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


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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Deaf no more

Deaf no more
cell block tangoI am again among the hearing! :) I coughed a bit last night, but when I woke up, the fluid was gone from my ears. I can hear! Huzzah!

The Rock
Last Monday, we went to visit Alcatraz. Which is now Alcatraz Island State Park. Doesn’t sound so scary anymore. Took the Blue Line Ferry across the Bay for a 20 minute journey to the island. After being briefed by Ranger Joe (not real name) we climbed up to the cellhouse (equivalent of 13 flights of stairs) and received our headset for the self-guiding audio tour. This is a type of tour I first experienced when I visited Graceland in 1995. You are given a headseat and a digital player and you follow the directions on the recording. “Turn right down the first corridor and proceed to cell 102, where you will see Kim in a traditional tourist photograph.” On one hand, it’s a great way to take a tour because you can hear ACTUAL audio clips of ACTUAL hardened criminals talking about their stays in prison. On the other hand, groups of people wander wordlessly from room to room, isolated from each other. But seeing that isolation was a big part of the Alcatraz experience, maybe the tour was done that way on purpose!

Did you know that the wardens’ wives and children also lived on Alcatraz back when it was a prison?

My diet offcially restarts tomorrow. I’ll go back to yoga on Wednesday and restart the gym on Thursday (hopefully I’ll be feeling better by then). To shake things up a bit (and to avoid post-vacation depression) I’m not restarting daily weigh-ins until Monday the 15th.

And so goes another lazy Labor Day. The only ‘must-do’ for me is food shopping. Me cupboard is bare.

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September 1, 2003 – afternoon

feels like: 9:01 pm

I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
The one thing that irks me about the Disney resorts (both in Cali and Florida) is that they need to be more wired. Once you step foot on Diz property, web access is nearly impossible for the mere mortal non-business traveler to obtain. I wanted to blog a few times through vacation, but nope. Oh well.

Vacation was fantastic and wonderful and all that jazz. I had a blessedly wonderful time, save the fact I was sick the entire time. Yup. My suspicions were correct. I was coughing from night one, and neither Robitussen DM nor Dayquil could help. Was feeling better yesterday, but now I have an ear infection that I did NOT have before today. How do I know? Well, dear reader, on the way down from the plane, my ears filled up with fluid. They’re still full to the point that I can hear the fluid swish when I tilt my head around. Nice, hm? As a result, I can’t hear very well. Good thing I have off tomorrow, hm? :)

No doubt, I’ll write more about vacation as the week goes on.

While I was gone, Max turned into quite a proper little pup. He is all healed from his surgery, and the lack of … um… a sack … has done him wonders. No more humping. No more snapping. No more baring his teeth at me. David’s turned him into a little cuddle pup. He climbs on your lap and snuggles. He also plays with you, and by himself. He tosses his toys up in the air and thrashes them all around. He still has a housebreaking issue…but we can fix that. I was more concerned with his temprament issues, which have dissipated. It’s been over 10 years since I’ve had a young dog; a dog that tumbles over himself with excitement when you walk into the room. A dog that teethes on your knuckles.

Max is nothing like Mickey was. I’m very glad for that.

My kitties are still in exile, poor loves. Though Charlie will venture out to the breakfast bar to sit by me when I’m here on the PC. That’s where he is now. Misty’s in the bedroom, and Max is dozing by the sliding glass door.

Played with Dierdre the Pain a bit. She’s level 88 now.

I’m going to catch up on some surfing, log into Asheron’s Call for a chat, and then Nyquil myself and call it an evening.

Glad to be home!

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