I bet that you didn't think that I would post a picture on a weekend, did you? Oh, how you underestimate me!
So, in this picture, notice the cake. My mom made it. In fact, she made many of my birthday cakes over the years. She took cake decorating classes. Now, the MS has affected her hands so she can't really do much anymore. I would like to be able to...but I don't think I would be very good at it. I would just put swirls all over everything. :) But it would be fun to make the frosting roses. She's made just about every kind of cake except wedding cakes. She says that she just couldn't risk messing up someone's wedding cake.
Wait a minute, isn't this supposed to be about me? :) Again, I just love the horrificly enormous glasses. Both the size and the dark rims make me shudder. I think I was six or seven in this photo. We stil lived in the apartment downtown, and we moved from there when I was eight...
My grandpa was a used car salesman for many years. He told me that he would get me my first car. (It ended up that he also got me my second car, my favorite car.) I got my learner's permit and had no car, which was very disappointing. But, since I had no one to teach me how to actually drive, since my mom doesn't drive and neither of my grandparents wanted to teach me, it was okay. But, when I came home one afternoon from a birthday slumber party at Marie's (whose bday is the day after mine), here was this car. Okay. It wasn't the car that I'd envisioned. It was large and brown. He said it was meant to protect me. Sigh. A funny thing about the car was that the back windows only rolled down half way...Marie, was that what the deal in the back was? There was something goofy about those windows because I remember when we drove to Prairie du Chien, you and Ronda and Tina were screaming something about there would be a flood.
Anyway. I drove the car for about a year; it was practically dead, when Grandpa gave me the good car, a reward for being a "good girl." Sometimes being good has its privileges. :)
Today has felt like a very long day, with no particular reason. I got in at a decent time. Had stuff to do. Slept well. No doom impending, as far as I know. But everytime that I looked at the clock, it was so much earlier than I thought that it ought to be. I just looked at the traffic cam and traffic looks hideous: it's raining and it's Thursday. I would have left earlier today, but I was afraid that even with working out (yes, I am getting back to it as of today) I would be thrown into the 520 debacle. So, here I am still working. No class on Thursdays to rush off to; I'm on my own on Tuesday and Thursdays.
Tonight would be a good night to work on the novel. It's raining. No new tv shows on. I dragged the laptop from here to the Midwest and back this weekend and didn't even take it out. That's just wrong.
Notice the plaid pants. Nice, huh?
Now, I'm not sure that this was taken at my birthday or even around. Just sometime when I was two years old. Guess it's not authentically a birthday pic then...but dammit this is my site and I will post what I want!!! :P
Since my birthday approaches, I thought I would start to celebrate it with a trip down memory lane. I found some old pics over the years of different birthdays. Now, this one is me in my high school graduation cap and gown, but graduation was a mere days before my birthday. I didn't like my birthday being so close to graduation. For one, Mom forgot to send my annual birthday cake to school. She'd started the tradition while I was in middle school and that lunch period my friends and I were left cakeless. She had forgotten to send it because she was planning my graduation party. I have a ring bought by my grandma, very pretty pearl and diamond ring, that I am not sure is a graduation gift or a birthday gift. Lots of gifts were "combined" that year. I felt the pain of those unfortunate souls born close to Christmas. Birthdays are completely separate holidays, People!
Anyway. Here is a birthday picture.
Well, I can finally write about the surprise party. I wanted to several times for the past several weeks, but since it was a surprise, and Marie reads this, I couldn't very well do it. :) Anyway, I think the party was a success and even I got my own birthday cake! Which, I wasn't expecting.
