September 8, 2003

So much to say!
Most importantly, I feel better! Yay! After 2+ weeks of aches, pains, and coughing I finally feel myself again. Yesterday morning I woke up rested and able to breathe deeply w/o coughing. I guess we have to be sick from time to time to appreciate how good it feels to be healthy.

Written last night
Birthday wrapup
David surprised me with a Nintendo Game Cube and the new Zelda game on Friday. That was sweet, since I didn’t ask for anything and didn’t expect anything (given I just had taken a trip to Cali w/o him and all). Online and Marketing gave me a chocolate cake (mmmmm!) and a card. I know they like me because the card was lacking the snide remarks that everyone else gets in their card. So that was good. Thanks to Damon for organizing it. Came home and tried to snooze before the Dave Matthews Band concert.

We got to the Tweeter early so that we could eat and stake out a nice spot on the lawn. We brought a large beach towel. I was wearing shorts and a tee, but as soon as we passed through the gates, a mighty gust of wind reminded me that 1) I was going to be right by the river and 2) it gets colder when the sun sets. Bought a long-sleeved concert t-shirt (DMB puts out the fugliest tour merchandise) and was much better. Grabbed a spot with our backs against the back wall of the Tweeter, so we could have something to lean against. During the opening act, (North Mississippi Allstars) we watched a couple have a nice verbal fight not too far in front of us. Hand gestures and all. Methinks the lady wasn’t happy with sitting on the grass. Just a hunch. DMB hit the stage late, but the show was wonderful. They played 3 of the 4 songs I wanted to hear: Crash, Two Step and What Would You Say. (No Crush…I found out they performed that one on the 6th. S’ok. That song does things to me anyway – best to listen in private). I knew every song, too! Here’s the entire setlist from the show. By “Two Step” I was getting pretty chilled, so we beat it before the encores. Proves how old I am, hm?

The crowd was…um…interesting. You can divide them up into two groups, the college-age kids who are old enough to get beer (or to have friends to get beer for them) but still young enough that the girls scream when they see their girlfriends. “Oh mY GAWWWWWWWWWWD!” They think they are incredibly cool because they smoke weed, man. Then you have the ones in their 30s, who were in college when DMB hit mainstream. We’re happy because we don’t get out much and appreciate concerts when we have a chance to see them.

As soon as DMB hits the stage, everyone who has weed lights up. A few songs in, a guy comes to the wall about 10 or so feet away from us and relieves himself on the wall. Gross. No more than 5 minutes later, (during One Sweet World) a couple plops down IN THE SAME SPOT and begins to have sex. We are repulsed, but fascinated. “Doesn’t he feel the wet spot?” David muses. Onlookers give the guy the thumbs up, and he flashes one back, along with a “Yeah, I’m gettin some!” smile. DMB becomes mere background music now as we watch the freak show around us. The couple finishes with a flourish, and an onlooker cheers. Onlooker turns to walk away, and he’s Event Security! Which bodes the question, what do you have to do to get kicked out of the Tweeter Center? All night, Number 7 (the number on the wall) attracted those who had to pee, and couples who had to … “Crash” into each other. I guess if you want it bad enough, you don’t mind sitting in urine.

Staff gave out condoms to us as we left. David: “You should have given these out on the way in!” All in all, a great show.

Afterwards, I logged into the game to find about 2 dozen people ready to help me on the Aerlinthe quest. With great organization by our monarch, Icedancer, we completed the quest, and I got the kill. I was so happy I cried. For reasons I will detail in another post.

Back to this morning!
More bday and weekend news later.

Mood: Happy
Diet?: Restarting today, thankyouvery much. Am armed with good foods and strong will.
Work docket: Ingle, Faith, fix up living section and sports cutline.
Lunch: Smart Ones Peppercorn Beef
Afternoon: Work on continuing socialization of Max, laundry.
Evening: May hit the sack early tonight.

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September 5, 2003

Happy Birthday to me!
Today I turn 31 years old. Officially in my 30s, if you’re one of those “there was no year zero” people. And although I awoke today with the same bug that I’ve had the last 2 weeks, I was happy to see 30 come to a close. Overall, it was a year of sadness and turmoil and growth. Not happy growth, but growth that comes from being pushed and pulled in directions you didn’t want to even explore. Welcome, 31.

Today there is a cheery “Happy Birthday” Banner taped across my cube walls. When you come into the office, it looks like finish line tape blocking off my cube. I was tempted to run through it victoriously. But I ducked beneath it, and muttered that I left my digital camera home.

