Been a very good month for me.
New job? Its awesome.
New boss? Definitely more competent than my previous ones.
New coworkers? Infinitely more friendly. (And infinitely less stress-inducing!)
July was awesome. It was incredible. I am so thoroughly pleased.
Am currently planning a hike up Mt. Washington for this weekend.
Am also planning a trip to Honolulu in January. Need to escape, though I may never return. (It will be tempting!)
I am so grateful to be able to sit here and say that at this point in 2009, my life is infinitely better than my life was at this point in 2008. I am so grateful. :)
Monday, August 3, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Some More Awesome News
I got a new job. I GOT A NEW JOB!! WOOHOO!!!
Im so damn stoked, its almost painful. Its an internal transfer, which is easy, and makes my life pretty easy because i dont have to do exit interviews or anything like that. Its sweet. Im going to the chemistry department, which is a way more cohesive group of people--- all of whom are about my age.
In other news, I leave for vacation tomorrow morning. Im pretty pleased. I have never been to Colorado, and I havent been whitewater rafting in years, so this trip will be pretty cool. Ill try to get my group of friends to do a little rock climbing if possible. Itll be a good trip: whitewater, camping, and a truly cool cross-country drive back. We're driving GC's car back to Conneticut, so Im sure we'll do some pretty cool side-trips. I leave really early tomorrow morning, which is both awesome and annoying, because Im on the first flight out but I have to wait several hours before any of my friends arrive at Denver. Boo. And BORING. Ill try to do a little walkabout if theres anything near the airport... though, Im sure there will not be. Airports always seem to be really removed from anything commercial.
So, Im trying to relax tonight. Ill take a nice bath, and finish my blueberry tea, play with my dogs, repack and make sure I have all of my chargers and such... itll be such a great trip. I really am excited.
On an unrelated note, I am going camping in August. And I mean, camping-camping: up there 60 miles from anything, a lake, lots of bugs, dirt, rain, tarps, spiders, campfires and all. Cant wait. I just hope someone will come up and spend some time with me; last year it got kinda lonely up there all by myself. Who knows? This might be the best summer ever!
Im so damn stoked, its almost painful. Its an internal transfer, which is easy, and makes my life pretty easy because i dont have to do exit interviews or anything like that. Its sweet. Im going to the chemistry department, which is a way more cohesive group of people--- all of whom are about my age.
In other news, I leave for vacation tomorrow morning. Im pretty pleased. I have never been to Colorado, and I havent been whitewater rafting in years, so this trip will be pretty cool. Ill try to get my group of friends to do a little rock climbing if possible. Itll be a good trip: whitewater, camping, and a truly cool cross-country drive back. We're driving GC's car back to Conneticut, so Im sure we'll do some pretty cool side-trips. I leave really early tomorrow morning, which is both awesome and annoying, because Im on the first flight out but I have to wait several hours before any of my friends arrive at Denver. Boo. And BORING. Ill try to do a little walkabout if theres anything near the airport... though, Im sure there will not be. Airports always seem to be really removed from anything commercial.
So, Im trying to relax tonight. Ill take a nice bath, and finish my blueberry tea, play with my dogs, repack and make sure I have all of my chargers and such... itll be such a great trip. I really am excited.
On an unrelated note, I am going camping in August. And I mean, camping-camping: up there 60 miles from anything, a lake, lots of bugs, dirt, rain, tarps, spiders, campfires and all. Cant wait. I just hope someone will come up and spend some time with me; last year it got kinda lonely up there all by myself. Who knows? This might be the best summer ever!
Monday, June 29, 2009
Some fun times
This weekend was awesome for a variety of reasons, the biggest one being I got to see my awesome college buddy AR. Who I love. Who kills me. Whose sense of humor is unrivaled. Crush much? Yeah, I know, I cant help it--- shes cool and I dont see her often enough to take her for granted.
We met up at her hotel in beantown where I finally got to meet her sweet (and extremely smart) boyfriend. Theyre totally cute and disgusting together--- i love it. We did a little shopping and a LOT of girltalking, and catchin up/bitchin. It was supremely satisfying in a manner I cant really describe. It was like going home: meeting up with a an old friend and picking up where you left off about a million years ago and finding very little has actually changed; there were old jokes, new names, funny stories, pictures, food... ahhh, it was great. I miss my friends from school. I miss them, and I miss being ten minutes away from them.
