Thirtysomething

Thinking

That all this hype better amount to some major accumulation.

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What Brightened My Morning

Bill Hemmer, CNN morning anchor (and my future husband) commenting on his favorite Oscar moment: "The back of Hillary Swank's dress" followed by Hemmer growling like a tiger.

On the morning news. Professionalism at an all new level.

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Curse You

So 31 days until Easter and I already have $15 in the I-gave-up-cursing-for-Lent charity fund.

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If You

If you were to live anywhere else than where you currently live, a place completely different from where you live now, where would it be?

So it would be tempting to say I would want to live at the beach, because I do, in fact, want to live at the beach. But I've always wondered what it would be like to own a lot of land. perhaps my Irish immigrant heritage coming through. I think I would love to live in Montana on a ranch. Completely different from what I'm used to, but I think it would be neat.

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 6:33 AM 1 comments

Sidelined (Again)

This morning, I woke up to pain travelling from my neck to the middle of my back again. While the back/neck issue from a couple of weeks ago had never really resolved itself, it had been much better. Until this morning, that is. Now, as an added bonus, I've got strange sensations running down one arm. That doesn't sound too good, does it? If I was about 20 years older, I would seriously think I was having a heart attack.

A call to my doctor landed me an appointment for next Wednesday, which is fantastic, assuming I'm not paralyzed from the neck down by then. I love HMOs!

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Whopper

Has anyone seen the new Burger King commercial, with (I think) Hootie and the Blowfish frontman?

Oh. My. God.

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How to Annoy Me

Tell me it isn't Thursday. In my mind, it's Thursday, stupid calendar!

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Amazed

I'm totally amazed. We were visiting Ron's parents this weekend and his niece was there. For 3 full hours she was consumed with playing educational games on the computer. On. The. Computer.

I haven't the first clue about these games, but there's a bear that his niece clicks on and the bear gives her directions about different activities, like putting puzzle pieces together, counting, painting, memory games, etc. There was this one activity that involved counting and revolved around making cake batter. There was a big bowl and the bear would tell you that you needed 3 cups of flour. So Ron's niece would click on the flour bowl (there was a flour bowl, a sugar bowl, and a couple of other bowls with chocolate chips, etc. How did she know which one was the flour bowl? She can't read!) and drag over 1 cup of flour, three times, 1-2-3, into the bowl. Same with the sugar.

This kid was a whiz at using a mouse. She was clicking and dragging and posting game pieces like a pro. Didn't need to look at the mouse, was just glued to the screen.

This kid is three years old.

I feel so inadequate.

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 7:09 AM 1 comments

Song of the Day

Because it's stuck in my head is "Collide" by Howie Day.

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Falling Under the Category of "Inappropriate"

Wearing any sort of pant with writing across the butt.

In church.

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Tan

My beloved is home. And tan. I'm outraged. I mean isn't it bad enough that he went on vacation WITHOUT me, but then he has the audacity to flaunt it in my face with a tan? C'mon now.

Also, I'm now the proud owner of a Mickey Mouse t-shirt. Somebody kill me.

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Sidelined

I haven't been working out hard enough. After slacking off most of December, I picked back up last month, but not with the same fervor I previously had. Partly because the gym is more crowded. Partly because I become sloth-like during the winter. So I've still been going about 4-5 times a week, but only for about 20-30 minutes each time. Not good enough.

Last Wednesday I did some new yoga at home. I'm not sure if that's why I woke up with a pulled back muscle on Thursday. It was annoying and somewhat painful, but I did a light work out on Friday anyway.

Boy, was that a mistake. By late Friday night, I had a hard time moving my head. When I woke up Saturday morning, I immediately knew that something was very wrong. Moving my head in any direction was tremendously painful, the kind of pain that radiated from my back all the way up through my neck and arms. Pulling myself up from a reclining position required an act of God and me rolling onto the floor. Nothing seemed to alleviate the pain. I couldn't raise my arms above my head, which made washing my hair and interesting adventure.

