Wow. They haven't even played a game yet, and there are already members of the Washington Nationals doing local endorsements. I just caught a commercial for Chevy Chase Bank featuring Brad Wilkerson, the Nats' first baseman.
I've been putting off getting my bangs trimmed for a while (per usual). I finally decided to go today. I had to wait a little bit, but finally was assigned to this guy who's been at the salon as long as I've been going there, but he's never cut my hair. He did a good, quick job, then said it was free! Yay! And I set up an appointment for him to cut my hair. Hey, it needs it.
Then I stopped to get a soda on my way back to work (water isn't the best match for my lunch Hot Pocket) and got Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi. It was fantastic. I'm in love with it.
Anyway, those were kind of nice, particularly after a "I hate the world" type of morning.
Current song in my head:
That song by Gwen Stefani that riffs on "If I Were a Rich Man"
So I was doing Broadway Sweat (...shut up) last night. The thing about Richard Simmons videos is that I like the songs, but they've created versions of the songs that go on for, like, 20 minutes. And after 7 minutes or so of the song "Oklahoma," I decided that the routine would be a heck of a lot more fun if Hugh Jackman were there to encourage me. How sweet would that be? He'd be all encouraging, but at the same time would snark on Richard Simmons with me.
In other news, Carrie and I managed to trim Colin's front claws, which were just out of control. Naturally he put up a huge fight. I'm so jealous of the people who can trim their cat's claws without any outside help. It takes both of us just to hold him sort-of still.
The titles of trashy romance novels are incredibly generic. What would happen if the title of the book actually reflected the picture on the cover?
I'm trying to figure out whether time is moving quickly or slowly. I feel like each individual day this week has moved along fairly quickly; however, it feels like it should be at least Thursday, not Wednesday. So the days are going quickly, but the week is going slowly. Argh.
Current song in my head:
"I See You Baby" by Groove Armada
I was overly happy when I walked into the parking garage this afternoon and saw that the black Prius had returned. Yay! Seth's friend is back!
I got home from work and I was checking the mail, I heard the unmistakable sound of...the ice cream truck. Wha? I realize that it is officially spring now, but the high today was only a balmy 50 degrees. I'm not quite at the point where I want to go running for the ice cream truck yet.
Someone just yelled that here. I don't know why (I guess it wasn't that important). But it brought me back to Wednesdays at the Burgian, when at some point Hutch would invariably run into the office, yelling "Stop the presses!" Just because he could. It'll be good to go up to Gettysburg tomorrow and see that crew again; I'm looking forward to it.
In other news, there's cake here in the office. It was put in the kitchen maybe 10 minutes ago and it's apparently already half gone. Well, it's really good cake.
Edited to add that apparently people from other floors are eating our cake. WTF? I don't go up to 7 and eat their cake! (And they had a really good-looking chocolate cake there yesterday, but I resisted.)Go back to your own floor, dang it! Just because you hang out with people on this floor doesn't entitle you to our food.
It's nice to know that even though Brian has now missed 10 games due to his shoulder problems, he isn't off the radar. Reporters apparently view him as a go-to guy for quotes. It seems like most stories about the O's, at least, the ones in the Post, include a quote from Brian. There he is, talking about his teammates heading to Washington for the steroids hearing. Now he's talking about the addition of Sosa and how that affected the club. He was quoted a lot last year, too. It's just nice to see.
Current song in my head:
"Schadenfreude" from Avenue Q
I'd really like to work in fiction publishing and every now and then I come across a website of someone who works in fiction publishing with excerpts from the truly horrible proposals they get. (In fairness, we also get truly horrible proposals.) This is one for children's book proposals. It's all pretty amusing, but this entry made me laugh so much that it made Colin look at me strangely.
III. The All-Time Best Picture Book IdeaThe boy who loved his mother's vacuum cleaner too much.
Yessir, whenever his mother got the vacuum cleaner out he would hug and kiss it, and she had to pry him away every time. And she bought him toys and pets to try to displace his affection, but he would still run straight for the vacuum cleaner every time she pulled it out from the closet, kissing it madly.
I am NOT making this up.