I didn't even get lost. I had directions printed out for every scenario: airport to Riemers (since the motel I wanted to stay at was near there), airport to the party (in case something went wrong and I had to go straight there), Riemer's to the party. There was almost a snaffoo getting the rental car, but I straightened it out and got a pretty cool bright red Grand Am. I love keyless locks!!! Found the motel that I wanted to stay at and it wasn't even very expensive. I realized that I hadn't stayed in a hotel alone since I drove to Seattle. It doesn't matter...it was just something that I realized. Drove down to Center on Sunday...a different way than I ever have. Mom was surprised...she knew it was possible that I might come down for a few hours, but not a few days. We did all the typical Nikki is Home types of things: Wal-Mart, Burnstad's, Ho-Chunk. I actually won $200, though, so at least that was profitable! Got to chat with Tina for a few hours. And I ran about town taking pictures of everything to show people. I realized that there's not much to take pictures of. lol
Yesterday I went back up to Saint Paul and stayed with the Riemers since my flight was so freaking early. Marie and I went to Target (sans any children!) where I bought a bikini. I'd told myself I wouldn't even try one on until I got to this certain weight...but I decided to anyway and it fit okay. It's fairly plain...black. I wanted red but the only red one they had in the style that I liked had stripes on it and Marie said it reminded her of a pirate. I still don't see where she got that conclusion from...but it ruined it for me! It wasn't the right red anyway. Now. I don't know where or when I'll where this bikini. But the point is that I have one. I still don't like the way I look in it. But maybe it will be a good motivating factor. Face it, I'll probably never think I look good in it no matter what I look like. :)
I thought I would go straight to work after I flew in. But I was too exhausted. I hadn't slept well since last Thursday night, so I needed a catnap. Slept a little longer than I meant to. Took a shower and drove to work. It's pretty quiet over here. It's rainy. I want to curl up and watch a movie. Light candles. It was rainy the whole time I was in WI, too. Packed way too much, mostly summerish clothes.
The highlight of the trip, other than the party and buying the bikini, was surprising my grandpa. I'll post the pics of the trip when I get them off my camera.
I'm having one of those moments where I feel like I have forgotten to do something. Looking at my long list of stuff on the dry erase board here at work...don't see anything glaring. Fridays tend to be free of any daily tasks, so I devote my day to larger tasks that I am free to focus on uninteruppted by the pidley things I do the rest of the week.
People keep asking me what I want for my birthday. Am I difficult to buy for? Have I turned into my grandfather like that somehow? He is the hardest person in the world to buy for. Who else needs ideas? I will try to think of some more.
Today, I've been bad. I didn't eat breakfast. I totally forgot. And then, I decided not to eat my lunch; I bought a half sandwhich from the cafeteria vendor instead. And then I drank a Mt. Dew. I haven't had any water today. I am toying with the idea of not going to aerobics. Is it some kind of slippery slope? Must keep goal in mind...
Got an e-mail from my friend, Tina, last night. Felt badly that I hadn't gotten back to her, but I don't think she's holding it against me. :) She told me that she's been reading my novel excerpts on here and that they were good, very real, but that she'd always liked my writing. Which made me think...how does she know? I don't remember showing many people in high school much of anything. No one. Not Mom. Not even Marie that I recall. Why? I don't know. I still cringe when I know people are reading something of mine, even if I've given them my chapbook myself, or posted something on here myself. But I know it's a good thing. Well, the writing isn't necessarily good...I meant that the sharing of it might be. :)
Why is it that when my hair is damp, it's nice and wavy like I've always dreamed, but so straight when it's dry? That just doesn't make sense. Last night I slept on it wet and boy was I in a world of hurt this morning. The bangs are the worst part. Scary...
My day seems to be going better than yesterday: remembered my gym bag and apparantly my ankle bracelet has been found, although the details of its rescue have not been revealed to me. For all I know, it's being held ransom. Hope I have enough to pay its captor(s). ;)
I fell asleep in the car yesterday. Don't worry, I wasn't driving. :) I was in the parking lot of Crossroads. I'd called someone and left a message and I expected her to call me back around 6ish. So, I decided to close my eyes while I waited. Next thing I know, it's 7 pm. Obviously she hadn't called. So. I groggily drove home. I didn't even think I was tired. Odd.
I must be having a duh day. I can't find my ankle bracelet. I looked all over work and in my car. Grr. I liked having it jingle at work, too. AND, I forgot my gym bag at home this morning so I can't work out. Grr.
