Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
The most simple tasks, at times, can be the most difficult. Or perhaps, what I envisioned as a simple task was grossly underestimated. In any situation, this weekend was a comedy of errors, mistakes and minor bursts of frustration. It all started with a desire to clean, which turned into an idea of rearranging furniture, which then created a domino effect throughout the house. And now, tonight, it looks like the entire contents of a study were thrown up in the living room...which they were.
The expiration date on my computer has come and gone, and although I managed to eek out a year of use beyond my original plans, the last few months have been slow going. That is, in terms of opening files, navigating the web and even turning on my laptop. I hesitated at spending the extra money right now since I've been working on paying off bills but I realized my productivity at home was terrible because of the lumbering speed of my current computer. So, there I was one night...on the phone with a stranger overseas...and yes, he sweet talked me into a new laptop, complete with a 20" monitor. Did I feel guilty, used or a little dirty after our hour-long chat the night before? No, in fact I felt giddy with excitement over the pending arrival of my goodies. The only problem was the space or lack thereof in my study.
The study unfortunately has become more of a catch-all space. So I decided it was time to get the nursery in order for the new baby arriving within the week and set my sights on doing it in one day; Saturday. Friday night, I left work and headed off to IKEA with dreams of a new desk running through my brain. I found it, fell in love with it and happily headed off to the car. At which point I discovered my new desk top was about 4" wider than the interior of my car (who knew?) I tried the trunk (with the fold down back seat), I tried every iteration of shoving it through the door and was almost on the verge of heading back in for a refund when I thought of opening the back windows. With some maneuvering and a little pushing, I finally managed to wedge the desk top in the back seat, and out the passenger rear window. The drive home was muggy, I was sweaty and tired, but thrilled at my resourcefulness.
I opted out of taking a shower on Friday (big mistake) and instead decided to move absolutely everything in my office out and into the living room. I brought in boxes, shoved my papers and other junk inside and laid havoc on my once organized and spacious living room The cats were in shock, I had to jump over boxes to sit down but my desk was safely inside the house and Saturday's plans were set. The only thing left to move was the wooden frame couch that had been tucked into the study for years, and up until recently served as the home for a futon.
Saturday morning, before starting assembly of the desk I decided that bookcases were needed...two more to match a pair that I bought earlier in the year. And that large bookcase that now looked out of place? Well, I decided it would go out to the living room to replace a really bad and beat up bookcase that had migrated there in an earlier frenzy of redistributing household pieces. I also decided that the bare bulb fixture in the study needed a new cover. Off I went, to Target for bookcases and Home Depot for lamp parts. When I lugged the over sized boxes for the bookcases into the car (thankfully fitting in the trunk) I kept thinking they didn't look like the same ones. Same name, same price...but something didn't seem right. Home Depot did not leave me feeling any more cozy. The guy who helped me find the pieces for the light seemed helpful, but I kept thinking his solution was a little sketchy. What the heck? I was tired, hungry and really sweaty at this point and besides...he was the Home Depot guy, right?
Well, wrong. The bookcases were close...but not the same as the ones I had. I wrestled with the idea of going back to the store, but just could not bear another trip out. I thought they were close enough, and the difference will not keep me up at night. The light cover however was tragically wrong, although the size of the bolt was almost there...so close that it made me sniffle a bit. And then, because I love to add drama to any event I decided to make a quick alteration to my original plan and move a chest of drawers into the study to serve as a pseudo linen closet for the bathroom. Off I went to dump the contents of the chest onto the bed, and floor and back I headed into the study. At some point I realized that I smelled, really smelled. Not in the mild perspiration, dewy post-workout smell but rather the OMG I have not had a shower in two days and things are going funky...fast....smell.
But, I pushed my personal hygiene aside and plodded along. That is until I went to assemble the bookcases and realized that although I have a cordless drill that works as a screwdriver...I no longer had the power cord to recharge the drill. Why? Because the men who came to my house in April to fix a simple door had absconded with the charger...not the drill...but the god damn charger! My sweaty state was not helped by the next few minutes of jumping around cursing and my only consolation was the fact that the instructions for the bookcases advised against the use of power tools. Two bookcases and one very sore arm and hand later, I had those puppies in place. Now it was time to move the odd bookcase out...into the hallway...transfer all the books and goodies out of the old one and into the semi-new one. The old one went out to the porch along with the old desktop (which truthfully was a door) and a door from the closet that I choose to remove. Two doors and one bookcase later, I only needed the couch so I could move things into the garage.
At this point, the nagging frustration of my missing drill parts and the light fixture that seemed to taunt me with it's nakedness overcame my sensibilities and I decided to head off to Home Depot for another round of shopping. I bought what I thought would be the solution for the light, and in a moment of sheer inspiration bought another light fixture. I figured that changing it out would be less painful than the current game of finding the right size part (which...oddly enough is called a nipple...and the ones I had were too big...so who says the Universe does not have a sense of humor?????) I also found in another moment of inspiration, a universal charger that promised the ability to charge any size cordless battery. It was cheaper than a new drill, so off I took my sweaty, smelly self.
