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Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Bollywood Part Three
I hate to admit it but I actually had fun last night at Bollywood class. The instructor apparently knows my name too. She asked if I was going to keep with this class. I said I wasn't sure. But the song we're learning now, Chaiyya Chaiyya (from Dil Se), is really fun. And I actually remembered the steps this time. So I'm torn...I could just buy another 4 pack of classes for $40, and go the next couple of times and then attend again after the new year. Because classes are good for a year from the date of purchase. And I'd actually like to try the Bhangra class but I can't do it because I don't get off of work till 5:30, and class starts at 5:15, and I feel guilty asking my boss to leave early on those days just for a dance class. A paycheck is much more important.
But back to last night's festivities. After we learned the first part of the song, we gathered around and listened to our instructor tell us about Diwali, and background of it. She also showed us a tray of stuff on there and their significance. She had two figures on it, a little container filled with rice, and other with some red stuff, and a candle. She showed us the blessing that they traditionally do which includes dipping your ring finger in the red stuff and then putting a dot on your forehead and then adding rice to your dot and then you take your hands and wave the fire towards you as a blessing for the new year. I was completely fascinated by this and took part in it. It was great to be apart of such a thing, even if I'm not Indian. And I think I appreciated it even more because I majored in Cultural Anthropology, so I was totally loving that aspect of this whole ritual too.
After the blessing, she gave us each our own deepa, which is a small pot that you put oil in and then a wick and then light. She even let us keep them! (Image is courtesy of Wikipedia) How sweet of her! She explained that during Diwali, it's ritual to light these. Supposedly, the brighter your house is the more apt you are to receive the gods' blessing. We filled our deepas with mustard seed oil, and put in a little cotton ball-looking wick, and then lit them. She also added that many people gamble on Diwali because they want to make money for their family and for the new year. Sounds fun!
Once we lit our deepas, the entire class went outside in the parking lot and lit both American and Indian sparklers and danced around. When we came inside, the instructor laid out special treats that she had shipped from a store in Queens, NY. Again, she told us what they were called, but I forget. The one I tried was a ball size of dough, yellow, and had cucumber seeds, crushed up nuts, and sugar and flour in it. There was one that was made from chick peas and cashews, and another that had saffron in it. I saved half of my treat and gave it to M for her to try. It was just wayyy to sugary to eat it all at once! And I learned that one of the girls in my class, she studied abroad in India for a semester. No wonder she's like bffs with the instructor.
Overall, it was a great time. I wish every class was like this!
But back to last night's festivities. After we learned the first part of the song, we gathered around and listened to our instructor tell us about Diwali, and background of it. She also showed us a tray of stuff on there and their significance. She had two figures on it, a little container filled with rice, and other with some red stuff, and a candle. She showed us the blessing that they traditionally do which includes dipping your ring finger in the red stuff and then putting a dot on your forehead and then adding rice to your dot and then you take your hands and wave the fire towards you as a blessing for the new year. I was completely fascinated by this and took part in it. It was great to be apart of such a thing, even if I'm not Indian. And I think I appreciated it even more because I majored in Cultural Anthropology, so I was totally loving that aspect of this whole ritual too.
After the blessing, she gave us each our own deepa, which is a small pot that you put oil in and then a wick and then light. She even let us keep them! (Image is courtesy of Wikipedia) How sweet of her! She explained that during Diwali, it's ritual to light these. Supposedly, the brighter your house is the more apt you are to receive the gods' blessing. We filled our deepas with mustard seed oil, and put in a little cotton ball-looking wick, and then lit them. She also added that many people gamble on Diwali because they want to make money for their family and for the new year. Sounds fun!
Once we lit our deepas, the entire class went outside in the parking lot and lit both American and Indian sparklers and danced around. When we came inside, the instructor laid out special treats that she had shipped from a store in Queens, NY. Again, she told us what they were called, but I forget. The one I tried was a ball size of dough, yellow, and had cucumber seeds, crushed up nuts, and sugar and flour in it. There was one that was made from chick peas and cashews, and another that had saffron in it. I saved half of my treat and gave it to M for her to try. It was just wayyy to sugary to eat it all at once! And I learned that one of the girls in my class, she studied abroad in India for a semester. No wonder she's like bffs with the instructor.
Overall, it was a great time. I wish every class was like this!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Voting
Gahhhh....why does the Colorado ballot have to be so long?!?!
Thank God for Wikipedia, or rather Ballotpedia. They summarize all those long worded amendments and referendums. I have a mail in ballot, that I plan to fill out tonight, provided I don't immediately collapse into bed when I get home. But I hope it'll get there in time. Or maybe I should just drop it off by hand? Hmmm...
For some reason, I have been into this election. M suggested that it might because the DNC was held here. That's a possibility. Or it could be because I actually want to know what's going on in the world now. I mean, I never will be one of those people who is outspoken on politics, but it sure does make a girl feel good when she can contribute to conversations about politics, especially in the office. And I liked talking about the debates with L. Maybe this year is different because I actually know what I agree and disagree with and where I stand on the issues. Either way, I'm armed with pen in hand, and ready to fill out this ballot. Finally.
p.s. I've decided not to risk it--I'm going to drop it off in person at one of the voting centers.
p.p.s. I will have no sympathy for my friends who are choosing not to vote when taxes go up or the cost of healthcare multiplies. They should've voted.
Thank God for Wikipedia, or rather Ballotpedia. They summarize all those long worded amendments and referendums. I have a mail in ballot, that I plan to fill out tonight, provided I don't immediately collapse into bed when I get home. But I hope it'll get there in time. Or maybe I should just drop it off by hand? Hmmm...
For some reason, I have been into this election. M suggested that it might because the DNC was held here. That's a possibility. Or it could be because I actually want to know what's going on in the world now. I mean, I never will be one of those people who is outspoken on politics, but it sure does make a girl feel good when she can contribute to conversations about politics, especially in the office. And I liked talking about the debates with L. Maybe this year is different because I actually know what I agree and disagree with and where I stand on the issues. Either way, I'm armed with pen in hand, and ready to fill out this ballot. Finally.
p.s. I've decided not to risk it--I'm going to drop it off in person at one of the voting centers.
p.p.s. I will have no sympathy for my friends who are choosing not to vote when taxes go up or the cost of healthcare multiplies. They should've voted.
Diwali
I have my last Bollywood class tonight. Apparently we're going to be dancing around and eating candy tonight to celebrate Diwali. Wikipedia's definition is written below.
Last night on my way home from King Soopers, I finally went to the Indian store I had found via Google. Turns out they had Hindi movies! While of course they were pirated, I didn't mind paying $2 a piece. I got three, all recommended by the clerk--Hello, which is apparently a spin off of Bruce Almighty; Love Story 2050, which seems like a Matrix type movie--futuristic at least; and Dhaamal, which is apparently a comedy and really funny. Hopefully I will get to watch one or all of them soon and let you know what I thought of them. Now that I know they have movies, I want to go back and get some of the ones that we danced to in my Bollywood class.
Diwali (or Deepavali) is a major Hindu holiday, and a significant festival in Hinduism, Sikhism, Buddhism, and Jainism. [3] Many legends are associated with Diwali. Today it is celebrated by Hindus, Jains, and Sikhs across the globe as the "Festival of Lights," where the lights or lamps signify victory of good over the evil within every human being. Diwali is celebrated on the new moon day (approx fifteenth day) of the month Kartika.
Last night on my way home from King Soopers, I finally went to the Indian store I had found via Google. Turns out they had Hindi movies! While of course they were pirated, I didn't mind paying $2 a piece. I got three, all recommended by the clerk--Hello, which is apparently a spin off of Bruce Almighty; Love Story 2050, which seems like a Matrix type movie--futuristic at least; and Dhaamal, which is apparently a comedy and really funny. Hopefully I will get to watch one or all of them soon and let you know what I thought of them. Now that I know they have movies, I want to go back and get some of the ones that we danced to in my Bollywood class.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
First Bite Boulder
I'm excited for First Bite Boulder. So excited, that I spent some time looking through the menus and ranking them by preference. What are your favorites? Is anyone else going?
Hopefully M and I will narrow it down and make our reservations!
- Trattoria on Pearl--everything sounds good! and it appears we get wine with the meal
- Bacaro--Pumpkin and sweet potato ravioli with butternut squash, sage, walnut crème, or fettuccine sounds good
- Black Cat--Farmers cheese gnocchi & chocolate dessert sounds good
- Zolo Grill--Tortilla soup, porkchop, and pumpkin trio sound good
- Dolan's--I like that you can get a bigger steak--12oz & good dessert choices--creme brulee or mixed berry crisp
Hopefully M and I will narrow it down and make our reservations!
