tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204966762011-04-21T20:10:00.480-07:00There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants,<br>and the other is getting it.<br>---Oscar WildeDaily Tragedieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09749082299909742129noreply@blogger.comBlogger1701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496676.post-66261112835937339782007-03-23T07:48:00.000-07:002007-03-23T08:01:39.455-07:00

Well, y'all, I did it. I managed ONE thing this week that doesn't suck. Actually, Emily managed most of it, but I'm totally going to take credit for it.So. Come view my new digs at dailytragedies.com and say hi!

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I am determined to have one good day this week, and I actually thought it would be today. Things were looking good, my work was progressing, if not at the speed I wanted, but least everything was under control and life was moving in the right direction.Then I checked my e-mail and realized, no, actually, today we will continue our descent into the Land of Suck. The pair of tens I'd been holding

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I figured out the other night, sitting in yet another Junior League meeting out of which I got nothing, that 90% of my time is taken up by work and, try as I might, I cannot cram into the remaining 10% everything else -- running, skiing, blogging, relationships of all stripes, keeping the damn house clean -- and it frustrates me to no end to know that I cannot do it all. I started training for

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Retail therapy isn't much fun if you don't find what you're looking for. And I am looking for just ONE DAMN PAIR of running shorts that don't ride up and leave my poor, defenseless thighs to rub together and create some disturbing heat-rash-and-tiny-blisters-combination. Sexy, huh? OK, now please stop picturing that.Let me back up here a moment, as a number of events have conspired recently

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Oh, Internet! I have so much to say! But it's late and I'm a huge ball of stress and words aren't really going to work out so well, unless you like half-sentences and totally made-up words and lame, lame titles like the one above.Instead, have some pretty pictures I took this weekend while galavanting around Northern California with Ms. Horrible Warning.(See how lazy I am today? Didn't even

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Well hello, there! Don't you just love when I disappear for a week or two? Such absences typically indicate that (a) there's nothing exciting going on, (b) I'm too busy to write or (c) some combination thereof.This time around, my absence can be blamed on two things. Firstly is the rather pedestrian excuse that work is kicking my ass. This leads to scenario (c) above, wherein there's nothing

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Number of items less than 3 oz. in my 1-quart plastic ziploc bag: 14Number of items in my plastic ziploc bag that are lip gloss: 3Number of items in containers greater than 3 oz. I decided I could live without: 4, including my favorite hair productNumber of items that may actually be a liquid, gel or aerosol that I didn't pack in my plastic ziploc bag and am hoping security doesn't have a problem

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Today's highlights, as culled from sent e-mails:First message of the day, 7:19 AMOh god, I think I may still be drunk.About a stupid boyAnd I stood there thinking, "Um, hello? Have we met? Yes, because I am QUEEN of fun! casual! relationships. I do SO EXCEEDINGLY WELL at them, yes, that's definitely what I'm after."Regarding my offer to bring dessert to a dinner party, which was met by an inquiry

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You knew this was coming, right? Of course we're carrying on the tradition begun last year. I mean, sure, someday I hope to write a deep, heartfelt post about someone very special in my life, but at the rate we're going, I'll be 80, senile and writing a lovely little sonnet for my cat. And I don't even like cats. Or sonnets, really.As I mentioned, I've been on a lot of dates lately. In particular

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Sorry for my extended absence, I have just now awoken from the food coma I've been in for the last couple of weeks. All the eating out...ugh. Work people in town, friend people in town, me out of town, Super Bowl party... I'd like to say it's over, but I've got dinner plans this week, too, in the relative seclusion of

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There's no mood so bad that it can't be improvedby a new pair of shoes.

