A Dose of Minutiae: Grossiosity & Sadness. (OR: Rant? Don't mind if I do!)

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Grossiosity & Sadness. (OR: Rant? Don't mind if I do!)

Inexplicably, I'm a mess this week...Melancholy and Feeling all sorts of sorry for myself and all that Bad stuff. And it's such a long, long week. And it's not supposed to be!

I don't know what I want. I tend to create drama when there isn't any, and I wonder if that's what I'm doing now. Because generally, I like isolation--I often crave it. So why am I suddenly so depressed at taking a step back and seeing how often I'm alone these days?

It just seems like everything is setting me off these days.

The prospect of such a busy June is making me stressed.
Knowing that however much I like to be in control of the home & monetary situation, I really have nothing to do with the getting of said money.
Wondering what's going to happen to a certain friend who I strongly feel should have much more professional help than anyone around him is willing to even consider.
Worrying that if I can't do this new diet, I'll never have a handle on my weight again.
Not getting enough sleep.
Not exercising because I'm too tired from the no sleep.
Really wanting to read Twilight again but feeling like I should read all those blocked library books &/or backlog of magazines.
Not being productive at all.
Not having much alone-time with my Neil lately.
I have another blog tracking my menu/food intake/exercise, and they suddenly imposed a "you-can-only-post-once-a-day" policy, and they won't let me do anything, now well over 24 hours since my last update. That ticks me off.
I forgot to re-queue Netflix, so instead of another juicy 90210 DVD, we'll be backlogged with unwatched "Undeclared" episodes. Seriously, seriously not as good, nearly, as "Freaks & Geeks." And I can now relax with 90210, 'cause Scott kicked it in "The Next Fifty Years" I just watched. And I don't remember any more deaths, at least for awhile.
I don't want to have cake tomorrow. To get through the first couple days and then be obligated to eat the cake someone made for my birthday? How do I do this without ruining the entire day of dieting?

I don't think I'm a hypochondriac. But I might be a hypo-drama-diac. I hate it.

This looks good:

I'm going to try and cheer myself up for the rest of the day.

9:50 AM...

This sounds neat...in the Saricks Readers' Advisory book we [were supposed to] read last Spring for the class, which I am now cataloging for Stephens, she issues "The Five-Book Challenge" to librarians. Every year, she challenges us to read five books of a new genre she lists, to become more comfortable with them. I loved doing this in the class (one book from each genre, there) and think it's a great idea. Saricks' genres are:

Adventure (I read Casino Royale)
Fantasy (I read an updated fairy tale book)
Gentle Reads (Hello, Mitford!)
Historical Fiction (I read...um, I think I skipped this week. We could skip one week. I dislike history.)
Horror (Interview with the Vampire)
Literary Fiction (We had Muticultural Fiction week, and I read Life of Pi...incredible, except the Horrible ending.)
Mysteries (I read a really bad one I found in the Weinberg collection at work)
Psychological suspense (we didn't have a separate week for this one)
Romance (Another bad one--Love @ First Site)
Romantic Suspense (again, no separate week. But I finished Derailed last year. That was creepy!)
Science Fiction (What did I read here? Did I skip this week? Oh yea, I remember--we could also skip the week before our week leading the discussion--in my case, Gentle Reads week. I must have skipped this too. I'm not a fan.)
Suspense (eh, same as mystery)
Thriller (Horror/mystery weeks)
Westerns (I went for Shane. Very pleasant read.)
Women's Lives and Relationships (no separate week. But I read plenty of these.)

I should take this challenge on.

12:17 PM...

I'm leaving in a few minutes.

Neil wants to come home for lunch so I'm picking him up.

Then I'm going to make chicken gizzards, which make me happy no matter what.

And I think this afternoon I'll watch the Bachelorette.

Either that, or read a romance novel. "Confessions of a Pioneer Woman" put me way in the mood for those.

If I feel like napping, I'll nap.

And then we'll go to the ARC when Neil gets back home.

...I'm determined not to make this day as bad as I've been feeling for the past 24 hours!

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I don't like some things.

Some might say, a lot of things.

}Skim milk

}Mealy gum. You know, when you've chewed it just a little too long and it's gettin' sticky.

}Post-its that don't stick (If I'da wanted a small square of paper that doesn't have a strip of removable stickiness, I would have saved my gum wrapper.)

}Mild cheddar cheese (WHAT is the point?)

}Shoes that conform to feet (i.e. Converses)

}Any Craig Kilborn replacement (Jon notwithstanding)

}Overhead lighting. (Lamps, lamps, lamps.)

}How clogs feel. (I need something covering my heel, people.)

}Indoor scarves. (Why? Just tell me why.)

}Scut Farkus' face. see also Stifler's face. (They're mean faces. The faces of a tool.)

}7th grade. see also Junior year of high school; sophomore year at Grinnell.

}February. (Never have 28 days felt so much like 31.)

