Tuesday, 27 November 2012
We're still several days from December, and yet my house is fully decorated for Christmas (inside and out), I'm listening to Christmas music, and Christmas treats are baking in the oven. I'm ready. Bring it.
Lots of catching up to do. Where to start. How about waaaaay back in October...
- Brett and I went to Harvest Fest this year, where it poured for 1.5 days of the 3 day festival. It was wet and muddy and so much fun, and I have never been more thankful for my cheap Wal-mart rainboots. All the hippies walking around barefoot made me shudder. On the last night, they stopped the music and told everyone to go back to their campsites and get in their cars because of a huge storm blowing in. Our group (me, Brett, and several friends) was already back at camp stocking up on refreshments to take back to another friend's campsite, so we decided to stick around and wait it out. Ten minutes later we were all huddled under our giant canopy while the rain blew in sideways and tents flew in all directions. For the first ten minutes (during the worst of the storm) all I could think was that we had made a grave error by not seeking shelter in our automobile like they recommended. It calmed down a little after that, and after the storm had completely passed about half an hour later, we ventured out to witness campsites completely trashed, portapotties overturned (OMG), and just general chaos and destruction. We had made the wise decision to stake and tie all our tents and canopies together the first day when we were setting up camp, so our little homestead fared just fine. Phew. Luckily that was the last night of the festival, but wouldn't you know it, the next two days were freaking GORGEOUS. Bright blue skies and crisp fall air. If only Harvest had been two days later. We still made the most of the rain and mud, and had ourselves a blast while out there.
- I went to Vegas for a couple days for my company's yearly marketing summit. I know work conferences are supposed to be boring and ho-hum, but I LOVE our marketing summits. They're always so much fun, and they get me genuinely excited about my job again, which is something I desperately need after doing the same thing for over 3 years. Vegas was a blast as usual, especially the last night when our "event" consisted of everyone getting a crisp $50 to spend however we pleased, and a double-decker bus to take us up and down the strip. My company is awesome. We stayed at the Hard Rock which was equally awesome, except how did I not know that Hard Rock's theme was music and musicians? The only Hard Rock I've been to was in NYC, and it was Yankees themed. When I got back from Vegas, I was excitedly telling Brett how the Hard Rock we stayed at was music themed and they had all these musicians tour outfits on display and blah blah blah, and this was when he informed me that ALL Hard Rocks are music themed. I feel retarded.
- Halloween was fun. I was a viking and Brett was a monkey. Aren't we cute?
- November was a whirlwind. I found out on a Friday afternoon that my company wanted to send me to Los Angeles the next week to help transition a property we had acquired at USC. I ended up being out there for 2 weeks. It was lots of fun but lots of work, and I was a little disappointed I didn't get the chance to catch any shows while I was out there (especially Mumford and Sons...they played two sold out shows at the Hollywood Bowl. Gaaaaaaah.) I love LA though and had a great time while I was out there. And honestly, it was nice to do something different for a couple weeks as far as work was concerned. I'm really hoping this leads to more opportunities in my company.
- I did come home, at least back to Arkansas, for the weekend in between my two weeks in LA. I basically landed Friday afternoon, repacked a bag, and hopped in the car to Little Rock. Me, Geri, and Rose ran the Color Run on Saturday morning. For those unfamiliar, the Color Run is a 5k where they throw colored powder on you throughout the course. Obviously, it's not a super competitive race but it was a hoot and something to cross off my bucket list.
Pre-race. That's Rose, Geri, and myself on the far right. Far left are Rose's friends whose names I don't recall because I'm an asshole.
First color station...PINK!
Post race. You can't see in the pic, but Geri had purple powder in her teeth, I had orange all over the side of my face, and Rose had a big yellow ring around one eye, making her look like a technicolor puppy dog. :)
Me and Geri (trying to show her purple teeth.)
Post race color party. They had packets of color dust you could buy for the festivities. So cool.
- That night we got all dolled up and went to the illustrious Discovery club. Yes, we are wearing wigs (I'm sure you didn't notice.)
How YOU doin'?
I'm...not really sure either.
