John brought this up during dinner, and now it’s all I can hear. Please join me.
Added bonus fun:
John brought this up during dinner, and now it’s all I can hear. Please join me.
Added bonus fun:
The only thing we wanted to do for Halloween this year was walk around the neighborhood and see the decorations. At the last minute, I decided it was silly of us to wander around on Halloween without costumes, so I checked my closet et voila! I was able to put a totally serviceable costume together using clothes I already own AND that I actually wear, although not in this particular combination.
Side ponytail, off-the-shoulder sweatshirt, high-top chucks. I even tight-rolled my jeans for authenticity. Then I topped it off with an overly patched acid-wash jean jacket.
I wasn’t 100% committed (no blue eyeshadow, no bangs), but I think it told the right story. John put on a leather bomber jacket and went as my too-old-for-me boyfriend.
A friend of mine at work casually dropped into conversation that he’s seeing a screening of Monty Python and the Holy Grail followed by a Q&A with John Cleese and WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY LIFE THAT I DIDN’T KNOW THIS WAS HAPPENING?
It’s totally not okay that I didn’t find out this was a thing until the tour had passed me by. I am bereft.
But YOU don’t have to be.
Here’s the tour schedule. (Hint: it’ll be in DC soon and Louisville the week after.)
I need you all to go and have a wonderful time because I need to live vicariously through you.
I’m not going to talk about work. Instead, I will tell you what’s new!
Um….we joined a gym! Again, but for the first time since we moved. Our gym is less than a mile from our house, and it has oodles of cardio and weight machines and some group classes (although mostly at times I can’t go to because of work) and a scary half-circle-shaped room that’s always dark for spin classes – I’m not going near that. (Spin classes have too much yelling. I don’t want to be yelled at all, but I feel like if you’re going to yell, you should at least turn the lights on. It’s weird.) And they have 5 or 6 heavy bags, so we can resume our boxing workouts. Yay!
I lifted weights (and by “weights”, I mean “lightweight dumbbells” – let’s not get crazy here) for the first time in months (since May?) yesterday morning, and I am paying for it today. It’s the good hurt, but it’s still a hurt. Oh, and then I sliced my finger on the edge of the sugar container lid that John chipped earlier this week, so that hurts too. I did NOT bleed in the sugar. (Much.) At all! For reals. The sugar is not contaminated. (Much.) At all! (I’m sorry -can’t help myself.)
So let’s see…what else is new?
I guess that’s all.
It’s a rainy, kind of dank, dark day, but two things just happened that brightened my mood. First, I got this ridiculous, totally incomprehensible email from a customer:
“It looks like we do not have production turned on. So I need to get your metadata chicken figure production”
Total autocorrect fail, and it’s making me laugh. Metadata Chicken Figure is the name of my new band.
I responded with, “I can provide my metadata chicken figure production, but not until I receive your grounded sailboat muppet configuration. I’ll need to make sure they match.” (No, I didn’t. But Grounded Sailboat Muppet is the name of my autobiography.)
THEN I saw this picture on Tom and Lorenzo. It’s the hipsteriest hipster picture that ever hipstered.
Let us count the hipster ways…I get to 7 without even trying. I am amused.
I was going to comment on how the mugginess of late summer/early fall here in a house without air conditioning means that gear that gets sweaty and, like, towels don’t always feel completely dry after 24 hours, but I decided that it would sound like I’m complaining, and I’m not, so I won’t.
I was going to say something about how our bedroom is set up in a weird way so that our bed either goes under windows, leaving no room for a dresser (not if we want to be able to open the drawers) or against a wall between two doors, leaving no room for bedside tables so there’s no place for reading lights or glasses of water or even our phones except to put them on the floor, but really that’s an opportunity for us to go find a headboard that has a shelf on it, which we’ve wanted for a long time, so it’s not even a complaint and it’s not worth mentioning.
I was going to mention that I’m not crazy about working until 5pm again – what happened to my afternoons? – but it’s the end of the government fiscal year right now and everyone is running around like chickens with their heads cut off, so long (or at least normal) hours are to be expected, and then I remembered that starting work at 9 instead of 6 means I can exercise in the morning again, which I LOVE, so this is a schedule change I can live with. Especially since I think I can shift back to earlier hours (maybe 7 to 3?) once it starts getting dark and cold in the early mornings, and then I’ll prefer to run later anyway, so it all works out, and I don’t see the point of bringing it up.
I guess I don’t have anything to say.
We pulled into the parking lot and saw the sign and I swear I heard the Hallelujah Chorus. This heavenly place is 33 miles from our house, and it lived up to my expectations.