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Yeah. Well, judging by the fact that it's 2:23 AM and I've spent more time awake tonight than asleep, I definitely think I'm hung up about something a few things more things than my mind can possibly keep track of all at once. And more than overdue for a mental break, or perhaps a good cry. Trouble is, there's no room in this weekend's schedule for some quality time with Dolly Parton and Sally

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I'd like to think I'm fearless, but I'm not. I have a healthy fear of heights, high speeds, and reckless activity of all kinds (all rolled up into one foolish pasttime called skiing -- good choice, Kate!). Now, thanks to the magic of the internet, I also fear dying alone and no one noticing until after the cats have eaten my face. I also possess what is perhaps an unhealthy fear of my brother

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So. I am officially A Skier. One who has a season pass and obsessively checks the Weather Channel snow report and gets up at 5 o'clock on a Sunday morning to drive up to Tahoe for the day.I'm a little upset at all the lying involved in skiing, though. I was totally unprepared for that. First, the Weather Channel lied to me all week, promising snow for the weekend and then failing to deliver. And

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For much of the last three years, and before that, nearly every summer in college, I've had two jobs. I've worked 60-hour weeks (or 70 or 80) for so long that I'd forgotten what it feels like to have only one employer, one major commitment per day, one schedule to keep track of. And now? I'm FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (free falllllling...). And It Is Glorious.(Poignant observation from Mom: It's

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Well, I survived. It was a bit harrowing there for a while, with the awkwardness and the feeling off-balance, and at some points it looked as though death was imminent, but I persevered, and made it through yet another ridiculous first date.What? You thought I was talking about the ski trip?Skiing was great. I actually do remember some of what I learned last season and I have many small things to

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So. It's 9:00 on a Friday night and I'm just about ready to crawl into bed. Normally I wouldn't admit something like that to the Internet (not that it's ever happened before...), but in my defense, I have already been on a mildly disturbing date, and that's being generous, AND I've got to be up before the crack of dawn tomorrow because I'm going skiing in Tahoe. (How crazy-California is that???

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Alternate Title: Because Generating My Own Content Is So Hard!Y'all, I am an idiot. Of course, you already knew that. But ARGH! It's hard enough to cram five days' worth of work into a four-day week, but then I go and volunteer to write an article (plus sidebar) for a newsletter and agree to an alumni board conference call, for which I have yet to prepare, and...the week just gets away from a

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I got my hair cut today, which is always a delightful experience. I don't know if it's the scalp massage, the general feeling of pampering, or the lovely things Frank says about me, but I always leave there happier than when I arrived.Today, Frank's comments ranged from "I love your sweater! Feels so soft...like Angora, almost." (Yes, that's because it's 50% Angora.) to "Your eyebrows are perfect

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First, it's National De-Lurking Week. And, rather than break with the grand tradition I started last year, here at Daily Tragedies we're having National De-Lurking Seventy Two Hours. Get on it and de-lurk! (In return, I will try to have something interesting to say, once every 72 hours or so.)(If by "something interesting" you mean "words strung together to form sentences and maybe even

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Home is full of little paradoxes, which tends to make being there a little strange. My trip over Christmas lived up to that standard...a long, strange trip, indeed.After doing all the family/Christmas-themed things, I had a couple days to just chill, during which I really can't recall what I did. I believe naps featured prominently. But my last night in town, I went out to dinner with my parents

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Well it's been a busy week of eating chocolate by the pound (lovingly provided by Steve, who still has the metabolism of a young man, unlike the rest of us) and wearing my pajamas all day long and checking my e-mail only once a day. Exhausting work, I tell you, which explains the near-daily naps.I think I also managed to confuse the hell out of my mother by alternately talking about how ready I

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I'm headed to the airport. Without my laptop.No, I said, WITHOUT MY LAPTOP.I think my head might explode.What if I need to do something on the Internet in the next four hours? I don't know like what. Just, like, what if? What if I get to my parents' and I need a file and it's only saved on the laptop? WHAT THEN???(Maybe three hours of sleep isn't sufficient. Hmmmm.)

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Alternate Title: What I Would've Sent You, Were I a Bit More On Top of ThingsThe real cards are a work in progress, I swear! But at this point they may be more like New Year's cards, or Groundhog Day cards or, you know, Happy March 8th! cards celebrating my love of glitter. (Glitter again? What is with your glitter obsession? Do you not have enough to clean up around here?)So, whether you're

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I survived my week in DC and am now safely back on the Left Coast, where it is 20 degrees colder than it was in DC, and that is Just Not Right.Last week's head-fuckery is over and I did not toss myself off the Key Bridge, so I've got that going for me, which is nice. I'm beginning to suspect that God is like the Marines, wherein they tear you to pieces so they can then rebuild you stronger. The

