Why am I always off on the holiday weekends when everyone is out of town? No matter-- I got home tonight after 7 excruciating days in San Jose, went to the market, unpacked, ate some sushi, took a shower, and am not settling onto the couch with my new sudoku book. I'm psyched.
I have a lot to do while I'm home (work at the yoga studio, get a haircut, various and sundry errands and chores) but I intend on spending a great deal of it on my butt. Reading, staring into space, whatever. When I leave here on September 5th I will only have 3 days off until October 5th, so I need to stockpile my downtime. Do you think you can do that?
In other news, I was going to change my nose ring back to the stud, but I can't find it. The last time I remember seeing it was when I was in New Orleans in May. I hope I didn't leave it there.
All this election coverage is giving me West Wing cravings. I'm converting the first season files for my iPod right now.
Oh, while I was eating sushi I heard this 20-something emo chick moan to her understandably mute boyfriend, "I am just the busiest person I know!!" Really? So busy you can sit here and eat sushi? Whatever. So hey, what's the female equivalent of douchebag?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
and the manatee has become the mento.
Bruce and I made a pact to update our blogs by end of Monday. I'm getting a head start on him because I have been dealt the unfortunate hand of working on a Saturday. I haven't been blogging very much lately; I'm not sure why. I guess part of it is that I've been so very, very busy, but also, I don't feel like all that many people are reading. Plus, sometimes it's just nice to be away from the computer. *yawn*
I think I finally got my twitter back on and running, but it says only 4 people are following me-- which is strange because I know for a fact that Bruce is getting my twitters, even though he's not on the list of 4. Weird? But, for those of you who found the old twitter-switcheroo confusing-- and trust me, no one found it more confusing than me (except maybe the twitter customer service staff)-- I am "hello_jamie"- not "hellojamie." Got it? No, you don't get it! Got it?
In other news, you know how everyone collects a thing? A thing that, no matter what, you can always count on to make you think of that person. A thing you can always fall back on as a gift idea. Like Madison with seahorses or Dish with anything Spice Girls. Well, after 32 years of deliberation, I have decided on mine. Owls.
They are so frackin' cute and nerdy, and since I hear they are sort of making a popular comeback, so it's the perfect time to start collecting precious little owlies. This little card was my first official owl purchase. I will be framing it when I get back home.
I think I finally got my twitter back on and running, but it says only 4 people are following me-- which is strange because I know for a fact that Bruce is getting my twitters, even though he's not on the list of 4. Weird? But, for those of you who found the old twitter-switcheroo confusing-- and trust me, no one found it more confusing than me (except maybe the twitter customer service staff)-- I am "hello_jamie"- not "hellojamie." Got it? No, you don't get it! Got it?
In other news, you know how everyone collects a thing? A thing that, no matter what, you can always count on to make you think of that person. A thing you can always fall back on as a gift idea. Like Madison with seahorses or Dish with anything Spice Girls. Well, after 32 years of deliberation, I have decided on mine. Owls.
They are so frackin' cute and nerdy, and since I hear they are sort of making a popular comeback, so it's the perfect time to start collecting precious little owlies. This little card was my first official owl purchase. I will be framing it when I get back home.
Aren't they just darling? The card is printed by Red Cap Cards, who have absolutely gorgeous paper goods. Check 'em out.
Nothing's really been going on to report. I had a great birthday week with Gherkin, I got sticky and sweaty in New Orleans, I had 1 solitary day off, which I filled with laundry, pizza, wine, and 30 Rock- hence the title of this post- and came to San Jose for this uber-geek computer nerd event with a 24-hour gaming floor. Yeah, and ps> I am SO not staffing the desk for 24 hours.
Once I get home late next Thursday, I have exactly 6 days off, in which I will sleep, read, get my hair cut & colored, buy an ice-cream maker (and make ice cream, doy), go shoe-shopping, work at the yoga studio, oh, and did I say SLEEP? In my OWN BED? Then off to Dallas, New York, and Long Beach.
I'll try to be more frequent with the blogging. Bruce- tag, you're it.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
best. present. ever.
Who's the geekiest of them all? It's a toss-up between Hello, Jamie, for having an iPod cozy shaped like the TARDIS, or Gherkin, for MAKING IT FROM SCRATCH.
I vote Gherkin. Just sayin'.
no mascara required
Happy Birthday, me!
I'm off to enjoy my day-- the only rule here at Casa Gherkin on Jamie's birthday is swim suits and pajamas only. In any order or combination you choose. :)
I think I'll put my swim suit on first, and my pj's on top. That way I'll be ready for anything.
I'm off to enjoy my day-- the only rule here at Casa Gherkin on Jamie's birthday is swim suits and pajamas only. In any order or combination you choose. :)
I think I'll put my swim suit on first, and my pj's on top. That way I'll be ready for anything.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
august chill
Y'all, it is cold this week. COLD. Like, in the 40s and 50s cold. In August. I still can't wrap my head around it. My head that's bundled in a scarf.
My doctor's appointment was canceled Wednesday morning so I treated myself to The X-Files: I Want to Believe. It was a nice quiet movie. And eh, I miss Mulder and Scully, but dudes. This was so NOT X-Files-y. No aliens, no paranormal anything?! C'mon! It was like I was watching Kiss the Girls or something. Which, while fine in its own right, is not The X-Files. But it was lovely to see my Scully and Mulder and Walter! Skinner!