And now we're all caught up. :)
Thursday, 01 November 2012
I do not feel like myself. These past two (three?) weeks have been hella busy, hella fun, and hella stressful all at the same time. I've eaten fast food nearly every day this week for lunch, and my dinners have generally consisted of the cheese cubes and summer sausage left over from last weekend's Halloween party. I've consumed more caffeine than I thought was humanly possible, including a Route 44 Dr. Pepper earlier this week from Sonic. (WHO THE HELL NEEDS 44 OUNCES OF SODA? Me. I do. Don't judge.) I can't remember the last time I did anything that qualified as working out, unless you count the pole dancing class I attended tonight that consisting of me flinging myself around for an hour like the uncoordinated floozie I am.
So needless to say, I feel like poop. Tired, sluggish, over-caffeinated, bloated, and gross. I feel like I need to eat a giant bag of spinach, wash it down with a gallon of water, and sleep for 12 hours. Then get up and hit the gym for an hour. I'm going to make a concentrated effort to clean up my act this weekend. I'm supposed to run a 5k next weekend in Little Rock with some friends, and our trip to Punta Cana is in less than 3 months, yet I feel like a greasy bag of summer sausage that's been left out in the sun. Time to clean it up and start fresh.
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
Despite the temps continuing to hover in the mid to upper 80s in this neck of the woods, I have still managed to acquire my first cold of the fall season. It started with a scratchy throat Sunday morning, and has since blossomed into a thriving organism hellbent on making my life miserable. I swung by Wal-greens yesterday after work to get cold medication and some of those zinc throat lozenges that are supposed to shorten the duration of your cold. Am I the only one completely baffled by the vast selection of cold remedies? I stood in the cold and flu aisle for a good 30 minutes, reading the back of nearly every single medication offered, and yet still managed to come home with some sort of cold and flu capsules that were fairly worthless. Today my boss took pity on my mewling, sniffling self and sent me back to Wal-greens to procure some Claritin-D. This shit is totes amazeballs. Sniffles, watery eyes, sneezing, all gone. My main concern about using anything with an antihistamine is that it always makes me drowsy, and I'm certain it doesn't help that I primarily use Benadryl to help me fall asleep when I'm super stressed out and can't unwind. But Claritin-D...wow. I understand now why they keep the good shit behind the pharmacy counter. Oh sure, I had to show my driver's license and pretty much sign away my first born, but it was hella worth it. I LOVE DRUGS.
Speaking of things that are totes amazeballs, last night Brett and I went to see the Jimmy Herring Band at George's. (For those not in the know, Jimmy Herring is the lead guitarist for Widespread Panic, one of my favorite bands and hands down the sole reason for Brett's living.) Brett had warned me that Jimmy's solo stuff was pretty jazzy (and all instrumental), and even though I'm not a huge fan of jazz, I am a huge, huge fan of live music. So off we went. I took it as a good sign when a random fellow hippy offered me a free ticket at the door (that would have otherwise cost me $15.) Oh my goodness...the show was incredible. They did a version of Led Zeppelin's "Since I've Been Loving You" that had the entire audience transfixed. I LOVE moments that like during a show - when you look around and everyone has the unmistakeable look of "Holy shit, we are witnessing something INCREDIBLE" on their face. It was definitely one of the more memorable shows I've seen at George's, and one of my top 3 of the year so far. I don't think it's farfetched to say that Jimmy Herring is one of the best guitar players alive today.
In addition to last night's show being completely face melting, I met several other people who are going to Panic en la Playa. This is the huge trip Brett and I are taking in January that I briefly mentioned a few weeks ago. Widespread Panic has been on hiatus for awhile now (over a year, I believe), save for random shows here and there (I think they have one planned for NYE in North Carolina.) Instead, they have started doing 3-4 night runs in resorts. The first one was in La Playa, Mexico (hence the name.) I attempted to get us tickets, but they sold out in literally seconds. This year's event is in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. I guess my trigger finger was on point the day tickets went on sale, because at precisely 11am Central Time, I logged in, booked a room, and bam - we were headed to paradise. I was literally shaking while trying to type in my credit card number. I took a screen shot of my reservation confirmation, printed it out, then logged into my email and also printed out that confirmation. I was so worried that somehow my reservation wasn't legit. About 20 minutes later, I received a phone call from the travel agency handling the event, congratulating me on getting a room. Ho-lee shitballs.
Needless to say, we are both hella excited. An all inclusive 4 night stay at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino, with Panic playing a 3-4 hour set every. single. night. Hold me.