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One wintry Tuesday twenty-eight years ago, I came into this world, kicking and screaming and determined to do things My Way. (Unfortunately for my mother, I was facing the wrong direction. Eventually they straightened me out, though not without considerable effort.)Turns out not much has changed since then.The original title for this post was going to be "Anti-Climactic," as my birthday this year

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Here we are, another Christmas season in California and I cannot wrap my puny little mind around that fact. The grass outside is lush and green, there are still trees with plenty of leaves (red and gold leaves, yes, but full of leaves nonetheless) and not a snowflake in sight. The only way I know it's almost Christmas is because the CD that plays on endless loop at Banana Republic tells me so.(Is

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Hola!I don't even have a good excuse for not writing, like I'm working on some super-secret project, it's just that I work. A lot, these days. Besides, if I were busy selling nuclear technology to the Chinese, I couldn't really tell you about that without seriously compromising my plans for world domination, now could I?Neal's in town, which pretty much guarantees I'll be annihilated at least one

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You know when someone invites you to dinner, and you're not sure if it's a date or not, but you don't want it to be a date, so you unilaterally decide it's a non-date? I do that a lot. I've always been a pretty solid non-dater, but I find myself non-dating a lot more out here. I know I have a tendency to exaggerate sometimes, but it is not hyperbole when I say that the only guys I know work in my

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I hope you all survived Thanksgiving weekend...no salmonella, no fisticuffs at the mall over the last wool sweater, no crazy relatives with Dick Cheney-like aim and access to firearms.As for me, I made it through the 10k healthy enough to stuff myself full of Turkey Day goodness. I'm sure you've been on pins and needles, waiting to hear all about the race, and far be it from me to keep the people

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There are a million things to be thankful for this year, but here are a few highlights:That my family and friends still love me, despite my moving to the end of the earth. Or the end of the continent.That here in Sacramento I've got enough close friends to necessitate accepting TWO Thanksgiving dinner invitations and turning down a third.A Democratic Congress.That I finally got to enjoy that

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Thank you all for those lovely, supportive comments. Most days I'm really happy with my life, but some days I just need to kvetch a bit, and I come here to do it. Therefore I feel like I should clarify my position a little bit, and relieve you of the duty to continually reassure me on this front. (Oh, who am I kidding? Please keep reassuring me.)For starters, I do not particularly want to be

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I've been thinking about how to write this for a few days, because I hadn't figured everything out yet and I didn't want to be overly dramatic or anything, you know? But, here it is: I hate the Junior League.Of course, I really don't. Life is never that simple. Rather, I love the League and I strongly believe in its mission of promoting voluntarism and developing the potential of women and

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Ok, so remember when I actually had a weekend to myself and I went hiking in Yosemite?Just barely, huh. Me too.BUT!I figured out how to make the music work with the video because I am a frickin' genius. The scary thing is that I finally figured this out in the middle of putting together the music played over the PA system while the candidate walked into the ballroom to give his victory speech. At

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You will spend the entire hour's drive to your canvassing location drinking coffee, thereby needing a bathroom break before you've even started. Of course, there are no bathrooms in close proximity, so you're S.O.L. until halfway through the morning when you take a three-block detour from your canvassing route to cross a busy highway and borrow a scary restroom at the local Dairy Queen.More

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Love is being awake in Hour 20, running on less than two hours of sleep, in the middle of a three-star hotel ballroom that smells of stale cigarette smoke, thinking, "It just doesn't get better than this."Alas, there was no Election-Day-stuffing-of-the-ballot-box, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. So, that's that.

