Thursday, March 23, 2006

New household addition

Yesterday, my new Kenmore dishwasher was installed. I have christened it "Supah Klean" to along along with its sister, Supah Kool (the refridgerator.) I was home for about three hours with the plumpers and then the electricians. Sometimes I think that I made the wrong career decision. Those plumbers sure make a lot of money, and everyone sits around waiting for them.

I ended up having to unscrew the bottom panel of the dishwasher and reposition the springs that hold the door because it wouldn't lay horizontal. Somewhere between the late arrival of the electricians and the electricans leaving the setting was changed because it didn't have that problem when the plumbers left, and I spent an hour alone with my new dishwasher with the fancy basket for the cutlery and the special holders for stemware. New appliance smell is a happy one.

Anyhow, I realised after having fixed the springs that one of the best things that ever happened to me was being taught how to use an electric screwdriver/drill. One was put in my hand my senior year of college when we were building sets for our production of My Fair Lady (I was Mrs. Pearce, the housekeeper,) and I haven't looked back since. It is good to have tools in one's home and to know how to use them. It makes you very independent. I really am the most handy kid in our family. Makes me wonder if in another life I would have done well as a mechanical engineer.


Monday, March 20, 2006

March (Hare) Madness

I have to love the people I work with, especially my coworker. She knows that I am not a big fan of my birthday (it's the nine year old in me that just refuses to grow up,) so instead of throwing me a birthday party at work tomorrow on my actual birthday, she and our friend AB arranged to have an "Un-birthday" party for me today that was actually an early Happy 80th birthday tea party for Queen Elizabeth II, complete with tea and biccies and photos of the Queen. I found out about this about a half an hour before the actual party, so I brought a photo of corgis with me. Instead of singing "Happy Birthday," we sang "God Save the Queen" and spoke in English accents for a half an hour.

So see everyone... it isn't just me... the craziness is ENCOURAGED!!! :-p

I ate WAY too many digestive biscuits... but they are so tasty... and people who had never had them before were surprised that they were so tasty. Hmmm, this Anglophilia might just be spreading... MWAHAHAHA!!

Monday, March 13, 2006

No more sick days!

I can actually breathe and talk again without coughing like a maniac. :-) And the doctor's office called, and I don't have pneumonia!!

There is nothing like being home sick for a week to put things into perspective.
1. Going to the doctor's is a good thing and should not be put off until you are convinced that you might actually have pneumonia.
2. There is nothing good on television during the day, even on the Encore channels. It is good to have a dvd collection stocked with one's favorite films that one has seen a million times so that it is okay if you fall asleep and miss part of the film.
3. Going stir crazy will eventually happen, regardless of how crummy you actually feel. It is good to have nice friends who come over with Starbucks and bagels and eggs when you have spent the whole week drinking tea and chicken broth.
4. The value of clean sheets, towels and pajamas should not be underestimated. It isn't like one would put one's head in the oven if one didn't have them, but they sure make you feel better when you do.

Thursday, March 2, 2006

My birthday is in nineteen days and the emotional meltdown is beginning already

Stuck in a meeting in a freezing cold room, so what am I doing? Blogging. Oh well. To each his own.

Somewhere in the mail there is a copy of "The Student Prince," which I returned to Netflix last week, but it hasn't gotten there yet. It's been a week, so I filed a missing disc report. I was afraid to do that because I am terrified that Netflix is going to think that I stole the movie. Which I didn't. Cause it was terrible. (Really, even with St. Roop and Robson.) I would have waited another day before reporting it, but I want Curse of the Were-Rabbit to be sent to me before the weekend. I just hope it turns up eventually, because I mailed that dvd in good faith, and now I feel a little bit guilty about it, like I failed Netflix in someway, even though I know that those feelings are utterly unfounded and ridiculous, especially since I read that Netflix deliberately stalls the orders of people who rent a high volume of films per month. On average, I rent about 9-10 dvds depending on the month; they're counting on people to rent about 5. I guess that makes me a "high volume" person, and I throw off the curve.
ETA: "just" received e-mail that Netflix JUST received this movie...HIGHLY SUSPECT!!

My ten year college reunion is coming up in June, and a woman in my class (with whom I became really friendly our senior year) and I have been e-mailing back and forth a bit about our misgivings regarding attending the events. Reading her e-mails are hysterical: she basically has all of the same concerns that I have, with all of the same corollating subtext. We aren't married (subtext: UNLOVED AND UNWANTED), no kids (subtext: BARREN AND UNFULFILLED), both are involved in academic administration (subtext: MAKE LESS MONEY THAN ALL OF THOSE LAWYERS IN OUR CLASS), and both of us feel we could really do with loosing about 15 pounds (subtext: PROBABLY COULD BENEFIT FROM LYPOSUCTION AND A MAKEOVER AT GUCCI.) The whole thing would be really funny if it weren't happening to us. We are both strong, smart, creative women, and yet, here we are, reduced in our own eyes to these Bridget Jones-like individuals, only without the Silk Cuts, the pervy boss and the mothers with the pickled gherkins.

The one positive thing that we both have in common is that we love to travel, and I have been thinking that is the way that I am going to show up at this reunion with my head held high.
Hypothetical conversation with Smug Married Classmate #1:
"Oh, look at your little toddlers... how sweeet! ::gag:: Now dahling, let me tell you about how I jetted away to Europe for the weekend two weeks ago, sweetie dahling." (subtext: I AM STILL FREE AND YOU ARE OLD AND BORING!!)

I am probably giving this way too much thought and emotionally overacting. It will probably be fine, and everyone will be very nice. It's just that there are all of the expectations of milestones that I feel that I should have reached that I haven't. The only one I am really disappointing is myself; I think that is the part that hurts the most because I SHOULDN'T be disappointed in the first place! Overall, I am happy; shouldn't that be enough?


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