Of course, in true girl fashion, one of my biggest concerns is not gaining a million pounds this winter. I'm kidding, it's not my biggest concern, because that makes me sound shallow and vain. But I will admit, the thought of having to wear a swimsuit in public in the middle of winter concerns me. It's like the first time you wear shorts in the spring, with your pasty pale legs being exposed to sunshine for the first time in months. I always just feel so self conscious, after having my fat rolls and dimples safely stowed away in sweatpants and hoodies all winter. I was doing so well at working out back in the summer, to the point where even Brett was noticing my stomach was getting flatter, arms more defined, and so on. I need to get back on that bandwagon, stat. Not just so I'll look decent in a swimsuit, but because I also miss how incredibly awesome I felt, physically and mentally, after a kick ass workout. As soon as I can kick this cold, I'm going to do my darnedest to make it into the gym 3-4 times a week.
Speaking of, I should probably get my rear in bed. Staying out late last night for the show did wonders for my mental health, but I'm certain it didn't help me physically at all. Time to pop some Benadryl and call it a night.
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
Out of over 600 applicants, Brett was 1 of only 20 to snag an interview with a very large, well known company. (I don't want to get too specific in case of a google-happy HR department.) The interview went well, but the big news is that another company indicated they have an opening that Brett would be perfect for. In the United Kingdom.
My initial reaction was WHAT THE FUCK. Followed immediately by WHAT THE FUCK. I'm still not entirely sure what to think. It would be awesome. It would totally suck. It would be the adventure of a lifetime. It would be the scariest thing ever. More importantly, do they have Target in Great Britain? (they don't. sigh.)
Honestly at this point, there's so many things that have to occur to take us from point A to point B (point B being moving overseas), that I haven't given it too much serious thought. I did glance over the Wiki page for the UK, because like most Americans, I'm an ignorant asshole when it comes to anything outside the 50 states. LET'S GIVE IT UP FOR OUR EDUCATION SYSTEM, YO.
One thing I do keep thinking about is my habit of picking up the accent of those around me. I'm totally going to become one of those assholes who picks up a fake British accent. Like Madonna or Gwyneth Paltrow. Except when combined with my Southern accent, I'm going to end up sounding like this:
I love Anna Faris.
So that's been today's crazy daydream. Packin' up and movin' to the motherland. (I don't know anyone who calls it that.)
Sunday, 16 September 2012
Arkansas is collectively licking its wounds from yesterday's game against Alabama. It was nasty. I don't think anyone really thought we had a shot at beating Bama (they are ranked #1 in the nation for a reason), but personally I was at least hoping we would lose because Bama was the better team, not because we played poorly. Unfortunately that wasn't the case. The first half showed so much promise and potential, but it was the same song and dance that tends to plague Arkansas season after season, in that after halftime, we looked like a completely different team. Mainly, a team that let Bama run over us, 0-52. Ouch.
What I don't think anyone is realizing though, is that we still have the potential to have a 10-2 season, maybe 9-3, depending on how we play against LSU (who is currently #2 in the nation, might I point out.) Yes, we lost against ULM last weekend, in a HUGE upset (so huge, I heard that a popular betting website refunded everyone's money who had bet on Arkansas. Which honestly seems unlikely...aren't upsets like last weekend part of the gamble? Yes, the odds were slim that ULM would beat us, but that's basically what gambling is all about...betting on odds!) And yeah, we definitely got our little red piggy rump handed to us yesterday against Bama. But again, they're ranked #1 for a reason. We haven't beaten Bama since 2006. As much as it pains me to admit this, I think Alabama could give pretty much any NFL team a run for their money.
I think if Tyler Wilson had been able to play yesterday, it would've been a very different game. Would we have won? No way. But I think we would've at least been capable of putting points on the board. We were ranked #10 at the start of the season for a reason...because we're a good team. I STILL think we're a good team! An upset no one could foresee, followed by losing to the #1 team in the nation doesn't suddenly mean we're shit. And for everyone calling for John L's head on a platter - think about it. If we fire John L now, we're right back where we were this past April when Petrino gave us all the giant middle finger as he rode off into the sunset (and subsequently into the ditch.) Everyone knew John L wasn't the permanent answer to this situation when Jeff Long hired him. Is John L head coach material? No way. But I feel like we're doing what we can with the situation that has been given to us.
Anyway, that's just my 2 cents. (I posted an abbreviated version on my facebook earlier, so apologies if you are being bombarded with my 2 cents.) Obviously there are far more substantial problems in the world right now than the fact that our football team isn't performing up to par. Which is my little rant is on my blog (and facebook) instead of say, the front page of the New York Times. Woo Pig.