Ew, Ew, Ewwwwww!
The grossest thing just happened to me. So I have no idea why, but our office has fruit flies. Not masses of them, but enough for you to notice them, specifically in the kitchen. Well, I've noticed one or two around Matilda before but thought nothing of it. Until right now. I was eating my oatmeal and perusing the Web when I looked down and there was a freakin' fruit fly IN MY OATMEAL! Like on my spoon and everything! SOOOOOO GROSSS! Seriously! I totally threw it away and lost my appetite. And then took a Clorox wipe and wiped down my desk. I wish they'd go away so I can eat in peace!
Monday, October 27, 2008
NaNoWriMo
While reading Journey Juju a couple of weeks ago I learned that there is also such a thing called NaNoWriMo--National Novel Writing Month, which takes place throughout November! I totally signed up. I'd like to think that blogging everyday this month has been kind of like a warm up for NaNoWriMo. At least I hope. I have been meaning to write a novel ever since L did last summer. And M even got me a Hello Kitty notepad for my birthday in which she suggested I use it to write down my book ideas. At one point I was writing down an idea a day. I have since stopped the brainstorming, but I'd like to think I have a few interesting plots to choose from. On one hand, I'm totally excited about this. But on the other hand, I'm thinking, "Holy crap, what'd I get myself into??" "Can I really write 50,000 words in a month?" I still need to allifilate myself with a region, but I've signed up. So there's no going back now!
Here's the welcome e-mail they sent me. I totally agree with all of it! It was as if they read my mind!
Before you head off to begin training those typing fingers, we wanted to offer a few bits of advice. You'll find many great tips in the forums, and we'll be sending pep talks directly to your inbox during November. But for now, here's a quick overview of the three-and-a-half things we wish we had known for our first NaNoWriMo.
1) It's okay to not know what you're doing. Really. You've read a lot of novels, so you're completely up to the challenge of writing one. If you feel more comfortable outlining your story ahead of time, do so. But it's also fine to just wing it. Write every day, and a book-worthy story will appear, even if you're not sure what that story might be right now.
2) Do not edit as you go. Editing is for December. Think of November as an experiment in pure output. Even if it's hard at first, leave ugly prose and poorly written passages on the page to be cleaned up later. Your inner editor will be very grumpy about this, but your inner editor is a nitpicky jerk who foolishly believes that it is possible to write a brilliant first draft if you write it slowly enough. It isn't. Every book you've ever loved started out as a beautifully flawed first draft. In November, embrace imperfection and see where it takes you.
3) Tell everyone you know that you're writing a novel in November. This will pay big dividends in Week Two, when the only thing keeping you from quitting is the fear of looking pathetic in front of all the people who've had to hear about your novel for the past month. Seriously. Email them now about your awesome new book. The looming specter of personal humiliation is a very reliable muse.
3.5) There will be times you'll want to quit during November. This is okay. Everyone who wins NaNoWriMo wanted to quit at some point in November. Stick it out. See it through. Week Two can be hard. Week Three is much better. Week Four will make you want to yodel.
And we're talking the good kind of yodeling here.
With great well wishes on the noveling month ahead,
The NaNoWriMo Team
Here's the welcome e-mail they sent me. I totally agree with all of it! It was as if they read my mind!
Before you head off to begin training those typing fingers, we wanted to offer a few bits of advice. You'll find many great tips in the forums, and we'll be sending pep talks directly to your inbox during November. But for now, here's a quick overview of the three-and-a-half things we wish we had known for our first NaNoWriMo.
1) It's okay to not know what you're doing. Really. You've read a lot of novels, so you're completely up to the challenge of writing one. If you feel more comfortable outlining your story ahead of time, do so. But it's also fine to just wing it. Write every day, and a book-worthy story will appear, even if you're not sure what that story might be right now.
2) Do not edit as you go. Editing is for December. Think of November as an experiment in pure output. Even if it's hard at first, leave ugly prose and poorly written passages on the page to be cleaned up later. Your inner editor will be very grumpy about this, but your inner editor is a nitpicky jerk who foolishly believes that it is possible to write a brilliant first draft if you write it slowly enough. It isn't. Every book you've ever loved started out as a beautifully flawed first draft. In November, embrace imperfection and see where it takes you.
3) Tell everyone you know that you're writing a novel in November. This will pay big dividends in Week Two, when the only thing keeping you from quitting is the fear of looking pathetic in front of all the people who've had to hear about your novel for the past month. Seriously. Email them now about your awesome new book. The looming specter of personal humiliation is a very reliable muse.
3.5) There will be times you'll want to quit during November. This is okay. Everyone who wins NaNoWriMo wanted to quit at some point in November. Stick it out. See it through. Week Two can be hard. Week Three is much better. Week Four will make you want to yodel.
And we're talking the good kind of yodeling here.
With great well wishes on the noveling month ahead,
The NaNoWriMo Team
I'm free!
So I had the talk with S tonight, and it went well. Yes I was nervous but I asked what I wanted to know, and I got the answers. And it wasn't even anything personal, and it wasn't awkward either. And it was good to catch up with him. And now I feel relieved, and free, and I know that we won't work out because we don't want the same things. I just hope these good feelings aren't just a high. I'm ready to move on. Life awaits me!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Pumpkins anyone?
Yesterday was filled with Halloween activites...I carved a pumpkin and drank some good beer, all in the midst of great company. I'd forgotten how much fun the Halloween season can be!
This is me focusing on scraping the inside of the pumpkin clean. It took awhile and sure was hard work!
Our pumpkins on our patio...M's is the bat; mine is clearly hello kitty!
Hello Kitty by night
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Candy, Candy, Candy!
M's mom gave us a huge bag of candy. I've been taking it for my candy jar at work. Candy, candy, candy! There are so many options! Personally, I am a big fan of Starbursts. I used to like Skittles but only the purple and red ones. KitKats are alright and I still like Snickers. Not really fond of Whoppers or Milk Duds.
What's your favorite candy?
Friday, October 24, 2008
Dream another Dream
Surprise, surprise...I've had more interesting dreams lately.
This week alone, I've dreamt of Peter Pan, getting married, and losing a team challenge with my highschool boyfriend. Weird.
My Peter Pan dream was the coolest. I was at a house by CU and it was this like quasi mansion. The floors were marble, it had a winding staircase..you get the idea. Well, I was in the backyard of the house. I had snuck through the metal gate and climbed up the tree. I was looking for a secret button to make the trees leaves grow. But while I was on the first branch, an old, bald, and fat guy came near me and kept shouting at me to get down. In the midst of not wanting to be seen, I climbed up and up and up the tree until I was pretty much near the top. It was then that I realized I was wearing a very cute skirt--it was white but had loosely drawn on green leaves. I liked it. For some reason the old guy kept yelling, and somehow I figured out how to make the tree grow leaves. All I had to do was hold the branch with both hands and a flower would bloom. It was neat. It was then that I noticed a secret button on the tree's trunk. I pressed it and the entire tree started growing leaves. I felt proud.
Then somehow I climbed down the tree to find this little boy, and he was Peter Pan. And because I had made the tree grow, he could fly again. So I grabbed onto him and we flew! We were flying by the tree when I noticed another button on the tree, and this button made the tree's leaves change from being spiky to smooth and rounded leaves. Unfortunately, because of the old man's yelling, he caused the next door neighbors to come out and watch us flying. They were trying to video tape us and put it on Youtube. I knew this because as soon as they started to record, a screen appeared in the sky asking if it was ok to post to Youtube. It was then that I made Peter Pan fly to the balcony of the house, where his parents and other adults were eating appetizers and drinking. Peter Pan and I arrived, and his parents were very nonchalant about his flying. Like they knew he could do that. And that's how it ended.
My other dream involved me getting married! Ack! Apparently I went to the church, my family was there and so were the guests. I wore a lacy gown, but it wasn't anything spectacular. I remember my mom was crying because she was so happy that I was getting married. And I remember when they played the wedding music for me, and I walked down the aisle, I freaked out on the inside because I realized that I'd be with this guy forever, and that I didn't love him! Of course I didn't tell a soul this terrible thought. Instead I went up to the priest, and he made my brothers come up to the altar. They started telling everyone jokes about me and I laughed because it was funny. And then I remember the reception was also in the same space as teh ceremony, and during this time, people started going up to the buffet and eating! And I was upset because I wanted to be the main spotlight, I didn't want people eating before me. From what I gathered when I woke up, I never did tie the knot. Thank God!