Ha ha, building receptionist, I have building access now! You can't call security on me now. You can't smirk as you make me fill out a billion pieces of paper before calling someone to come fetch me in the lobby. I got to smirk today. :P
Sorry about that, folks. I've been waiting a month for that.
Took a short walk late tonight. I wore my new pajama bottoms from VS, too, which, with socks and tennis shoes, looked pretty funny. Tied my hair up with a crinkle...something I haven't done in years. Remember when crinkles were cool? Now I just use rubberbands...the good ones that is. owever, I still have a few crinkles lying around from high school. Weird. Talk about holding onto things!
Today I wore my birthday dress. That is, the dress I bought two years ago at Espirit when it was going out of business at Bell Square. It's a pretty cool dress. It's fairly simple: black, spaghetti straps, a thin band of transparent lace above the waist, kinda low cut. It's basically just a sundress. It looks good, though. I was going to wear it for my birthday this year when I realized that I've worn it the past two. That's no good. But it makes me feel good and one should feel good on their birthday (the best holiday). I bought a different dress, though. Different style, but very pretty. Anyway. I wore the black dress today, along with a cardigan so I didn't look quite so clubbish, because I just wanted to feel good. The weekend was kind of blah-spent most of it working on SLL, laundry, etc. It's strange that one piece of clothing can improve a mood. :) But it did. Even though, I go through most of my days without anyone seeing me much, me back in my alcove. And I just want to let it be known that I will never get rid of that dress. I don't care how much more weight I lose. I will just have it taken in. It's just too good of a dress! I wish I had several more in different colors.
What a strange thing to blog about...
At the street fair yesterday I bought these cool little cards...they're Japanese (maybe they're Chinese) characters. For my office I bought "Create" and for the dining room I got "love" and "laughter." I thought they were cute.
I'm really blogging about nothing tonight. I have stuff I would like to blog but can't due to...well, you'll see next week. All in due time... (I know you're all waiting on baited breath.
I can't believe no one commented on my latest novel entry. No more for you!! :P
As I was trudging back home from QFC with snacks for tonight, I passed by Dick's and noticed several formally dressed teenagers (as well as one teenaged boy who appeared to be dressed as Paul Revere) buying burgers. It seems that it is still some kind of fun for kids going to prom to go to fast food places instead of fancy restaurants. Anyway. Seeing them reminded me of my own prom. At RCHS, we had junior prom. Seniors had the semi-formal Snoball. Anyway, a group of us went together. And when I say "group" I mean there were four of us, and two were actually on a date, which left Marie and I stag. It was actually kind of fun. Eric was in heaven, I'm sure since he had his "real" date, Marie's cousin Terri, as well as two other girls trailing him around. Eric was a cool guy so it was all good, although not how I'd ever imagined my prom being. I had an awesome dress that was actually bought earlier in the year when I'd been out shopping for a Homecoming dress. The dress shoud've cost way over $150, but we found it on sale for $15. There was only one like it, and it fit me perfectly. Mom told me, "Don't you gain one pound." I ended up mysteriously losing weight and had to have it taken in, especially at the bust. lol Ronda and Tina wouldn't come to prom with us; I have no idea why. Well, I'm sure Tina didn't because Ronda had told her not to. Ronda, I think, may have wanted a date. Not sure. So after the four of us went to eat at Peaches, we drove all the way out to Gotham, past Tina's house, where Ronda was spending the night. Yes, we were spying on them.
Because I was poor, I did my own hair and make-up, as well as Marie's, I'm sure. I think Terri went and got hers done, which is fine, since she actually had a date. I spent a lot of time worrying about my bra that night...making sure it wasn't showing. The dress was kinda low cut (lower than I ever wore at least) and the only strapless bra I had was like a tube top. So, if I shrugged my shoulders at all, it was exposed and I was horrified. If the dress hadn't been white (actually egg-shell), I probably couldn't gotten away with not wearing one at all. (I'm sure you all wanted to know all these details. Indulge me.)
