There's something that has been bothering me. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad comes to America, and is invited to speak at Columbia. The magnitude of people wanting him to be silenced was substantial and it made me think.
We are now a society that wants to pick and choose when we are allowed to utilize our rights. Now, Mahmoud is not an American citizen and is not afforded these rights, but our citizens' reactions were frightening. As soon as someone says something we don't like, we immediately want to silence it. Whether it is construction workers whistling in public, Ward Churchill making cruel metaphors, or rappers singing about their bitches.
Ultimately, I have found that I have become less and less offended by peoples' words due to the fact that I have realized that EVERYTHING can be offensive to EVERYONE. I don't like it when I hear about the Fairmont Park rapist. Don't like it at all. It gives me nightmares. I should stop Fox 29 from reporting the 315th murder in Philadelphia, too, because it scares me.
I don't like Dane Cook's voice. He bothers me. I am going to sue over the horrendous baseball playoffs commercials using him.
And I don't like it when Rachel Ray says EVOO.
Once you realize that peoples' words are just...words, it's easy to move on. It hurt when people chased me around the school yard and called me a Nazi fool in grade school because I had a REALLY German maiden name. But, I had the right to call him a douchebag. Or I had the right to walk (er...run) away and ask God to damn him to hell. See? It all works out.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Hump
So, Fall arrives, and we have the hottest effing day of the month. I mean really. 90 degree? It's the end of September folks. I'm ready for a sweater.
House premiered last night and it was freaking awesome - I seriously love that show, and it is rare for me so consistently follow a show. I stumbled onto it when I was a resident assistant over one holiday break a few years ago and still on co-op (read: I did not get any "Winter Vacations" in college...weak). I was studying for, get this, my GMAT so I could complete my acceptance into Drexel's MBA program...as I am sure you can tell, my life has taken a slightly different route.
That whole sigmoidoscopy thing is commencing on Friday - brand new doctor...so I'm going to say, "Hi Doctor K., so nice to meet you...how the ol' colon looking??" AWKWARD.
My dog ate the fucking front mat AGAIN. We went through like 10, he ate them all, then we found one that he liked, and now...ONE YEAR LATER...he eats the motherfucker.
Then he looks at JR and wants a piece of bread...like we're going to give you bread when you have a belly full of fucking welcome mat. For fuck's sake, Moo.
House premiered last night and it was freaking awesome - I seriously love that show, and it is rare for me so consistently follow a show. I stumbled onto it when I was a resident assistant over one holiday break a few years ago and still on co-op (read: I did not get any "Winter Vacations" in college...weak). I was studying for, get this, my GMAT so I could complete my acceptance into Drexel's MBA program...as I am sure you can tell, my life has taken a slightly different route.
That whole sigmoidoscopy thing is commencing on Friday - brand new doctor...so I'm going to say, "Hi Doctor K., so nice to meet you...how the ol' colon looking??" AWKWARD.
My dog ate the fucking front mat AGAIN. We went through like 10, he ate them all, then we found one that he liked, and now...ONE YEAR LATER...he eats the motherfucker.
Then he looks at JR and wants a piece of bread...like we're going to give you bread when you have a belly full of fucking welcome mat. For fuck's sake, Moo.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Badda Bing
The President of my company gave me VIP tickets to the Devils, Flyers game last night - open bar and free food in a Club Box - very cool, and the Devils won. Top that Fooladelphia.
I asked about the whole going virtual thing - it was met with shock and they need to think about how it could work - I really want to stay and I hope they will give me a chance.
I had a ham and cheese sammich for lunch, and it actually made my stomach feel BETTER. Go figure. Have I mentioned my guts are bleeding? I just missed the call from the GI...I should check the voicemail.
Now they want me to have a sigmoidoscopy - not in the mood for a butt raping tomorrow! UGH. I can't tomorrow - way too much going on!
I tried calling back, but I don't even have the option of dialing the nurse's extension - I hope she calls me again - I need to say I CAN'T!!!
Anyway...
Making beef and biscuit skillet tonight...I am eating damnit.
I asked about the whole going virtual thing - it was met with shock and they need to think about how it could work - I really want to stay and I hope they will give me a chance.
I had a ham and cheese sammich for lunch, and it actually made my stomach feel BETTER. Go figure. Have I mentioned my guts are bleeding? I just missed the call from the GI...I should check the voicemail.