I wonder what I'll dream of next...
This week alone, I've dreamt of Peter Pan, getting married, and losing a team challenge with my highschool boyfriend. Weird.
My Peter Pan dream was the coolest. I was at a house by CU and it was this like quasi mansion. The floors were marble, it had a winding staircase..you get the idea. Well, I was in the backyard of the house. I had snuck through the metal gate and climbed up the tree. I was looking for a secret button to make the trees leaves grow. But while I was on the first branch, an old, bald, and fat guy came near me and kept shouting at me to get down. In the midst of not wanting to be seen, I climbed up and up and up the tree until I was pretty much near the top. It was then that I realized I was wearing a very cute skirt--it was white but had loosely drawn on green leaves. I liked it. For some reason the old guy kept yelling, and somehow I figured out how to make the tree grow leaves. All I had to do was hold the branch with both hands and a flower would bloom. It was neat. It was then that I noticed a secret button on the tree's trunk. I pressed it and the entire tree started growing leaves. I felt proud.
Then somehow I climbed down the tree to find this little boy, and he was Peter Pan. And because I had made the tree grow, he could fly again. So I grabbed onto him and we flew! We were flying by the tree when I noticed another button on the tree, and this button made the tree's leaves change from being spiky to smooth and rounded leaves. Unfortunately, because of the old man's yelling, he caused the next door neighbors to come out and watch us flying. They were trying to video tape us and put it on Youtube. I knew this because as soon as they started to record, a screen appeared in the sky asking if it was ok to post to Youtube. It was then that I made Peter Pan fly to the balcony of the house, where his parents and other adults were eating appetizers and drinking. Peter Pan and I arrived, and his parents were very nonchalant about his flying. Like they knew he could do that. And that's how it ended.
My other dream involved me getting married! Ack! Apparently I went to the church, my family was there and so were the guests. I wore a lacy gown, but it wasn't anything spectacular. I remember my mom was crying because she was so happy that I was getting married. And I remember when they played the wedding music for me, and I walked down the aisle, I freaked out on the inside because I realized that I'd be with this guy forever, and that I didn't love him! Of course I didn't tell a soul this terrible thought. Instead I went up to the priest, and he made my brothers come up to the altar. They started telling everyone jokes about me and I laughed because it was funny. And then I remember the reception was also in the same space as teh ceremony, and during this time, people started going up to the buffet and eating! And I was upset because I wanted to be the main spotlight, I didn't want people eating before me. From what I gathered when I woke up, I never did tie the knot. Thank God!
I wonder what I'll dream of next...
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Bollywood part two
Bollywood class last night was good--we finished learning the choreography to the 7 minute song. But before class, an awkward exchange took place between me and the instructor.
Class is supposed to start at 6:15, and I don't like being late, I like to be early. So I got out of my car at like 6:10, only to find that the door to the studio was locked. So of course I rolled my eyes and sighed and then walked away. Well, there was a car parked in front of the door, and I thought the lady in the car was someone I had met in a previous class. But it turned out to be my instructor. She was on her Blackberry. She and I made eye contact and she held up her finger as to say 1 minute. I of course gave her space and walked away from her car and waited.
Her: (gets out of her car, acknowledges my presence) Oh hi!
Me: Hi
Her: Sorry about that I was just finishing up an e-mail
Me: Oh no problem, I didn't realize the studio was locked because everytime I've come here it's always unlocked.
Her: Yea, sorry, i was typing up an e-mail.
Me: Oh yea, no problem...I guess I must be early today because it was locked.
Her: I KNOW I WAS TYPING UP AN E-MAIL (and says this while giving me a death stare)
Me: Oh no problem.
Her: unlocks the door
Me: awkwardly walks in and stares at bulletin board of dance flyers until other people walk in the studio. Then listen to her talk to all the other attendees about her daughter.
I seriously didn't mean to make her mad or feel bad about typing up her e-mail. I'd like to think the reason why she gave me such attitude was because she might have had a long day or might be stressed out. It's better to give her the benefit of the doubt, right?
I was so happy to be done with the class last night. That is until I got an e-mail from my instructor today saying that I have one more class left. Figures--just my luck. I don't wanna go! I'm tempted to e-mail her back asking her to double check her records, but I don't want her to email me back with attitude. So I might just have to suck it up and go again for the last time. For realz.
Class is supposed to start at 6:15, and I don't like being late, I like to be early. So I got out of my car at like 6:10, only to find that the door to the studio was locked. So of course I rolled my eyes and sighed and then walked away. Well, there was a car parked in front of the door, and I thought the lady in the car was someone I had met in a previous class. But it turned out to be my instructor. She was on her Blackberry. She and I made eye contact and she held up her finger as to say 1 minute. I of course gave her space and walked away from her car and waited.
Her: (gets out of her car, acknowledges my presence) Oh hi!
Me: Hi
Her: Sorry about that I was just finishing up an e-mail
Me: Oh no problem, I didn't realize the studio was locked because everytime I've come here it's always unlocked.
Her: Yea, sorry, i was typing up an e-mail.
Me: Oh yea, no problem...I guess I must be early today because it was locked.
Her: I KNOW I WAS TYPING UP AN E-MAIL (and says this while giving me a death stare)
Me: Oh no problem.
Her: unlocks the door
Me: awkwardly walks in and stares at bulletin board of dance flyers until other people walk in the studio. Then listen to her talk to all the other attendees about her daughter.
I seriously didn't mean to make her mad or feel bad about typing up her e-mail. I'd like to think the reason why she gave me such attitude was because she might have had a long day or might be stressed out. It's better to give her the benefit of the doubt, right?
I was so happy to be done with the class last night. That is until I got an e-mail from my instructor today saying that I have one more class left. Figures--just my luck. I don't wanna go! I'm tempted to e-mail her back asking her to double check her records, but I don't want her to email me back with attitude. So I might just have to suck it up and go again for the last time. For realz.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Bollywood
Tonight is my last Bollywood class. No, the classes aren't over or anything. I've just run out of classes. I only signed up for a 4 class package, because I wasn't sure if I would like it enough to do more than that and I didn't really have $100 to blow. I have mixed feelings on this whole Bollywood class. On one hand, I like it because it's different. I love, love, love, to try new things. And my college roommate Tina and I used to watch Hindi movies together freshmen year. So maybe I am doing this to remind me of those good times. And the songs have been fun, and I want to rent one soon. Not sure if anyone knows wheres abouts in the Denver-ish areas I can do that?
But I don't like the instructor. I used to dance but haven't in awhile. I guess I expected her to be more patient. But I feel like once you're on her good side, you stay there. And I haven't put in the effort to do so. So, I won't miss that part of Bollywood class. But I'll miss the music. At least there's always the website, and maybe I will go back and do more classes.
What should I try next?
But I don't like the instructor. I used to dance but haven't in awhile. I guess I expected her to be more patient. But I feel like once you're on her good side, you stay there. And I haven't put in the effort to do so. So, I won't miss that part of Bollywood class. But I'll miss the music. At least there's always the website, and maybe I will go back and do more classes.
What should I try next?
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
A Mix of Everything
Marie & II visited my lil friend Marie last night. It was my first time meeting with her alone, but things went really well. I told her I had a present to give her (a framed picture of us), and she said "I don't know how to accept presents." It was cute. Once she saw it, she looked at it and said "I don't like the way I look in this picture. I never used to look this way." She's really funny. We talked about her four sons and she showed me pictures of her visit with them in Texas from 2001. We talked about politics too, and she showed me The Progressive, which I have never seen before. It was a good visit, and it went by fast too. I stayed for over an hour because I wanted to. I'm planning on seeing her next week, and for Christmas I want to get her a holiday mug or cup, and a snowglobe.
After driving home in the rain, I painted my nails. I used a new bottle of nail polish that I had gotten last year from Ulta. It's pink with glitter! I feel like I'm 13 again. But it works, and it dried fast and I didn't care about smudging it. I'll probably put on some "grown up" nail polish later when I have more time. I'm thinking a nice fall color--like maroon.
Today has gone by swimmingly. Ha, funny I mention swimming because I did just that in my dream last night. It was the coolest thing ever--I was in a pool and in the water there were bunches of colorful fishes. I remember swimming alongside an angel fish and seeing a jellyfish and one other kind, but they all had rainbow colors on them. And I remember being very excited that I could hold my breath for a long time and swim. The water was also calm in my dream and I just seemed to float along. It was cool!