Despite near-sheer exhaustion, I decided to push through and happily plugged the battery into the universal charger (with a promise of a 45 minute charge) and headed off to fix the light. New hardware? Nope, no such luck. Plan B, replace fixture? Nope, no luck either since I managed to pick up the one and (most likely) only package wherein someone had removed the fixture and repackaged the light cover only. Yeah, that meant another trip to HD in the morning. So, I turned my sights on moving the couch out of the room, down the hall and into the garage outside. One attempt through the door made me realized why that couch had sat where it was for so long. Why? It barely fits through the door and to move it outside would require me moving things out the hallway, from the closet entrance, and from a large portion of the living room where I of course had put all my boxes of....well...crap. Despite my best intentions I still knocked over things, ran into the wall and left a few bruises on my self. However, everything made it to the garage--the doors, the bookcase, and the couch frame.
Now, I could focus on the desk and practically crawled on my knees back to the battery...hoping it had sufficiently charged. What I discovered was that my universal charger did not include my battery in it's universe. All I got was enough juice for one screw and as dirty as that sounds, it was just plain pitiful. Can you imagine me sitting on the floor begging the drill to work just a little harder because I had to set 24 screws in the desk before it was ready. And, at 45 minutes to do one...my weekend task seemed doomed. Undaunted I choose to hit the shower, grab some ice cream (as a consolation prize) and head to bed.
Sunday morning took a turn for the best when I discovered that my universal drill charger needed a bit longer with my drill. Happily, I had all four desk legs up and attached in minutes. I made quick work out of unpacking my new notebook docking station and second monitor and got ready to plug everything in. Until I realized that there were only two plugs in the entire study (okay, there are three...but one dates back to the twenties and doesn't function) and those plugs are not on the wall my new desk sat. At this point, I was ready to either dig a hole into the floor to run an extension cord or punch a hole in the wall to install another wall outlet. However, with the help of a really long cord on my surge protector and a lot of masking tape I managed to snake the cord down one wall, around the corner and back under the desk.
At this point, I was feeling cocky. I had overcome any and all obstacles (okay, minus the light that still is naked) for the weekend. My new computer will have a lovely new home, everything is prepped and ready for it's arrival and all I need to do is clean and organize the clutter I managed to create in every other room of the house (you want a count...living room, closet, kitchen, bathroom [don't ask], bedroom, garage and utility room). Yes, Internet I managed to clean up one room in the house while simultaneously destructing every other available space. All, in the name of organization.
But that wasn't the last glorious moment from this weekend. After a well deserved and leisurely lunch, I stopped at Office Max to peruse the office goodies they had. What caught my eye? Well, I have a file cabinet (inherited) that has no frame on which to hang file folders. (I may want to add a little note here about the wheels for the file cabinets that I cannot attach to the file cabinet because I lack the right hardware....but I won't go there today...although I did go there while in HD.) Imagine my surprise when I found a replacement frame...reasonably priced...to fit securely in my file cabinet. And in that one moment of great American consumerism, I realized that all the pains and mishaps of the weekend could be replaced with this frame, I made the purchase. I know I may not have the house in order but, I will have a place on which to rest my file folders.
The only problem with this ending? Did you guess it? Yep Internet, wrong size...so now I have a stack of things to return to stores and with those returns go my dreams of an easy task to install a new computer. Hopefully when it actually arrives this week, we'll have a happy ending.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
I am not a morning person, and people like myself often get a bad rap for not being perky, upbeat and excited to head out bright and early. We do get perky and upbeat but later in the day, when the rest of the world slows down a bit. Unfortunately, videos like this do not make a case for staying in bed. My plan? Tomorrow morning, I go through the same affirmation that Jessica does....just from the bed, in a deep and delightful slumber!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Yes, I know he's grown quite attached to me. And I fully acknowledge that I shouldn't be feeding him treats like bananas and tostada shells, but when he shows up and politely knocks on the door, who could really resist this guy?
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
- Four (oops...actually five) new pairs of shoes. Two fit into the sensible, gotta replace the old pair category. One...kind of fits there, but barely. And the other two really do hit the completely indulgent and unnecessary purchase, but I had to take them home with me.
- Two new bras and three sets of panties. Okay, these were technically necessary...but still felt fairly indulgent. If you see me in the near future...take a peek at how well the 'girls' are holding up.
- Completely indulgent and pricey skin care peel and exfoliation set from Sephora. I now own more make up and skin care product than I care to reveal...I think it's my new version of a crack-addiction.
