The end is near ... of March. Can you believe it?
I'm really having difficulty grasping the concept of time these days. My lease is up at the end of May, I pay rent next week, blah blah blah. My gym membership is over due. (Don't start freaking out ... yes, I pay all of my bills and yes, the ones that truly matter do get paid on time.)
That reminds me, if I want cable service over the weekend, I need to pay my cable bill. And God help anyone that gets in the way of enjoying me some "Best Week Ever." (Secret: I actually either delay my evening or call it short to watch either the 9 p.m. or 11 p.m. airings. Sad, much? But how else do I get my weekly dose of vapid gossip while still feeling OK with snickering along?)
I'm really beginning to feel restless and tired of my current daily surroundings. I'm beginning to realize that I'm a person who needs constant change and challenges to be truly content. So ... I can't (and I don't want to) say too much right now, but I am taking steps to begin changing the life I'm living, one little bit at a time.
Still planning that trip ... more to come on that later.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
london calling
There are a lot of things to do in London, things that can't even begin to truly be accomplished in a one week period of time. Of course, I have to do the touristy things during my first trip, but I also want to blend in and truly experience London like those who live there.
So here are some of my picks for what I definitely *have* to do:
1) Tower of London
2) Westminster Abbey
3) British Museum (Is this it? They have so many museums, I get them confused. I want to go see the Rosetta Stone.)
4) British Library
5) Buckingham Palace/Clarence House/Kensington Palace (Basically, where the royals live.)
6) Harrod's
7) National Gallery
8) Trafalgar Square (Notting Hill, anyone?)
9) Downing Street (If only Hugh Grant were the prime minister ... )
10) A walking tour of "Jack the Ripper's London"
11) London Eye (If I can conquer my fear of heights)
12) Shakespeare's Globe Theater (Along with catching one of the Bard's plays in action.)
13) London Dungeon
14) Natural History Museum (I know I am no longer five years old or Ross Gellar, but I do love me some dinosaur skeletons.)
15) Madame Tussaud's
I need more thoughts/suggestions.
So here are some of my picks for what I definitely *have* to do:
1) Tower of London
2) Westminster Abbey
3) British Museum (Is this it? They have so many museums, I get them confused. I want to go see the Rosetta Stone.)
4) British Library
5) Buckingham Palace/Clarence House/Kensington Palace (Basically, where the royals live.)
6) Harrod's
7) National Gallery
8) Trafalgar Square (Notting Hill, anyone?)
9) Downing Street (If only Hugh Grant were the prime minister ... )
10) A walking tour of "Jack the Ripper's London"
11) London Eye (If I can conquer my fear of heights)
12) Shakespeare's Globe Theater (Along with catching one of the Bard's plays in action.)
13) London Dungeon
14) Natural History Museum (I know I am no longer five years old or Ross Gellar, but I do love me some dinosaur skeletons.)
15) Madame Tussaud's
I need more thoughts/suggestions.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
opinion versus truth
I'm either an extreme ball buster or just incredibly rough on people.
One of my friends (I guess we're friends?) is being completely used by a guy (who looks like Dopey from Snow White & the Seven Dwarves), and it's one of the most pathetic things I've seen. Here is this college educated woman who would rather run around, doe eyed, letting a man treat her like shit, than to be alone.
The thing is, I don't think she realizes he's treating her like shit. (I seriously think she wipes his ass for him, hence the whole "shit" thing being said twice.) She's in love. And she thinks he loves her (um, from what I've seen, he definitely doesn't.)
I'd rather have ridiculously high expectations that never get met - and yes, be single forever - then to be like that.
But that's just my opinion. Maybe the truth is that, if she's happy, then there's no problem with the way he treats her.
One of my friends (I guess we're friends?) is being completely used by a guy (who looks like Dopey from Snow White & the Seven Dwarves), and it's one of the most pathetic things I've seen. Here is this college educated woman who would rather run around, doe eyed, letting a man treat her like shit, than to be alone.
The thing is, I don't think she realizes he's treating her like shit. (I seriously think she wipes his ass for him, hence the whole "shit" thing being said twice.) She's in love. And she thinks he loves her (um, from what I've seen, he definitely doesn't.)
I'd rather have ridiculously high expectations that never get met - and yes, be single forever - then to be like that.
But that's just my opinion. Maybe the truth is that, if she's happy, then there's no problem with the way he treats her.
