First of all, I’m going to pour some out for the 49ers and their loss yesterday. While I am not an avid football fan (I often pronounce it “foosball” like Kathy Bates in The Waterboy just to annoy people), one of my earliest, happiest childhood memories is of being at a game with my dad, Uncle Jimmy and cousins when it was so cold that my dad ended up zipping me into his jacket to keep both of us warm. Also, the Niners have sucked for ages and were not favored to win and I love a good underdog story so yeah. Bummer. But I’m not, like, crying into my coffee or anything. Glad we cleared that up.
*Claps hands together purposefully*
- Mad Men season 4 is finally available OnDemand and do you know what this means? A renewed desire for a bar cart at my desk AND we will be all caught up in time for season 5 to premiere in March. The excitement in our home is palpable. Might be a sign that we need to pursue some new interests.
- A much-needed downpour hit this area over the weekend, resulting in ridiculous “puddles” around our office. Parts of the parking lot and the area in front of one of our doors are impossible to walk through without rendering yourself ankle-deep in water. As a result, I am wearing very comfortable clogs, which keep me feet warm and dry, but make me look like Liz Lemon in her bicurious shoes. CKD: Bringing the Sexy Since Never.
- I managed to pop a rib out of place last week, which meant my first visit to a chiropractor. I was nervous, to put it mildly. I feared MORE pain (if that was possible) and that I would need to take off my pants. Both issues were equally concerning to me, and I was assured by many that it would likely not hurt, and I could keep my pants on. Not so reassuring? The chiropractor agreeing with me that I am a mess. My upper back is tense? You mean the area where I hold all tension and that aches when I am stressed or sick? YOU DON’T SAY. The fortunate news is that she feels like she can help and I’m not a lost cause.
- Speaking of doctor’s appointments, does anyone else prepare for those like it’s a third date or something? Leg-shaving, careful undergarment consideration, maybe some perfume? Just me? OK then.
- Issue of Utmost Importance That Requires Your Input, Ideas, and/or Coming Over Here and Just Doing Shit for Me Already: I want to snazz up my workspace at the office. My first step? Framing a picture of Ed and me at Alcatraz and putting it on my desk. (Yes, after more than a year of marriage and almost an entire year at this job, I have a photo of my husband on my desk. Wife of the Year, kids!) My dear Lili gave me a beautiful desk calendar that adds a lot of color and style, and I started rifling through things in our house that could be used to hold supplies. I came up with a small white milk glass pitcher to hold pens, pencils, scissors and the like, and a short square pink vase to hold post-its and pads. And…that’s it. I’m not especially interested in everything matching perfectly, and am aiming for a bright, feminine, classy look. I took to Pinterest for inspiration and came up with some ideas (a small pillow for lumbar support AND to brighten up my ugly burgundy chair is on the list), but I’m curious as to how you make the place where you spend a good chunk of your waking hours prettier, more personal, and/or less “institutional” looking. But of course, space is at somewhat of a premium (I have a giant-ass monitor and the world’s fugliest printer in addition to a small scanner and an electric typewriter that is bigger than a first-grader covering much of the surface area) and I don’t want things to seem cluttered. I’m sure this would be much easier if I had some photos of my desk to show you as a “before” or “work in progress” but I have yet to figure out how to take photos of my workspace without someone walking up and asking what the hell am I doing.
Man, after reading that last rambling paragraph I’m thinking that chiropractor was right on: I am a mess.
Hope you have a great week, Interweb. Rock your frumpy-yet-totally-practical-in-the-rain shoes with pride.