What the hell?

St Irene!

I was ringing Alison to chuckle over the matter, before I realized it was after 11.

This is what can happen on a Sunday.

(y'all know i'm not a saint, but i was greatly amused hearing that celebrations were afoot for st. irene's in Astoria today.)

who knew?

posted by irene @ 7/25/2004 11:16:00 PM 0 comments

i could do with

this chair

simple (but a bit shiny)

posted by irene @ 7/25/2004 10:38:00 PM 0 comments

Can you believe there are people like this?

perusing craigslist and stumbled across this guy who wants to rent his IKEA catalogue for five bucks an hour

Hey...I know that there are no more Ikea catalogues available at the Elizabeth store. If you would really like to take a look at it so that you can make your furniture choices for your lovely Manhattan apartment, I would be willing to let you "rent" mine for $5/hour. It's very cheap. It's cheaper than taking a bus and going to the Ikea store just to check things out first. So get in touch and get in style!!!!

posted by irene @ 7/25/2004 10:32:00 PM 0 comments

And yes, I'm waiting for Fox News

I want to see their piece on the opening of Target.

And yes, even I found my behavior worth a chuckle or two.

posted by irene @ 7/25/2004 10:13:00 PM 0 comments

it really does happen

milk and bisquik makes the *best* follow-up to a healthy meal (chili garlic lime rubbed tuna - very, very delicious, thank you erin)

Yes, ladies, Garlic Cheese Biscuits

Oh my god.
So good.

I ate grapes all day, and finally had this urge which dragged me outside (again).

Granted, because I really wanted them, I had to go and forage for milk. I say forage because the closest grocery only had gallon sized containers. I trucked over to the trust 99 cent store (that sells other items beyond a buck - namely milk).

By the way, milk is expensive these days. Two bucks fourteen cents.

And so, to the point that prompted me to post. I caught the last five minutes of te the 'let's makeover a family's home', prostitute them as advertising, and pay off their mortgage. For a very large family that both parents had sadly passed away. The touching moment was when warring sides of the design construction team agreed on memorial type items.

Two trees in the backyard, with doves on the ceiling.

Ladies, gents, parents, if the day were to come were I kicked the bucket I would hope you remember me with diamonds and shoes.

Ok, horrible thing to say, but it's Sunday. Nice, but the beginning of the most hellish week to come.

And so I will wander off to the kitchen for another tasty delight.

YUM

posted by irene @ 7/25/2004 09:59:00 PM 0 comments

Umbria - castle?

I don't know enough people to cover it, but when I win the lottery I'll go!

posted by irene @ 7/21/2004 10:39:00 PM 0 comments

my other (not to be forgotten columnist)

ed, wrote something that will resonate with pooch owners recently Chasing Cisco

forward that to your mom.

posted by irene @ 7/14/2004 10:10:00 PM 0 comments

interesting

i couldn't spell mark's last name to save my life, erin. however, googling worked wonders when i typed in his college stint.

and just for you, i present his existing (as of + a month ago) employer:
the lad[wordinsertedtothrowoffsearchengines]ders

it came up while skimming this search result

in addition to some non-interesting, he's written 25 amazon reviews. interesting what one can learn (or surmise) from that. (and no, there's nothing about smaller asian women)

posted by irene @ 7/14/2004 09:54:00 PM 0 comments

I have become a fan of another column writer

I bring you Stanley Bing, of Fortune Magazine. This is the same gent who bowled me over with his descriptions of Las Vegas.

This round he writes about the magic of Fatkins

I laughed out loud, and nearly spit an ice cube across the room.

Sample menu ...

Breakfast: Six eggs, two pounds of bacon, one large glass of Stoli. Net carbs: 0 grams.

Lunch: 48-ounce T-bone, lettuce wedge, bleu-cheese dressing, two bottles of Bombay Sapphire, six Tic-Tacs. Net carbs: two grams (from the Tic-Tacs).

Dinner: Eight pounds of cheese, six lambchops, one bottle Glenfiddich, one cigar. Net carbs: 0 grams.

Late night snack: Two eggs over easy, one six-pound ham. Large martini. Net carbs: 0.5 grams (from the olive).

posted by irene @ 7/13/2004 08:24:00 PM 0 comments

Benjamin Pratt

Yum.

So I'm too lazy to cook, but too hungry to go to sleep without eating. So I'm preparing spicy sausage in the oven. Thank god for broiler pans.

Gotta LUV the irony of the schmucky reporting boss today. He gave me such shit, behind closed doors of course, that I refused to look at him. What, and admit how stupid I think he is? Or what little respect I have for him? I mean really, I"m going to continue documenting the fuckups he does every day and hold my cards close.