Enough sports talk. On to the flotsam.
- I STILL have mice. This was made none more evident than yesterday evening when I was in my kitchen getting something to drink and I could distinctly hear the little fucker scratching around in the cabinets and drawers underneath the counter. I pulled everything out from said cabinets and drawers, and left them standing open all night in hopes the little fucker would step out for a smoke and Sticks would nab it (she now spends all her time huddled in kitten loaf form in the kitchen, because of all the scratching and shenanigans going on inside the cabinets.) No dice. Unless of course she did nab it and has securely stashed its carcass somewhere like last time. I'm making a point to not burn any candles inside the house this week in order to more easily detect any stench of death.
- From this point forward mice will be referred to as "little fuckers". This is because if I refer to them as mice, or mousie, or anything else cutesy, I start feeling sympathy towards them. They're just trying to seek shelter! Mice need love too! The mice and I can peacefully coexist within the same house! This is the kind of thinking that causes me to wail pitifully when I hear the mouse trap go off in the other room. This is also the kind of thinking that gets you on an episode of Hoarders.
- Currently I can hear my cat in the bedroom chewing on a Wal-mart sack. She doesn't try to eat them, she just likes chewing on them. If she spies an empty Wal-mart sack on the table, she'll jump up and pull it down to the floor in order to chew on it. I'm trying to make pets out of the rodents in my house. My cat is snacking on shopping bags. Welcome to my home. WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING.
- It's finally starting to feel like fall in Fayetteville, which means I have been consumed with thinking MUST BUY ALL THE BOOTS. I purchased these sexy beasts the other day:
Are those not the most badass shoes EVAR? I've been prancing around in them all weekend around my house to make sure I can handle their sexiness in public (i.e. not fall flat on my face.) I am seriously so pumped about these shoes that I was downright giddy when I left the store with them in tow.
- Speaking of sex-ay, I signed up for pole dancing fitness classes and had my first class recently. It sounds scandalous, but trust me, my moves are not seducing anyone anytime soon. At this rate, people would probably stick dollar bills in my underwear to get me to STOP dancing. But it was fun, and a great workout (my quads are still sore, and the class was 5 days ago.) I actually came home and priced poles online, but unfortunately a stripper pole just isn't in the budget right now. Sad face.
- I start banjo lessons this week too. I'm taking them through the Fayetteville Adult Education Center. They usually offer classes on Microsoft Office, resume writing, and so on, but they also offer creative classes like painting, writing, etc, so I was thrilled to see when they added banjo to their offerings. The class is taught by a local musician who is fairly well known and quite good at banjo, and there is no way I could afford to take lessons from him personally, so I am super stoked about this opportunity. Plus, he looks like he could be a permanent fixture at Silver Dollar City...bushy silver mustache, sideburns, etc, which is always a plus when you're playing banjo, right?
- Brett left for Houston early this morning for a job expo. He was very anxious about this trip. I think the stress of trying to finish up his thesis and find a job is starting to wear on him. Plus I know he's tired of being a college student and tired of being a bartender, and very ready to re-enter the world of being a working productive adult with a career. It breaks my heart to see him so anxious and unhappy. Tuesday is when interviews take place, so prayers and good vibes would definitely be appreciated.
- I'm spending today going through my MASSIVE shoe collection, in an effort to weed out the pairs I'm not 100% in love with. I have so many shoes, and for the most part, they just stay stacked in my closet in their boxes. I'm hoping to get rid of several pairs, but to also find a new way to store the ones I like so they're more easily accessible, so that hopefully I will start wearing them more. I'm sure it will be a thrilling day - my cat chewing on shopping bags, mice hanging out in the kitchen, me sashaying around the house in sweatpants and heels. Rowr.
Saturday, 25 August 2012
So I survived yet another year of Turn. It actually went spectacularly well, by far the least stressful of the 3 Turns I have suffered through thus far. We did several things different this year and those things made all the difference. Things went so much smoothly throughout the whole process that we often found ourselves worrying that we had completely forgotten something and would realize it at the eleventh hour the night before move in day. But, that eleventh hour never came. In past years we've been there up until midnight or later the night prior to move in day, and we only called it a night simply because we had no more energy. This year, we were done by 9pm, and we left because there was nothing left to do...every single apartment had been painted, cleaned, maintenance performed, with a complimentary 4 pack of Red Bull deposited in the fridge. Move in day went just as well. I kept waiting for the hordes of people to descend upon us, but it was just a slow, steady stream all day. To illustrate the difference between this year's move in day and last year's, I present my facebook status from that night:
Well we survived move in day...Last year's move in day was like waking up next to Lindsay Lohan after a night of doing bath salts. This year's move in day was like waking up next to Mila Kunis after a night of drinking Cristal.
