Wednesday, February 22, 2006
( 12:01 AM ) teahouse
I'm going on a little winter break. I have friends coming in from out of town, so I can't comfortably blog while they're staying with me.
And I have a busy schedule - the Boy got us tickets to a taping of this show - pretty exciting.
And there's a lot going on right now in my life. Too much to get into yet, but soon I will tell you all.
I still love you. I just need to take care of some things and have some Me Time for a few days.
I'll be back before you know it. #
Monday, February 20, 2006
( 9:38 AM ) teahouse
Godspeed, Little Man
My friend C was in town over the weekend. She was one of my closest friends from college, and I haven't seen her much since she and her husband moved to California 5 years ago.
But she came east for the weekend, with her 6-month-old son, to visit a bunch of us.
I asked her how parenthood was treating her. She said that it's fun, but sometimes she thinks she's just babysitting the kid - she can't believe he's hers.
"Not much else has changed, though," she said. "The kid is just like D. On Sundays, they both sit on the sofa and watch the Redskins games - D wears his Redskins jersey and the baby wears his Redskins onesie.
..Oh, and they're both constantly grabbing at my breasts. So yeah, not much has changed from before." #
Thursday, February 16, 2006
( 9:02 AM ) teahouse
I just read this article.
I really find myself rooting for the dog. I hope she gets away.
I mean, what would you do if your owners gave you a dumbass name like Bohem C'est la Vie? And your whole life involved being paraded around at these endless dog shows, and then when you got too old, you were put out to pasture and used to breed?
Didn't someone ever ask the poor dog what SHE wanted? Maybe she wanted her own career, her own place, autonomy.
Maybe it's her resemblance to Santa's Little Helper that makes me like her so much.
Run like the wind!!
I've been busy this week, watching this Olympic event.
I'm totally fascinated with it. Especially the part where the competitors let loose blood-curdling screams while they slide the curling stone.
I've never seen a group of Japanese women scream in unison in quite that way outside of a rock concert. It's super-freaky! #
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
( 8:51 AM ) teahouse
So Much Love
I left work on the earlier side (6-ish) last night, to meet the Boy for a romantic home-cooked dinner at my place.
The trip home on the subway turned out to be one of the scariest trips I've ever taken.
First of all, the subway platform was so crowded that I had to let 4 (yes, FOUR) trains go by without even getting on, because I couldn't even get through the crowd.
Who knew that the commute home on Valentine's Day would be so frightening?
When I finally did get on a train, I was pushed so hard, I felt like I was being punched in the stomach.
Two men almost got into a fist fight because one accused the other of shoving. They glared at each other.
Each had one fist up and ready to fight, and the other clutching a bunch of flowers and a plush teddy bear.
I would have laughed, except that I was sandwiched between two people, each with a bunch of Mylar balloons, who both looked at me angrily like they wanted to smother me with them.
One man had a gigantic heart-shaped box of chocolates that he held up combatively, ready to use as a weapon against anyone who got too close.
I was truly surrounded by love. #
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
( 12:54 AM ) teahouse
All The Right Moves
Our corporate tennis match this week was against another law firm.
We KILLED them.
I was TOTALLY ON all night. My serve was magnificent, my backhand was deadly, my forehand was powerful.
I was a menace at the net. My volleying was superb. My lobs were perfectly placed. My footwork couldn't be beat.
I saw raw fear in my opponents' eyes. I won my first set 6-0. Our team captain remarked, "Wow, THB is playing so well tonight! She's a blur on the tennis court!"
When we left the match and headed home, I was feeling pretty good.
Then, getting out of the cab in front of my apartment building, I slipped on a patch of ice and went face-down into a pile of dirty snow.
My tennis skirt went flying up over my waist, and my bloomer-clad arse waved in the air for all to see for a full five minutes, while I spit muddy snow out and tried to stand up in the quagmire of slush and ice.
Yeah, not such fancy footwork after all. #
Monday, February 13, 2006
( 9:29 AM ) teahouse
Well, I wish I had more to say about this weekend, but right now I'm running late and trying to dig myself out of over 2 feet of snow that accumulated yesterday.
Why couldn't this have happened during the week, so we'd get a snow day like kids do?
Having grown up in the Deep South, I never saw snow as a kid. Deprived!