I had grandios visions that I would walk into prom and Ryan (aka Now a Monk) would see how great I looked and instantly forget about whatever who...I mean skag...I mean girl he was with that night. I don't even remember now who he was dating...maybe Lisa from Ithaca. He was the first thing that I saw that night when I walked into the gym...but that was it. At least he left me alone that night and didn't threaten to sexually accost me like he did on other occassions or call me any of his "pet names" that he had for me.
Our dj sucked, if I remember correctly. It was the dad of one of the prom planners. So we got him for cheap, but he played music that should've been played at his own prom, not ours.
All in all, it was a good night. I'm glad I went even if I was dateless.
However, the next year, Ronda and Tina somehow got it into their head that they wanted to go, but only if I went. I wasn't all that excited about going to the junio prom dateless once again, but I really wanted them to have the experience of attending a prom. Marie wouldn't go. So, I bought another dress, more expensive and not nearly as pretty, and we went. It was lame. Hardly any of our own classmates were there. Neither of them wanted to dance. So, we spent a lot of time sitting at the tables lining the gym. But at least they went.
I wish there was a prom for adults! Other than the fact I was a lot thinner then than now, I feel like I would be better at a prom now. Contacts. More confidence (yes, incredible, huh?). Better able to select a flattering dress. The discovery of a hair flat iron. I think a prom now would be so much better. Sigh.
What a wonderful walk down memory lane. :)
So, this is one of my favorite scenes that I've written so far in the novel. After you read it, you might wonder why. I don't know. Do I have to have a reason??? :) I wrote it while I was sitting at Gas Works Park last summer. I hadn't thought of the scene at all beforehand, just started writing in my journal and voila. Just so you all know, it is in no way autobiographical. :) Although, if I were the bikini wearing kind (which I hope to be by this summer) I would like a bikini like the one I describe in the scene. But, I am partial to swirlies, so...Reflecting on the scene, I've realized that I wanted Aubry to have some kind of body issue, because 99% of females do. But, I wanted it to be unique, not just the standard "I need to lose one billion pounds" lament. I also wanted it to be centered around her abdomen because most females struggle with how this area looks exposed. But again, I thought of none of this consciously while writing it. Why isn't she self-conscious about how white she is, both in complexion and hair? I don't know. But somehow, her belly button really gets to her. I think all of us have little things like that, that really bother us about ourselves. Little things that no one sees, that probably aren't even there. A lot of times it's because someone made some comment and it stuck with us. For instance, Mom told me once when I was a teenager, back when "hunter green" was a fashionable color that wearing green made my hair look green, and I have a really hard time wearing green because of it, to this day. I've told plenty of people about it and they all look at me like I am crazy. Anyway. That is that. The scene was easy to visualize. Although it's not autobiographical, the apartment that it takes place is a real place. I do that, though. Even if how I describe the area in a scene is different than what I am actually visualizing, nine times out of ten, I think of a real place. I have no idea why. For instance, the apartment where Aubry and her sister live is in Capitol Hill (well, so far at least) but I always think of it as the apartment that Keely and I lived in in Redmond. Oh I'll change it in the story, but I will still think of it as that apartment. I'm weird. :) The Bathing Suit scene
I swear I smell sunblock right now...which is odd since I mention sun block in the scene. Weird...
This all to let you know that there are less than 20 days left until my favorite holiday: my birthday! Now, some of you might be thinking, "Hey, that's pretty selfish, to have your favorite holiday be your birthday. And wait a minute...is a birthday really a holiday?" My answers are "Too bad. And yes." Christmas is about Jesus' birthday isn't it?? Christmas is a holiday, right??? So, between now and then I want nothing to happen to ruin my big birthday. No arguments. No disagreements. Nothing. Status quo. Keely will be sending out invitations, but just to give you all a heads up, I am pretty sure that it will be on June 5th...or is it the 12th? No, I am pretty sure it's going to be the 5th. (That reminds me to get her the guest list...) Some of us are going out on her birthday the day before mine, but to celebrate both of ours, since I have plans with someone (yes, this is a reminder to you! :) ) on mine. So, it won't be just one day of celebration, but several...the way that it ought to be. I'm in favor of having Birthday Week in fact. Do I have a second to that motion?