While I was at school, I didnt think that I would ever miss school. I thought that I would be happy to be done with it and move on without incident. Unfortunately, its definitely the opposite. I wish I were back in college. I wish I was surrounded by people likeminded to myself and vastly different simultaneously. We had tons and nothing in common. We had tons to discuss and tons to talk about, and lots to do and places to be... amazing we got anything done at all, a lot of the time.
Anyway, I got to see my friend. I hope it isnt four years from now when I see her next. :)
We met up at her hotel in beantown where I finally got to meet her sweet (and extremely smart) boyfriend. Theyre totally cute and disgusting together--- i love it. We did a little shopping and a LOT of girltalking, and catchin up/bitchin. It was supremely satisfying in a manner I cant really describe. It was like going home: meeting up with a an old friend and picking up where you left off about a million years ago and finding very little has actually changed; there were old jokes, new names, funny stories, pictures, food... ahhh, it was great. I miss my friends from school. I miss them, and I miss being ten minutes away from them.
While I was at school, I didnt think that I would ever miss school. I thought that I would be happy to be done with it and move on without incident. Unfortunately, its definitely the opposite. I wish I were back in college. I wish I was surrounded by people likeminded to myself and vastly different simultaneously. We had tons and nothing in common. We had tons to discuss and tons to talk about, and lots to do and places to be... amazing we got anything done at all, a lot of the time.
Anyway, I got to see my friend. I hope it isnt four years from now when I see her next. :)
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Awesome
From a fortune cookie from lunch with MO at PF Chang's, like, a million years ago I found in the bottom of a purse today:
"Human invented language to satisfy the need to complain."
Awesome.
"Human invented language to satisfy the need to complain."
Awesome.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Christmas Cake
My 26th birthday is tomorrow. There is a woman in my life right now who is married, 26, pregnant with her first child, and unemployed. I hesitate to refer to her as my friend, because she USED to be, but no longer really is... Anyway.
She refered to me as "Christmas Cake" the other day. "Christmas Cake," I learned, is something that refers to a woman who is unmarried at the age of 25 and "is reaching her expiration date."
I gave her the benefit of the doubt that she perhaps meant it as a joke; it hurt my feelings, but I sorta grimmaced/smiled and went on my merry way. Her words bothered me a lot, but didnt keep me up at night. I mean, yeah, Im not gonna lie: they bothered me enough that I called my mom and told her I felt down about things and was fairly certain that any choice I made ever would make me even more unhappy because I dont know what I want for breakfast much less what I want for the rest of my life.
The thing is, she called me Christmas Cake again today.
I told her to not call me that; that it bothered me and I found it insulting. I let her know in no uncertain terms that her words were not ok.
Why do people feel like its OK to judge others on the circumstances of their life? Really, does the lack of a marriage certificate and an unoccupied uterus make me less of a human being?
What the hell.
She refered to me as "Christmas Cake" the other day. "Christmas Cake," I learned, is something that refers to a woman who is unmarried at the age of 25 and "is reaching her expiration date."
I gave her the benefit of the doubt that she perhaps meant it as a joke; it hurt my feelings, but I sorta grimmaced/smiled and went on my merry way. Her words bothered me a lot, but didnt keep me up at night. I mean, yeah, Im not gonna lie: they bothered me enough that I called my mom and told her I felt down about things and was fairly certain that any choice I made ever would make me even more unhappy because I dont know what I want for breakfast much less what I want for the rest of my life.
The thing is, she called me Christmas Cake again today.
I told her to not call me that; that it bothered me and I found it insulting. I let her know in no uncertain terms that her words were not ok.
Why do people feel like its OK to judge others on the circumstances of their life? Really, does the lack of a marriage certificate and an unoccupied uterus make me less of a human being?
What the hell.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Marine Corps Marathon Wrap-Up
So last Sunday I was recovering from running the 33rd Annual Marine Corps Marathon in Washington D.C. This was my second MCM, and my best friend's first 10K. I have to say, the whole trip was freaking awesome.
Thursday:
Left for DC on the 9:45pm train from South Station to Union. It was unremarkable, except for that it was not an Acela, like I thought it was when I booked it. Which meant 12 hours overnight on the train. I slept, I read, I slept, I shifted, I slept, and then I got off when I reached Union. On the train, I met a coed from Bridgewater State who was taking the train to DC so she could meet up with a friend and drive to North Carolina. She was very nice... if sort of drunk.
Friday:
MO met me at Union, and gave me her key, and shipped me off to her apartment in Rosslyn. All the signs and markers were already up for the MCM. I napped while she worked. I also watched Minority Report, haha... I also went to Whole Foods for snackies so I wouldnt eat her out of house and home.