So far I like our new residents too. Polite, well mannered young adults who say please and thank you. It gives me hope, and I find myself once again enjoying my job. Life is good.
Well not that good, because the other night I had the pleasure of finding a bloated, maggot covered dead mouse in my living room. The joys of having a cat! I've been having trouble with mice recently, basically in that they have set up residence in my humble abode. I bought some traps and caught one in the kitchen, and foolishly thought that was the end of it. In the meantime, the inside of my house started to develop an obnoxious odor, which I attributed to the chicken scraps in the kitchen trash. After I took the trash out however, the smell lingered, and then it seemed my living room was suddenly filled with massive black flies (not your typical housefly variety either, I'm talking HUGE horsefly looking motherfuckers.) Oh, smells like death and there's black flies everywhere? Those sure were some pungent chicken scraps! Yes, I am an idiot and didn't put two and two together until Brett was helping me tidy up the living room and found the bloated rotting culprit whilst sweeping around the entertainment center. EWW and GROSS and SWEET JESUS THAT IS DISGUSTING. I consider myself very independent, I'm not one to call upon my boyfriend everytime there is something "icky" to be done around the house (the mouse I caught in the trap was all my own doing...I baited and set the trap myself, caught the mouse within a few hours, and disposed of the evidence. And then cried because I felt sorry for the mouse BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT OF THIS STORY.) But all I can say is I'm so glad it was Brett that found, and subsequently disposed of, the maggot covered carcass. Because if it had been me, I would probably still be doing the OMG DEAD BLOATED MOUSE AND IT'S COVERED IN WOOOOOOORMS dance around my living room.
The funny thing is this whole time I've been having trouble with the mice, Brett and I have verbally mocking Sweet Sticks for failing to live up to her duties as a house cat. I guess the joke's on us. Sorry kitty. Lesson learned. Next time though, just leave your trophy out in the open where I can find it, instead of tucking it away behind a piece of furniture, mmkay?
Hey, who's hungry now! I made Honey Apple Pork Loin in the crockpot last Sunday. It was tasty, but it was absolutely delicious the next day as leftovers. Tonight I attempted The Best Broccoli of Your Life, and learned there is a very big difference between caramelizing something and absolutely burning the shit out of it. Next time I'm going to try a shorter cooking time and not cutting the florets so small. Tomorrow I'm going to try making Chicken Cordon Bleu in the crockpot. I'm also dying to try this Pumpkin Pie Milkshake with Bourbon. I might whip these up next weekend with the family.
So yes, next weekend my brother is flying in from Brooklyn, and my sister and brother-in-law are making the trek up from Little Rock, and I am SO EXCITED. The icing on the cake would be if my sister-in-law could also make it, but I guess I'll just have to drink her pumpkin pie milkshake (DON'T FORGET THE BOURBON) for her. You make sacrifices for family.
This weekend is the Fayetteville Folk Festival, and Brett and I are about to meet some friends up at George's for an evening of dancin' and whiskey drinkin', so I must bid you farewell. I'm hoping to update soon about how Brett and I scored tickets to this magical event, and thus will be going to the Dominican Republic for 5 days in January. Yes, you read that correctly. I'm still in disbelief.
But first, dancing must take place.
Thursday, 26 July 2012
I think my cat is sad and depressed, and that, in turn, is making me sad and depressed.
It started a few weeks ago, when I drug my worn, beat up loveseat out to the curb and arranged for the city to pick it up. It was quite satisfying, as it was in such bad condition that even the Salvation Army refused to take it, on account of the massive hole Sticks had ripped in the side. Since it sat in front of the window in the living room, she often liked to perch on top of it to see out, which meant the top of the cushions had also become worn down and filthy from her constantly being up there. So, to the curb it went. And that's when Sticks started acting sad. All she does now is huddle on the far side of the dining room. She was the only one who ever sat on the loveseat, and she used the side to sharpen her claws (hence the giant hole), so I feel like I've gotten rid of her hang out spot. And now she doesn't know what to do with herself. I did go buy her a cardboard scratch pad thingy, that came with a bag of catnip. She seemed to really like it for about half an hour, until the catnip wore off, and she was back to her somber little self. Oh kitty, that's just how the real world works. The drugs wear off, and you're left with reality.
