head to the Island for a night. *Must remember to pick up camera cable* BBQ by the roomies Saturday. Yea! (Said the Bad Idea Bears!)
Of all the days to not have a camera
Last night I circled Manhattan on one of the most stunning nights ever.
Coolest part (aside from the killer martinis and red wine - ok - and the mouth watering buffet) was the v.close view of the Statue of Liberty.
Too Lazy or Creative to Think on My Own...
I shamelessly present:
Sorry, You're Nobody's Type
(You too can be rejected by an online dating service....Hurry up and read this for the next seven days only, you non-subscribers.)
Did you know
irene is the #76 most common female name?
0.252% of females in the US are named irene.
Around 321300 US females are named irene!
source
namestatistics.com ...and Madame T.
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