Summer has officially started: everything is covered in a yellowy-green dusty pollen and I found a tick in my hair today. BOO!
And since today is Monday, even though its Tuesday, its time comment on the decluttering. (Which, incidentally, has taken a back seat to de-pollinating) Focusing on the living room this week:
May 18: I had finished a book and put it in the donation bag.
May 19: After going through the storage area in my parent's house, I have a bag of hats in the living room. (I know...a bag of hats is not normal. I never claimed to be) But I pulled a hat out that I will never wear and put that in a different donation bag.
May 20: I went through one of the baskets under the coffee table and threw away a bumper sticker I had received for making a donation to some cause. I will never put this bumper sticker on my car. I will, however, put it in the trash. Today.
May 21: Went through the magazine basket and pulled out three to bring to the gym.
May 22: I had a pile of continuing education brochures I received in the mail. I put them in my work bag to post on the cont. ed bulletin board.
May 23: I moved some notebooks from the coffee table to more appropriate place -- the bedside table, which now is roomier after taking care of the bedroom last week. And then, since moving things seems like CHEATING, I took a box of chocolates I had received as a gift and brought them to a birthday party as a little treat.
May 24: I went through the video tape/ DVD basket and took out an exercise video for a charity sale somebody at work is organizing.
The living room, in its new configuration, looks neat and tidy. On to the office area next week!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Memorial Day Weekend
Yay! Memorial Day Weekend! I haven't been posting, but that's because I've been busy doing summery stuff! Even though today is Monday, this week, Monday is Sunday, Tuesday is Monday, Wednesday is Tuesday, and so on. Just so today, I can gush about how wonderful life is (I'm in that kind of mood).
I got just about everything done that I wanted to accomplish this weekend with two glaring exceptions: (1) I did not take the hard top off the jeep. (seriously - what is wrong with me) and (2) I did not make it up to the Arts Festival in Marshfield. Which is a bummer, 'cause I was told Steve Tyler made an appearance there, and that's always exciting. I've seen him a few times around and he is even stranger looking in real life than he is on TV or in pictures. I'm not sure how this is even possible, but it's true. (Interestingly, I once, saw Liv Tyler in Whole Foods and she is even more gorgeous in real life than on film, but she has the exact same features of her reptilian dad) But, whatever.
I DID get the apartment reconfigured from winter furniture placement to summer furniture placement. (Winter is for maximum heat while sleeping, summer is for maximum breeze and ligh blockage so I don't wake up at the crack of dawn --literally-- every day)
I went to my friends' kids' birthday party and not only jumped in the inflatable jumpy-thing, but played on the twirly see-saw thing. Therefore establishing myself as completely immature for the summer. (Always important for maximum summer fun)
I ran the Run to Remember half marathon yesterday, thereby officially starting the summer race season for me. (and by RACE, I mean something to finish, not something to win) My goal was for a PR in this race, though, and I did accomplish that. The gun time was 2:09:30; the chip time will be posted sometime this week, but its probably around 2:07. I'm pleasantly surprised, as I did not get much running in this month after my ill-fated work-related knee injury. I did a lot of biking and eliptical work, but running just hurt, so minimal running. However, I did fine in the race. Better than fine. (I know 9:45 min mile is nothing to get all excited about, but it is a personal best for me, sadly enough) Strange, I'm a physical therapist and I am forever telling my patients to lay off the running for a couple weeks after an injury, assuring them that they will not lose ground as they heal. But when I take my own advice, I'm FLOORED that it actually works. Go figure.
I went on the first annual Memorial Day Paddle and Picnic. (We came up with that name after the picnic aspect of the event where wine was served) A day of kayaking around Tully Lake with friends in perfect weather. So I got another Memorial Day weekend tradition. (though I have to tell you, sitting in a kayak all day isn't exactly the best thing to do the day after a half marathon)
Summer is here, race season has begun, and I have three short months to sandwich as much fun in as possible.
Happy summer everyone!
I got just about everything done that I wanted to accomplish this weekend with two glaring exceptions: (1) I did not take the hard top off the jeep. (seriously - what is wrong with me) and (2) I did not make it up to the Arts Festival in Marshfield. Which is a bummer, 'cause I was told Steve Tyler made an appearance there, and that's always exciting. I've seen him a few times around and he is even stranger looking in real life than he is on TV or in pictures. I'm not sure how this is even possible, but it's true. (Interestingly, I once, saw Liv Tyler in Whole Foods and she is even more gorgeous in real life than on film, but she has the exact same features of her reptilian dad) But, whatever.