Now they want me to have a sigmoidoscopy - not in the mood for a butt raping tomorrow! UGH. I can't tomorrow - way too much going on!
I tried calling back, but I don't even have the option of dialing the nurse's extension - I hope she calls me again - I need to say I CAN'T!!!
Anyway...
Making beef and biscuit skillet tonight...I am eating damnit.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Exhausted
Hallo. This week I have been working on a major expansion for yet another Plastic Surgery/Aesthetic company. The fee was cut, so now I am working for an even *smaller* commission check - hooray! And I get to work twice as hard because they want everything now! Double hooray!
Last night was awesome - JR had mentioned wanting Pizza Hut at some point last week and I really
didn't feel like cooking last night so we got...you guessed it...PIZZA HUT! So delicious and I could easily eat five slices...I ate two and called it a night. It's 90% air, which is probably why I never feel full. It was 2$ pint night at Charlie Brown's and we went - got some Guinness and snacked on some Chex-Mix type stuff for, get this. eight freaking dollars. Such a deal.
We went home, watched some Reservoir Dogs for like, a minute, and then went up to bed. I slept great until 1:00 a.m., but then tossed and turned for two hours, fell back asleep for a little while, then woke up with the same damn stomach cramps. They have definitely mellowed, and I hope I can enjoy date night tonight with JR.
Going to see Resident Evil tonight and I could not be more stoked - we're probably going to dinner at Tutti Toscani (an incredibly cheap BYO really close to our house with incredible food and service). I have to spend the afternoon recruiting, which is fine, but I'd really like to get more resumes out. I have two to go out now, so we'll see what the rest of the day brings.
Tomorrow is our friends' housewarming party and I am actually looking forward to it - I have been laying SO low since I got sick, so it will be nice to have a little human interaction and be up and around. JR's mom had to put her dog to sleep the other day and, understandably so, is very upset. I invited her and JR's stepdad to come down for a visit on Sunday to hang out but haven't heard anything. I hope they come down. But if not, I'll be just as happy relaxing with a pint and some baseball.
JR's grandmother is not doing well - she has always been a sharp lady but has had serious heart trouble throughout the years, recently ending up in the hospital for congenital heart failure and her lungs filled up with fluid. The doctors released her after like, A day, and put her on a million medications. I was in the hospital for like FIVE days with my nightmare, and I definitely wasn't having heart failure. So, I have been really concerned about her since that ordeal, but what is worse is that I received an email explaining how it appears she has suffered from acute memory loss. The family seems to think it is the medication, but honestly, and I hate to sound like a know-it-all, but I WORK in the pharma/medical device industry - I know of not a single drug or combo that would cause such acute memory loss. I am afraid she has suffered a small stroke or had an embolism. Ugh. I have never had to suffer through aging grandparents, which is both a blessing and a curse. JR seems to be aware that his grandparents are all aging, but he has always had them in his life, and I don't know how the loss of one will affect him or his family.
Moving on to merrier things, I am going to make myself a Lean Cuisine and pray the day flies by.
Last night was awesome - JR had mentioned wanting Pizza Hut at some point last week and I really
didn't feel like cooking last night so we got...you guessed it...PIZZA HUT! So delicious and I could easily eat five slices...I ate two and called it a night. It's 90% air, which is probably why I never feel full. It was 2$ pint night at Charlie Brown's and we went - got some Guinness and snacked on some Chex-Mix type stuff for, get this. eight freaking dollars. Such a deal.
We went home, watched some Reservoir Dogs for like, a minute, and then went up to bed. I slept great until 1:00 a.m., but then tossed and turned for two hours, fell back asleep for a little while, then woke up with the same damn stomach cramps. They have definitely mellowed, and I hope I can enjoy date night tonight with JR.
Going to see Resident Evil tonight and I could not be more stoked - we're probably going to dinner at Tutti Toscani (an incredibly cheap BYO really close to our house with incredible food and service). I have to spend the afternoon recruiting, which is fine, but I'd really like to get more resumes out. I have two to go out now, so we'll see what the rest of the day brings.
Tomorrow is our friends' housewarming party and I am actually looking forward to it - I have been laying SO low since I got sick, so it will be nice to have a little human interaction and be up and around. JR's mom had to put her dog to sleep the other day and, understandably so, is very upset. I invited her and JR's stepdad to come down for a visit on Sunday to hang out but haven't heard anything. I hope they come down. But if not, I'll be just as happy relaxing with a pint and some baseball.