But back to today. On my lunch hour, I went outside. My intention was to journal by the creek, but that didn't exactly happen. Instead I sat on my favorite rock and watched the ducks swimming in the creek. I even had a squirrel come up to me. Like, almost touching me. I think he thought I might have food, because an old man down the path was feeding the ducks some bread and the squirrels some peanuts. While I thought it was cool that the squirrel could come so close and not be afraid of me, I was also afraid of getting bit so I moved around and the squirrel moved along too. As I was about to start writing, a big gust of wind came and blew bunches of leaves all around. I'd like to classify this phenomenon as a leaf storm. Instead of walking away and seeking shelter, I stayed put and let the leaves pelt me and let me hair fly all around in the wind. It was seriously so fun--I laughed. I laughed hard, and loud. And I'm sure people stared, but at that moment, it was great. I felt like a kid.
After driving home in the rain, I painted my nails. I used a new bottle of nail polish that I had gotten last year from Ulta. It's pink with glitter! I feel like I'm 13 again. But it works, and it dried fast and I didn't care about smudging it. I'll probably put on some "grown up" nail polish later when I have more time. I'm thinking a nice fall color--like maroon.
Today has gone by swimmingly. Ha, funny I mention swimming because I did just that in my dream last night. It was the coolest thing ever--I was in a pool and in the water there were bunches of colorful fishes. I remember swimming alongside an angel fish and seeing a jellyfish and one other kind, but they all had rainbow colors on them. And I remember being very excited that I could hold my breath for a long time and swim. The water was also calm in my dream and I just seemed to float along. It was cool!
But back to today. On my lunch hour, I went outside. My intention was to journal by the creek, but that didn't exactly happen. Instead I sat on my favorite rock and watched the ducks swimming in the creek. I even had a squirrel come up to me. Like, almost touching me. I think he thought I might have food, because an old man down the path was feeding the ducks some bread and the squirrels some peanuts. While I thought it was cool that the squirrel could come so close and not be afraid of me, I was also afraid of getting bit so I moved around and the squirrel moved along too. As I was about to start writing, a big gust of wind came and blew bunches of leaves all around. I'd like to classify this phenomenon as a leaf storm. Instead of walking away and seeking shelter, I stayed put and let the leaves pelt me and let me hair fly all around in the wind. It was seriously so fun--I laughed. I laughed hard, and loud. And I'm sure people stared, but at that moment, it was great. I felt like a kid.
Monday, October 20, 2008
It's a Monday
I woke up with a killer headache this morning but still went into work. Ate an apple and took some motrin, but that didn't help. If anything I felt worse so I left work at 10:30. Came home only to realize that I didn't put the heat on the dryer last night--I used the fluff (no heat) setting. Oy.
Seeing Marie tonight. Then hopefully taking a bath and going to bed early.
Seeing Marie tonight. Then hopefully taking a bath and going to bed early.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
There's a new farmers market store called Sprouts. My mom went there and bought groceries this morning. She said it's comparable to Sunflower.
Slept in (yay!) and then ate breakfast--egg whites and chicken sausage. Showered, then headed downtown to the Falling Rock Taphouse. Came home with three new beer glasses, a hat, and a t-shirt. Oh, and filled up two growlers of beer! Not too bad for a Sunday.
Came home, watched the Other Boleyn Girl movie today--it was good.
Slept in (yay!) and then ate breakfast--egg whites and chicken sausage. Showered, then headed downtown to the Falling Rock Taphouse. Came home with three new beer glasses, a hat, and a t-shirt. Oh, and filled up two growlers of beer! Not too bad for a Sunday.
Came home, watched the Other Boleyn Girl movie today--it was good.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Today I...
- Got new boots at Payless
- Had breakfast with Grandma and other family on my Dad's side
- Went to Payless and bought new boots
- Got my own Costco membership!
- Went to Costco and bought necessities
- Rushed back home, got ready for church
- Went to church with Mom
- Went to Linens n Things to look for a picture frame
- Ended up getting a picture frame at the dollar store
- Went to parents house & made snickerdoodle cookies
...all in a day's work.
Friday, October 17, 2008
TGIF
YAYYYYYYY! This week is overrrrrrrrrr. Man, this one felt like a long one.
I don't have much going on this weekend--it's S's birthday tomorrow and the GABF party is on Sunday. Possible ideas of things to do this weekend include:
Side note: I hate the new layout of iGoogle. I want my tabs back on the top!
I don't have much going on this weekend--it's S's birthday tomorrow and the GABF party is on Sunday. Possible ideas of things to do this weekend include:
- Spending time outside including going for a hike or taking pictures of the beautiful trees and landscapes. I think that would be relaxing.
- Journaling
- Shopping for a pair of new boots
- Dropping off dry cleaning/getting jeans altered
- Going to the Family 9News Health Fair to get my blood tested.
- Possible breakfast plans with my family and grandma
Side note: I hate the new layout of iGoogle. I want my tabs back on the top!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Just Askin'
Today is soooo gorgeous outside! The leaves have changed, the sky is blue and the sun is out. Makes me wish I had time to go outside and journal by the creek. But I can't, because I have work to do and a dentist appointment at 4.
So the latest theme in my life deals with asking, as in asking questions to receive answers. Now, I love love love to ask questions--I'd like to think this trait makes me a good journalist. However, when it comes to my personal life, I don't like to ask any questions. Instead I analyze, come up with possible scenarios, or tactfully ask someone else a question.
Now the funny part is that just last night I had no problem encouraging M to ask questions, because she'd have the "freedom" of knowing.
Ironically, my spiritual adviser encouraged me to do the same recently, saying that I would feel more free after asking. But the situation he's referring to do has to do with S. You see, when S and I first starting hanging out we were technically dating, until S said he couldn't make such a commitment. I respected his decision and we continued as friends, only somewhere along the line I wanted more. So I asked him for more than friendship, in which he responded that he cared about me. At the time, I just felt better for unloading what I was wondering, and I felt good that he cared about me. Then I let it go, but the same feelings didn't go away, so I asked him again if he'd want to date, to which he said that he wasn't ready, and at the earliest he'd consider dating at the end of the summer. We spent many times together this summer and had a blast. Even though the summer is over now, and I secretly am wondering if he's ready to date, I haven't asked. I haven't because I know that if he wanted to date me, then he would've made it happen. Where there's a will, there's a way. Right? I mean, what's the point of asking again only to have him reject me? Again.
In a recent session with my spiritual adviser, he said he could see that I was struggling and suggested that I tell S what I want so that I can feel free. Instead of dealing with that, I've occupied my time with family, friends, and TV. I haven't told S how I feel because I'm over it. Well, at least that's what I say. I just have this sneaking suspicion that me not asking S about this will continue to catch up with me, until one day I'm just gonna have to do it. Maybe I'm being stubborn, but I still don't see the point.
Another example of how asking can pay off is something that happened to me today. I volunteer for the Audio Information Network of Colorado. I got into it because of a friendship turned bad with the coworker I mentioned yesterday. We used to be super close, until one day she stopped sharing all the stories she had with me. I thought it was unfair for me to tell her everything when she didn't do the same for me, so I gradually stopped sharing, which turned into not talking for a year. In return, she would sneak out of the office with other coworkers and exclude me from lunches and happy hours. I of course was upset, but I decided to do something else with my time. Which is how I found AINC. I auditioned after my birthday, and agreed to come in once a week on Thursdays during my lunch hour. I read the Canon Daily Record. No one at work knows about it except my boss.
Well, it's been over a year now, and I'm getting sick of reading the CDR. Seriously, their website sucks! It's never updated when it's supposed to be--I always read yesterday's news today. I complain to M about this. When I went into the studio today, it said the site was having technically difficulties and just had a white screen of death. I had Kat look at it (the coordinator of AINC). Turns out she couldn't fix it either, and said I could have the day off. Well, this is when I finally asked her if I could do something else. And she said yes! As of today I'm reading regional travel stories now, and I couldn't be happier. This is right up my alley, and I can't wait! So asking can pay off!
So the latest theme in my life deals with asking, as in asking questions to receive answers. Now, I love love love to ask questions--I'd like to think this trait makes me a good journalist. However, when it comes to my personal life, I don't like to ask any questions. Instead I analyze, come up with possible scenarios, or tactfully ask someone else a question.
Now the funny part is that just last night I had no problem encouraging M to ask questions, because she'd have the "freedom" of knowing.