I DID get the apartment reconfigured from winter furniture placement to summer furniture placement. (Winter is for maximum heat while sleeping, summer is for maximum breeze and ligh blockage so I don't wake up at the crack of dawn --literally-- every day)
I went to my friends' kids' birthday party and not only jumped in the inflatable jumpy-thing, but played on the twirly see-saw thing. Therefore establishing myself as completely immature for the summer. (Always important for maximum summer fun)
I ran the Run to Remember half marathon yesterday, thereby officially starting the summer race season for me. (and by RACE, I mean something to finish, not something to win) My goal was for a PR in this race, though, and I did accomplish that. The gun time was 2:09:30; the chip time will be posted sometime this week, but its probably around 2:07. I'm pleasantly surprised, as I did not get much running in this month after my ill-fated work-related knee injury. I did a lot of biking and eliptical work, but running just hurt, so minimal running. However, I did fine in the race. Better than fine. (I know 9:45 min mile is nothing to get all excited about, but it is a personal best for me, sadly enough) Strange, I'm a physical therapist and I am forever telling my patients to lay off the running for a couple weeks after an injury, assuring them that they will not lose ground as they heal. But when I take my own advice, I'm FLOORED that it actually works. Go figure.
I went on the first annual Memorial Day Paddle and Picnic. (We came up with that name after the picnic aspect of the event where wine was served) A day of kayaking around Tully Lake with friends in perfect weather. So I got another Memorial Day weekend tradition. (though I have to tell you, sitting in a kayak all day isn't exactly the best thing to do the day after a half marathon)
Summer is here, race season has begun, and I have three short months to sandwich as much fun in as possible.
Happy summer everyone!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
the state of science...now and in the future
The local high schools are having MCAS exams this week and this afternoon, we had 6 high school juniors in the therapy gym. Since I am the queen of multi-tasking, I decided that I would read them some study questions while they did their therapy.
I am happy to report that I would pass 11th grade biology without a problem.
I am equally sad to report that not one of the kids knew the difference between mitosis and meiosis.
What kind of madness is this? At this rate, there will be nobody left to cryogenically freeze me after I'm dead!
I am happy to report that I would pass 11th grade biology without a problem.
I am equally sad to report that not one of the kids knew the difference between mitosis and meiosis.
What kind of madness is this? At this rate, there will be nobody left to cryogenically freeze me after I'm dead!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Tuesday's Bad Dates: ironic
We interrupt Tuesday's Bad Dates to ponder the following:When I was in my 20's, whenever I went out to a bar or a club, there was never a shortage of men in their 40's who were intent on trying to pick me up. This fact is made even creepier by the fact that when I was 26, I looked like a 19 year old with a fake ID. I'm pretty sure at least half these creeps had 19 year old daughters running around town with fake ID's of their own.
Flash forward 13 years everything has changed. Now whenever I go out to a bar or club, I am accosted by 24 and 25 year olds who are intent on picking me up!
WTF????? Am I being punished for some crime I inadvertently committed?
Oh, the agony and the irony that is my life!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Books, books, everywhere
I once saw Cyndi Lauper on a talk show and she was discussing the scene in "Harold and Maude" when Maude opens a big armour in her living room and it is filled with instruments: a mandolin, a trombone, a dulcimer, a guitar. "From that moment, I always wanted to have a closet like that" she said. "Filled with every instrument imaginable so that I could open it and just pull out instruments and just start handing them out.
I always kind of felt like that about books. I remember walking along a street with a friend of mine and we could see inside the windows of a house that had floor to ceiling bookshelves on either side of the fireplace. We talked about how we wanted rooms like that someday, filled with Thoreau and Emerson, Shakespeare and Hemmingway, Bill Bryson and Dave Barry. I wanted to live in a place where I was surrounded by books.
This week, I looked around my apartment and found that my wish had come true. I have stacks of books everywhere, like an absentminded professor. And it's cluttering up my mind.
So while I focused on the bedroom this week, I tried to corral some of those book piles.
May 11: While I was putting winter things into a storage trunk, I pulled some scrapbooks out of the bottom of the storage trunk. For some reason, I thought that would be a good place for them. Now, I have moved them to, the Project Box, where they belong.
May 12: I moved 3 books from the bottom shelf of the bedside table to the bookshelf. There's more room there, since I started the "3 book a month" thing.
May 13: From the drawer of the bedside table, I pulled a book that somebody had given me to read 2 years ago. It's been in the drawer ever since. I will never read it. I put it in the donation box.
May 14: In the drawer of the other bedside table, I found a cassette tape of "sounds of nature" that I used to play going to sleep when I lived in a more urban environment. Remember casette tapes? No? Ok, I guess I'm the only old one. Put that in the donation box. (I heard old people like to go to thrift stores)
May 15: Laundry day! One pair of socks to the donation bag.
May 16: And a Tshirt to the donation bag.
May 17: Moved 3 more books from the top of the bedside table to the bookshelf.
And because on 3 of the days I moved rather than got rid of stuff...just so it wouldn't feel like cheating...I visited the storage area of my parents house and pulled out: 3 books for donation, an old college directory that got tossed, and 2 old ceramic boxes that I had when I was little. I gave those to my neices when I babysat them on Saturday night.
Anyway... let that be a lesson to all you bloggie people...be careful what you wish for! You just may end up decluttering it someday.