Monday, March 17, 2008
same place, different face
I got a new bed this weekend! Woo-hoo!
I've been sleeping on a cot that was only supposed to tide me over for the first month or so of life in my new apartment. That was ten months ago, so I guess I felt it was about time.
It's a queen sized pillow top mattress, definitely softer than it is firm. I have a beautiful pale green and cream colored silk (or at least silk-like) bedding to go on top, only adding to its comfortable allure.
My dog also enjoys it greatly, as I learned last night when I woke up to the sound of his snoring at both 2:23 and 4:30 a.m.
Other than that, I organized my closet and bookshelf, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom and washed the windows. There was not much else to do on Saturday afternoon but watch as tornadoes ripped through Atlanta and other portions of north Georgia.
Tonight is a St. Patrick's Day celebration complete with traditional corned beef and cabbage with the Irish parents (well, mother), then on to Guinness with a few friends at a local "bar" (or rather, place that serves alcohol and pretends to be a bar) and then doing what us Irish do best ... passing out early.
Yes, I'm Irish ... at least, 50%. So I can truly celebrate this holiday. More so than the posers. :-)
How sad is this? I canceled dinner plans for Friday because ... get this ... The Sound of Music airs beginning at 7:30 on ABC Family. Words cannot express my love for this movie. I have it on VHS, but own no VHS player, so the movie sits at my parents' house. I should just suck it up and buy it on DVD, but alas ... I am cheap.
So I will do the socially unacceptable thing and not go out Friday night (you read correctly) in favor of putting my hair up in a scrunchy, ordering a pizza (large, thin crust, chicken with extra black olives from Pizza Hut), drinking a homemade pitcher of margaritas and watching my favorite movie from childhood.
All in my new bed. :-)
I've been sleeping on a cot that was only supposed to tide me over for the first month or so of life in my new apartment. That was ten months ago, so I guess I felt it was about time.
It's a queen sized pillow top mattress, definitely softer than it is firm. I have a beautiful pale green and cream colored silk (or at least silk-like) bedding to go on top, only adding to its comfortable allure.
My dog also enjoys it greatly, as I learned last night when I woke up to the sound of his snoring at both 2:23 and 4:30 a.m.
Other than that, I organized my closet and bookshelf, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom and washed the windows. There was not much else to do on Saturday afternoon but watch as tornadoes ripped through Atlanta and other portions of north Georgia.
Tonight is a St. Patrick's Day celebration complete with traditional corned beef and cabbage with the Irish parents (well, mother), then on to Guinness with a few friends at a local "bar" (or rather, place that serves alcohol and pretends to be a bar) and then doing what us Irish do best ... passing out early.
Yes, I'm Irish ... at least, 50%. So I can truly celebrate this holiday. More so than the posers. :-)
How sad is this? I canceled dinner plans for Friday because ... get this ... The Sound of Music airs beginning at 7:30 on ABC Family. Words cannot express my love for this movie. I have it on VHS, but own no VHS player, so the movie sits at my parents' house. I should just suck it up and buy it on DVD, but alas ... I am cheap.
So I will do the socially unacceptable thing and not go out Friday night (you read correctly) in favor of putting my hair up in a scrunchy, ordering a pizza (large, thin crust, chicken with extra black olives from Pizza Hut), drinking a homemade pitcher of margaritas and watching my favorite movie from childhood.
All in my new bed. :-)
Friday, March 14, 2008
it's friday!
Let's see, it was supposed to rain today with a high near 74. With that in mind, I wore my knee-length purple paisley dress with flat white sandals and short, fluttering sleeves.
It is raining, but is nowhere near 74 (probably closer to 50). I feel so let down (and cold).
I'm ready for tomorrow because I'm setting aside the entire weekend to redecorate my bedroom. Plans include purchasing a new bed (from frame to mattress set to linens), finding a vanity, and finding some sort of seating arrangement for the one corner near the window where I have my magazines and chick lit books stacked up. Organizing my closet (and dresser) are also on the list of priorities. How much of this will actually get done this weekend is still up in the air, but my hopes are high.
I'm just beginning to quite seriously plan for my upcoming London trip. I already know I'll be going during the darkest, dreariest month (January - the weather might not be pleasant, but $400 RT tickets can't be beat!), and I already have some idea where I'll be staying (a charming flat either near Buckingham or Kensington ... I get to choose, all for $100 an evening). I want to do the touristy scene, but am trying to find where the true Londoners go.