}Too-cutesy scrapbook items. (Bees. Ladybugs. Fake-stitched anything. Letters with dots at the joints/ends.)

}Forced social situations (work gatherings; school functions where you have to stand and chat, like teas)

}That Jorge Cruise guy. (I'll 8 minute your morning, dillhole. I refuse to believe you were ever fat.)

}Going through a NYTX and getting no answers the first run-through. I feel so defeated. see also Monday NYTXs I can't finish

}Sunny Saturday afternoons

}Shared swimming lanes

}The stale smell of unwashed ashtrays

}The statement: "Don't worry. You'll find him someday!"

}Showering clean, then being surrounded/pushed/shoved by sweaty people on the morning subway during an NYC summer. Waste of time, my friends. Waste of time.

}Splurging on a coffee-shop-made flavored latte, then discovering they didn't put enough in to even taste it.

}Holier-than-thou vegetarians/vegans. (Grinnell was their hotbed, I swear.)

}Surprising raisins. Well, all raisins. But surprising raisins are the worst. I'll never forget the Schnuck's Curry Chicken Salad debacle a few years back.

}Chapstick that just sits there, wet and sticky, getting all up on my water-bottle lip.

}Hair that hasn't been washed for 24 hours or more.

}Really overly-long movies. (I am a big fan of the 100-minute film.)

}Iron-y tap water after days of Aquafina bliss

}When interviewees/commentators (particularly actors trying to sound British, Johnny Depp) say "Sort of." I know this is weird, but it's a lot more prevalant than you'd think. They're trying to explain their craft, or the scene, or something a little obtuse. And they completely overuse the words 'sort of.' Once I started noticing it, I couldn't stop. (Especially common during James Lipton meetings and DVD commentaries.)

}On female actresses who are supposed to be attractive: Big chins (Elisabeth Shue) and big mouths (Julia Roberts). I don't find it hideous on everyday folks, just on those who other people think are hot.

}Open-ended parentheses. I won't give one as an example because I'd need for it to be closed in order to not drive me nuts. Basically, it's a "(" without the ")".

}Loose hair, especially when wet

}Those roll-over-to-expand ads on the internets. Hate. They get me every time.

}This new trend of horror-movie ads not preparing you for what's coming. Usually, commercials for horror movies let you know, by a menacing voice or a threatening intro, what's coming, so I know to look away. But while we were in LA, Lily and I were furious at a new one that had a girl driving in her car when something scary jumped out behind her. No warning whatsoever. Completely unfair.

}When people say, usually to a group when giving a talk or something, "I'm not sure how many of you caught the PBS special on chicken turds [or whatever], but they blah blah blah..." Of course you're not sure. It's such a stupid phrase. SUCH!!!

}How the "Remove Page Element" button on this thing is right where the "Save Changes" button should be. I hover over it every single time I want to save. I'm totally going to inadvertently erase this whole thing one day.

}Cars in the summertime. Being in 'em, being beside 'em, being in parking lots full of 'em. YUCKS!

...but I do get a kick out of these (and you)!

See? I can be positive! Just look at these, with BONUS plus signs!

+Target bags. Not their purses (though those always draw my eye), but their bags that they give you when you buy something. White with the red targets all over them. It's just a good quality bag, especially versus the Wal-Mart/Hy-Vee/Schnucks/Gerbes bags of Columbia. They're reassuring. "We won't rip open just because you bought a frozen pizza that's a little too large for us," they say. When the opportunity arose a few months ago to send in used Target bags and get an eco-friendly one made FROM the bags,
I didn't buy the Newsweek magazine with the mailer in it. I regret that decision almost daily. (Although, I would have blanched at the thought of getting rid of ANY of my Target bags.)

+Finishing a whole container of lotion. (I have such a backlog!)

+Sweet butter lettuce, in salads or on sandwiches (like that gourmet burger place by our hotel in London!)

+My Scrap Area set-up, erected by my dear Neil

+Christopher Guest films (Okay, except "For Your Consideration")

+Lotion that absorbs quickly, while still giving me the moisturizing I crave

+Poor Toby, with his sad eyes and mighty Pam-crush

+When Sean darts around eating his crickets each morning

+Downloading a free trial of a game, ostensibly for 60 minutes, but some glitch lets it run and run until you quit out

+Heroes of Might & Magic II. Usually the Wizard hero. But the Sorceress & Warlock have their perks too.

+The way Kevin (of Scrantonicity) looks just like Allen Weltig when he smiles or squints!

+Electric toothbrushes

+Scattergories. Cranium. Encore. Apples to Apples. Trivial Pursuit. Password.

+Listening to the waves at night

+Envelopes where you pull off the paper to stick the flap on. No licking!

+Innovative chipboard (or other material) letters

+Surprising Neil with something special

+Breezy summer nights

+Simon & Garfunkel; Peter, Paul, & Mary

+My mama's laugh

+Those DirecTV commercials with the Best-in-Show/Guffman people

+This one body wash I bought once at the JC K-Mart, of all places. Skin Milk or something...it smelled like tapioca pudding.