Thank you, Wegmans, for ruining me for every other grocery store in existence.
Updated with Instagram link.
When we moved to Oregon, Will and Christina gave us a keychain with a little 10th Doctor. Now that we’re leaving, Li’l DT is sharing our adventures. In a fun twist, he has become OUR companion.
Most of the fun is happening in real time on my Instagram feed (which anyone can see online, without an account, by looking up zannah42 on Instagram.com), but I’ll probably compile the pictures here once we get there.
Here, I’ll make it easy for you. Go here. You’ll see the captions (because I always include captions) if you click on an individual picture.
I slept with my contacts in last night. I feel like that doesn’t bode well for the rest of the day. I dreamed I had to make pancakes at school, and I was going to be graded both on how good they were AND what terms I was able to get for the mortgage I got for them. I was worried because I was the last in the class during the taste test and my pancakes were going to be cold. I was not worried about the mortgage. While I was waiting for my turn, I found out that the entire school was out of coffee and I had to drink ice water, which I promptly spilled on my slippers – because I was wearing slippers at school – so I had to go barefoot.
To recap: I slept with my contacts in and then had a weird restless night with weird restless dreams. Oh, and we’re basically in the path of totality for today’s eclipse. If you don’t hear from me again, it’s because our alien overlords took me away under cover of darkness, decided I was too stupid to keep (since I can’t remember to take my contacts out at night), and left me to wander in the wilderness.
I have fallen in love with a pair of shoes. They’re the ultimate Disney princess shoes, and my heart aches for them.
I saw them on Tom & Lorenzo’s site, and for the first time in my life I was compelled to go to the designer’s website to see more. If it’s possible to fall further in love, I did when I saw them in midnight blue.
They’re calling out my name. “Buy me, Zannah! We’ll be so happy together!” I don’t have anywhere to wear them or anything to wear them with, but those are tiny details. Are they comfortable? Who cares? (Okay, I do, but let’s put that aside.) Do they come in narrow? Probably not. Are they more than I pay in rent? …..Yes. Yes, they are more than I pay in rent.
I love them, I do, but the don’t-buy-them factors are adding up and the practical side of me says I don’t get to be a princess in $2150 shoes that don’t go with anything I own, that probably aren’t comfortable, that probably won’t actually fit, and will sit in my closet unworn because I don’t have any occasions to wear them.
I will have to find some other kind of princess to be. Like this one.
But oh, those shoes.
You want to know what I’m doing right now? Right this very second? Well, I’m typing on my laptop (obvs), sitting in a chair in my backyard, with corn on the grill (John says it’s a barbecue because it’s charcoal not gas, but I don’t think that distinction has anything to do with reality), soon to be joined by steak (the corn, not me – the steak will not be joining me until I eat it, and then we two will become one), listening to John strum his banjo. The only thing that would make this better, right this very second, is if I were drinking wine instead of water, but I’m doing the smart thing and avoiding those empty calories tonight because I did not avoid the empty calories of buttered banana bread at lunchtime. Gotta make choices, and I choose banana bread and corn and steak. The wine will still be there next week. Or when the banana bread is gone, whichever comes first. Willpower!
At first I was curious.
Then I was amused.
And then John found The Bible Cure for Thyroid Disorders and my eyes rolled right out of my head.
Of course, now I can’t find it to get a picture, so you’ll just have to have faith that it exists.
I gave myself a papercut just below the nail on my middle finger while wrapping a present. That’ll teach me to buy presents for people.
Why would I say “I gave myself” the papercut? I got a papercut. The vindictive wrapping paper gave me the papercut. It was revenge for the scissors use.
Inanimate objects around here have agendas. I have to be on alert.
I have posters and things to hang on walls. We’re moving in less than three months. Seems silly to hang things up now. Might do it anyway. Just not today.
I figured it out! No, I don’t have a baby chest-burster lost in my skull (thanks, Michelle, for the image – that’ll linger). I rode today, and when I ride, I wear a helmet. When I wear a helmet, I put my hair in a ponytail, and the helmet goes on over the base of the ponytail. Some days I don’t get the placement just right, and midway through my lesson I become aware of this painful pressure in one spot near the base of my skull. I forget about it as soon as I take the helmet off, relieving the pressure, but apparently that 45 minutes or so of pressure leaves a lasting sensitive spot. That must have happened last Friday. I don’t remember that specifically, but I definitely remember that pain from other lessons, so I’m willing to go with this theory. My odds of survival are better with this theory.
I got the placement of my ponytail right today – no pain, no fear of aliens. Well, no pain.