Ironically, my spiritual adviser encouraged me to do the same recently, saying that I would feel more free after asking. But the situation he's referring to do has to do with S. You see, when S and I first starting hanging out we were technically dating, until S said he couldn't make such a commitment. I respected his decision and we continued as friends, only somewhere along the line I wanted more. So I asked him for more than friendship, in which he responded that he cared about me. At the time, I just felt better for unloading what I was wondering, and I felt good that he cared about me. Then I let it go, but the same feelings didn't go away, so I asked him again if he'd want to date, to which he said that he wasn't ready, and at the earliest he'd consider dating at the end of the summer. We spent many times together this summer and had a blast. Even though the summer is over now, and I secretly am wondering if he's ready to date, I haven't asked. I haven't because I know that if he wanted to date me, then he would've made it happen. Where there's a will, there's a way. Right? I mean, what's the point of asking again only to have him reject me? Again.
In a recent session with my spiritual adviser, he said he could see that I was struggling and suggested that I tell S what I want so that I can feel free. Instead of dealing with that, I've occupied my time with family, friends, and TV. I haven't told S how I feel because I'm over it. Well, at least that's what I say. I just have this sneaking suspicion that me not asking S about this will continue to catch up with me, until one day I'm just gonna have to do it. Maybe I'm being stubborn, but I still don't see the point.
Another example of how asking can pay off is something that happened to me today. I volunteer for the Audio Information Network of Colorado. I got into it because of a friendship turned bad with the coworker I mentioned yesterday. We used to be super close, until one day she stopped sharing all the stories she had with me. I thought it was unfair for me to tell her everything when she didn't do the same for me, so I gradually stopped sharing, which turned into not talking for a year. In return, she would sneak out of the office with other coworkers and exclude me from lunches and happy hours. I of course was upset, but I decided to do something else with my time. Which is how I found AINC. I auditioned after my birthday, and agreed to come in once a week on Thursdays during my lunch hour. I read the Canon Daily Record. No one at work knows about it except my boss.
Well, it's been over a year now, and I'm getting sick of reading the CDR. Seriously, their website sucks! It's never updated when it's supposed to be--I always read yesterday's news today. I complain to M about this. When I went into the studio today, it said the site was having technically difficulties and just had a white screen of death. I had Kat look at it (the coordinator of AINC). Turns out she couldn't fix it either, and said I could have the day off. Well, this is when I finally asked her if I could do something else. And she said yes! As of today I'm reading regional travel stories now, and I couldn't be happier. This is right up my alley, and I can't wait! So asking can pay off!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Hump Day
The Express movie was great. It didn't even seem like two hours and happy hour was good too. They had catered in food, so I ate like a queen. I had chicken skewers with mango salsa, some mini crabcakes, yummy bruschetta, and some cheese. One of the best parts of the evening was listening to this one alum talk about his time at SU. I guess he was there when Floyd Little was and had seen Ernie Davis play. It was just really cool to listen to his stories and ask him how SU has changed since then.
I also sent out Matt's care package yesterday. The post office was really busy at 4, but I got out of there by 4:30. And he's supposed to get it within 3-4 days. Yay!
It feels like a Wednesday. Woke up with a headache. Researched artists all day at work. Went to Sunflower Market for lunch and to get rice noodles. Treated myself to an apple turnover. Had a meeting, where none of my artists were picked (nothing new). Still have two hours left of work. Then Bollywood class. Getting home by 8 (hopefully). Eating something and then falling asleep.
Can't wait for sleep.
I also sent out Matt's care package yesterday. The post office was really busy at 4, but I got out of there by 4:30. And he's supposed to get it within 3-4 days. Yay!
It feels like a Wednesday. Woke up with a headache. Researched artists all day at work. Went to Sunflower Market for lunch and to get rice noodles. Treated myself to an apple turnover. Had a meeting, where none of my artists were picked (nothing new). Still have two hours left of work. Then Bollywood class. Getting home by 8 (hopefully). Eating something and then falling asleep.
Can't wait for sleep.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Randomness
Preggers coworker and I just made white chocolate macadamia nut cookies in our mini toaster oven. yummmmmmmmm.Matilda is doing well--so far so good.
My lips have been really chapped lately--wondering if it's just an old wives tale that chapped lips=dehydration or if it's just the change in the weather is to blame.
Apparently the movie tonight is 2 hours long. sheesh!
Talked to other coworker whom I haven't spoken to in over a year. interestinggggg....but I'll elaborate later.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Mi Familia
This is a picture from Ben's birthday party on October 5. He just turned one! Seriously, I remember when he was born--time really goes by too fast, but he's so adorable. Even though I'm technically his cousin, I'm referred to as an aunt; the same goes for my cousin Sean, he's his "uncle." He's just too adorable. His first word was mama, but he says dada now. He doesn't quite walk yet, but he stands up all the time.
His birthday party reminded me of how grateful I am for my family, both extended and immediate. I have to admit that while I was away in college, I missed them, but that was about it. I used to complain about my mom calling me early in the morning and waking me up, or complain when I was home because I wanted to be out with friends. I didn't want to be home. I don't think I quite understood how great it is to have family.
Maybe it's growing up and being in the real world and out on my own that has made me appreciate them more. Even little stuff that they do is great. For example, when I moved into my first apartment in April of '07, I had my uncle, aunt, and family help me move in. My aunt cleaned my dishes again and set up my kitchen. My uncle bought me a new mirror for my dresser and helped my Dad move in all of the furniture--furniture which my mom gave me. Very nice coffee tables, old recliners from my grandparents, and extra pots and pans. My other aunt found me a dining set in mint condition. The lady was going to donate it to goodwill, and wouldn't accept any money for it. And my aunt even drove it up to my place and everything. Whenever I'd go home, or if my mom went to Costco, she'd always offer to give me groceries. And my uncle taught me how to change my brakes on my car and how to check my oil. Even now it's great to be invited to his house for parties or just to hang out and drink a beer or some wine.
It's just the little things that matter. Now I like coming home and eating a home cooked meal with the fam and seeing our dog Hailey. I like hanging out with my lil brother who is in third grade and watching gossip girl with my mom. Of course I still get annoyed sometimes, especially when they assume I have no plans and expect me to housesit...but the bottom line is that I appreciate them. I think my life would be a lot harder without them. Family is something that lasts forever.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Weekend Update part 2
Just got back from an amazing concert with M at the Broomfield Event Center. We saw four bands--Jars of Clay, Robert Randolph and the Family Band, Switchfoot, and Third Day. They were all awesome, but my favorite of the evening had to be Switchfoot, who is soooo good in concert. Speaking of music, I have had Lil Wayne in my head all weekend.
Today I did tear down for the GABF pretty much all day. I did get another free t-shirt and tasting cup, and they fed us, so that was nice, but it was hard work. I can now say I know how to tap and untap a keg. Yea, fun stuff. I'll spare you the details.
It's a shame the weekend is already over...I wonder if I'll be busy at work this week.
I'm excited for Tuesday--the SU Alumni club is hosting a happy hour and then we're all gonna see The Express movie about Ernie Davis. Should be fun!
Today I did tear down for the GABF pretty much all day. I did get another free t-shirt and tasting cup, and they fed us, so that was nice, but it was hard work. I can now say I know how to tap and untap a keg. Yea, fun stuff. I'll spare you the details.
It's a shame the weekend is already over...I wonder if I'll be busy at work this week.
I'm excited for Tuesday--the SU Alumni club is hosting a happy hour and then we're all gonna see The Express movie about Ernie Davis. Should be fun!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Beer
Last night was soo much fun at the GABF. I went with K, M, Josh 
and his roommate, and Jake. Even though we only had one ounce of beer per tasting, it was really fun to try different things. Like, a chili beer--and it really did taste like chili. Then, there was the infamous Utopia beer from Sam Adams. Apparently it's 16% alcohol. It tasted and smelled like whisky to me. I was scared of it, but K told me that it's like $120 a bottle, so I'm glad I got to try it. I guess they only have the Utopia once a day, so I'm glad we got it at our session. Another highlight was the Brooklyn Brewery's Local 1 lager and the Grand Cru beer. I liked those, and it was nice to talk to the NY brewers. I was a fan of Avery Brewery's 15th Anniversary Pale Ale, and of New Beligum's Eric Ale, which M thought tasted like sour apple.
