I'm so beat and so looking forward to the weekend. But these days, the weekends are going faster and faster. I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that I've always got something going on, no matter how much I try to do as little as possible. They're usually always fun things, but it's nice to sometimes be a homebody on Saturdays and just take naps, do laundry, watch movies and hang.
But a weekend's a weekend not at work, so I'll take it any day. Thankfully, there's not a lot on the agenda this weekend, so I'm planning to soak up all the free time I can by not engaging my brain if I really don't have to.
Also, I plan to watch Australia, which I'm very excited about because I may just watch it on my new laptop while in laying in bed.
That thought makes me so happy.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
A new toy!
I bought a new laptop on Saturday and I'm loving it. It's got a humongous hard drive, a wireless card (my favorite feature), a built-in web cam (so I can use Skype!) and a variety of other cool features. My other computer was incredibly slow and it was high time for me to get something a little faster.
So thank you Uncle Sam for the tax refund - it sure came in handy, and I did my part to help stimulate the economy. Hooray!
So thank you Uncle Sam for the tax refund - it sure came in handy, and I did my part to help stimulate the economy. Hooray!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
I spy with my little eye...
A floater that's driving me crazy.
I've had a floater in my line of sight for at least a couple of months now. It looks like a hair and it moves every time I move my eye. It's really noticeable in bright light and not so much when it's dark. I finally had enough and decided to go to the eye doctor to make sure that nothing more serious was going on with my vision. I haven't been to the eye doctor since I was a child, so I wasn't exactly sure what to expect.
I had my husband take me since I was informed ahead of time that they would be dilating my pupils, and I'd heard that you can't see a whole lot after that happens. Once I got there, they escorted me into a room where the technician (who was a little too cheery for my taste) informed me that they would be numbing my eyes so they could check the pressure. The numbing would be achieved through eye drops, which I knew I'd be facing at some point, and wasn't looking forward to. All I kept thinking about beforehand was that episode of Friends where Rachel has an eye infection and she goes to the eye doctor, and every time he tries to blow a puff of air in her eye, she pulls her head back.
If you've never had your eyes numbed, it's a very odd feeling. You can't feel a thing once it happens, but you suddenly feel very sleepy and can't keep your eyes open to save your life. It lasted for a good 20 minutes, and then she took me back into the exam room. I was finally starting to feel normal again when the doctor came in and said he was going to numb them again and then dilate them. Great. Once he did the exam, he informed me that I have a viscous detachment, which as he explained it, there's a gelatinous part behind your eye, and as we age, it can liquefy and parts of it can break loose, which explains the floater. He also explained there's nothing that can be done about it and it's basically my new little buddy, so I'd better get used to it. There's a chance that my brain will learn to ignore it or it may float away into another part of my eye and I won't see it, but that's only a possibility. I could see it there for the rest of my life.
Bummer.
He was pretty happy about how healthy my eyes were otherwise, and thankfully, I still have 20/20 vision in both eyes, so he said glasses were completely out of the question. Whew.
So thankfully I don't have a brain tumor, my eye isn't going to fall out and I don't have a wayward cat hair that made its way deep inside my eye.
Not that I was considering any of these possibilities before Friday afternoon.
I've had a floater in my line of sight for at least a couple of months now. It looks like a hair and it moves every time I move my eye. It's really noticeable in bright light and not so much when it's dark. I finally had enough and decided to go to the eye doctor to make sure that nothing more serious was going on with my vision. I haven't been to the eye doctor since I was a child, so I wasn't exactly sure what to expect.
I had my husband take me since I was informed ahead of time that they would be dilating my pupils, and I'd heard that you can't see a whole lot after that happens. Once I got there, they escorted me into a room where the technician (who was a little too cheery for my taste) informed me that they would be numbing my eyes so they could check the pressure. The numbing would be achieved through eye drops, which I knew I'd be facing at some point, and wasn't looking forward to. All I kept thinking about beforehand was that episode of Friends where Rachel has an eye infection and she goes to the eye doctor, and every time he tries to blow a puff of air in her eye, she pulls her head back.
If you've never had your eyes numbed, it's a very odd feeling. You can't feel a thing once it happens, but you suddenly feel very sleepy and can't keep your eyes open to save your life. It lasted for a good 20 minutes, and then she took me back into the exam room. I was finally starting to feel normal again when the doctor came in and said he was going to numb them again and then dilate them. Great. Once he did the exam, he informed me that I have a viscous detachment, which as he explained it, there's a gelatinous part behind your eye, and as we age, it can liquefy and parts of it can break loose, which explains the floater. He also explained there's nothing that can be done about it and it's basically my new little buddy, so I'd better get used to it. There's a chance that my brain will learn to ignore it or it may float away into another part of my eye and I won't see it, but that's only a possibility. I could see it there for the rest of my life.
Bummer.
He was pretty happy about how healthy my eyes were otherwise, and thankfully, I still have 20/20 vision in both eyes, so he said glasses were completely out of the question. Whew.
So thankfully I don't have a brain tumor, my eye isn't going to fall out and I don't have a wayward cat hair that made its way deep inside my eye.
Not that I was considering any of these possibilities before Friday afternoon.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Music to my ears.
When I was in high school and college, listening to music was my biggest hobby. I loved it more than anything - it made me feel alive, happy and fulfilled. For some reason, I fell out of it for awhile and there's been a hole where it used to be. Over the last few days, I've rediscovered it again and spiritually I feel renewed. It's amazing what a difference it's made, and even more important, that the feelings I used to have when I listened to good music are coming back.