It's sunny today thank goodness. The dreary stuff was killing my mood...I mean, uh, actually it was enhancing my mood. But tonight it's the season finale of ER, which is always good. Might have to tape it to go out with Betsy for writing night.
Apparantly, there is some big board game night at MS. Last year, I dated this guy who told me about it. I guess it's all those German board games. Recently, I was telling someone about it and he knew all about it...knew the names of people that attended. And then just today, someone told me about it in an e-mail. How strange.
Was writing in my journal today and my hand kept cramping up. Am I really that much out of practice with penmanship because of using the computer all the time? I think the lines are just smaller is all. :)
Thinking it's time to post another section of the novel. What do you think?
Maybe it's going to be one of those weeks. This is what comes from having a serious conversation with someone before they leave for a week. I am trying not to worry, because in the end, there's nothing I can do. I either trust them or I believe that past behavior predicts future behavior. Either way, it's out of my hands. Do I like it? No. But I choose to trust and to believe I won't be let down because they've never lied to me before. :)
The meeting went fine last night. When I walked into the coffee shop where we were meeting, I saw her across the way. She smiled and waved, which I returned, but I did not sit by her. I sat across the room until backups arrived. I thought it best that way because I didn't want to get into the whole situation with her. She tried to bring it up in the meeting, though. I had to give her my phone number, which hopefully she will lose. And she tried to bring it up a second time to which both the leader and I stopped. I was a little catty at times, but I've lost all patience with her. That's what happens when I have lost my patience with someone, unfortunately. More often than not I can keep my temper...but there are rare occassions when I lose it. And I am on the brink of it.
I'm having one of those days...where nothing is going wrong but it feels like it. I find myself just zoning out. Traffic didn't even bother me this morning because I barely realized that I was even in it because I was too busy zoning out. Not even the fact that my jeans keep falling down too low or that the shirt I am wearing fits so I can button it now (I bought it four years ago and it didn't then) is distracting me all that much.
I have a zine meeting tonight. It will be the first encounter with the person that I've been sparring with since our last spar. I had meant to have all the evidence gathered and collated and sent to the person in charge by now. I still want to, but also I wonder if it will do any good anyway. Is it better to expose her or to just deal with her in the best way that I can? I'm in such a mood today that I'm rather ambivilant. Hm.
The past two days have been cold and rainy. Ick. Good for snuggling. Bad for wearing short skirts. But, I wear them anyway. :)
I participated in quite a bit of retail therapy on Saturday afternoon, for no particular reason. Just wanted to. Bought an awesome dress for my birthday at Anne Taylor Loft- a store I've never shopped in. It was kinda pricey, but it's so pretty and it fits so perfectly. Now...just have to find a place to wear it for my birthday...Had a disagreement with a salegirl in Victoria Secret about what size I wear. She measured me, twice, and still thought I was about 4 sizes larger than what I am. In the end, I chose the passive agressive way and selected the size I wanted without her help. Everyone I have told the full length story to has been shocked that she told me the size that she did. Idiot. Wrapped up the day at Bath and Body works. Ah. I love the mall. But it's evil.
I was scrolling through my cell phone number list, looking for numbers of people I need to give to Keely and Judy for my birthday party. I came to the entry, Dr. Love. What the hell? I thought...Who is that? I don't have a doctor by that name. And then, of course, I started to think someone, who shall remain nameless, had put it on my cell phone. I'm paranoid that way...But no one has had access to my phone, not for long enough out of my chaperoning at least. So, then I did a reverse phone check on the Internet and realized it's the chiropractor's office where Suganthi works, in Kirkland. Duh! Sometimes I get too carried away! :)
Tonight I went to the Mariner's game, Tim in tow. My work gave me two free tickets and they were reallly really nice seats. There was no one sitting around us for the majority of the game...that was kinda odd. But, we won the game, so it was good.