I think if anything, this beer filled weekend has taught me that beer isn't boring, and that I don't have to be a beer snob to appreciate it. I volunteered today doing safety and wristbanding people--it was ok. Drunk people think it's really fun to come up to the safety people in bright yellow shirts and take pictures with them, but I can't judge them because I know last night I had my own fun. They had a silent disco there, where you put on these huge headphones and dance to the music. It was so much fun! I still have to work basically 8-4 tomorrow doing tear down, but the reward is two fold. Not only did I earn a bunch of comp tickets for this year, I got a t-shirt, free tasting cup, free program, and am invited to a exclusive volunteer party for the tear down crew only next weekend at the Falling Rock where we will get even more beer related swag. Should be good times.
and his roommate, and Jake. Even though we only had one ounce of beer per tasting, it was really fun to try different things. Like, a chili beer--and it really did taste like chili. Then, there was the infamous Utopia beer from Sam Adams. Apparently it's 16% alcohol. It tasted and smelled like whisky to me. I was scared of it, but K told me that it's like $120 a bottle, so I'm glad I got to try it. I guess they only have the Utopia once a day, so I'm glad we got it at our session. Another highlight was the Brooklyn Brewery's Local 1 lager and the Grand Cru beer. I liked those, and it was nice to talk to the NY brewers. I was a fan of Avery Brewery's 15th Anniversary Pale Ale, and of New Beligum's Eric Ale, which M thought tasted like sour apple.I think if anything, this beer filled weekend has taught me that beer isn't boring, and that I don't have to be a beer snob to appreciate it. I volunteered today doing safety and wristbanding people--it was ok. Drunk people think it's really fun to come up to the safety people in bright yellow shirts and take pictures with them, but I can't judge them because I know last night I had my own fun. They had a silent disco there, where you put on these huge headphones and dance to the music. It was so much fun! I still have to work basically 8-4 tomorrow doing tear down, but the reward is two fold. Not only did I earn a bunch of comp tickets for this year, I got a t-shirt, free tasting cup, free program, and am invited to a exclusive volunteer party for the tear down crew only next weekend at the Falling Rock where we will get even more beer related swag. Should be good times.
Friday, October 10, 2008
GABF
Great American Beer Festival tonight!!! so excited!
edit: this is all i could post for today because our internet was down at work. bummer.
edit: this is all i could post for today because our internet was down at work. bummer.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Apple Picking
Reading Damn Yankee's entry about apple picking made me nostalgic for my days in upstate New York, where I first went apple picking. The Recreation Services Department offered a trip out there for $3, and that $3 was refundable too. I forget why it was, but basically I got to go to Abbott's Farm for free. I went with Tina, who turned out to be my only college roommate. We boarded a yellow school bus and arrived at the farm about 30 min later. I remember we filled up two big bags of apples, and paid only like $2 or something. It was ridiculously cheap, and we snacked on the apples for the next month or so. We also bought a small pumpkin for our room. It was a great time.
Even sophomore year when I went home with my friend Katie for Thanksgiving, we went apple picking in New Hampshire, and brought back apples for our friends. The year after that, Katie and I made homemade applesauce with her grandmother in Cape Cod. So many good memories!
This year I want to find a place to go apple picking in Colorado. If I find a place, it'd be great to make an apple pie. A couple of years ago I tried to make one and it turned out okay--I think it needed more flour. Kristen and I are going to make one soon, so I'm on the hunt for the best apple pie recipe out there. Suggestions are welcome!
Even sophomore year when I went home with my friend Katie for Thanksgiving, we went apple picking in New Hampshire, and brought back apples for our friends. The year after that, Katie and I made homemade applesauce with her grandmother in Cape Cod. So many good memories!
This year I want to find a place to go apple picking in Colorado. If I find a place, it'd be great to make an apple pie. A couple of years ago I tried to make one and it turned out okay--I think it needed more flour. Kristen and I are going to make one soon, so I'm on the hunt for the best apple pie recipe out there. Suggestions are welcome!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Green Thumb
I certainly cannot say that I have a green thumb, because I don't. But....what I do have is patience. Not sure if that counts for much, but I try. I wonder exactly how many people actually keep their plants alive. Does anyone know? Or am I the only one that seems to be incapable of caring for a plant?
I haven't updated about Matilda lately, mainly because there wasn't much to say or if there was I didn't want to share. But now I'm ready to catch you all up on her happenings.
You see Matilda usually sits right on my desk and sunbathes most of the day. I am careful to water her every two days, and just the right amount of water too. That took time to practice, but I'm confident in my water-feeding skills now. Anyways, last month, Matilda had a scare. Yes, it was all my fault too. You see, I called in sick on a Friday because I wasn't feeling well. And usually on Fridays, I always water Matilda because I have the weekends off, and I always move her from her spot in the windowsill to the corner of my cube that doesn't get much sun. I do this because I want to avoid her getting dehydrated.
Well, that's exactly what happened last month. When I got back to the office on Monday, it was not a pretty site. Not only was Matilda's soil dry as a bone, but all of her beautiful green leaves had wilted and were crunchy! Like, the kind of crunchy that is basically the kiss of death. I was SO sad. Why? Because, Matilda is the only plant that I have successfully tried to keep alive.
I am so bad at the whole plant thing, that I have even killed a cactus before. (When I was little I thought I could grow my own garden full of like flowers and vegetables, only nothing ever grew. Turned out I tried to plant the seeds in gravel. haha.) But, for the cactus incident--I take full responsibility. I originally got the cactus as a team-building gift, something about how we can see change grow or something lame like that. Anyways, I was in school at the time, where it basically wasn't sunny for pretty much most of the school year. So, I figured, my best chances of getting the catcus to survive the winter was to put it in my bathroom's window, so that if there was some light, it would catch it there. Only, I didn't think that I would forget about said plant and not even water the thing. When I finally remembered it was there, it was so dead that its spiky parts weren't even pokey anymore. That's how dead it was.
But I digress. Back to Matilda. Her leaves were sad and dead-looking, and so my first reaction was to water her like crazy, but then I remembered that I had read somewhere about the danger of root rot, which is caused by over watering. So I carefully gave her the allotted amount of water, and put her in the sun. Because she's scared me before like this but never have her leaves looked so dead. By the afternoon there was no change. I was beginning to think that I had killed her completely. And here I had been doing sooo well too. So, in a fit of impatience, I took a pair of scissors and started cutting. I cut off all of her dead leaves, and for those stems that were completely beyond repair, I plucked them out. I'd like to say that I was just doing maintenance but the real reason was that I didn't want to stare at her dying right in front of my eyes. I couldn't take it. It was like a constant reminder of how bad I am at this whole keeping-a-plant-alive mission. So, needless to say after I got through with her "maintenance" she looked really plain and basically was leafless. Throughout the week, I kept her in the sun, watered her the right amount, but she still looked really sad. At this point, I was seriously seriously seriously debating on going to Sunflower Market and buying another one just like her. I figured, no one would know...I mean only I would. But that's where I stopped that idea. I would know, and this is the only plant that I've kept alive, why not stick it out? So I did.
And, I'm happy to report that Matilda is doing well....she's doing so good that she....has a new pot! Yes, I finally transplanted her this past weekend. She doesn't have any new blooms yet, but her leaves are strong and healthy, and I think she'll enjoy her new home. It was about time--her roots were literally growing out of her old pot. I'm just proud of myself for keeping her alive this long! It's a record!
I haven't updated about Matilda lately, mainly because there wasn't much to say or if there was I didn't want to share. But now I'm ready to catch you all up on her happenings.
You see Matilda usually sits right on my desk and sunbathes most of the day. I am careful to water her every two days, and just the right amount of water too. That took time to practice, but I'm confident in my water-feeding skills now. Anyways, last month, Matilda had a scare. Yes, it was all my fault too. You see, I called in sick on a Friday because I wasn't feeling well. And usually on Fridays, I always water Matilda because I have the weekends off, and I always move her from her spot in the windowsill to the corner of my cube that doesn't get much sun. I do this because I want to avoid her getting dehydrated.
Well, that's exactly what happened last month. When I got back to the office on Monday, it was not a pretty site. Not only was Matilda's soil dry as a bone, but all of her beautiful green leaves had wilted and were crunchy! Like, the kind of crunchy that is basically the kiss of death. I was SO sad. Why? Because, Matilda is the only plant that I have successfully tried to keep alive.
I am so bad at the whole plant thing, that I have even killed a cactus before. (When I was little I thought I could grow my own garden full of like flowers and vegetables, only nothing ever grew. Turned out I tried to plant the seeds in gravel. haha.) But, for the cactus incident--I take full responsibility. I originally got the cactus as a team-building gift, something about how we can see change grow or something lame like that. Anyways, I was in school at the time, where it basically wasn't sunny for pretty much most of the school year. So, I figured, my best chances of getting the catcus to survive the winter was to put it in my bathroom's window, so that if there was some light, it would catch it there. Only, I didn't think that I would forget about said plant and not even water the thing. When I finally remembered it was there, it was so dead that its spiky parts weren't even pokey anymore. That's how dead it was.