My coworker B homeschools his kids. Just to mess with him, I'm going to ask him today whether he's giving them a snow day. #
Friday, February 10, 2006
( 8:07 AM ) teahouse
A summary of my week:
Hours billed - 40
Hours slept - 35
Hours of sleep lost due to stress - 6
Hours praying - 1
Tae kwon do defensive moves learned - 5
Tae kwon do punches learned - 2
Tae kwon do kicks learned - 3
Miles run - 8
Tennis matches played - 2
Old geezer tennis opponents soundly defeated - 2
Hours practiced for upcoming orchestra concert - 1
Angry emails from clients - 4
Pounds lost - 5 (due to excessive exercising)
Hours wasted surfing the internet at work - 2
Cups of coffee consumed - n to the 8th power
Bottles of wine awaiting consumption over the weekend - at least 2
Hours of therapy anticipated will be necessary to get through next week - 1
Here's to a relaxing weekend!! #
Thursday, February 09, 2006
( 8:36 AM ) teahouse
Thanks for being so cool yesterday about that mixup with your bank account.
When I exercised my Power of Attorney privileges and opened that certificate of deposit for you, I had no idea that the bank would take the $2,500 out of the wrong savings account.
Therefore, even though it caused an overdraft on your account by over $1,000 and incurred a bunch of fees, that was the bank's fault, not mine.
But the fact that you were so cool about it, and didn't get upset, was really, really nice.
In fact, when you went online and saw the overdraft, you called me to make sure I was ok, not to yell at me for stealing your money and screwing up your account.
And you even said, "If you need money, you can take all you want, no questions asked."
But now it's all straightened out, the bank has apologized and refunded the overdraft fees, and all is well.
You are the best dad ever.
As a token of my appreciation, I hereby forgive you for not letting me go to the Milli Vanilli concert with my friends when I was 13, and they came to town, and I begged and pleaded and cried and said I'd die if I didn't go.
I see now that you had amazing foresight when you said, "$18.00 is too much to spend on a rock concert. Someday you'll thank me for this." #
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
( 9:12 AM ) teahouse
As a new devotee of a martial art, I've been learning how to yell things while I'm going through my movements.
I'm the newest student in many classes, so I have no idea what's going on. People breathe hard, they shout things in a foreign language, they yell.
I asked the instructor, "What am I supposed to be yelling?"
It turns out, I can yell whatever I want. I just let my body take over.
It's surprisingly hard to shout something like, "Hi-YAH!!" You'd think that it would be easy, but my demure self holds me back from it.
But during the last class, when I learned how to kick a large punching bag, I started to let it morph into various manifestations of my ugly past - mean ex boyfriends, angry clients, yelling partners.
After that, it was surprisingly easy.
Instead of shouts of indeterminate language, I was yelling things like, "You SUCK!" and "I HATE You!" and "You had a SMALL PENIS!" #
Monday, February 06, 2006
( 12:02 AM ) teahouse
The Blind Leading the Blind
Well, posting of my vacation photos has been delayed, pending my ongoing search for my camera battery. I think I packed it in the Boy's suitcase on the trip back.
Yesterday I went to a Superbowl party.
Well, it was hardly a party. I got together with 2 female coworkers. All 3 of our boyfriends happened to be out of town, so we decided to hang out together and watch the football game.
There should have been at least one guy there. The three of us had no idea what was going on.
Here were actual things said during the course of the evening:
"Yay, they scored a touchdown! Wait, why did the other team grab the ball and run the other way with it?"
"Who do you think has prettier color uniforms? The Steelers or the Seahawks?"
"So when the ball goes between the two goal posts, the referees hold their arms up, right?"
"Shouldn't the guy get a penalty for ripping the other guy's helmet off his head?"
(During the halftime show) "Ugh, Mick Jagger looks totally emaciated for a guy who's pushing 70! Do you think he's on heroin? He's got total toothpick legs!"
"Aww, look at the Steelers' coach. He's crying. Isn't that sweet?"
"That player really needs a haircut." #
Friday, February 03, 2006
( 12:04 AM ) teahouse
Sorry for the absence from blogging this week. I've had the week-after-vacation from hell.
It's like everyone knows I enjoyed myself away from the office last week, so they're punishing me by piling the work on.
On top of that, I've picked up a new hobby. I'm now taking classes in this martial art.
When I was a kid, the big mean kids on the playground teased me for being (among other things) small, Asian and female. I would scare them off by threatening to kick their asses with my martial arts prowess.
I'm lucky nobody ever called me on it.
Well, now I can start making good on those empty threats. #