Today there are no fantasticly attractive outfits. I sound like I’m about to hack up a lung. My head and muscles ache. But I’m smiling. Because it’s my birthday! :)

Mood: Remarkably happy. Still very sick. I could have very easily called out every day this week. But I sit at a desk all day. Who am I to complain?
Work docket: Hot Properties. I dunno what else. Not very focused on work.
Lunch: May indulge in a personal sized chicken mariachi pizza from Donato’s. I’m positive the Online and Marketing Departments will have cake for me. Hope it’s chocolate!
Afternoon: Have my Asheron’s Call cook, Bobbi Flay, whip up some apple pies for ingame birthday celebration. Then take a nap.
Evening: Dave Matthews Band show at 7:00 pm at the Tweeter Center in Camden. We have lawn seats, and I’m happy that it’s going to be warm-ish and not rain.

There are 4 songs I really want to hear tonight:

  • “Crash” — it’s a very sexy little number. “Touch your lips just so I know/In your eyes, love, it glows so/I’m bare-boned and crazy for you….”
  • “Crush” — this song makes me weak at the knees. I’m serious. “Lovely lady /I will treat you sweetly /Adore you I mean you crush me /It’s times like these /When my faith I feel /And I know how I love you” Read the rest here. I can’t or else I won’t be right for work. (splashes cold water on face)
  • “Two Step” — I’ve really grown sweet on this song this summer. “Celebrate we will/Because life is short but sweet for certain/We’re climbing two by two/To be sure these days continue”
  • “What Would You Say” — JUST for the “Mom it’s my Birthday” line.

    Also I have the Aerlinthe quest at 1:00 am. Dierdre the Pain (now level 90) is scheduled to get the kill against the Dark Lady, get the global broadcast ingame, realize a 2 year ingame goal and be famous for a moment or three.

    Weekend: All I have scheduled is dinner with David, Mom, and John tomorrow night. I hope to feel better so I can start picking up some slack around the house. David’s been doing everything while I slump on the sofa like a barely-stuffed Beanie Baby and cough.

    Speaking of housework, here’s the Friday Five! (gotta love that segue)

    1. What housekeeping chore(s) do you hate doing the most?
    Laundry, laundry, laundry.I detest every thing about it. Sorting. Washing. Ironing. Folding. Putting it away. Even taking it to the cleaners.If I could take my clothes off at night and have them mysteriously reappear in my room clean and folded, I’d be a happy girl indeed. That’s what David’s been doing for me lately though, so I don’t complain.

    2. Are there any that you like or don’t mind doing?
    I don’t mind cleaning the kitchen and the bathroom. Maybe because they’re smaller, but I derive more satifaction from scrubbing a pot clean than by getting rid of almost invisible dust in the living/bedrooms. I think in the kitchen/bathroom you SEE your progress.

    3. Do you have a routine throughout the week or just clean as it’s needed?
    Start with an inkling of a routine, but usually end up cleaning as needed.

    4. Do you have any odd cleaning/housekeeping quirks or rules?
    Nope.

    5. What was the last thing you cleaned?
    I dunno. I’ve done not a stitch of housework since I went on vacation. Now that I’m home, I’ve been so out of it (sick) that I go home and sleep.

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    September 4, 2003

    Back. Again.
    Felt so crummy on Tuesday that I took the first doctor appointment I could get after work — 4:00 pm. Turns out I have bronchitis and an ear infection, and the doc happily wrote me a note so that I could call out yesterday w/o guilt. Although techinically you don’t need a note until the third day out, South Jersey’s BEST Newspaper no longer trusts their employees, and one receives flak (often disguised as ‘ribbing’) if you take any sick days. In retrospect, I should have let the doc write the note for 2 days. Still feel crummy today. I’m on antibiotics and sterioids. Plus cough medicine.

    Prewritten last night — not blonde enough to do this all at work.
    Sausalito (Spanish for “little willow”)

    On Sunday, August 24th, Mom and I took a ferry to visit Sausalito. (John was meeting up with a California internet friend and hung around San Francisco) The ferry ride was windy (as I’m jokingly trying to illustrate in the photo — see the Golden Gate Bridge behind me?), but gorgeous. Sausalito is a cute little town across the bay from San Francisco. The main strip is comprised of many little restaurants, shops, and art galleries. we happily putzed around in the boutiques and oohed and aahed at the artwork. Lunch was at Scoma’s, where Mom and I dined on (more) seafood and had a glass of wine. The booze mellowed us enough to make us giggly, but not enough that we would spend obscene amounts of money on odd sculptures.
    We each purchased a little silver bracelet that features a piece of highly polished round colored glass. It’s a bangle-type bracelet. The glass piece is about the size of a small ladies watch face.
    It was a hot day, and we were ready to leave by late afternoon. We hung out by the fountain with some swank bottled water until it was time to board the ferry and head back to the hotel via the Fisherman’s Wharf.