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Hi. My name is Kate, and I have a type.Hi, Kate.Yah.So.I think it's official.I mean, I thought it might be official several months ago, but now I am above-and-beyond convinced.I? have a type. I never thought of myself as the "type" kind of person, but, yup, I am.So, um, yeah. Not that this story is going to make sense to anyone but me (and I may possisbly be oh-so-slightly intoxicated* as I type

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Today about the only thing I'm enamored with is the fact that my commute is so much easier when done at 10 p.m. and 6:30 a.m. than at regular 9-to-5 times.No original picture for you today, but if you need a visual representation of my life right now, I think this does it:

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Darlings of the Internet,I know you don't want to hear tales of woe. I know you come here for the funny and the foibles and the flat-out crazy that I have to offer. Oh yeah, and the shoes. But today, the only thing on the menu is woe.Y'all, this campaign is EATING ME ALIVE. It's like a barnacle that has attached itself to me and is slowly sucking my brains out, day after day, night after night,

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Addendum the first: I will TRY to capture for you the madness that will surely ensue over the next five days, but the hours dedicated to sleep will be precious few. You might lose out to my pillow once or twice. (Also? Wireless internet access is not guaranteed. The nerve!)Addendum the second: If you get a call on Election night that's full of incoherent babbling and lots of excited screaming in

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All dates are approximate. Please consult your tax professional for advice specific to your situation.January 3 -- Now that Christmas is over, mentally move on to the next season -- tax season! Start watching contents of the mailbox with renewed interest.January 12 -- Receive e-mail from HR reminding you that your organization switched payroll providers in 2005, thus you will receive two W-2s,

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Wondering what I've been up to all week? Things that obviously didn't include posting here, huh? Yes, me too. Hours upon hours of photo importing, editing, resizing, blah, blah, blah, so I could present to you a lovely movie-slideshow-thingy of my weekend in Yosemite.Your superior powers of observation have probably already noted that nothing of the sort appears here.Instead, please make do with

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This weekend's destination is Yosemite -- someplace I've intended to go since moving to California. I'm leaving at the perfectly respectable time of 8 a.m. EDT, but I thought I'd give y'all something to do while I'm away (and something for me to think about on my drive through the Central Valley).So, here's your assignment: help me craft a list of things to do before I die have children turn

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Strangely enough, I love fall. And even better, I get to re-discover that every year. I mean, I'm a warm weather, spend-all-summer-at-the-beach kind of girl. I can't wear shorts until it's at least 85, otherwise I'll be too cold. I don't even mind DC's glorious 90% humidity!And so, each year when the air turns a little cooler and the wind is a little crisper and the leaves start to make rustling

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You ever have one of those days where the world just flat-out wins? Delivers a knock-out punch in round 8? Rattles off 10 points in the last two minutes on the clock to put the game out of reach, and then seals the deal with a three-pointer at the buzzer? That was yesterday, when I was the first one in the parking lot and, fifteen hours later, the last one to leave. When I finally arrived home, I

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Auburn State Recreational Area -- hundreds of miles of trails, but not a single map or park ranger to consult!Never hike alone. Don't go running alone. In fact, don't go anywhere alone ever again, or a mountain lion will eat you!!!It's not really fall yet in the valley, but it is up here.Can anyone identify this tree?I parked at the bottom of the valley, on the banks of the lake, which meant that

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I read a post last week that is the embodiment of one of my biggest fears. It shook me then, and it's still rattling around in my brain, so I guess I need to write about it. Lucky you.The details don't matter much, so here's the gist: husband and wife have stressful weekend, get in fight over who gets to do what he/she wants and who gets shafted. She's angry that he shut down instead of talking

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In the words of Dave Barry, I am not making this up. But somebody else clearly is.October 12 is International Moment of Frustration Scream Day -- To share any or all of our frustrations, all citizens of the world will go outdoors at twelve hundred hours Greenwich time and scream for thirty seconds. We will all feel better, or Earth will go off its orbit.I can think of any number of reasons to

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It was rainy and cold for a few days last week. And by "cold" I mean "the insolent weather refused to reach 70 degrees for the high."And I was peeved.There are certain California Things that I find creeping into my life. I think or do these California Things without being fully aware of them. Like how fresh avocado makes everything taste better. Or being miffed that October had the audacity to

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Dear Creepy Guy at the Bar the Other Night:Didn't your mother teach you to mind your own business? If we were interested in sharing our conversation with you, we would have made eye contact, perhaps even introduced ourselves, and asked you to join in. You staring at us and then oh-so-smoothly asking, "So, what are you talking about?" isn't exactly an invitation.Also, asking us where we live does