I always kind of felt like that about books. I remember walking along a street with a friend of mine and we could see inside the windows of a house that had floor to ceiling bookshelves on either side of the fireplace. We talked about how we wanted rooms like that someday, filled with Thoreau and Emerson, Shakespeare and Hemmingway, Bill Bryson and Dave Barry. I wanted to live in a place where I was surrounded by books.
This week, I looked around my apartment and found that my wish had come true. I have stacks of books everywhere, like an absentminded professor. And it's cluttering up my mind.
So while I focused on the bedroom this week, I tried to corral some of those book piles.
May 11: While I was putting winter things into a storage trunk, I pulled some scrapbooks out of the bottom of the storage trunk. For some reason, I thought that would be a good place for them. Now, I have moved them to, the Project Box, where they belong.
May 12: I moved 3 books from the bottom shelf of the bedside table to the bookshelf. There's more room there, since I started the "3 book a month" thing.
May 13: From the drawer of the bedside table, I pulled a book that somebody had given me to read 2 years ago. It's been in the drawer ever since. I will never read it. I put it in the donation box.
May 14: In the drawer of the other bedside table, I found a cassette tape of "sounds of nature" that I used to play going to sleep when I lived in a more urban environment. Remember casette tapes? No? Ok, I guess I'm the only old one. Put that in the donation box. (I heard old people like to go to thrift stores)
May 15: Laundry day! One pair of socks to the donation bag.
May 16: And a Tshirt to the donation bag.
May 17: Moved 3 more books from the top of the bedside table to the bookshelf.
And because on 3 of the days I moved rather than got rid of stuff...just so it wouldn't feel like cheating...I visited the storage area of my parents house and pulled out: 3 books for donation, an old college directory that got tossed, and 2 old ceramic boxes that I had when I was little. I gave those to my neices when I babysat them on Saturday night.
Anyway... let that be a lesson to all you bloggie people...be careful what you wish for! You just may end up decluttering it someday.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
mad at Zack Braff
With the precarious economy, the possibility of a H1N1 pandemic, trains crashing in Boston, and wildfires burning out of control in California, I figured it was time to dedicate a blog post to something really important! Like Scrubs.
What the heck in going on with my beloved Scrubs? Once upon a time, it was the one show I could truly count on. Well, not to stick to one time slot or one day or even one network, but at least to consistently make me laugh. No matter what the rest of my week was like, for one half hour per week (be it 9:00 on Thursday or 8:30 on Tuesday or 8:00 on Wednesday) I would laugh out loud at both the obvious and subtle humor, the physical slapstick, and the smart, tight writing.
Then came this season. Not only did the jokes fall flat most of the time, but they completely did away with subtle, overdoing the "janitor has no name", "sweaty Teddy" and "guy-love" aspects. Plus...PLUS... they started phasing in an entirely new cast while phasing out the old one. Did they think we would not notice? Just because they have 1) a neurotic, insecure blonde, 2) a black surgeon, 3) a narcissist, 4) a cute dark-haired, dark-skinned girl, and 5) a dorky guy who is simultaneously chinless and double chinned, that doesn't mean the old cast is disposable! C'mon, there is no guy-love between the members of the new cast! (just because they over did it doesn't mean I want them get RID of guy love!)
I blame Zack Braff. He's leaving the show to go produce some radio show and write, direct, and star in a bunch of movies from New York. Like some kind of gelled-up neo-Woody Allen. I'm so mad at him! Who does he think he is, going off to pursue his own dreams when he should be dedicating his life to entertaining me for one half hour per week?
I have SERIOUSLY re-considered my celebrity crush on Mr. Zack Braff. As a matter of fact: I may actually pretend-break up with him and end our pretend-relationship. That'll show him! As a matter of fact FACT: I may actually just blow him off when I bump into him in real life, some summer day when I am strolling down the street in New York. (That's the way it's going to happen. It's a long, involved story that involves my friend, Isabella posing as the bait and me jumping in as the switch. It's too complicated to divulge all the details, but trust me: it's totally plausible. Downright probable, in fact.)
Anyway, when that happens, and he is completely smitten, I may actually just look at him and say "Meh. Whatever." Forget the cute, nerdy, socially awkward vibe that I dig so much: "Meh. Whatever." THAT'LL SHOW HIM!
In the meantime, I have to find other ways of entertaining myself. Like, maybe, going outside and interacting with actual people. *shudder*
Stupid Zack Braff!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
helpful advice
Helpful advice from my sister-in-law:
If what you REALLY want for a present is a new coffee maker, simply agree to let the 10 and 7 year olds to make you breakfast in bed with NO HELP.
By 7:30 am, there will be absolutely no question as to whether you are getting that coffee maker.
If what you REALLY want for a present is a new coffee maker, simply agree to let the 10 and 7 year olds to make you breakfast in bed with NO HELP.
By 7:30 am, there will be absolutely no question as to whether you are getting that coffee maker.
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