My encounter with the rain this morning:
Me, juggling my regular bag, gym bag, lunch tupperware (in a bag), umbrella, and Express paper (because I can't resist my daily crossword), my metro pass, and reaching for a pencil with not a hand to do anything else, while trying not to fall down on the metro.
My encounter at the doctor's office today:
Receptionist: we only have one number on file for you, do you want to add another number?
Me: no, I don't have a home number, so that one is fine.
Receptionist: do you have an office number?
Me: I'd rather not have you call my office because it's just a general number; you can always call my cell
Receptionist: you don't have an extension?
Me: I'd rather you not call my office, the cell number is fine
Receptionist: we can put 'do not call' next to it
Me: if you're not going to call then why do you need it?
Receptionist: in case we can't get through on the other number and we have to call
Me: but I don't want you to call my office
Receptionist: ok, I'll let the doctor know
Me: ok, thanks, bye
Receptionist: [click]
My encounter with the fire alarm today:
It's not so much that I came home and the fire alarm was going off, it's that the fire alarm was going off so quietly that I can only assume it's broken. And I'm not annoyed at the noise it's making, but more disturbed that if there were an actual fire (Ed: so far, no fire on the floor), that pathetic alarm wouldn't alert anyone, especially me and I sleep like a baby. And by "sleep like a baby" I don't mean well, I mean waking up every few hours until I see the light of day.
Happy Birthday Jordan!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Today's Agenda...
Obtaining [check] and reading [half checked] books on Argentina and Buenos Aires! Going first week in March.
Roasting garlic for some homemade garlic bread [in progress]
Nursing my Monoflumonia-over [it could be a real thing...]
Not getting my car washed [check]
And apparently watching this program on Jews in America....ie, the only thing on tv right now.
Roasting garlic for some homemade garlic bread [in progress]
Nursing my Monoflumonia-over [it could be a real thing...]
Not getting my car washed [check]
And apparently watching this program on Jews in America....ie, the only thing on tv right now.
Cousin Itt from Start to Finish
Once upon a time, there was a girl. This girl passed the bar exam and 8 months later she was finally being sworn into the NY Bar. She wanted to use this new distinction for good. So, she decided, she would volunteer her time and do pro bono work, every week and help those less
fortunate. But reality quickly sank in - she didn't really have a lot of skills to share and although she had plenty of free time, her moderate salary didn't really lend itself to giving away loads of time or money. So she bagged the pro bono notion, got a part-time job and decided the only way she had to help others was to grow and donate her hair. Unfortunately, this decision came on the heels of getting her hair cut quite short (March 2006 - NY bar swearing in ceremony - with godmother Aunt Diane).
fortunate. But reality quickly sank in - she didn't really have a lot of skills to share and although she had plenty of free time, her moderate salary didn't really lend itself to giving away loads of time or money. So she bagged the pro bono notion, got a part-time job and decided the only way she had to help others was to grow and donate her hair. Unfortunately, this decision came on the heels of getting her hair cut quite short (March 2006 - NY bar swearing in ceremony - with godmother Aunt Diane). 
She started growing her hair out. There were times it didn't seem to be growing at all (left, fall 2006).
She got bored with her Cousin Itt hair. It became somewhat unruly. The answer - bangs! Even her parents didn't recognize her after this cut (left, Alumni regatta, Tombs after party, May 2007).
(Granted, there's some lapse here in the timeline, but the problem in almost every picture it's up in a ponytail, so it's hard to see if it was growing).
She resorted to pinning Itt back and tying the mass of Itt up in ponytails, pigtails, and braids. Check out that tail! (left, Apple dinner, September 2007).
Finally, she tried just embracing Itt. Flowing locks (Fakesgiving, November 2007). I call this picture, "Hi Mom!"
Here's one last picture of Itt. Admittedly, it's not the greatest shot, but this is Itt at it's longest (December 2007 - Eli's 1st birthday party).
Finally, in late December, she grew fed up with Itt. Itt was clogging up every drain in her apartment and Itt no longer looked presentable. Every day was a different type of ponytail. So - she made a hair appointment and went in to get Itt cut off!
Here Itt is! The tail!! Looks more like a turd to me, but this is all 10 - 12 inches of Itt!! This was cut on one of the last days of December 2007!
It was a bit of a shock at first, but looking back at these pictures she realizes that Itt will grow back and in a relatively short amount of time. Plus, no matter how much she hates the new cut, she knows that the tail will help out a bald cancer patient look a little better or even just feel a little better about herself. However, now every picture she sees of the past 2 years she thinks, "I miss my hair!"
Here's the end result! (New Years Eve, 2007, with Annie).
Friday, January 25, 2008
"It's been so long since last we met..."
Yup, that's right folks. I'm back! Sorry for the delay, but I promise some new posts over the next few days. There are definitely some things that I can fill you all in on - if anyone is still reading!
Ok, I'm back. I got a little side tracked there for a while, especially Friday night when I had planned on updating this blog. Long story short - a quick happy hour with Melissa on Friday turned into a Martini fest at the Mayflower hotel and yada yada yada, I'm finally feeling better!
As catch up - after the last time I posted, I went to give blood. I was a little nervous, but happy to be doing some good. Alas, the INOVA blood center didn't like my type (something about a heart condition) and they rejected me. They told me I could give blood after I got my heart valve replaced. I told them I didn't plan on having it replaced! They said, "then you can't give blood here." I told them that I had been ok'd to give blood at the American Red Cross and they said, "That's great - go there and give blood!" Sigh...