When she got in we went to Cafe Asia for dinner. Had the most delicious soup ever! We were also seated next to the most VAPID couple EVER. God, their conversation was incredibly annoying--- and LOUD. Which was the problem, because no matter how much we ignored it, it was still audible.
Saturday:
We met up with AL and JG after their bus got into DC from the airport. They dropped their stuff off at MO's while their hotel wouldnt let them check in. We walked around, went to breakfast at Teaism, which was (as always) delicious. I had oatmeal with peaches, and a side of chicken apple sausage. So damn good. The Earl Grey was killer.
We then made our way to the DC Armory/Stadium where we waited a bit in the rain for the Expo to pick up our race bibs and T-shirts. Pretty awesome. Lots of hunky eyecandy.
Went to Cafe Asia again. Had the Yellow Curry. (Would later prove to be a bad choice.) We went to a gallery opening somewhere in the DC Ghetto.
Then, MO and I crashed at her apartment watching Poltergeist, which I had never seen. Hilarious!
Sleep came quick, and before I knew it...
SUNDAY:
0500. Up and ready for the race. Breakfast was delicious granola "crackrock" and a liter of water. I wished later (around mile 15) that Id had more to eat. It was freaking cold. COLD!! God, I remembered it being chilly from last year, but this was horrid. There were a gazillion people on the metro, all going to the starting line, near the Pentagon.
Took 11 minutes for me to get to the start line after the gun.
I chased a really tall, really cute Marine for the first 10 miles. God, he was tall-- he had to stand close to 7 feet. I barely came to his shoulder. Dark hair, dark eyes... cute butt... which I oogled the whole time I ran behind him. I dont think he minded.
The first 11 miles went by really fast. By the 13th mile, the Yellow Curry started to feel unsettled in my guts. I had to wait in line for 20 minutes for a bathroom. Theres no way I was going to pull over and publicly empty my innards like SO MANY OTHER PEOPLE. Jesus, no shame on these people.
At mile 15-17 I started to feel pretty awful. I was starving, and my legs were pumping battery acid, but I kept running. My legs started yelling, "YOU SHOULD HAVE TRAINED FOR THIS YOU IDIOT!!"
Around the other side of the Smithsonian, I started to hit my second wind --and Anna Molly, by Incubus, came on my iPod which I started singing like a dolt-- so I picked it up.
Everything went swimmingly until I hit the bridge. Which sucked. Ill leave it at that.
Then, soon, the last hill. I cranked up the hill. It was crazy awesome.
I crossed the finish line, and felt awesome and amazing. Soon I was herded through the tunnel of Marines with mylar blankets and water bottles and medals. It was surreal.
I met up with MO at the Family LinkUp spot. She had finished her 10K and was already happily fed and showered. I made my way back to her place with little fanfare; I showered, changed, stuffed my face full of crackrock granola, and then took a nap.
We went to MatchBox for dinner. It was the best food ever. Brioche bunned mini burgers with parmesan onion straws as an appetizer. I dont know how many I inhaled. I had Hawaiian fish with a melange of sauteed veggies. MO had pancrusted salmon and grits. It looked spectacular. Mine was amazing; I could have eaten about six more orders.
Monday:
Sore, but ok. I walked around a lot and visited the WWII monument, and the Washington Monument before I went to the Fine Art section of the Smithsonian. It was awesome. There was an Eastern art exhibit that I took in; it was gorgeous. MO worked.
Tuesday:
I went home on the train. Again, long because it wasnt an Acela.
I felt like I couldnt get enough food for the whole week after the marathon. I did not have any trouble walking around afterwards. No blisters or chafing. Were it not for the professional photos from the course, Id wonder if I actually ran it. (I did.) I have been starving since. I love that course. I will almost always return to that Marathon, so long as I am able. Man. Everyone should see the frenetic energy of a marathon first hand. Its awe inspiring.
It was overall an awesome hilarious delicious weekend. I loved each minute of my vacation (except the vapid conversation of the couple beside us at Cafe Asia); it gave me a lot of time to reflect and share with MO and catch up with her in person. Its such a relief to see her in person, because niether of us is especially fond of the phone. I felt so energized and recharged afterwards... I really did not want to go back to work.
Thursday:
Left for DC on the 9:45pm train from South Station to Union. It was unremarkable, except for that it was not an Acela, like I thought it was when I booked it. Which meant 12 hours overnight on the train. I slept, I read, I slept, I shifted, I slept, and then I got off when I reached Union. On the train, I met a coed from Bridgewater State who was taking the train to DC so she could meet up with a friend and drive to North Carolina. She was very nice... if sort of drunk.