We're also still battling the fleas here, much to the chagrin of my poor eaten up kitty (and my poor eaten up ankles.) You're not supposed to apply Frontline more than once every 30 days, and I've never been a big fan of flea collars, on account of them basically just being necklaces of chemicals, so I was searching for something else I could use on her to keep them at bay. I found this spray stuff for cats that looked promising, until I noticed the warning on the label instructing you to call the Poison Control Center in the case of ingestion. Apparently the makers of this spray aren't aware that cats like to lick themselves. A lot.
So that about sums it up. Just me, my depressed kitty, and approximately eleventy hojillion fleas, give or take. Blah.
Well I had totally intended to counterbalance all this depressing news about my depressed cat with witty tales that would produce gales of laughter (I think that is the first time I've ever used the word "gales". No shit.) But it is late, and I am old, and tired, and everything is wrooooooooooooooooong.
Actually I'm just tired. To bed I go.
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
I have been a cooking fool lately. My fridge is currently so stuffed with leftovers and bags of produce and little plastic containers of herbs that there is no way I can hope to eat or cook it all before it goes bad. Which is sad, because the leftovers are quite yummy and the produce and herbs are all from the Fayetteville Farmer's Market. Here's what I've made recently, for those who want to play along at home:
- Spicy Refrigerator Dill Pickles - I attempted these last summer and they didn't turn out so great, but I think it's because I waited until the cucumbers were almost past their prime before getting them started, and because I got them out every day to taste test them, which I think may have disrupted the 10 day brewing process. This time I got them going the day after I bought them at the farmer's market, and I have vowed to not touch them until they are done (although I will confess, I did just get them out and take a tiny sip of the brine and sweet jesus. So good.)
- Eggplant Sandwiches - I scored some eggplant at the farmer's market at well, but wanted to try something new other than my usual method of dipping slices in egg and frying them in the skillet. So I tried out this little sandwich recipe and had great results. Broiled eggplant, garlic mayo, basil, tomato, and feta cheese. I could eat this combo every day.
- Spinach Enchiladas Verde - These turned out sooo good, and it saddens me that it will probably be part of the leftovers I end up having to throw out. I used spinach from the market and took some liberties with the recipe, including adding ranch style black beans and a liberal sprinkling of cumin inside each enchilada before rolling it up. Brett had already eaten dinner when he came over the night I made them, but he ended up having two helpings. Maybe I can pawn the leftovers off on him so at least someone will be able to enjoy their deliciousness.
- Pineapple Tequila Cooler - I made this drink to go along with the enchiladas...it's basically a pineapple jalapeno margarita. These things are dangerously tasty. I slurped down two of them in record time. Instead of messing with a fresh pineapple, I just used a can of pineapple slices, drained (actually two cans, because I doubled the recipe.) Although I think next time I might just try using pineapple juice, because even though we mixed the hell out of this drink in the blender, it was still quite pulpy. Also it doesn't keep very well in the fridge, so I doubt I'll bother doubling the recipe in the future, unless I'm making them for a group or just planning a solo evening of bad decisions.
- Cucumber Avocado Salad Dressing - This stuff was interesting. I originally decided to make it because I've yet to find a store bought salad dressing that I can tolerate, with the exception of ranch, which has approximately a hojillion calories per serving (give or take.) This recipe isn't exactly low fat (olive oil and avocados are 2 main ingredients) but I figured it was at least healthy fat. So far I'm on the fence about it. It is tasty, but it's almost too thick to use as salad dressing, like the consistency of sour cream. And it tastes so much like guacamole, I assume from the avocados and cilantro, that it didn't really mesh well with the salad I put it on. I could see this being tasty on a sandwich or in a wrap, but I hardly ever make sandwiches or wraps, so I doubt I'll make this dressing again.