I also finally managed to make fudge. After trying my cousin Evan's recipe and ending in utter failure (the big crumbly mess, which I'm not sure if I've mentioned). Evan said he'd never heard of that happening and couldn't think of how or why the fudge would turn to crumbles. I suggested possibly it was the soy milk I used? I knew the recipe was going to turn out badly because I was already improvising in the first step. Anyway, yes, apparently something about fat content and milk and soy and well...you need to use whole milk. Anyway, then a very small and simple recipe came to me (literally, its the smallest recipe ever, not bigger than a quarter in size). I tried that one (thank you Adam) and it was actually quick and easy and made perfect fudge! I made it twice actually, it was a big hit and now I don't really need fudge again for a long time. It was very sweet. In fact, that's what most people said when they tried it (at least it's better than my aunt's reaction to my thanksgiving corn pudding, which was, "it's...interesting...").
The car is still trucking along. Ya know, it's eternally filthy and forever making weird noises. Still needs brakes and probably a lot more TLC than I can give it. Sometimes I lose track of it and go weeks without seeing it. It's OK - I know it's still there. In fact, I saw it yesterday!
And just for good measure, I'll add one little anecdote from this morning. I went to this food court type place near my apartment. It's called "Epicurean & Company" - the sign says "A Taste of Pleasure" - honestly for the longest time I thought it was an adult shop, but then I realized one day that it was serving food, which actually looked kind of good, but I never had time to get in there. So today, in an egg and cheese quest, I went in there. I asked the man behind the grill if he could make egg and cheese? Yes. On a bagel? Yes. So I see him toasting a bagel, and then buttering it, so I thought. It looked like a lot of butter, but who am I to turn my nose up at excessive buttering - maybe he knew something I didn't. No, he didn't. He finally hands me the bagel. I say, "This is an egg and cheese?" and he said "Yes, I already put the cheese on." I said, "Egg and cheese?" And he said, "No, sorry, it's cream cheese." So he takes it back and puts some egg on the grill. He asks, "What kind of cheese, or is cream cheese OK?" To myself I thought, "No, cream cheese is not OK. Not OK at all!" So I respond, "No, EGG and CHEESE, like American cheese?" At this point I was very worried that he was just going to scrape off the cream cheese and put the egg and cheese on it, but at that point I was thinking, "it' close enough." I see him take out another bagel, struggle to cut it open (was it stale? frozen? why was it so hard to cut?), toast it and put the egg and cheese on it. Seems OK, right? I get home and realize it was a cinnamon raisin bagel! D'oh!
Ok, I'm back. I got a little side tracked there for a while, especially Friday night when I had planned on updating this blog. Long story short - a quick happy hour with Melissa on Friday turned into a Martini fest at the Mayflower hotel and yada yada yada, I'm finally feeling better!
As catch up - after the last time I posted, I went to give blood. I was a little nervous, but happy to be doing some good. Alas, the INOVA blood center didn't like my type (something about a heart condition) and they rejected me. They told me I could give blood after I got my heart valve replaced. I told them I didn't plan on having it replaced! They said, "then you can't give blood here." I told them that I had been ok'd to give blood at the American Red Cross and they said, "That's great - go there and give blood!" Sigh...
I also finally managed to make fudge. After trying my cousin Evan's recipe and ending in utter failure (the big crumbly mess, which I'm not sure if I've mentioned). Evan said he'd never heard of that happening and couldn't think of how or why the fudge would turn to crumbles. I suggested possibly it was the soy milk I used? I knew the recipe was going to turn out badly because I was already improvising in the first step. Anyway, yes, apparently something about fat content and milk and soy and well...you need to use whole milk. Anyway, then a very small and simple recipe came to me (literally, its the smallest recipe ever, not bigger than a quarter in size). I tried that one (thank you Adam) and it was actually quick and easy and made perfect fudge! I made it twice actually, it was a big hit and now I don't really need fudge again for a long time. It was very sweet. In fact, that's what most people said when they tried it (at least it's better than my aunt's reaction to my thanksgiving corn pudding, which was, "it's...interesting...").
The car is still trucking along. Ya know, it's eternally filthy and forever making weird noises. Still needs brakes and probably a lot more TLC than I can give it. Sometimes I lose track of it and go weeks without seeing it. It's OK - I know it's still there. In fact, I saw it yesterday!
And just for good measure, I'll add one little anecdote from this morning. I went to this food court type place near my apartment. It's called "Epicurean & Company" - the sign says "A Taste of Pleasure" - honestly for the longest time I thought it was an adult shop, but then I realized one day that it was serving food, which actually looked kind of good, but I never had time to get in there. So today, in an egg and cheese quest, I went in there. I asked the man behind the grill if he could make egg and cheese? Yes. On a bagel? Yes. So I see him toasting a bagel, and then buttering it, so I thought. It looked like a lot of butter, but who am I to turn my nose up at excessive buttering - maybe he knew something I didn't. No, he didn't. He finally hands me the bagel. I say, "This is an egg and cheese?" and he said "Yes, I already put the cheese on." I said, "Egg and cheese?" And he said, "No, sorry, it's cream cheese." So he takes it back and puts some egg on the grill. He asks, "What kind of cheese, or is cream cheese OK?" To myself I thought, "No, cream cheese is not OK. Not OK at all!" So I respond, "No, EGG and CHEESE, like American cheese?" At this point I was very worried that he was just going to scrape off the cream cheese and put the egg and cheese on it, but at that point I was thinking, "it' close enough." I see him take out another bagel, struggle to cut it open (was it stale? frozen? why was it so hard to cut?), toast it and put the egg and cheese on it. Seems OK, right? I get home and realize it was a cinnamon raisin bagel! D'oh!
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