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As a testament to how much I love you guys, please know that in my cooking frenzy tonight I attempted to slice my finger clean off. And yet, here I am typing away with the nine remaining digits. My poor finger. It might benefit from stiches, but I don't really know since I opted not to look at it, instead slapping a band-aid on immediately and pulling it so tightly that my fingertip is throbbing

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Know what we haven't done in a while? A fashion round-up. This particular tour through the wonderful world of fashion is inspired by the creepy guy who sat next to me on my flight from LAX Sunday night. It was bad enough that he started talking to the woman in the aisle seat the moment he sat down, but at least that left me free to read my InStyle magazine in relative peace. Buuuuut, no. Once he

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"Some day, there's going to be a special man in your life and he's going to wonder how he got so lucky as to have you," Brian said."I'm so happy to hear you say that -- it's the same fairy tale I've been telling myself for years!" I replied.This exchange took place smack in the middle of our run-down of the results of the weekend's college football games. Brian, sadly, is an Ohio State fan. But

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Did you have a nice weekend? Yes, that's good. I bet you were out laughing, frolicking, and generally having a good time, indeed. Well, bully for you.Me? Oh, why I was at work. Not just "working from the comfort of my own couch while alternately watching football" but actually AT work. Sitting at my desk. In front of my computer. For fourteen hours yesterday. It was delightful, if by delightful

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I'm back. And all I can say is, THANK GOD.In the past thirty days, I have spent eight of them in California. Eight. We shall not talk about how many bills were paid late this month. (Hint: more than one.) Nor how many birthdays I missed. (Hint: rough estimate puts it at five. Could be more. Sorry, all, and Happy Birthday! I'll do better next year. Maybe.)We will also not talk about the bill that

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I'm conflicted about what to say today. In some ways it's just another day. In others, it's one of the most pivotal, living-history-as-it-happens days of my life, right up there with the Challenger explosion and the 2000 election and the selection of a new Pope. The kind of crazy-strange-tragedy that I hope happens only once in a lifetime, but I'm beginning to think that's too much to ask

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Oh, what to say? I don't know how to capture on paper the experience that working on a vibrant campaign is. Maybe I'll have a better description of it in a few weeks, once I've started sleeping again, but for now these random thoughts will have to do.Things I've Discovered this WeekI can work in an environment with news programs showing on two TVs (both located eight feet away from me), people

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Packing for any trip is a pain, especially one of considerable duration. This time around, I knew I'd be on the road for better than two weeks and I dreaded the chore that packing was sure to be. I'd need fancy work clothes and casual on-the-campaign-trail clothes and workout clothes and going out clothes, not to mention shoes to go with all those clothes! I finally convinced myself it would be

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God was playing a practical joke when he decided to put me in Wisconsin, I explain to people. Me, who doesn't like snow or cold or winter. Who is very much a city girl. Who has never milked a cow in her entire life. Who would shrivel up and die without museums and the symphony and a Banana Republic within driving distance. Ha ha! Funny guy, that God fellow. The political creature in me has been

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Gotta keep this short, else I'll keel over from exhaustion.I have (yet another) request for all you nice people out there in Internetland...I'm tired of the music on my iPod. Specifically, my "Music To Run To" playlist is boring me to tears. And really, crying while running isn't pretty. Well, running isn't all that pretty to begin with, but the crying tends to scare other people and we don't

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My life's been a little scattered lately. There's the usual work stuff, the usual personal stuff, the (thankfully) unusual personal stuff, the stuff-that-blurs-the-line-between-work-stuff-and-personal-stuff, not to mention traveling every time I turn around. My suitcase has claimed a permanent spot on my bedroom floor, half-filled, either coming or going. Putting it away is a seemingly wasted

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It's Love Thursday, the brainchild of Chookooloonks and momster. And seeing as how I express negative feelings much more often than positive ones, I figure I can use a weekly reminder to be happy, grateful, and effusive. Publicly. Don't let this scare you.Today I am loving Christal, who was quite sympathetic regarding my most recent boy fiasco. I believe she even complimented me on my ability to

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Montana: Land of Sky, Mountains and the Occasional WildlifeHere is but a sampling -- there are approximately fourteen gajillion more on Flickr. (No attempt at editing has been made (yet) so don't make fun of my photographic skills, uh, or lack thereof. Yeah, I should really take a class...in all my sparetime. If it means I spend less time with a photo editor, it might be worth it!)Big Sky Country

