Monthly Archives: May 2008

An Auspicious Day

Today is my architect’s birthday. It is the 6th birthday I’ve helped him celebrate – which simultaneously seems like a lot and not that many. We’ve been together for 5 ½ years, and married for 1 ½. When we started out, we were in our early 30s & mid 20s; – the differences between 25 & 31/32 & 38 seem enormous. Although, in all fairness, I have to point out that I’m still not as old as he was when we met. Cradle robber. *ahem*

We’ve been through a lot in the last almost six years, and I imagine we’ll go through a lot more in the next six. But honestly? I can’t wait.

I love you.

Also – Happy birthday Dr. Marcy! Sorry I didn’t publicly wish you such yesterday. And you really need to look into why your voice mail cut me off only half way through my message to you. Time limits on voice mail are for losers.

I promise the return of shoe porn next week. I have been letting everyone down. In the meantime, I need shoe help! At my new job, I walk a lot. Far, far distances. For instance, just a little while ago, I had to go get a signature from someone, and it was ½ mile there and back. And that was just one of my many daily trips. I don’t spend nearly as much time at my desk as I used to, and there are stairs. I love the walking & the stairs. Makes me feel better about the gravy I had for lunch. BUT, as someone whose work shoe collection is almost exclusively 3-inch heels (and whose work pants are all hemmed for 3-inch heels), I need advice on a summery (I’m assuming summer will hit any moment) pair of heels (I would rather suffer than wear flats every day, because I am crazy a fashionista) that I can walk in without limping by the end of the day. I would accept 2-inch heels, because I am a compromiser. Any ideas?

The unkindest cut of all….

I forgot to relay the worst event of the whole weekend. This terrible event made me sad and grumpy and (if you listen to the architect) proved that I am more than a little insane.

Saturday, I was doing yard work. In fact, I believe that I was weeding at the time (I love weeding – but that’s an insanity for another post). All of sudden, a large truck appeared on our block. And on the truck? Lots and lots of bins. Blue bins and green bins. It was our new recycling & yard waste bins. In the recycling bins, we can put anything! Yogurt containers! Soda cans! Chicken parts! And, in the yard waste bins, we can put – wait for it – yard waste! The exciting thing about the yard waste bins is that they are humongous, and I can use them to dispose of the scary & deadly poke weeds that inhabit my backyard, just waiting to pounce on an innocent child and force their dangerous berries down that child’s throat.

I watched, all aquiver, as the delivery people distributed the bins up & down the street. The driver started his engine, and one last pair of bins was unloaded and rolled off towards – not our house. And before I could even cry out, “where are my bins?” they were gone.

The architect is not nearly as upset as I am. He tried logic. He tried reason. But all I could think of was that I wasn’t good enough to make the dodge ball recycling team. Perhaps I was being punished for trying to recycle yogurt containers before they were accepted. Perhaps they knew that I wanted to put toxic weeds in my yard waste bin. Perhaps I just wasn’t pretty enough to recycle all my food waste that I can’t compost.

The rest of the weekend, whenever I would see a house with pretty, new bins that hadn’t yet been taken off the curb (likely the occupants were on vacation); all I could do was fantasize about stealing their bins. I didn’t, of course. The bins are MUCH too big to fit in my car, and I think it would be obvious if someone saw them rolling down the street (even if I could hide in one – they’re that big).

So, I have been slighted. The architect assures me that if we don’t receive bins in a couple of weeks, we can just call our disposal company & bins will be delivered to us – but I don’t know. What if they don’t believe us? What if they thing we’re lying and that we’re just crazy people who are trying to collect more than our fair share of bins?

Where will I put my chicken bones?

*sob*

A Good Weekend

We didn’t camp – the weather didn’t seem compatible.

Instead, we went out for Thai food Friday night.  Saturday morning, the architect & I went for a run.  That was pretty awesome, since we seldom run together anymore.  It was a short run, but good.  We spent the rest of the day doing yard work.  My front perennial garden in 99% done.  My veggie garden is looking awesome.  I think the potatoes are growing almost visibly.

Saturday night got stormy – so we had dinner on the front porch & watched the storm come in.  It was a pretty spectacular thunder storm.  I can’t remember the last time I saw a storm that awesome – they’re not that common in either Los Angeles or Portland.

Sunday we did nothing.  We lounged.  I took a bath.  We went out to dinner.  Life was good.

Today we went hiking – beautiful hike.  We went about 12 miles – maybe more.  I’m feeling pretty good.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

I just wanted to take a brief moment to wish happy birthday to one of my all time favorite people in the whole wide world.

Certainly my favorite person to drink Captain Cokes with whilst eating nachos and chain-smoking in Los Angeles.

Happy 25th, Brad!

(If you came to Portland, we could take so many more drunken photos!)

Talk about the crazy!

So, It’s week three at the new job.  And things are starting to happen.  I’m actually doing my job now!  A little – I don’t have all the computer access I need yet (and won’t until June 4 until I’m 100% done w/ training).  But, I have responsibilities!  And so far, I’m doing well, I think.

Our realtor is coming over for dinner on Thursday evening – she hasn’t been here since we moved in a year ago, so I’m trying to make my home beautiful.  Or, at the very least, clean.  Obviously I’m doing a great job since I’m on the computer.  ha!

My month of hard core is not going well, I’m afraid.  Will I never have a 100 mile month?

I’m really scattered tonight – and don’t have a lot to say.  I really can’t talk too much about my job, and that’s all I’ve done since yesterday!  I think I’ll have some funny stories later in the week, though.

I need to talk about the granola (thanks Claire!) and the funny bariatric surgery inspirational speaker that I overheard today.