My only fear is that I'll fall desperately in love - with either the city or a British man with Hugh Grant's accent and Colin Firth's looks - and that once my "vacation" is over, life will always be a bit dimmer.
Depressing, non?
So when I take a lunch break (when I wrap up this post, actually), I'm heading to the library for further reading material. And that is how I shall spend this weekend ... decorating the bedroom and planning a great trip.
Have a great weekend, everyone!
It is raining, but is nowhere near 74 (probably closer to 50). I feel so let down (and cold).
I'm ready for tomorrow because I'm setting aside the entire weekend to redecorate my bedroom. Plans include purchasing a new bed (from frame to mattress set to linens), finding a vanity, and finding some sort of seating arrangement for the one corner near the window where I have my magazines and chick lit books stacked up. Organizing my closet (and dresser) are also on the list of priorities. How much of this will actually get done this weekend is still up in the air, but my hopes are high.
I'm just beginning to quite seriously plan for my upcoming London trip. I already know I'll be going during the darkest, dreariest month (January - the weather might not be pleasant, but $400 RT tickets can't be beat!), and I already have some idea where I'll be staying (a charming flat either near Buckingham or Kensington ... I get to choose, all for $100 an evening). I want to do the touristy scene, but am trying to find where the true Londoners go.
My only fear is that I'll fall desperately in love - with either the city or a British man with Hugh Grant's accent and Colin Firth's looks - and that once my "vacation" is over, life will always be a bit dimmer.
Depressing, non?
So when I take a lunch break (when I wrap up this post, actually), I'm heading to the library for further reading material. And that is how I shall spend this weekend ... decorating the bedroom and planning a great trip.
Have a great weekend, everyone!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
soul silence
Spring is only a few short days away. It's currently sunny, near 70 degrees. And it was snowing, in the low-30s, with a dusting accumulating on the weary plants, only five days ago.
As I walked the dog in last weekend's late snow, I realized how walking in the snow is one of the most beautiful, reflective things in life. Snow was pounding the ground without making a sound. It stuck to my hair, clothes, eyelashes without weighing me down. If it had been a bit warmer and the snow had been rain, no one would've wanted to go out in it. But with the snow I slowed my gait, walked the dog around the building not once or twice but three times. When we got back inside I ran to the window, both entranced and exasperated by the ambiguity of it all, touching my fingertips to the screen to feel the icy cold shoot through my wrist.
Isn't that life? When it snows, when the timing is right, everything is perfect. When it rains, when the timing is just a bit off, we either don't pay attention or become irritated that our lives are inconvenienced by just a bit of wet.
The only time I like rain is when it's at night. I go to bed early, stare at the ceiling and let the sound drown out my thoughts. Only when it's convenient.
As I walked the dog in last weekend's late snow, I realized how walking in the snow is one of the most beautiful, reflective things in life. Snow was pounding the ground without making a sound. It stuck to my hair, clothes, eyelashes without weighing me down. If it had been a bit warmer and the snow had been rain, no one would've wanted to go out in it. But with the snow I slowed my gait, walked the dog around the building not once or twice but three times. When we got back inside I ran to the window, both entranced and exasperated by the ambiguity of it all, touching my fingertips to the screen to feel the icy cold shoot through my wrist.
Isn't that life? When it snows, when the timing is right, everything is perfect. When it rains, when the timing is just a bit off, we either don't pay attention or become irritated that our lives are inconvenienced by just a bit of wet.
The only time I like rain is when it's at night. I go to bed early, stare at the ceiling and let the sound drown out my thoughts. Only when it's convenient.
Monday, March 10, 2008
not so much
This is my "first post," but not technically. See, I had another blog:
pinkslipsinparadise.blogspot.com
However, I can't seem to get the perfect User Name and Password combination to log in and resurrect that particular blog. So now I've found myself in this new home.
There will be an actual blog post coming later. For now, I have to go and be productive at the job that pays the bills.
pinkslipsinparadise.blogspot.com
However, I can't seem to get the perfect User Name and Password combination to log in and resurrect that particular blog. So now I've found myself in this new home.
There will be an actual blog post coming later. For now, I have to go and be productive at the job that pays the bills.
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