JR's grandmother is not doing well - she has always been a sharp lady but has had serious heart trouble throughout the years, recently ending up in the hospital for congenital heart failure and her lungs filled up with fluid. The doctors released her after like, A day, and put her on a million medications. I was in the hospital for like FIVE days with my nightmare, and I definitely wasn't having heart failure. So, I have been really concerned about her since that ordeal, but what is worse is that I received an email explaining how it appears she has suffered from acute memory loss. The family seems to think it is the medication, but honestly, and I hate to sound like a know-it-all, but I WORK in the pharma/medical device industry - I know of not a single drug or combo that would cause such acute memory loss. I am afraid she has suffered a small stroke or had an embolism. Ugh. I have never had to suffer through aging grandparents, which is both a blessing and a curse. JR seems to be aware that his grandparents are all aging, but he has always had them in his life, and I don't know how the loss of one will affect him or his family.
Moving on to merrier things, I am going to make myself a Lean Cuisine and pray the day flies by.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Tattooooosday
I really want a tattoo on my side and I think I am just going to demand one now. Despite JR thinking it's trashy. I still don't understand his mentality; I am just as baffled by his belief that shirts that tie in the back are slutty. He is so WEIRD sometimes.
Today has been the best I have felt yet. So, I am really really happy and grateful. My stomach is still way sore if you touch it, but while I am just sitting here, the pain is TOTALLY bearable. I'm making dinner tonight - this chicken bruschetta thing that JR made up a while ago - fresh tomatoes, purple onions, fresh garlic, fresh basil, a little olive oil, a splash of basalmic vinegar, and mix it all together. Let it hang out in a bowl at room temperature while you grill the chicken. Throw the chicken in a Pyrex and cover it with the bruschetta and let it roast in the oven for like 20 minutes - 25 minutes until the tomatoes start to fall apart. Forgot the best part - put a slice of mozzarella cheese on top of each chicken breast, THEN top with the bruschetta THEN roast. While that's cooking, make some angel hair or thin spaghetti, and get a plate! So delicious. He's a talented boy.
I have been wearing a new perfume, Eternity Moment by Calvin Klein and the jury is still out. Sometimes it smells great, other times not so much. I always buy the little sample bottle and wear the scent for like a week or two to see how I, hubby, and friends react. So far, it has been positive.
Today has been the best I have felt yet. So, I am really really happy and grateful. My stomach is still way sore if you touch it, but while I am just sitting here, the pain is TOTALLY bearable. I'm making dinner tonight - this chicken bruschetta thing that JR made up a while ago - fresh tomatoes, purple onions, fresh garlic, fresh basil, a little olive oil, a splash of basalmic vinegar, and mix it all together. Let it hang out in a bowl at room temperature while you grill the chicken. Throw the chicken in a Pyrex and cover it with the bruschetta and let it roast in the oven for like 20 minutes - 25 minutes until the tomatoes start to fall apart. Forgot the best part - put a slice of mozzarella cheese on top of each chicken breast, THEN top with the bruschetta THEN roast. While that's cooking, make some angel hair or thin spaghetti, and get a plate! So delicious. He's a talented boy.
I have been wearing a new perfume, Eternity Moment by Calvin Klein and the jury is still out. Sometimes it smells great, other times not so much. I always buy the little sample bottle and wear the scent for like a week or two to see how I, hubby, and friends react. So far, it has been positive.
Monday, September 17, 2007
What a weekend.
JR was kind enough to take me out for that pint on Friday, and we had a really long, nice conversation about life in general. Saturday was AWESOME. JR had seen an advertisement in the town circular about a tour at the Fly Fish Brewery. It was free and included free samples. I swear, they wanted us to drink all afternoon. It was such a fun afternoon and we were able to bring Seamus (just for a visit, he couldn't go back where the distillers were.) It turns out, we live like 1 mile from the brewery, so we brought him home and came back for more beer and the tour. I had made waffles for breakfast, and my stomach had stayed settled, so we were able to enjoy the entire afternoon. We finished up around 3:30 p.m., and the tour guide mentioned an open house at a wine making place called The Wine Room. It turns out, that was right around the corner from Flying Fish, so off we went to try some tasty homemade local wine. Not only was there a huge selection to sample, there was a whole spread of food (which was good, because all I had had was ONE waffle followed by about three beers at Flying Fish). We sampled some wine, ate some cheese and tapenade, and off to home we went. It was such a nice afternoon, and my stomach was agreeable through the whole thing.