But I digress. Back to Matilda. Her leaves were sad and dead-looking, and so my first reaction was to water her like crazy, but then I remembered that I had read somewhere about the danger of root rot, which is caused by over watering. So I carefully gave her the allotted amount of water, and put her in the sun. Because she's scared me before like this but never have her leaves looked so dead. By the afternoon there was no change. I was beginning to think that I had killed her completely. And here I had been doing sooo well too. So, in a fit of impatience, I took a pair of scissors and started cutting. I cut off all of her dead leaves, and for those stems that were completely beyond repair, I plucked them out. I'd like to say that I was just doing maintenance but the real reason was that I didn't want to stare at her dying right in front of my eyes. I couldn't take it. It was like a constant reminder of how bad I am at this whole keeping-a-plant-alive mission. So, needless to say after I got through with her "maintenance" she looked really plain and basically was leafless. Throughout the week, I kept her in the sun, watered her the right amount, but she still looked really sad. At this point, I was seriously seriously seriously debating on going to Sunflower Market and buying another one just like her. I figured, no one would know...I mean only I would. But that's where I stopped that idea. I would know, and this is the only plant that I've kept alive, why not stick it out? So I did.
And, I'm happy to report that Matilda is doing well....she's doing so good that she....has a new pot! Yes, I finally transplanted her this past weekend. She doesn't have any new blooms yet, but her leaves are strong and healthy, and I think she'll enjoy her new home. It was about time--her roots were literally growing out of her old pot. I'm just proud of myself for keeping her alive this long! It's a record!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
In case...
....you haven't caught on by now, October is Nablowrimo. Yes, that means it's National Blog Writing Month. It's a challenge to blog everyday throughout the month of October. My reward is free lip balm! I'm one of about 20 bloggers who got accepted, and man I am freakin' excited! Check out the other bloggers here.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Food
Recently I was online browsing for some healthy recipes, when I came upon this 'lil nugget of information on Oprah's website.
1. You must eat only what you really enjoy.
2. You must really enjoy everything you eat.
I have to say that those are really simple, but truly helpful. Often times I'm indecisive when it comes to eating. I just eat whatever I packed for lunch or think is the easiest to make. But lately I've been stepping it up a notch. I made shrimp linguine for the first time last month, and made egg salad too, both of which turned out to be a success. And I feel good--good that my recipes turned out, proud of myself that I can actually follow a recipe, and happy that I'm using my money wisely.
Anyways, those two principles have made me stop and take my time before I order or before I think what to cook. And it's been really great to just eat a piece of chocolate because I want one, or eat a bowl of soup, even though it's not cold outside. It's still early, but I'm trying my best to remind myself of these principles, especially when I feel rushed, or am super hungry. Because when I give my body what it really wants, it's truly happy.
1. You must eat only what you really enjoy.
2. You must really enjoy everything you eat.
I have to say that those are really simple, but truly helpful. Often times I'm indecisive when it comes to eating. I just eat whatever I packed for lunch or think is the easiest to make. But lately I've been stepping it up a notch. I made shrimp linguine for the first time last month, and made egg salad too, both of which turned out to be a success. And I feel good--good that my recipes turned out, proud of myself that I can actually follow a recipe, and happy that I'm using my money wisely.
Anyways, those two principles have made me stop and take my time before I order or before I think what to cook. And it's been really great to just eat a piece of chocolate because I want one, or eat a bowl of soup, even though it's not cold outside. It's still early, but I'm trying my best to remind myself of these principles, especially when I feel rushed, or am super hungry. Because when I give my body what it really wants, it's truly happy.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Travel Bug
M's sister Brooke is currently studing abroad for a semester in Israel. I never did the whole study abroad thing because I was an RA, and that just didn't work out. Anyways, she's considering going to Greece on her next break. I hope she goes, I want to hear all about it.
I've always wanted to go to Greece. Okay, not always, I mean, I've been wanting to go since last summer when I attended the Greek Festival in Denver. I actually am hoping to go on my own trip out there next year. That and China. I know, Greece and China are two totally different scenes. One has beautiful beaches, ouzo, and many delicacies, including baklava. The other has bright lights, crowded streets, and pretty much anything you can imagine to eat. Greece for me would be the ideal trip, as I'm more of a sunny person.
China, well, that's going to certainly be a different experience, but one I'm really excited about and open to. I'm most likely going to China next summer with my family because my Dad got the opportunity to set up a data center out there, so he'll be leaving us in January. But, he'll get to visit every couple months for a week or so at a time, and if he finishes earlier, he'll come home earlier. I'll certainly miss him but I also fully support his decision. I've played around with the idea of possibly going to live with him and becoming a travel journalist of sorts, but that's all just ideas at the moment.
I'm making it my goal to travel to at least one country every year. This upcoming year will be Greece and China--the year after that, perhaps the DR because that's where M studied abroad, and that's also tropical-y. Italy would be another good one too. *sigh* There's so much to see--once you start traveling, you never wanna stop! So readers, I leave you with this parting thought: if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go and why? Or, where should I go next?
I've always wanted to go to Greece. Okay, not always, I mean, I've been wanting to go since last summer when I attended the Greek Festival in Denver. I actually am hoping to go on my own trip out there next year. That and China. I know, Greece and China are two totally different scenes. One has beautiful beaches, ouzo, and many delicacies, including baklava. The other has bright lights, crowded streets, and pretty much anything you can imagine to eat. Greece for me would be the ideal trip, as I'm more of a sunny person.
China, well, that's going to certainly be a different experience, but one I'm really excited about and open to. I'm most likely going to China next summer with my family because my Dad got the opportunity to set up a data center out there, so he'll be leaving us in January. But, he'll get to visit every couple months for a week or so at a time, and if he finishes earlier, he'll come home earlier. I'll certainly miss him but I also fully support his decision. I've played around with the idea of possibly going to live with him and becoming a travel journalist of sorts, but that's all just ideas at the moment.
I'm making it my goal to travel to at least one country every year. This upcoming year will be Greece and China--the year after that, perhaps the DR because that's where M studied abroad, and that's also tropical-y. Italy would be another good one too. *sigh* There's so much to see--once you start traveling, you never wanna stop! So readers, I leave you with this parting thought: if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go and why? Or, where should I go next?
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Care Package for One
I remember how cool it was to get mail while I was in college. Half the time my mailbox was empty; the other half it was filled with spam, but on those times that I did get a letter from Grandma or a package slip--those were the best.
My brother is a sophomore in college and is attending Northeastern State University--yes the same one that Carrie Underwood went to. He's on a soccer scholarship. I didn't send him anything last year, but this year I'm determined to send him a care package. Granted, I meant to send it last month, but as the saying goes, better late than never, right?
I called him to get some guidelines of what he would like, so here's the list:
Anything else I'm forgetting?
My brother is a sophomore in college and is attending Northeastern State University--yes the same one that Carrie Underwood went to. He's on a soccer scholarship. I didn't send him anything last year, but this year I'm determined to send him a care package. Granted, I meant to send it last month, but as the saying goes, better late than never, right?
I called him to get some guidelines of what he would like, so here's the list:
- Reeses Peanut Butter Cups
- Tortilla Chips
- Queso dip
- Double-stuffed Oreos
- A CU t-shirt
- A pair of Skull Candy headphones
- A Carls Jr. gift card (compliments of mi madre)
Anything else I'm forgetting?
Friday, October 3, 2008
Weird Dreams again
I had another weird dream last night, only I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to finish the dream.
I was in another country, where I met M at a bar. She had been waiting for me and three different guys had hit on her. When I arrived, we took a seat at a tall table next to the bar. I asked her what country we were in and she said Paris. I thought that we were in Germany because beer was all around. Some guy bought M a drink. I was telling her how I felt like drinking beer, but I wanted one that was light, when an Asian guy sitting at the bar who spoke English, bought me a drink called Maverick. It wasn't beer. It was clear, but it didn't taste strong.
It was then that I heard a familiar voice--one that belongs to the publisher of my company. I looked over M to see her, my boss, and two of our sales reps sitting at a table by the window. Of course my immediate reaction was 'I shouldn't be drinking,' followed by 'what are they doing here?' I told M and tried to duck down so that they couldn't see me.
Then M started talking about how busy she was with the caterer, and planning this or that. It was then that I noticed she was wearing a ring. Only it was very ugly. It was metal, no diamond, not even gold or shiny. And it was on her ring finger. I looked at her in the eye and said, "holy crap, are you engaged?" And she said, yes, I am. Jake asked me and I said yes. "When did he ask you?" "Oh, it was that day he picked me up from the airport and took me to Chipotle. I guess I didn't mention it." I felt hurt.