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Destination: Glacier National Park. Because I'm the outdoorsy type.Friend: You're really going rafting tomorrow?Me: Yeah. Why not?Friend: Um...Friend: You mean my extensive handbag collection and shoe obsession don't lead you to believe that I'm the outdoorsy type?Friend: Exactly. "Outdoorsy" is NOT the first word that comes to mind when describing you.[Yes, rafting trip. Pictures and stories

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Seriously, You Tube? Best. Invention. Ever.Forget those boring chain e-mails about how fantastic your girlfriends are, or what school project some nine-year old is doing, please put your first name and city here and forward to eleven hundred of your closest friends, now you can waste everyone's time with classics like this little gem.But first, turn down the volume on your computer!My Cubicle -

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The lovely Horrible Warning has tagged me for a meme. And while I discovered this in a timely fashion, I've been a little slow to acutally DO IT ALREADY because I've been bitter and angry and vodka-infused busy this week.Anyhow, here it is, the Wikipedia Meme.1. Go to Wikipedia.2. In the Search box, type your birth month and day (but not year).3. List three events that happened on your birthday.4

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If an hour of kickboxing followed by an hour of yoga sounds like the perfect remedy to your day (kick the shit out of Shithead Boy, then cleanse your mind, body and soul with stretching and concentrated breathing), you're wrong. You will spend kick-boxing class concentrating VERY HARD on following what the On Crack Instructor is doing (and wanting to kick the shit out of her) and then get pretty

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Warning: this post is rated MA (Mature Audience only) for language, violence and adult content. Please send your small children to bed, or go entertain yourself here instead.It's days like today that make me homesick, for my old life, my old friends, my old routines. If I still lived in DC, Neal and I would be hitting the bars. HARD. For a few days (weeks) on end. I don't know what he'd be

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Things that make me realize I'm actually a grown-up. Shit.Having a compulsive need to clean the house before I left town, including mopping the kitchen and bathroom floors, instead of, say, taking a nap. Or allotting myself more than thirty minutes to pack.Upon discovering I have no jarred spaghetti sauce to go over tonight’s frozen ravioli dinner, I decide to make my own because, really, it's

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My lifelong dream, achieved! Marrying into the Kennedy family! I can hardly believe it myself! *Swoon!*No, I didn't marry the ghost of JFK Jr., nor did I run off to Vegas this weekend and marry the first Kennedy I came across, but I did call the Evil Safeway and the very not-evil girl on the phone updated my customer information to reflect my new, married name. Ahem.(Come to think of it, this is

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I have always been a conscientious user of energy. In part, because it's a limited resource and I'm a hippie, tree-hugging liberal and conservation is generally the right thing to do. But mostly, because I am cheap. And while electricity is inexpensive these days (adjusted for inflation and relative to other consumer goods), I don't relish the thought of paying my local utility more than $40 a

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Darling, lovely Internet People, I come to you with my latest fashion conundrum: which sunglasses to invest in? Normally, this is a fairly easy decision, because Lord knows if I manage not to break or lose or scratch to all hell my $20 Target sunglasses over the course of the summer, I might still pick out a different pair the following year, just because I'm bored with the old ones.But.These

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Well, it's been more than a month and I still haven't written a review of my class reunion. In part it's because I'm alternately lazy, busy, and just plain don't love you enough. And in part it's because I haven't thought of a coherent way in which to describe the event. Probably because there isn't one. Instead, I present to you the following vignettes. And pictures.(I will have you know I

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I'm really enjoying the theme we've got going here...people who claim to be omniscient but appear not to know the first thing about my life.In keeping with that theme, I offer you this, my fortune from dinner this evening:A secret admirer will soon send you a sign of affection.Haaaaaaaaaaaaaah!No.My apologies for the shoddy post tonight. I have plenty of thoughts running around my head, but my

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OK, so I know all of you were duly impressed by the accuracy of that last description. I suggest you keep it on hand to analyze whatever puzzling wack-job totally natural behavior I may display in the future. (Feel free to apply the info retroactively, as well, such as to analyze last week's foray into The Land of the Crazy.)Mr. Numerology goes on to discuss, based on the spelling of my complete

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Against my better judgment, I clicked on a link, put in a bunch of personal info and was given the following glimpse at my life. (Of course, there's much, much more to be discovered, if I just sign up here with my credit card...) All this, just from knowing the date of my birth!I laughed. I cried. I wondered how, exactly, does one become a numerologist and how good's the pay?Your Life Path of 4 .

