Monthly Archive for March, 2005

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Things I probably have no business commenting on…

Published on March 21, 2005 in Daily Rambling and Pet Peeve. Closed

Let me preempt the following comments with this little tidbit of information – on a scale of one to granola, I rank somewhere in the upper echelon of granola. What I mean is, though about 5% of my wardrobe is trendy, I wear clogs or chacos (depending on the weather) practically every day. I have 5 pairs of pants, some with patches, because I like them and don’t want to replace them. I compost, recycle, and give scraps to the chickens. I am a hippy, for all general purposes, and I am OKAY with that. But this is what I don’t get (and why I now wished I had a camera phone so I can share the abundant unexplained fashion atrocities of a college campus):

WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH RUBBER BOOTS? First of all, it isn’t raining today… second of all, even if it was, they don’t need to be above the knee…. thirdly, YOUR SWEAT PANTS ARE TUCKED INTO THEM. Who are you? What fashion statement are you trying to make? I have seen 15 pair of those UGG or knock-off boots today as well. I live in northern CA folks. It is a CHILLY 66 degrees today. Break out the winter boots! Tuck our pants deep down into them so that no snow gets in… I’m sorry, not snow… GRASS CLIPPINGS…

Somebody please explain this fashion trend to me!?! The rubber boots?

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This is my life.

Published on March 17, 2005 in Daily Rambling. Closed

A 27-year old afraid of getting yelled at by her boss. She doesn’t own a house, but wants nothing more than a place to hang her coat that belongs to her. She isn’t married, but that is the thing she wants second most. And instead of being able to focus on writing a paper, she is obsessed with trying to figure out a craft that she can sell in order to save money for a house.

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My Adult Arsenal

Published on March 17, 2005 in Daily Rambling and I'm healthy. Closed

Ever since I was 18, I have been pulling the line, “I’m an adult now” in order to get away with making decisions and what not. Only recently have I come to grips with the fact that I am actually BECOMING an adult. It is like someone came up to me yesterday, kicked me with a boot, and said, “Hey dumbass, you are 27 now. Doesn’t it seem like a good idea to enter into the world of REAL adulthood? You know, the kind of life where you think about more than your immediate future?” (Immediate future defined as 10 minutes up to one year, which is the longest I have ever lived in an apartment.)

I decided that I am going to keep track of the new brain functions that I discover on a daily basis. These aren’t in any particular order.

My Adult-on-set Arsenal of Functionality:
1. Rationality
2. Practicality – I bought at 2000 Toyota Echo people… and not a 1978 VW bus.
3. Crazy fast typing skills without having to look at the keyboard
4. Ability to recognize immature things (like a make-out tent)
5. Inability to get sucked into other people’s drama – This is a biggie. I am shocked that this is now part of everyday life
6. Modesty
7. Conscience
8. Fiscal Responsibility

Now I realize that this is probably boring to most individuals. I mean, the blogs I read are full of politics, work outs, job talk, baby/family talk, etc. But it is crazy to be figuring out new things about me.

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How does it work?

Published on March 17, 2005 in I'm healthy. Closed

You know, for like the past two months I have been trying to untangle the web that is my thyroid disfunction. I went in for a sinus infection and my doctor asked when I last had my throid checked. Long story short, she orders the test, I get it done, I have borderline TSH (?) levels. So my other doctor (yeah, this two doctor nonsense stopped after this last visit… I have just one doctor now… or at least until I call for an appointment and they said, “Oh, she is on vacation. Would you like to see someone else?”, because then, then I will have two doctors again)… anyway… my other doctor orders this test to see if I have the antibodies that are generated when your body is trying to fight the autoimmune disease that causes hypothyroidism. Now, again, sparing you most of the details, I suffer from just about every condition that is associated with hypothyroidism AND my mom and my mother’s mom BOTH have it. I haven’t gotten the results back on the antibodies, but I am guessing that soon I will have some sort of diagnosis.

Anyway. The point of this post is that all of the thyroid stuff has made me acutely aware of how I have no idea how my body functions. And while I am figuring out that the “Adult-on-set Arsenal of Functionality” happens naturally and it is easy to see why it is happening, I don’t know why my body does half of the shit it does. Why is it that I can go on vacation to Sicily, eat pasta, pizza, cheese, dessert and wine like a pig and come home 10 pounds lighter, but can’t continue the trend while home in the US where I do more workouts and less eating? And my stomach has been sick for like three months (with the exception of my vacation)… and I know that I am not pregnant.

Is this part of being an adult?

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What is MY deal?

Published on March 16, 2005 in Dissing the dissertation and Me and my Winemonkey. Closed

I have been sitting at my desk for approximately 5 hours, with only a 15 minute walk this afternoon. I am supposed to be writing my paper. And what happens is that I start looking for references to prove my point and I CAN’T FIND THEM! Am I wrong? Is it such common knowledge that I can find one damn person that has already published it? What is my problem?

To top everything off, I think there is something wrong with Winemonkey and me. I think it is me. I think that I am bored. And that I don’t see him enough. And that he and I have only been having fun with his friends in big groups. Never just him and me. Never him and me with my friends. I honestly don’t know what to do about it. We both have roommates (I have two now) so we can’t resort to hiding out at either of our houses. Which means we can’t do the things we love to, including cooking or reading or snuggling or movie watching, without having someone else around. And even if we squeeze one of those activities in without roommates, it is like we are both just waiting for someone else to show up.

I love him and I am sure we will figure it out.

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Bright sunshiney day.

Published on March 11, 2005 in Country Livin' & City Life. Closed

This morning I rolled over and flung my shade up to see the sun pouring into the yard. I turned around in my bed so that I could stay laying down, but look out my window. Apparently one of my housemates had thrown out some grass seed in an attempt to make the yard a little more presentable. But there hasn’t been much rain to get the seeds incorporated down into the soil. So instead, there were a bunch of little, non- chirpy birds eating the seeds. (The non-chirpy part is important, I HATE blue jays because they never shut up and always wake me up…) I think I could have laid there all day and watched the going-ons outside of my window, but alas, I had to come in and work today…

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