I think I told her congratulations, but the next part I remember was that I was standing on the sidewalk of a busy intersection. Cars were jammed up everywhere, and my Dad and brother asked me to go with them up in a hot air balloon. At first I said yes, but then when I saw the balloon, and saw how huge it was, and how it was landing right in the middle of traffic, I changed my mind, and said no. I was too scared. And that's how the dream ended.
I always have vivid dreams, but usually some of the stuff that appears in my dream comes from reality, whether it be something I watched on TV or a comment a friend made. Rarely do I look things up in dream dictionaries, but for the fun of it, I have done just that.
To dream that you are at a bar, signifies your desire to escape from the stresses of your daily life and retreat into a light-hearted environment where pleasure abounds. Alternatively, you are seeking for acceptance in some aspect of your daily life.
(I'm not sure what sort of acceptance I need from my daily life, but I can say that I have been stressed lately.)
Apparently my reference to a hot air balloon means that I've been depressed. I don't agree with that diagnoisis. I have been sad or lonely but that doesn't mean depressed, right? Anyways, here's what the dream dictionary says:
To see or dream that you are in a hot air balloon, suggests that it is time to overcome your depression. The dream may be a metaphor indicating that you are losing your ground or your foothold on some situation/problem. Alternatively, it represents the process of individuation and your quest to fulfill some spiritual needs. You feel the need to be elevated in someone's eyes.
Hopefully I have better dreams tonight.
I was in another country, where I met M at a bar. She had been waiting for me and three different guys had hit on her. When I arrived, we took a seat at a tall table next to the bar. I asked her what country we were in and she said Paris. I thought that we were in Germany because beer was all around. Some guy bought M a drink. I was telling her how I felt like drinking beer, but I wanted one that was light, when an Asian guy sitting at the bar who spoke English, bought me a drink called Maverick. It wasn't beer. It was clear, but it didn't taste strong.
It was then that I heard a familiar voice--one that belongs to the publisher of my company. I looked over M to see her, my boss, and two of our sales reps sitting at a table by the window. Of course my immediate reaction was 'I shouldn't be drinking,' followed by 'what are they doing here?' I told M and tried to duck down so that they couldn't see me.
Then M started talking about how busy she was with the caterer, and planning this or that. It was then that I noticed she was wearing a ring. Only it was very ugly. It was metal, no diamond, not even gold or shiny. And it was on her ring finger. I looked at her in the eye and said, "holy crap, are you engaged?" And she said, yes, I am. Jake asked me and I said yes. "When did he ask you?" "Oh, it was that day he picked me up from the airport and took me to Chipotle. I guess I didn't mention it." I felt hurt.
I think I told her congratulations, but the next part I remember was that I was standing on the sidewalk of a busy intersection. Cars were jammed up everywhere, and my Dad and brother asked me to go with them up in a hot air balloon. At first I said yes, but then when I saw the balloon, and saw how huge it was, and how it was landing right in the middle of traffic, I changed my mind, and said no. I was too scared. And that's how the dream ended.
I always have vivid dreams, but usually some of the stuff that appears in my dream comes from reality, whether it be something I watched on TV or a comment a friend made. Rarely do I look things up in dream dictionaries, but for the fun of it, I have done just that.
To dream that you are at a bar, signifies your desire to escape from the stresses of your daily life and retreat into a light-hearted environment where pleasure abounds. Alternatively, you are seeking for acceptance in some aspect of your daily life.
(I'm not sure what sort of acceptance I need from my daily life, but I can say that I have been stressed lately.)
Apparently my reference to a hot air balloon means that I've been depressed. I don't agree with that diagnoisis. I have been sad or lonely but that doesn't mean depressed, right? Anyways, here's what the dream dictionary says:
To see or dream that you are in a hot air balloon, suggests that it is time to overcome your depression. The dream may be a metaphor indicating that you are losing your ground or your foothold on some situation/problem. Alternatively, it represents the process of individuation and your quest to fulfill some spiritual needs. You feel the need to be elevated in someone's eyes.
Hopefully I have better dreams tonight.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Dessert please
I've never heard of peach cobbler cake, but now that I know such a thing exists, I want to try and make it. So far I've had good luck with the recipes I've tried. I made my own egg salad last week, and shrimp linguine the week before that. Desserts can be really hard to make, but it's worth trying.
Another thing I want to try and make sometime are ginger snap cookies. Those sound yummy!
Another thing I want to try and make sometime are ginger snap cookies. Those sound yummy!
Writers Block?
Sometimes I have so many different thoughts and story ideas for my book in my head, but the minute I pull out a pad of paper and a pen, they all disappear. I don't know if I am holding myself back or if I have writers block, but I figure the only way to get out of this rut I'm in is to push myself. Push myself to write something down, and maybe the rest will follow. That sometimes happens with blogging too. I'll have this great issue I want to explore or write about or just a great story to tell, but then I don't do anything about it, and the more time passes, the more I don't think it was important or interesting, so I just let it go. It's a bad habit!
I'm reading L's second novel called Karmically Yours about a girl and boy who meet and then develop an e-friendship. The boy ends up falling for the girl, but never tells her how he feels. The girl gets engaged to her best friend. I have about 90 pages left to read, so that's all I can say at this point.
Speaking of reading, I'm thinking of joining a book club. I want to find one that reads modern fiction and not the classics. I don't want to read Jane Austen or Shakespeare--I want to read Richard Murphy, Diane Mott Davidson, or James Patterson. I do have a couple coworkers who are in one--not sure if they are in different ones or not, but I figured they might be a good place to start.
I'm reading L's second novel called Karmically Yours about a girl and boy who meet and then develop an e-friendship. The boy ends up falling for the girl, but never tells her how he feels. The girl gets engaged to her best friend. I have about 90 pages left to read, so that's all I can say at this point.
Speaking of reading, I'm thinking of joining a book club. I want to find one that reads modern fiction and not the classics. I don't want to read Jane Austen or Shakespeare--I want to read Richard Murphy, Diane Mott Davidson, or James Patterson. I do have a couple coworkers who are in one--not sure if they are in different ones or not, but I figured they might be a good place to start.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Nice Girls Do
I finished this book awhile ago but I'm finally getting a chance to write about it. It's by Sarah Duncan, and it's set in London. It's about a garden historian who receives this project of analyzing this estate. I have to be honest, I usually don't like any books set in London--probably because I can't relate to the towns or the way they speak sometimes.
Anyways, this book did grow on me. I would say that it doesn't get interesting until about 88-100 pages in. I know--I almost gave up on it, but I'm glad I stuck with it. She ends up getting involved with the man that is set to inherit the estate once his grandma passes away. He's a typical bad boy--rich, and doesn't give a crap about the estate gardens. He treats her to all the finest restaurants and clothes. And then he gets her turned on to doing coke. Meanwhile, one of the estate helpers, is also romantically interested in her, but she blows him off for the rich boy. The love triangle continues, and she discovers more history about the garden, and uncovers a bridge to a secret cave. There's alot of anthropological references throughout the garden, and I love that she wants to find out who used to inhabit the estate, and what it was like back then. She reads old letters and explores the history of the gardens more closely, and the estate helper continues to help her, while the rich boy tries everything in his power to get her away from it. He doesn't want her to find anything so that he can sell the estate and get the money.
I won't tell you how the book ends, but I will say that it ended up being a good read!
Next review: Naomi and Ely's No Kiss List by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan.
Anyways, this book did grow on me. I would say that it doesn't get interesting until about 88-100 pages in. I know--I almost gave up on it, but I'm glad I stuck with it. She ends up getting involved with the man that is set to inherit the estate once his grandma passes away. He's a typical bad boy--rich, and doesn't give a crap about the estate gardens. He treats her to all the finest restaurants and clothes. And then he gets her turned on to doing coke. Meanwhile, one of the estate helpers, is also romantically interested in her, but she blows him off for the rich boy. The love triangle continues, and she discovers more history about the garden, and uncovers a bridge to a secret cave. There's alot of anthropological references throughout the garden, and I love that she wants to find out who used to inhabit the estate, and what it was like back then. She reads old letters and explores the history of the gardens more closely, and the estate helper continues to help her, while the rich boy tries everything in his power to get her away from it. He doesn't want her to find anything so that he can sell the estate and get the money.
I won't tell you how the book ends, but I will say that it ended up being a good read!
Next review: Naomi and Ely's No Kiss List by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan.
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