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I flipped the page on my calendar this week and made a shocking discovery: It's July.JULY. JU.LY. You know, that month that signals the beginning of the third quarter.Crap.Halfway through the year, and there's so much I haven't accomplished! Namely:Filing my taxes.Sculpting a body to rival Rebecca Romijn's.Figuring out how to be reimbursed by my insurance company for the last six months' worth of

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I had a busy weekend here, filled with exciting things like cleaning the bathroom! and doing laundry! and itemizing exactly what clothing I will drop off at Goodwill so I can accurately deduct its fair market value on next year's tax return! (Apparently I have previously been assigning "garage sale value" to my donations, as I think a shopping bag full of clothes is worth about $2 and Turbo Tax

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Dear Gods of the iPod Shuffle Setting,HA! You? Are a riot. Way funnier than all of the other gods with whom I am acquainted, and that's saying something.Like yesterday, for example? When I spent the afternoon freakingthefuckout over some stupid boy, and then got in the car and turned on my iPod, finally using that little iTrip gadget for its intended purpose for the first time ever? It was SO

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Do YOU know your HIV status? Washington, DC has announced a new public health initiative, encouraging all citizens between 14 and 84 to find out their HIV status through free, confidential, and fast testing. Even if you don't avail yourself of this program, ask your doctor for HIV screening as part of your regular annual check-up. Because DC is a high-risk city, most insurance plans will pay for

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I am single. Yes, I know you already know that, as you have probably memorized the information in my profile over there --> since I never seem to update with real stories anymore. But it has come as quite a surprise to people lately, so I thought perhaps I should address the topic with a little treatise here. Of course, 98% of them don't read this, but let's nevermind silly little details like

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After which I may very well hurl the nearest small kitchen appliance at you, provided it's not the coffee maker.Every once in a while, I have one of those days where I get to see How the Other Half Lives. And by "the other half," I mean you freaks those of you who do not greet the morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, just ready to start the day (insert smiling 1950s housewife face here), but

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Today's theme is "Things I probably meant to mention to you at some point, all in one scrambled little mess here." It'll be fun, I promise!Why my brother is my (comedic) hero. Oh dear god, if this doesn't make you laugh, I don't know what will.On the subject of my perfect man...it is decidedly not the random guy at the airport. No, try him, him, or him. And, um, if you happen to have any of their

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Things I am not so enamored with right now:Work deadlines that interfere with my vacation plansDad: Is that work?Me: Yes.ten minutes laterMom: Are you working?Me: Yes.Mom: Doesn't look like vacation to me.Me: Doesn't feel like vacation either.Sinuses that feel like, given the right barometric pressure conditions, they might actually come shooting out of my face.Corollary: Grocery store that is

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Yes, all of this has been said before, and probably more eloquently than I can put it. But this is my bully pulpit and I intend to use it! Besides, writing about it makes me less likely to YELL AT C-SPAN, thereby scaring the bejesus out of my coworker. I'm nice like that.Stop. Just stop. Enough with the gay bashing already; I'm sick of hearing it. Putting down other people just because they

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At work! Of course!Yes, people, AT WORK. And I probably will be for the next four hours, at which time I need to run home, throw some clothes in a suitcase for my weekend in LA and get myself to the airport for a 6:00 am flight. Good thing I'm all prepared 'n shit...I know exactly...um, what the weather's going to be like? Still need to locate a bathing suit or two. And the rest of whatever else

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It is over, right? Not that I know who won or anything, but I seem to recall hearing many "news" pieces about how the season finale was imminent. Like last week sometime?Anyway, dear Internet, this is your chance to vote, right here on this blog, for the dress that shall be worn to my class reunion. First, this is because I cannot possibly decide on my own and I value your esteemed opinion.