My friend Kimberly, who came to visit that day, spent alot of time laughing at me because, since I couldn't turn my head, I would have to make a full body turn to see anything to my left or right.

It still hurts a little, but it's 99.9% better. I took a couple of days off from the gym and made a half hearted return last night. I did the treadmill and elipitical for a bit. I lifted a bit too, but grand total, I was there for only about 30 minutes.

I need to push myself harder. I just need to find some inspiration.

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How to Charm Me

Have chocolates sent to my office.

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 7:52 AM 1 comments

How to Annoy Me

Be on vacation with your family.

On Valentine's Day.

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 7:50 AM 1 comments

Where Are You Going?

Back in July 2002, I decided to take a road trip with a guy I was seeing, in the most casual of terms. We agreed to meet in Miami, and then drive down to Key West, kick around for a few days, and then drive back up the East Coast, stopping off in select cities.

It was an advernture. Neither of us had ever been to Key West. Or to Savannah, or Charleston for that matter. We had most definitely never spent extended time together. An adventure for sure. Days on the beach, swimming, seeing sounthern most points, experiencing the laid back world of southern charm. I am no fool. I knew you didn't take that sort of trip and expect the relationship to remain unchanged.

Those 10 days in July found us in an un-airconditioned Jeep for hours on end, with the top up to keep us from frying, but with the windows out to get some ventilation. There was something about those moments, driving through the South, with our luggage packed behind us and the open road in front. We were sweltering in our tank tops, singing along to the radio. Around that time, the song "Where Are You Going" was on the radio repeatedly. Whenever it came on, I looked at him and he looked at me and there was an understanding that we didn't know where we were going, but we were going there together. That song defined the moment and has defined our relationship ever since.


Where are you going
With your long face pulling down,
don't hide away
Like an ocean that you can't see but you can smell
And the sound of the waves crash down

I am no superman
I have no reasons for you
And I am no hero, oh, that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Where you are is where I belong
I do know where you go
Is where I want to be
Where are you going?
Where do you go?

Are you looking for answers to questions under the stars?
If along the way
You are grown weary you can rest with me until
A brighter day and you're OK

I am no superman,
I have no answers for you
I am no hero, oh, that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Where you are is where I belong
I do know where you goIs where I want to be.
Where are you going?
Where do you go?
Where are you going?
Where?
Let's go.

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 7:33 AM 0 comments

Yum

So Christy is totally right: you could live off of Michelle's biscuit topping alone! Thanks for a fab dinner.

Tonight is a drinks and (hopefully) greasy food with a colleague. Tomorrow a friend or two is/are coming to town for a little girl time. Which will result in said friends passing out on my floor tomorrow night.

Sunday is a day of rest.

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Sweet? Not So Much

So the other night, I caught a few minutes of the most awful reality show I've seen. And that's saying something because I've seen episodes of "The Real Gilligan's Island". Anyway, I was flipping channels when I came across MTV's My Super Sweet 16. Oh. My. God. The part that I saw, the part that I saw before I had to turn it off, involved a dad trying to set up a sweet 16 part for HIS SON at a tennis club with "exotic dancers". The dad actually took his son to a club to pick out which dancers he wanted to dance IN CAGES at the party. Now, they weren't actual strippers, but c'mon. The party is going to cost a LOT of money and the son was giving the dad a LOT of attitude. The son kept on saying things to his father like, "This is my party and we're doing it my way. You can't make decisions about it." Excuse me? Your father is footing the $20,000 bill, buddy. I would have gotten back-handed if I ever talked to my parents that way.

I couldn't imagine why a father would take his 15 year old son to pick out dancers. Or why they would throw him a $20,000 party. Or why he would take such attitude from his son. Or why the son had such a sense of entitlement. But then I came to the slow realization that this is how a lot of parents show their children love nowadays. With material things. And the children, knowing that their parents feel guilty for not paying attention to their children, or for working too much or for being too self-involved, take full advantage.