Something else I've got cooking up in my house is apparently an all you can eat Paige buffet. My humble abode has somehow managed to acquire a healthy thriving community of FLEAS (cue horror music.) I'm at a loss as to how this has happened. Sticks is an indoor kitty and I'm diligent about using Frontline on her in the warmer months. Plus, I just bombed my house and sprayed the hell out of it about a week ago because I was being overrun with itty bitty baby spiders (I think an egg sac must have hatched in the basement, because tiny spiders were ALL OVER the side of the dining room where my basement stairs emerge.) (Also, if I die having never uttered the phrase "I think an egg sac must have hatched in the basement" ever again, I WILL DIE QUITE HAPPY.) The bomb and inspect spray worked great; I haven't seen a single spider, rolly polly, gnat, cricket, etc, in my house since. Just these FIFTY MILLION FLEAS happily feasting on my ankles. I don't even think they're bothering the cat, because she has Frontline on. Perhaps I shall Frontline myself.
I'm at a loss as to how to treat this infestation. I've dealt with fleas before, but that was when my living quarters were carpeted. My floor in my current house is all tile. I bought some sprinkly stuff and thoroughly doused the sofa and loveseat, then vacuumed it up after the allotted time. I also bought some spray stuff and sprayed down my baseboards, curtains, and chairs. I checked Sticks and didn't find a single flea on her (and yet I somehow acquired a flea bite this evening on my freaking panty line WHAT IN THE FRESH HELL.)
So...that's what's been going on. Feasting whilst being feasted on. Brett was giving me his sympathy for having to deal with the fleas and I made the comment that it's just a first world problem. Then it dawned on me that this could very well be a third world problem too and FINALLY, SOMETHING I DON'T HAVE TO FEEL GUILTY FOR WHINING ABOUT.
I'm headed to Brett's for the evening. This buffet ain't open all night, you know.
Monday, 21 May 2012
I ran the Hillbilly Porkchop Roundup 5k on Saturday in Fort Smith. It was fun, but HO-LEE SHIT. So freaking hard. 3.1 miles of sand, mud, and obstacles. All in the dead heat of the day. My favorite obstacle was the giant foam slide that flung you into a huge mud pit. Here are pics of me doing just that. Yes, in those last few photos I am grabbing my own boobs rather enthusiastically, but I hit the water with such force that I wanted to make sure a wardrobe malfunction had not occurred. My least favorite obstacle was a large climbing wall (probably about 10 feet high). The climbing wasn't super difficult, but once you got to the top, it was a straight drop down to a cushioned pad below on the ground. And in order to not bounce right off it, you basically had to push yourself off the ledge and land on your butt. I had a minor meltdown at the top of the ledge but realized the longer I sat up there, the more likely I was going to hypervenilate and fall off the damn thing.
I finished in just under a hour, which was pretty good considering when we weren't slogging through mud, the only other running surface was SAND. Who the hell can run in sand? Not this fat ass, that's for damn sure. My shins have been KILLING me ever since the race. I would do unspeakable things for a leg massage right now. (Actually I wouldn't, because my boyfriend, who is a saint, has been freely doling out the rubdowns ever since I started working out about a month ago. I am the luckiest girl ever, I swear.)
Overall the race went well, but could've been a little better organized. They advised us to arrive at least an hour before our start time in order to have plenty of time to park and pick up our packet, but it only took us about 15 minutes to do both. And the races were running 30 minutes behind schedule, so we ended up standing around in the hot sun for a good hour and a half before we even ran. Guess who got fried like a piece of bacon? Even the part in my hair is burnt. Ouch. Thankfully I wear sunscreen on my face every day, so my moneymaker was spared. There was also a water truck hosing people off after they raced, but for some reason after our race, the water truck wasn't spraying. So that kind of sucked, having to load back up in the car and drive an hour back to Fayetteville still completely covered in mud and filth. It was still a good time though and I'm glad I did it.
They encourage dressing up in costume for the race, but I didn't want to mess around coming up with a costume I knew was just going to end up completely trashed. So instead the night before Brett and I hit up Hot Topic (the gothy/punk store in the mall that Paige circa 1995 would've adored), where I scored these bad boys:
Tell me you do not love these socks.
There were several groups dressed up in full costume, including a husband/wife team that had on honest to goodness Dickies overalls. I am just in awe that someone could run 3 miles in overalls in 90 degree weather. That is amazing.
It was a good weekend. I'd like to keep doing 5ks, and it seems "theme races" like this past weekend have become all the rage lately, so it should be pretty easy to find fun, local-ish races to participate in.
I had a lot more to talk about, like how Brett and I have decided to go to Wakarusa (insert fist-pumps) but this old lady is fighting back sleep. Adios.