+Moscato D'Asti. (First taste: when Mom & Pops took me out to Sophia's a few years back)

+Joe Buck. Even in commercials.

+Making Neil really laugh, when it comes from deep in his belly.

+Driving/riding at night, longer distances

+Balconies

+Cems, Grain elevators, and Snails. (These are what I 'call' on the road--like how people used to call VW bugs. Cems are cemeteries; grain elevators are...grain elevators, and Snails are those things from Sears on the tops of cars. I sometimes call Fake Snails, if they're not the "EX-CARGO" brand, but a Snail is only a true Snail when it has the logo on the side.)

+The Cupcakerie

+The anticipation of going to new scrapbook stores. I can never sleep the night before I know I'll be going!

+Puzzles of medium difficulty (i.e., Al Dente, a 500-piece photo still life of all these kinds of dry pasta the Dawsons have been doing since I was wee)

+David Eckstein. I *love* how he runs like hell to first base even on a walk. And he got married to his cute wife at Disneyworld! Come on.

+Driveways. I can see the beauty in every driveway in the world, honestly.

+Heirloom tomatoes with sea salt (also fresh edamame with same)

Yum...guilty pleasures.

First of all, what is a guilty pleasure? Something to be ashamed of? Or is it just something we like that we think most people don't?

*Sauce specific to restaurants, sometimes straight out of the packet (Arby's sauce; Taco Bell mild)

*Happy 1960s & 70s songs, like "I'm Into Something Good" or anything Abba

*Rock of Love with Bret Michaels (And I'm so glad Neil joins me in this trashfest!)

*A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila, and its successor, That's Amore!

*The McRib sandwich. Extra pickles and sometimes onions.

*Crying during either of the two Josh Groban songs he did on Ally McBeal

*Hearing the dish on rude celebrities via Lily & Steve

*Cottage cheese with diced tomatoes, garlic, & onions (is this guilty since it's halfway good for me?)

*Buying gobs and gobs of whatever scrapbook supplies I want. (This is no longer an indulgence I can partake of as often as I once did, and that's fine by me! A person can only organize so many alphabet stickers.)

*Looking at Neil's ring glisten in new kinds of light

*Listening to (& leaving) long rambling messages on voicemail from (& for) Emily

*Floating in the Lazy River--not against it, with it--after I'm done with my workout

*Lazing in bed til noon on the weekend

*Poison, obviously

*Cherry Chip cake with pink cherry icing

New & better habits formed & forming

Brushing teeth twice a day now, instead of just in the morning
Coupon-clipping and bargain shopping like a mofo
Doing NYT crosswords pretty much daily online
Getting to bed earlier than 2:00
Journaling (see left)
Keeping a close eye on finances online
Keeping house in good shape (dishes, picked up)
No snacking after Neil goes to bed (still working on this one...)
Not really buying scrapbook stuff anymore
Paying off credit card debt, slowly but surely
Paying off money Dad has fronted us for many occasions
Reading books regularly
Swimming again during the work-week
Turning down the heat whenever I leave for work
Using the library again instead of buying every book I want

Major goals & purchases

::Pay off credit cards
-Macy's
-Target
-Chase Freedom
-Capital One
-Neil's Leopard
-Commerce Bank back-up

::Get married!

::Go through all tubs in BR #2

::Sell eBay items for majority of the summer, when I'm off

::Find a place for all scrapbook stuff, accessibly

::Lose lbs, in 10-pound increments

::Go swimming on a regular basis

::Dyson purchase (We like the Animal one, in case we ever get a dog)

::PC Laptop (which may be moot if Leopard/Windows installs successfully! Yay!)

::Sort through scrapbook odds and ends and store it all

::Read all 40-something DBRL books stacked on my dresser

::Empty green boxes of magazines & Harlequins

::Finish going through already-read magazines to save articles & toss the rest

::Do my 2008 taxes with Pops

I'm going to make up a survey. Also included are quiz questions I've been working on.

Scattergory fun! Name as many things as you can think of that you want right now. Use as many letters of the alphabet to name these things as you can, but use each letter only once. (For example, I want: Apple pie; BCBG perfume; Corvette; Dansko shoes; Eli Manning...etc)
What sport do you watch with regularity?
Will you pay for bottled water?
Are you anal, or laid-back? NO gray areas here.
How do you feel about snakes?
Name three TV shows that have turned into movies (regardless of whether the TV show continues broadcasting).
Now name three movies that have turned into TV shows.
Have you been to Canada? Why?
Where is the best lemonade?
Who is your favorite extended family member?
When you're putting something together in the kitchen--a recipe, or a sandwich, or whatever--do you put each used item away as you use it, or all at the very end? (Or do you just leave everything out for someone else to clean up?)
Name the three NBA teams whose mascots do NOT end in the letter "S."

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