When I see kids today, regular middle class kids by the way, with their new cars on their sixteenth birthdays and their cell phones and their designer clothes, manicures and highlights, I feel a little bit sick.

When my parents wanted a better quality of like for their children, they moved us out of the city to a nice surburban neighborhood with virtually no thugs. We had enough clothes, toys books, whatever. But nothing over the top.

I would want my children to have a good quality of life, but I can't imagine giving my 8 year old a cell phone. Or sending my 14 year old for a $100 haircut and highlights.

I become more like my parents every day. My kids are going to hate me.

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 6:04 AM 2 comments

Thinking

No seriously, I have a crush on Tim McGraw.

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 6:21 AM 1 comments

Tuesday Fun

Stolen from Michelle:
5. Things I am looking forward to:
Losing 8 lbs
Buying some art materials
This weekend
Next weekend
The weekend after that

4. Songs I can't get out of my head:
Over and over--Nelly
Mr. Brightside--The Killers
Glory Days--Bruce
Tiny Dancer--Elton John

3. Favorite things to cook/eat:
Chicken chimichangas
Chocolate chip cookies
Green beans and french onion casserole

2. Things I watched this weekend:
Sideways--at the movies
LOTS of stuff on HGTV


1. Thing I would do if I won the lottery:
Strippers
(okay, really I would buy a house. On the water.)

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Fat

Lent starts tomorrow. Crap. No meat and some fasting and all that crap I forgot about until just now. My Institution distributes ashes so tomorrow I'll walk around looking like I have a smudged thumbprint on my forehead. I hope I have meetings scheduled tomorrow. Being in meetings with a big smudge on your forehead is a great distraction to most other people in the room. Which is kind of fun.

All is not lost however, because today is FAT TUESDAY. Which I wish I remembered before now, because I think I would have thrown a party. I do, after all, have a bachlorette pad this week. I don't particularly enjoy beer, but for some reason I've got two 30 packs in my fridge. At any rate, despite gaining 5 pounds since December, I'm chucking the idea of grilled chicken and asparagus for dinner tonight and replacing it with extra cheesy quesadillas. BECAUSE IT'S FAT TUESDAY!

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Thinking

That the posts for the next week will be laced with bitterness. Because the Eagles lost the Superbowl. Also (and the real reason) because my beloved is away on vacation and I am not.

Also, I have to fire someone today. It must be Monday. Oh it's not? But I was off yesterday so it counts as Monday for me.

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 6:38 AM 0 comments

Fly Like an Eagle

Fly, Eagles, fly
On the road to vi-tor-y
Fly, Eagles, fly
Score a touchdown
1-2-3
Hit 'em low
Hit 'em high
And watch those Eagles fly

Fly, Eagles, fly
On the road to vic-tor-y

E-A-G-L-E-S! EAGLES!

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Lose the Iron

Dear Debra Messing,

Please stop straightening your hair. Not only does it diminish your resemblance to me, but it also makes you look like you're in desperate need of some deep conditioning.

Thank you,
Boom

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Union

I watched the State of the Union address intermittently last night. Bush didn't stumble over too many words so, I guess it was a success.

Why do people have to clap after every two sentences? Why the standing ovation every 5 minutes? It's a 30 minute speech that takes 60 minutes to deliver. It bugs me.

I did, however, get misty when Iraqi civil rights activist Safia Taleb al-Suhail hugged Janet Norwood, mother of a Marine that was killed in Iraq. Anyone who watched that and had no emotion is just dead inside.

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Backfired

I go to the laundromat once a week. Without exception. Sometimes twice a week. After discovering that boys create 4 times the laundry that girls do it became a necessity. Two weeks ago, for no particular reason, I went on a laundry strike. Sort of. I would sort the laundry and only do mine. I watched the pile grow and grow and grow.

The result is boy laundry that is literally threatening a hostile take over of the apartment.

And HE doesn't even notice that it hasn't been done! How is that possible, I ask you?

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Phil

Happy Groundhog Day!

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Thinking

According to my userstats, Jennifer Weiner checked out my blog. How cool is that?

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