Tonight after work I went to the Castro Theatre to see Return to Oz, starring a baby Fairuza Balk. Was anyone else traumatized by that film as a child? I was told it (along with Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom) was the first PG-13 movie, but Wikipedia contradicts my source. Either way, those Wheelers are still downright terrifying.
Edited to add: The Castro usually finds genre-appropriate trailers to play before the films they show, so tonight's were "scary" Disney movies, namely, the Escape to Witch Mountain/Return from Witch Mountain/Beyond Witch Mountain trilogy, and Watcher in the Woods. Even the trailer to that movie is horrifying!!!
Two more days of work, then off to Phoenix and New Orleans, where it will no doubt be 3x as hot as it is here. Although, at least with my laundry basket full of cords and sweaters and socks, I don't have to worry about washing clothes before I pack.
Tomorrow the Justice League hits the Castro (well, some of the League. We'll miss you Superman!). Oh yeah, it's date night, San Francisco!
My doctor's appointment was canceled Wednesday morning so I treated myself to The X-Files: I Want to Believe. It was a nice quiet movie. And eh, I miss Mulder and Scully, but dudes. This was so NOT X-Files-y. No aliens, no paranormal anything?! C'mon! It was like I was watching Kiss the Girls or something. Which, while fine in its own right, is not The X-Files. But it was lovely to see my Scully and Mulder and Walter! Skinner!
Tonight after work I went to the Castro Theatre to see Return to Oz, starring a baby Fairuza Balk. Was anyone else traumatized by that film as a child? I was told it (along with Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom) was the first PG-13 movie, but Wikipedia contradicts my source. Either way, those Wheelers are still downright terrifying.
Edited to add: The Castro usually finds genre-appropriate trailers to play before the films they show, so tonight's were "scary" Disney movies, namely, the Escape to Witch Mountain/Return from Witch Mountain/Beyond Witch Mountain trilogy, and Watcher in the Woods. Even the trailer to that movie is horrifying!!!
Two more days of work, then off to Phoenix and New Orleans, where it will no doubt be 3x as hot as it is here. Although, at least with my laundry basket full of cords and sweaters and socks, I don't have to worry about washing clothes before I pack.
Tomorrow the Justice League hits the Castro (well, some of the League. We'll miss you Superman!). Oh yeah, it's date night, San Francisco!
Monday, August 04, 2008
*tap tap tap* is this thing on?
Oh kids. I am so very tired. Sorry I haven't been around much lately. After Ohio I went to DC, which was a super busy time, and I flew back Friday to meet Danael at the airport-- we basically dropped our bags, picked up Brad, and went to meet Brian for dinner. It was weird because none of them know each other but I actually got to take a photo with my best friend from high school, my best friend from college, and my current best friend-- a feat most people only accomplish on their wedding day:
It was pretty rad. Saturday was the First Annual West Coast Texiesta and it was a hit, if I do say so myself (and I do). There were probably 40-50 people there, almost all of them in costume, and 11 of them real Texans! We had frito pie and Rotel dip and margaritas and black-eyed peas and buttermilk peach ice cream and trailer park toffee, oh my. I'll be posting more photos of the party later. There may even be a youtube appearance.
Bruce left yesterday and I dove into 3 loads of laundry, dusting, vacuuming, scrubbing the tub, and cooking (some dish I saw some chef make on Iron Chef America. I didn't even know what to call it but it was pretty darn good). I crashed pretty early and this morning I've been reading in bed for an hour- an unparalleled luxury this summer it seems, before I head out to the warehouse to stock gangboxes and then head to Brian's for an early birthday dinner. Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment and need to get my doughy ass to yoga-- I haven't been in almost a month, so I can start work on Thursday and leave town on Monday.
After Phoenix, New Orleans, then 2 (2!!!) days off before San Jose, then seriously, y'all, it's September, and I leave on the 5th to hit Dallas, New York, and Long Beach, then a show here at home and then it's October. Really. I can't even re-read this post in fear that it will convince me to stay huddled under my covers for the rest of eternity. Or at least the rest of the morning.
It was pretty rad. Saturday was the First Annual West Coast Texiesta and it was a hit, if I do say so myself (and I do). There were probably 40-50 people there, almost all of them in costume, and 11 of them real Texans! We had frito pie and Rotel dip and margaritas and black-eyed peas and buttermilk peach ice cream and trailer park toffee, oh my. I'll be posting more photos of the party later. There may even be a youtube appearance.
Bruce left yesterday and I dove into 3 loads of laundry, dusting, vacuuming, scrubbing the tub, and cooking (some dish I saw some chef make on Iron Chef America. I didn't even know what to call it but it was pretty darn good). I crashed pretty early and this morning I've been reading in bed for an hour- an unparalleled luxury this summer it seems, before I head out to the warehouse to stock gangboxes and then head to Brian's for an early birthday dinner. Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment and need to get my doughy ass to yoga-- I haven't been in almost a month, so I can start work on Thursday and leave town on Monday.
After Phoenix, New Orleans, then 2 (2!!!) days off before San Jose, then seriously, y'all, it's September, and I leave on the 5th to hit Dallas, New York, and Long Beach, then a show here at home and then it's October. Really. I can't even re-read this post in fear that it will convince me to stay huddled under my covers for the rest of eternity. Or at least the rest of the morning.
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