Man, you just don't get stuff like this in occupational therapy. We have to make do with snickering at the pictures of swollen lymph glands in a book about lymphedema (which looks very traumatic). Though it does remind me of the manuscript we got that was dedicated to the author's cat.
Today is the 100th anniversary of Eleanor and Franklin Roosevelt. The bride was given away by her uncle, Presiden Theodore Roosevelt. It wound up being a rough marriage, but led to one of the best partnerships between President and First Lady ever.
In the parking garage at the office, there's a black Prius that generally is parked across from me. It gets there after I get into work and leaves after I do. I love coming into the garage and saying hello to the black Prius, because it my mind, it's friends with my car (...what?). But lately it hasn't been there. I miss it.
Anyway, I've been meaning to write more but just don't feel like it. Because I'm lazy and also because I feel like I have eleventy billion things on my plate at the moment.
Current song in my head:
"All for the Best" from Godspell
Over the past 4 years and 3 months or so, I've written 1000 posts. Well, more, since not quite all of them made the move from Blogspot, but still...I'm impressed with myself. Go me! And scanning the archives, I can see how little my life has changed. Which is kind of depressing, so I won't think about it.
Tonight was my last tap class and I'm definitely going to continue on with intermediate. I could tell that the teacher was impressed. I have the individual steps down; it's just moving from one to another that gives me problems (and the drop shuffle, but oh well). And if you live in the DC area, you can see my teacher and her advanced class in the Cherry Blossom Festival parade (April 9, on Channel 8).
I've been a bit concerned about my boy Brian. He tweaked his right arm in Saturday's game, but he says it's getting better. As long as any injuries occur now and not during the season. I want to see him taking the field on April 4. There was also a cute story about him in the Post the other day. Awww. He's such a good boy.
This weekend I head out to visit Kathy and Robert (...and Max and Anya). I'm looking forward to it. Here's hoping that Seth doesn't conk out on me the way that Chuck did the last time I brought him out there.
Current song in my head:
"She Loves You" by the Beatles
I cannot tell you how super sexy I felt this morning when I walked into the office. I had just come from getting two crowns done, so the left half of my face was totally numb. I was wet, because of the lovely snow/rain combination outside and my hair was all over the place due to the wind (which had broken my umbrella). And since it was windy and cold, my face was bright red. Never have I felt sexier than I did at that moment.
At least I've managed to deal with my hair and the numbness has worn off (the numbness in my mouth that is; the numbness from having to shell out over $1000 for the dental work hasn't).
Current song in my head:
"Venus" by Bananarama
I had plans for today to do some of the work I had brought home. But I woke up with massive headache and a queasy stomach. All I could do was sit in bed and hope for death. So I took a nap and woke up feeling pretty much OK. I can still get some work done, but it did rather mess with my plans. And it's totally like me to get sick on the weekend. That's pretty much what always happens with me. I'll feel like total crap on a Saturday or Sunday, but am A-OK by the time Monday morning rolls around.
Whee! I have tickets to the Orioles opener, April 4 against the A's. I'm totally skipping work and will sit shivering in the cold. I would've prefered to go to Florida and see them in action there, but finances prevented me. Ah well. So a month from today, I'll be in Baltimore, seeing my boys again. My boys who, by the way, won their spring training opener yesterday. My Boyfriend Brian Roberts hit the go-ahead single and stole a base. And went 2-3 (and was hit by a pitch). Yay!
I had my penultimate tap class this week. I think I'm going to sign up for the intermediate classes. I've had a lot of fun doing tap, and it really is good exercise (which I really need to be doing more of). We're supposed to get a sheet with the routine written out on it. My biggest problem is transitioning from one combination to anther. But anyway.
Things with me are going pretty well, though lately I've sort of found myself being kind of annoyed with a lot of things. And not necessarily for any reason. There are certain things in my life (e.g., bills) that I wish I could wave my hand and they would go away. But they won't, so I'm just having to cope.
But right now I'm all sunshine and happiness. I have my O's tickets. Tomorrow they're televising the O's-Nats game. It's my compressed day. Colin is being very cute, huddled under the covers on my bed (it's a bit chilly in the apartment). My weekend is open, other than having people over tonight. It's a good day.
Current song in my head:
"There She Goes" by Sixpence None the Richer