- Do-hickey device that allows me to play my I-Pod while driving. Haven't quite mastered the knack of finding the clearest FM channel for it...simply because my drives have been so short lately, but I can't wait. One more way to play all my belly dance music (which by last count was close to 4,000 songs....).
- More make up from another online store...two types of powder, eyeliner and a fabulous eye brow stencil kit that makes me realize that one of my eye brows is crazily crooked!
- New jeans...new tops...
- New swim suit
- Three new belly dance DVDs
- Three pots of herbs for the front porch, plus one big pot of strawberry plants to share with the birds and Walter the raccoon.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Now I understand people make mistakes, it happens and even the best businesses fumble on occasion. For me, it’s not about the mistake; it’s about resolving the issue. So I called and they offered me another sandwich and a cookie. I drove over to get sandwich #2, only find out it was inadvertently given to another customer. *sigh* As sandwich #3 was being prepared, my hopes of a happy lunch dwindled when the stringent shift manager displayed indifference and annoyance over my situation. *grumble*
I came back to the office, went online to complain and found their website wouldn’t accept comments. *snarl* Two days later, I finally called and got a direct email to their company’s customer service department. And lo and behold, within minutes I get a sweet letter apologizing and promising me the local manager would contact me directly within 48 hours. I felt special, valued and happy…until…no one called, no one emailed. No contact, no apologies, nothing.
So today, instead of my usual weekly Einstein’s run, I chose another location and headed out to Jason’s Deli. Upon arrival, I felt courted…wooed…adored. I got a free cookie, a coupon for another free cookie, my lunch exactly as I ordered it…and a mint. Don’t know if I’ll patch it up with Einstein’s, we’ll have to see. All I can say is when you start dating around it makes it a lot harder to stay with the same old relationship, especially one that forgets the heart or ‘meat’ of the matter.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
- As I listen to the creator within, I am led.
- I am willing to be of service through my creativity.
- I am willing to experience my creative energy.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
When I first saw the category I misread it to be “excessive vamping”, which begs many questions by itself. I’ve since learned that vamping is actually a musical term used to describe a repeating musical figure which would make sense for this site. For me, vamping inspires images of a sultry, saucy woman who is actively seducing or entrapping men. It’s got stiletto heels, cleavage and lush red lips written all over it. And, whether or not it’s excessive or extensive vamping, these songs are keeping me quite inspired while typing away on otherwise mundane tasks.
Monday, January 25, 2010
I'm not really the cheating kind. I've never been able to juggle two men at a time and never had the inclination to work at acquiring that skill. I'm very loyal and committed to most everything I love. But, I may be cheating this week...by going back to an ex without telling the current one.
Yep, I'm headed back to my old martial arts Dojo and my original Sensei. And no, I haven't told Tai Chi guy anything about this yet...in fact, I've been a little absent from his class over the last few months. Very mixed feelings, not sure what to expect. But I learned something really important tonight. My old gi pants don't fit...in a really bad, I've eaten way too much kind of way.
Why go back? Well, a good friend and fellow class mate wanted to go back and take their martial conditioning class, which really does kick your butt in a good way. And she convinced me to try it out as well. I do miss the sweating, hitting, kicking and occasional grunting. And I miss the effect on the size of my hips and waist. So, I agreed to go take the conditioning classes only...or that was my original plan.
What I didn't expect was the Dojo's change in schedule and classes that left me with only one alternative...go back to the regular classes. So tomorrow night, I step back onto the mat (although not back into the pants) and we'll see what happens. I still want to take my Tai Chi classes so I'm hoping that the combination of the two will be a nice mix of hard and soft skills, as well as sweating and breathing.
I may be inspired, I may be challenged, and hopefully I'll sweat at the dojo. I may even get to grapple or punch some really big guy. And, who knows, maybe this is the year that I learn to juggle two men...or at least two martial arts classes.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Last year, some of my goals included writing more, and breaking out of the creative rut I had found myself dwelling in. I started the year off slow, but by mid-summer things began to spiral into control and into focus. It started with a decision to take a sabbatical from Mirage, the dance troupe to which I dedicated a great deal of time and energy. That small step quickly turned into an official resignation from the troupe after eight and a half years of involvement. I made conscious choices to stop over scheduling and over booking myself. Instead, I picked events and performances that kept me more focused and inspired.
I joined an Artist's Way group with the intention of writing more--but much to my delight discovered I wanted to draw, paint and work with pottery. Most of all, I learned to really listen to my inner artist and inner child. I stepped away from people who were negative and sapped my creative juices and instead surrounded myself with people who are enthusiastic, encouraging and inspiring.
A friend of mine said that I've always been able to grow even in rocky soil, but imagine what I could do if I were planted in rich, nurturing, fertile ground instead. Well, I can imagine that now and I see a year ahead filled with joy, inspiration, love and eternal gratitude.
And what are my goals for this year? Quite simple--I plan to take the seeds that the universe planted for me this last fall and winter and watch them bloom!