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1. Gather recommendations from your friend as to the best self-tanner to use.2. Vaguely remember reading something about self-tanner recommendations and application tips on somebody's blog. Google it, unsuccessfully. Browse a few; fail to locate whatever it was you read.3. Go to Target in search of recommended self-tanner. Fail to locate it.4. Locate bronzer instead, as suggested by Amalah,

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This class reunion thing should be interesting. Of course I'm curious to know what some people are up to, but the people I care most about I'm still in touch with. More interesting will be people's reactions to me and what I'm doing.High school is a strange place -- or maybe it was just mine -- but I always felt like there was a lot of pigeon-holing going on. You were an "athlete" or a "band geek

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Mmmmm. I really wanted to write tonight, but my body is sending me straight to bed. My very relaxed, almost-knot-free body. You can blame Troy or Tyler or Trevor or whatever his name is...I forgot it approximately two seconds into the massage. (I can tell you, however, that he is quite the eye candy with his curly blond hair, 6-foot tall athletic build and fabulous smile. Not that I noticed or

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Ahh, California. By far one of the best things about Northern California has got to be one's proximity to wine country. And for all of the "out West" things I haven't done, I've taken full advantage of my wine-related opportunities. Sonoma ValleyAgainUm, these next ones I don't remember taking, but there they were on the camera! Must've been after the first winery. Or four.I think I was trying to

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Ugh. Yes, I've been a tad busy this week. Not like a few weeks ago, but busy enough.After hearing yet another newspiece on my way to work this morning, I thought, ARGH, FINE, YES, I WILL WRITE ABOUT THIS. So, there's a real post coming. But it will be serious. And long. And serious.But, here! Have some random thoughts for your Friday!A couple of weeks ago, I drove this:That would be a

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Oh, Internet people, how I hope you will come through for me. It seems as though I have angered the Technology Gods mightily. I don't know what I did. Perhaps I forgot our anniversary or didn't notice someone's new haircut. Whatever it was, it's past the point of being funny -- we are firmly in Tragic Territory -- and now I am in need of your assistance.But first, some highlights, for your

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From the "Because in This Family We Just Make Fun of Everything Instead of Actually Talking About Our Feelings" FilesOn the phone with my mother Sunday, shortly after she told Dad she didn't want to talk to me.Me: Thanks for being my mom!Mom: Uh, ok. Not like I had much choice in the matter. I mean, I guess it depends on how you define "choice."Me: Well, you didn't leave me on someone else's

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Ok, so I have been duly called out for the complete opacity of that last post. Sorry. Sometimes I write things that aren't 100% about me (I know! Why would I do such a thing?!) and sometimes they're not 100% mine to talk about and sometimes you won't get 100% of the story. And I am 100% ok with that.[Though I will say that if my writing is being compared to J. D. Salinger's, I must be doing

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Calm, rational adult voice: You know what you have to do. Six-year-old-who-refuses-to-go-to-bed-because-it's-summer-and-still-light-out-and-there's-plenty-of-basketball-to-be-played-voice: I don't wanna!Yes, but, you have to.But. I. Don't. Want. To.That's just part of being a grown-up. We choose to do things that are in our best interest, even if we don't really want to.Sigh.You've been here

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They say a picture is worth a thousand words. But I haven't been able to find a picture that adequately captures how I feel about this magical place.How I get off the airplane and stand on the platform waiting for the Metro to take me downtown and am struck by an overwhelming urge to wrap my arms around the city and give it a great big hug, like reunited lovers reveling in their good fortune of

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Oh, what a week! There were meetings and networking events and more meetings and plenty of funny/annoying/deep thought things to write about and some more meetings, but absolutely no time in which to write, unless I want to stop sleeping altogether, and while I'm sure I have access to enough caffeine to make a go of it, I don't think that would be a particularly pleasant experience for everyone

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I don’t know whose, plan, because it’s sure not mine!I’m in South Bend/Chicago this weekend, and then it’s off to DC on Monday for the week. Just about every detail of these trips has changed, other than that Caron and John are, in fact, getting married in a few hours.[Hi, DC people! Let's pretend that I have my shit together and I totally sent you an e-vite for happy hour like two weeks ago, ok

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