Tuesday, 08 May 2012
Holy mother of god I am exhausted.
Brett texted me earlier asking if I wanted to go out tonight. He has some friends who are in town tonight from out west ("out west" makes it sound like they are old cowboys or something. In truth I can't remember if they're from Colorado or Montana. Thus, "out west".) The problem is he probably won't get off work and back into Fayetteville until at least 11pm. There is no way I am going to be able to hit Dickson at 11pm, and be expected to get up at 6:30am tomorrow morning to work out for an entire hour. At least this rate I'll be lucky to even still be awake come 11pm.
So...working out. It's going well. This is my last week to meet with Caleb, on account of him going to central Arkansas for 3 weeks for a certification class he's taking. I'll be 3 sessions shy of what I paid for, so the plan is to meet with him for one more week after he gets back in June. Which means it will be up to me to keep up the momentum we've got going. I'm a little worried about this. If I can get my ass out of bed in the mornings and continue working out at 7am like we've been doing, I'll do fine. The problem is there is very little to motivate me to get out of bed at 7am. The only reason I'm doing it now is because it would be rude to not show up. But I know if I don't get in there and bust it out in the mornings, it will NEVER happen in the evenings. Too many distractions...working late, hitting up happy hour, or just the overwhelming desire to get comfy in the ass-shaped dent in my sofa.
Anyway, we shall see how this goes. I did manage to get up this morning, on my own accord, and run for 30 minutes. So maybe there's hope after all.
This past weekend Brett and I went to Tulsa to see Roger Waters perform The Wall. Yes, THE Roger Waters from THE band Pink Floyd. Holy. Fucking. Shit. I have never, in all my years of concert-going, seen anything like it. It was INCREDIBLE. So mind blowing that I feel horribly inadequate just trying to describe how incredibly amazing it was. I can say with absolute certainty that it was hands down the best show I have ever seen. The funny thing is even though I've listened to Pink Floyd since I was a teenager (hasn't everyone?) I've never seen the actual movie The Wall. I owned the album back in the day, but like most of my high school music collection, it got lost in the shuffle or stolen or borrowed. But I never watched the movie because it just seemed fucked up and weird, and at some point in my late teens/early 20s I made a conscious decision to not engage in things I deemed fucked up and weird (this is also the reason I've never seen Clockwork Orange, and why I stopped reading Anne Rice novels. Welcome to my inner psychoses! Won't you stay awhile?) So while I was somewhat familiar with the story line, I really had no idea what to expect. It was insane. I think I watched the whole thing with my mouth hanging open. My absolute favorite was "Comfortably Numb". This video is a little fuzzy, but goddamn, if that guitar solo doesn't make you want to weep, then there is something wrong with you, my friend.
(Yes, I cried. Brett cried. The older gentleman sitting next to me who last saw Pink Floyd 40 years ago cried. If you get a chance to see The Wall, I strongly insist you bring tissues with you. Even if you are the manliest man to ever man. Trust me.)
So basically ever since Saturday night, I've been listening to nothing but Pink Floyd, whilst plotting ways to catch another viewing of The Wall before the tour ends in July. They're going to be at Yankee Stadium for 2 consecutive nights in July, but OF COURSE I cannot take off from work. Just like I'm going to miss My Morning Jacket playing 2 nights at Red Rocks in August. Which leads me to a totally different subject...I hate my job. I am so utterly, totally over it. Which is really unfortunate, because this is not the time to be disliking my job, because I'm about to get a new property manager, a whole new staff, AND we're about to be staring Turn dead in its overworked underpaid face. I don't think I will be searching for another job in the student housing industry after we move in the fall. It's because of what I've said a million times...I like the work, hate the client base. I've already started mentally preparing myself for the inevitable verbal abuse that is going to start increasing as more angry parents call us about whatever they're worked into a lather over. It will be a miracle if I make it through another Turn without flipping out and telling everyone to go fuck themselves. THAT should be a fun day at work.
But, I digress. If you get a chance to see The Wall, by all means, DO IT. Yes, the ticket prices are a little higher than usual, but it is so, so, so very worth it.
And on that note, I am off to get some much needed sleep.
I just did a quick scan of this post after publishing, and good grief, the typos and errors are rich and plentiful with this one. Alas, I am too tired to care.
Musician I Am Currently In Love With:
Every single member of Arcade Fire. I am obsessed with the song Suburban War.