Sunday, not so much. I was probably paying for all of the decadence from Saturday. I didn't sleep well and after breakfast, I went back to bed until like 1:00 p.m. Then I got up and finished removing the wallpaper in the kitchen. We unpacked the china which opened up a ton of room in one of the closets and now I will be much more inclined to use it knowing it is easily accessible and clean.
Work sucks today. I have nothing fun to work on and again, running to the bathroom every 1/2 hour or so. LAME!
Sunday, not so much. I was probably paying for all of the decadence from Saturday. I didn't sleep well and after breakfast, I went back to bed until like 1:00 p.m. Then I got up and finished removing the wallpaper in the kitchen. We unpacked the china which opened up a ton of room in one of the closets and now I will be much more inclined to use it knowing it is easily accessible and clean.
Work sucks today. I have nothing fun to work on and again, running to the bathroom every 1/2 hour or so. LAME!
Friday, September 14, 2007
Just to clarify...
Sorry about the earlier post - I was feeling really horrible this morning. I just woke up from a nap and am feeling much better.
I have a candidate going on a final for a big ass fee, and I have a lead on a Corporate Recruiter job in Wilmington paying 65k. BA-zing!
I have to go convince JR to take me out for a pint. My poor empty tum tum needs something in it.
I have a candidate going on a final for a big ass fee, and I have a lead on a Corporate Recruiter job in Wilmington paying 65k. BA-zing!
I have to go convince JR to take me out for a pint. My poor empty tum tum needs something in it.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Everything has changed.
I am back from the damn hospital, thank the Good Lord. I made three placements during the time I was gone, through today, but lost one, unfortunately, so I just about broke even.
So. Saturday night/Sunday morning, I'm sleeping over at a friend's house because there was a party (it was a family party, not one of those parties, so I wasn't hammered or anything, I put myself to bed at 11:00 p.m. because I was just tired). I wake up at about 2:00 a.m. and proceed to EXPLODE in the bathroom for the next three hours. Then the severe stomach cramps happened. Then it got to the point where we had to LEAVE Lansdale, PA to get back to Jersey (easily a 45 minute ride) so we could get me to a hospital and get Moo home. The next four days are a blur. I just remember pain, crying, and a really swollen stomach. Oh, and giving myself baths in the sink because I refused to be smelly.
What was it? Apparently a really horrific infection in my stomach. When you are just chilling out, healthy and happy, your "swollen" rate of your body is 0.5. I was an eight. A fucking eight. My guts were more than 8x more swollen then they should have been. So, I was introduced to intravenous drugs and the horrors of a hospital. I had really nice nurses who took great care of me, but it is so lonely in the hospital. I faked feeling better because my Mom came up from Wilmington, NC and I just wanted to go HOME. I'm really am feeling better and better everyday, but I am just so tired and my stomach keeps swelling out at night. I also have had the runs (I know...TMI) since yesterday which is making me a tad bit concerned. It stopped by last night, but all I have had since then is a small bowel of really bland cereal (but still tasty!) and a small bowl of soup. We'll see. I was so hot last night but my temperature would not go above like 95.9. Doctor on Thursday, and I'm sure they'll say "You're just fine!!!". More missed work for more bullshit.
Anyway, my Mom came up from North Carolina and took unbelievably good care of myself and JR. I'm talking, scrubbing the bathrooms, doing all of the laundry, cooking, cleaning more, ironing...it was so kind of her.
Here's the bombshell (not that it matters, because no one reads this shit anyway). We're moving to Wilmington, NC. Like actively searching for a new job. Like actively looking at real estate. I've had a couple of bites and I have to call a recruiter this afternoon (after the boss goes out to lunch, see) about a Corporate Recruiter position down there. If I could get a job that pays 60k, I am SO out of here. JR's resume is really impressive and I think he'll get something really great down there. Unfortunately, one of us will probably have to go down there earlier if a job pops up sooner than later. I'm excited, scared, anxious, and perplexed - there are so many moving parts in relocating. We absolutely MUST sell the house or at least rent it before we buy anything down there. It's great because no real estate is moving down there, but NOTHING is moving up here either.