Friday:
MO met me at Union, and gave me her key, and shipped me off to her apartment in Rosslyn. All the signs and markers were already up for the MCM. I napped while she worked. I also watched Minority Report, haha... I also went to Whole Foods for snackies so I wouldnt eat her out of house and home.
When she got in we went to Cafe Asia for dinner. Had the most delicious soup ever! We were also seated next to the most VAPID couple EVER. God, their conversation was incredibly annoying--- and LOUD. Which was the problem, because no matter how much we ignored it, it was still audible.
Saturday:
We met up with AL and JG after their bus got into DC from the airport. They dropped their stuff off at MO's while their hotel wouldnt let them check in. We walked around, went to breakfast at Teaism, which was (as always) delicious. I had oatmeal with peaches, and a side of chicken apple sausage. So damn good. The Earl Grey was killer.
We then made our way to the DC Armory/Stadium where we waited a bit in the rain for the Expo to pick up our race bibs and T-shirts. Pretty awesome. Lots of hunky eyecandy.
Went to Cafe Asia again. Had the Yellow Curry. (Would later prove to be a bad choice.) We went to a gallery opening somewhere in the DC Ghetto.
Then, MO and I crashed at her apartment watching Poltergeist, which I had never seen. Hilarious!
Sleep came quick, and before I knew it...
SUNDAY:
0500. Up and ready for the race. Breakfast was delicious granola "crackrock" and a liter of water. I wished later (around mile 15) that Id had more to eat. It was freaking cold. COLD!! God, I remembered it being chilly from last year, but this was horrid. There were a gazillion people on the metro, all going to the starting line, near the Pentagon.
Took 11 minutes for me to get to the start line after the gun.
I chased a really tall, really cute Marine for the first 10 miles. God, he was tall-- he had to stand close to 7 feet. I barely came to his shoulder. Dark hair, dark eyes... cute butt... which I oogled the whole time I ran behind him. I dont think he minded.
The first 11 miles went by really fast. By the 13th mile, the Yellow Curry started to feel unsettled in my guts. I had to wait in line for 20 minutes for a bathroom. Theres no way I was going to pull over and publicly empty my innards like SO MANY OTHER PEOPLE. Jesus, no shame on these people.
At mile 15-17 I started to feel pretty awful. I was starving, and my legs were pumping battery acid, but I kept running. My legs started yelling, "YOU SHOULD HAVE TRAINED FOR THIS YOU IDIOT!!"
Around the other side of the Smithsonian, I started to hit my second wind --and Anna Molly, by Incubus, came on my iPod which I started singing like a dolt-- so I picked it up.
Everything went swimmingly until I hit the bridge. Which sucked. Ill leave it at that.
Then, soon, the last hill. I cranked up the hill. It was crazy awesome.
I crossed the finish line, and felt awesome and amazing. Soon I was herded through the tunnel of Marines with mylar blankets and water bottles and medals. It was surreal.
I met up with MO at the Family LinkUp spot. She had finished her 10K and was already happily fed and showered. I made my way back to her place with little fanfare; I showered, changed, stuffed my face full of crackrock granola, and then took a nap.
We went to MatchBox for dinner. It was the best food ever. Brioche bunned mini burgers with parmesan onion straws as an appetizer. I dont know how many I inhaled. I had Hawaiian fish with a melange of sauteed veggies. MO had pancrusted salmon and grits. It looked spectacular. Mine was amazing; I could have eaten about six more orders.
Monday:
Sore, but ok. I walked around a lot and visited the WWII monument, and the Washington Monument before I went to the Fine Art section of the Smithsonian. It was awesome. There was an Eastern art exhibit that I took in; it was gorgeous. MO worked.
Tuesday:
I went home on the train. Again, long because it wasnt an Acela.
I felt like I couldnt get enough food for the whole week after the marathon. I did not have any trouble walking around afterwards. No blisters or chafing. Were it not for the professional photos from the course, Id wonder if I actually ran it. (I did.) I have been starving since. I love that course. I will almost always return to that Marathon, so long as I am able. Man. Everyone should see the frenetic energy of a marathon first hand. Its awe inspiring.
It was overall an awesome hilarious delicious weekend. I loved each minute of my vacation (except the vapid conversation of the couple beside us at Cafe Asia); it gave me a lot of time to reflect and share with MO and catch up with her in person. Its such a relief to see her in person, because niether of us is especially fond of the phone. I felt so energized and recharged afterwards... I really did not want to go back to work.
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