    Back to being written today
    Mood:Sickly, tired. Feeling like a sack of crap, which is a fitting way to spend the last day of my 30th year. Have I mentioned how crappy this year has been? But I’m here. Isn’t that worth something?
    Wearing:Birthday outfit, 2003!! Sweet lil’ schoolgirl pleated skirt; sleevelss red cowlneck sweater, thigh-high stockings (with tops unseen of course…I’m not trashy) and my calf high brown “boots-are-made-for-walking” boots

    ARRRGH!! TESTING THE FIRE ALARMS!!!! MY EARS!!!

    Work docket: Did communities. Will do scrapbook, and update recipe section since I haven’t in over a month.
    Afternoon/Evening I have a date with my Nyquil bottle.

    Ears beginning to bleed. I think I’ll take a ‘coffee break’ and head to starbucks for some caffeine. Hopefully testing will be done by the time I get back.

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    September 2, 2003

    Back to work
    ball girl
    Thankfully my keycard and password still work, so nothing career-threatening came up while I was away. But I still sound like I’m about to cough up a lung. I’d have called out but after a week vacation and a paid day off (Labor Day) wouldn’t it have looked fishy if I called out? So I’ll take some more Dayquil and tough it out. Yesterday David and I crashed on the loveseat for 5 or so hours in the afternoon. Felt good to just doze off like that. But as we all know, it messes up my (already messed up from vacation) sleep schedule and I was up all night. Naturally, I’m sleepy NOW.

    The following was written last night, to preserve job security
    Take me…out to the ball game
    Last Saturday (first full day of vacation) we went to PacBell park in San Francisco to see the SF Giants play the Florida Marlins. The ballpark is a beauty, and has enough ads slapped all over it that a NASCAR stock car would be green with envy. Barry Bonds didn’t play because his dad Bobby Bonds died the day before. (Barry’s now being hospitalized for exhaustion — celebrity-speak for having lost his marbles). Despite a quick run in the top of the first by Florida, the Giants came back and defeated the Marlins. Which is good because 1) they’re the home team and 2)Marlins are also in the NL east…the worse they do, the better the Phils look. I scored the game, and thanks to the full size pencil with eraser that I had to buy for a dollar (as opposed to the eraser-less golf pencils the Phils give you for free) my scorecard was immaculate. C’mon now…how many girls can score a baseball game, hm? I had a “Stadium Dog,” which is not as famous as the Dodger dog I had last year. Tasted like a run-of-the-mill weiner to me. ;) We also partook of garlic fries, which were exactly what it sounds like, and very tasty.

    My birthday suit
    It’s my birthday week. Every year, I try to get a really hot outfit together for my birthday. An outfit that screams, “Certainly Kim isn’t (insert new age here)?!? Why, she looks no older than (current age – 5)!!!” While in Hollywood on Saturday (doesn’t that sound hoity toity?) I shopped at Ann Taylor Loft and got two outfits. One is a blue sleeveless sweater with a keyhole collar, and a straight knee-length charcoal gray skirt (size 8 — hoo-rah!) with light blue pinstripes and a row of buttons down the front. The second is definately my corporate sex-bomb birthday outfit. Sleeveless cowlneck longline red sweater, with a fetching little belt around the waist. Brown and red plaid pleated schoolgirl miniskirt (size 8 — booyah!). To be worn with round-toe ankle strap red heels (yet to be purchased) or brown suede calf boots.

    Fear me.

    This morning I realized my birthday is on Friday — jeans day. Darn. So sex-bomb outfit will happen on Thursday, and the sweet blue-and-gray number happens today. And I’m left with trying to figure out how I can look (current age – 5) in mere jeans and a top.

    Written today
    Mood: Sickly, yet feeling upbeat and attractive in new outfit. Hair blown out, makeup applied (with EYELINER no less) and wearing black thighhigh stocking. Rawr!
    Work Docket: Go through the hundreds of email in my box to weed out the 10 or so genuine ones. Update the spot schedule for September, the Dateline Page, the ingle page, one hot job from yesterday, get me bearings.
    Lunch plans: Diet restarts today, so I’ll grab a Subway sub, come back here and learn some more Perl. (Remember THAT?)
    Afternoon/Evening plans: Swing by the YMCA to re-up for Yoga. Food shop, since I resorted to eating a half-bag of stale marshmallows last night.

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