Work was busy today. I have this big project to work on now...but meanwhile I still have all these small things to work on, too. It's not a huge problem. Just have to figure out a new way to order my day. My dry erase board method isn't as efficient. :)
Trying to decide if I want to go to Deaf night at Jillians tomorrow night. I want to go...but I haven't signed since the end of last quarter so I am sure it will be very rusty. But, I suppose that it will just get worse if I don't do it.
I have two bags of clothes to take to Goodwill. This is the kind of sad thing about losing weight...getting rid of the clothes that I like because they don't fit anymore. :) If only the bags would magically transport themselves to my car. Actually, it'd be better, while they're out there transporting, if they would just go to Goodwill themselves. They don't need me to chaperone. :)
Why am I up this late? I'm not tired.
Some guy around here is wearing Drakkar and it's driving me crazy. :) I don't know why, but I just love that cologne. Always have-since high school. I don't even know how I came to know that cologne. I had a French friend in college and I asked her what it meant. I knew "noir" meant "night." She thought "drakkar" meant "anvil" or something like that. What a funny name for a perfume/cologne. Night Anvil? How does that evoke sexual/sensual images? Anyway. It smells really good. I keep thinking the smell must be on me...but that's impossible. I have some Ambercrombie and Fitch perfume, which I've had for over 3 years. They don't smell at all similar, so it must be some guy wandering around here. Dammit. It's like being teased!! :)
Why is it that the middle of the week gets so busy? I'm sitting here with a pile of things to do (I'm just taking a quick break from it to blog a bit). Sure, some of it I could have done on Monday. But I have this workflow process that I follow. It's very technical. See, I have this huge dry erase board on the wall and I have broken everything that I need to accomplish by weekly, daily, and monthly chores. Every day I check to see what needs to be done. I suppose this all could be done in Outlook or something. But I really like dry erase boards. They remind me of living in the dorms. :) I also like Post-it notes. :) I guess I am just a hardcopy kind of girl. Anyway. I tend not to do things ahead of time because if I do then it just means that later on in the week I'll be sitting there twiddling my thumbs possibly. But I run the risk of everything getting dumped on me in the middle of the week. But what is life if you're not taking risks? That is the question.
Throughout my life, there have been opportunities for me to be a leader. I usually rise to the occasssion. I am quite skilled at the art of bossiness in fact. But lately, I've taken on this leadership position, which will remain nameless, and I'm about to go beserk from it. It's actually supposed to be a "co-leadership" kind of deal with another chick. This chick happens to be crazy. I really think she might be. She loves listing off all her accomplishments and how qualified she is to be in this position (intimating that I could not possibly be). She yelps at the slightist hint that any of her work is being critiqued or edited. Yet, I ask her to do a few tasks, and she's mucked it all up. She's offended and hurt multiple people, after which, I've had to do cleanup work with. She insulted me to said people in e-mail. Now my question is, how do I deal with this? I've let our "manager" know what's going on. I am documenting everything. But the organization is run on volunteers and thus, it's difficult to fire volunteers. Do I throw down the ultamadem of either she goes or I go? Do I really want to go if it means leaving her in charge? I like what I'm doing and I think I'm pretty good at it. I'm just not very good at confrontation, and this is what it's coming down to. The chick can out e-mail me in flame mail. She's unemployed so she simply has more bandwidth for it. UGH!
Finally got to watch Pirates of the Caribbean last night. Mighty fine movie. :) Johnny Depp looked cute as ever, even if his goattee is in pigtail braids. And Orlando Bloom was cute, too.
Had my first grilled cheeseburger of the season, too. Yummmm! I love grilled food.
This is actually a busy week. Nothing really going on tonight but tomorrow I am watching the Castleberry kids for an hour or so until Keely gets home. Thursday I am going to a Mariner's game because work gave me some great tickets. How much excitement can a girl take in one week. :)
Less than a month til my birthday folks. Hope you're all researching the perfect gifts to buy me. :)