Today, the boss to the preggers lesbian (who i adore, and who the idiot reports in to), publically thanked me in a meeting as being a crucial member of this team i'm on on the super special secret project. Excellent timing as it followed the idiot's dressing down. OF COURSE I show frustration (with stupid people). Best part is after the close of our team meeting, he asked for 10 minutes to "same page".

FUCK that. Sorry, I said, I'm not up for that now. Prefer to do it later.

Pissed him off.

What, so I could be agitated into spilling my guts? er, no.

So,

I'm the golden child at work. But rubbing edges with the dull edge. Heh. Whatever. I have him in my shadow. There's just not enough information for him to go with. And I'm only sharing when spoken to... I'm over prepping him for meetings.

Gawd, I'm hungry. I don't why either, as I had the best lunc. Avocado, tomato, lettuce, swiss cheese, and some other earthy tidbits on multi grain bread. Mmm mmm mmm mm.

K. must check on dinner progress.

posted by irene @ 7/13/2004 07:52:00 PM 0 comments

i've done nothing

i woke up at 10.30. the sleeping pill i took worked.

i suspect the entire bottle of wine i consumed helped. i shopped for boys online (zilch), watch Las Vegas the tv show, and then enjoyed a dinner of popcorn.

I want a big tv. this little thing is not working for me.

today i thought about biking, was waiting for allison to call me back, and started mucking around online. the last thing i want to do during the week is use a computer, but reading the nytimes and assorted papers made the morning pass quickly. now that i'm still wearing pajamas i'm going to shower and take my bike out. i figure i can try allison with my cell. if she's not up for it, there's no good reason for me to be such a lazy ass.

i did notice that erin, from my days at xceed, is newly unemployed. and, um, orange. she lives in/near the jersey shore. there's a lot of sun there.

i think i will get a pedicure today.

and

potentially, a massage.

i would like to decorate my apartment, but really want my mother to finally live like she should. i do not, however, have the patience, to look at tiles any more. pick one! also, we looked at doors. we know what we like, and i['m paying so do it. jeez.

posted by irene @ 7/10/2004 01:39:00 PM 0 comments

a year in the life

hostess to the rich and famous

cracked me up.

posted by irene @ 7/10/2004 11:23:00 AM 0 comments

I vote

For an outer borough outing. With box wine.

I've now heard for the third time about the merits of Black Box.

posted by irene @ 7/05/2004 10:13:00 PM 0 comments

Why is Magner's almost like drinking apple juice?

Thank god I finally got some. No, not nooky, cider. There is none in Long Island unless you head into a beer distributor. Unreal.

Well, tomorrow is Tuesday. One more day of "work", one less day of finding or figuring myself out. Plusses and minuses. I have a kitchen table (chairs are in LI). Mountain bike is here (the one I've only ridden on hills). I'm short a couple thousand BTUs (or I need a curtain for my living room). I have mud on my face (as in a mask), and 1 of my 2 tomato plants has been repotted. (The other one doesn't appear to be suffering from scoliosis yet.)

Oh, and my jalapenos (sale purchase at kmart) also moved pots. I love that my home depot pots look like they cost more. Vanity? Not really, just pleased they were affordable.

I need to hit the lotto. Or take a nice long vacation. Course, if i had lotto bucks in my pocket, the need for a vacation would be a moot point. Or, using one of my favorite fast typos, mute point. Guess cat had my tongue then. /eyeroll.

Is it just me, or does the need for 6.5 ounce mini wines seem like an odd thing? I mean, a glass and a half of wine is, um, ... not enough? Unless you're at church I'm not thinking that's going to cut very much clout. Alright, being a bit extreme, but page 48 of Real Simple cracked me up. "Solution: Perfect for dinners for two"

Problem number one: assumption is a loved one.

I'm besotted (a word I'll return to shortly) by the love of conversation, ideally with a bit of go between. In our IKEA-fied world, it's nice to see a bump or two. And things that don't match. (Who decides the color palate each season? I know there's consensus, since my yellow napkins from this year will work with cutlery and paper plates .... until next year.)

The pairing of two for dinner to me lends my noodle to the traditional meaning of a couple. I live for my girls, but wouldn't mind a kiss from a boy. Even if it requires wine.

Copious amounts of wine...Smiling because my need to spell check via dictionary.com provided the following definition for besotted

To muddle or stupefy, as with alcholic liquor or infatuation

posted by irene @ 7/05/2004 09:47:00 PM 0 comments

happy 4th

or something to that effect. i'm waiting for other folks to join a conference call. now there is a small chance the call has been rescheduled as i haven't checked work email since friday 2pm.

---ah ha! not alone. other sad assortment of folks starting to trickle in.

buggers.

need to log into work environment. crap to do. ARG.

posted by irene @ 7/04/2004 10:30:00 AM 0 comments

Only at Target...

posted by irene @ 7/03/2004 02:49:00 PM 0 comments