It would be so nice to move into a brand new house in my Mom's really nice development and not have to worry about fixing something for at LEAST two years (feels like we're fixing something every two minutes in the beast we have now.) I would love to move down there tomorrow - it is so pretty, friendly, warmer (already told JR I would fly him to Utah in the winter so he could snowboard - not like I would need a vacation if we get down there - it gets cold, but not THAT fucking cold!).
We keep calling Seamus the North Carolina puppy and he just stares at us like, "I love you. Can I have a snack?" If you want to talk about an angel, it would definitely be him. He was so incredibly well-behaved (only one incident involving Shout wipes, but nothing major) and I was so grateful.
This weekend will be a few trips to home depot to start working on the house hardcore. It would be sweet if we could flip it for like 270k (purchased for 249k including 8k in closing costs...I know...bullshit). If we could make a nice little profit, we could go down there and get something so nice.
So. Saturday night/Sunday morning, I'm sleeping over at a friend's house because there was a party (it was a family party, not one of those parties, so I wasn't hammered or anything, I put myself to bed at 11:00 p.m. because I was just tired). I wake up at about 2:00 a.m. and proceed to EXPLODE in the bathroom for the next three hours. Then the severe stomach cramps happened. Then it got to the point where we had to LEAVE Lansdale, PA to get back to Jersey (easily a 45 minute ride) so we could get me to a hospital and get Moo home. The next four days are a blur. I just remember pain, crying, and a really swollen stomach. Oh, and giving myself baths in the sink because I refused to be smelly.
What was it? Apparently a really horrific infection in my stomach. When you are just chilling out, healthy and happy, your "swollen" rate of your body is 0.5. I was an eight. A fucking eight. My guts were more than 8x more swollen then they should have been. So, I was introduced to intravenous drugs and the horrors of a hospital. I had really nice nurses who took great care of me, but it is so lonely in the hospital. I faked feeling better because my Mom came up from Wilmington, NC and I just wanted to go HOME. I'm really am feeling better and better everyday, but I am just so tired and my stomach keeps swelling out at night. I also have had the runs (I know...TMI) since yesterday which is making me a tad bit concerned. It stopped by last night, but all I have had since then is a small bowel of really bland cereal (but still tasty!) and a small bowl of soup. We'll see. I was so hot last night but my temperature would not go above like 95.9. Doctor on Thursday, and I'm sure they'll say "You're just fine!!!". More missed work for more bullshit.
Anyway, my Mom came up from North Carolina and took unbelievably good care of myself and JR. I'm talking, scrubbing the bathrooms, doing all of the laundry, cooking, cleaning more, ironing...it was so kind of her.
Here's the bombshell (not that it matters, because no one reads this shit anyway). We're moving to Wilmington, NC. Like actively searching for a new job. Like actively looking at real estate. I've had a couple of bites and I have to call a recruiter this afternoon (after the boss goes out to lunch, see) about a Corporate Recruiter position down there. If I could get a job that pays 60k, I am SO out of here. JR's resume is really impressive and I think he'll get something really great down there. Unfortunately, one of us will probably have to go down there earlier if a job pops up sooner than later. I'm excited, scared, anxious, and perplexed - there are so many moving parts in relocating. We absolutely MUST sell the house or at least rent it before we buy anything down there. It's great because no real estate is moving down there, but NOTHING is moving up here either.
It would be so nice to move into a brand new house in my Mom's really nice development and not have to worry about fixing something for at LEAST two years (feels like we're fixing something every two minutes in the beast we have now.) I would love to move down there tomorrow - it is so pretty, friendly, warmer (already told JR I would fly him to Utah in the winter so he could snowboard - not like I would need a vacation if we get down there - it gets cold, but not THAT fucking cold!).
We keep calling Seamus the North Carolina puppy and he just stares at us like, "I love you. Can I have a snack?" If you want to talk about an angel, it would definitely be him. He was so incredibly well-behaved (only one incident involving Shout wipes, but nothing major) and I was so grateful.
This weekend will be a few trips to home depot to start working on the house hardcore. It would be sweet if we could flip it for like 270k (purchased for 249k including 8k in closing costs...I know...bullshit). If we could make a nice little profit, we could go down there and get something so nice.
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