My husband and I went to Dimple last weekend and sold a lot of music for credit. I purchased the following albums:
1) Tori Amos, From the Choirgirl Hotel: I've been a Tori Amos fan since I was 16, and I don't think that will ever change. Her performance at the Crest almost 17 years ago was the first concert I ever went to, and I will always remember it (something my mom treated me to). I bought this album on tape several years ago and never got it on CD, so I'm happy to finally be able to listen to it in the 21st century.
2) Beyonce', I Am...Sasha Fierce: I'm not ashamed to admit that I really like Beyonce's music. I have all of her solo albums and I like all of them equally. This is the type of music that gets me energized in the morning and makes me feel...good. I can't put it into words, but I just know that it makes me happy. I've only listened to a couple of songs and I like what I've heard so far.
3) Ingrid Michaelson, Girls and Boys: I had heard her song "The Way I Am" several times, but I really fell in love with it when I saw Jason Mraz in Berkeley back in November. They were playing it during intermission, and I just adored it. I've been meaning to buy the CD for awhile, and when I found it at Dimple for $7.99, I couldn't resist. I haven't listened to it yet, but that will be tomorrow's album.
4) Fleet Foxes, Sun Giant: I discovered this band while I was in the car with my mom one day. She was listening to XM Radio, and I heard them and again, instantly fell in love with their sound. It's very retro and very mellow. I got their self-titled album for Christmas and I really like it, so I picked up their other album. Again, another one I'll be listening to soon.
I've also discovered several new bands (new to me) that have made me excited about music again:
And I'm always looking for good recommendations, so send them my way if you have them!
My husband and I went to Dimple last weekend and sold a lot of music for credit. I purchased the following albums:
1) Tori Amos, From the Choirgirl Hotel: I've been a Tori Amos fan since I was 16, and I don't think that will ever change. Her performance at the Crest almost 17 years ago was the first concert I ever went to, and I will always remember it (something my mom treated me to). I bought this album on tape several years ago and never got it on CD, so I'm happy to finally be able to listen to it in the 21st century.
2) Beyonce', I Am...Sasha Fierce: I'm not ashamed to admit that I really like Beyonce's music. I have all of her solo albums and I like all of them equally. This is the type of music that gets me energized in the morning and makes me feel...good. I can't put it into words, but I just know that it makes me happy. I've only listened to a couple of songs and I like what I've heard so far.
3) Ingrid Michaelson, Girls and Boys: I had heard her song "The Way I Am" several times, but I really fell in love with it when I saw Jason Mraz in Berkeley back in November. They were playing it during intermission, and I just adored it. I've been meaning to buy the CD for awhile, and when I found it at Dimple for $7.99, I couldn't resist. I haven't listened to it yet, but that will be tomorrow's album.
4) Fleet Foxes, Sun Giant: I discovered this band while I was in the car with my mom one day. She was listening to XM Radio, and I heard them and again, instantly fell in love with their sound. It's very retro and very mellow. I got their self-titled album for Christmas and I really like it, so I picked up their other album. Again, another one I'll be listening to soon.
I've also discovered several new bands (new to me) that have made me excited about music again:
- The Pierces - two sisters with amazing voices and haunting melodies.
- The Weepies - really mellow and great music.
- Jaymay - I'm a sucker for female songwriters, and this woman is fantastic.
- Bat for Lashes - one woman with a fantastic voice.
And I'm always looking for good recommendations, so send them my way if you have them!
Monday, March 30, 2009
I just finished a workout.
In keeping with my butt-kicking regime, I ran tonight after work even though I was exhausted from another full day of software training. But at this moment, I feel awesome and rejuvenated: exactly as I knew I would. Unfortunately, I'm going out after work tomorrow night and Friday night, so those nights are out as far as exercise is concerned. However, that still leaves me Wednesday and Thursday, plus the weekend. Which, once this week is over, will equal 4 days of running.
The thing I'm most excited about is that I'm excited. I was actually looking forward to coming home tonight and getting on the treadmill. And I haven't felt like that in almost 3 years.
Let's hope it sticks this time, since I'm smart enough now to realize what I had before.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Stop making excuses already!
I've been coming up with excuses not to exercise lately: I'm too busy, too tired, too lazy, too whatever. And my body is starting to reflect that. Unfortunately, my clothes don't fit quite as well as they did when I was exercising regularly, and I positively hate it. So I stopped pussy-footing around and started running again. And my body is thanking me in a good way. I feel amazing and I feel like I'm back on the road to being in shape again.
I'll probably have to come back and read this post again when I come home from work this week and don't feel like running. I'm going to have to kick my own behind into gear.
But that behind will be a lot firmer in a few weeks - that's for sure.
I'll probably have to come back and read this post again when I come home from work this week and don't feel like running. I'm going to have to kick my own behind into gear.
But that behind will be a lot firmer in a few weeks - that's for sure.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Losing my mind and my necklace.
Have you ever lost something so important to you that it made you ill just thinking about it? I had that happen to me this week.
My mom gave me a diamond necklace when I turned 18. It's dainty and beautiful and I love it and I wear it almost every day. I wore it on my wedding day. It means so very much to me. So you can imagine my utter and complete heartbreak when I went to put it on yesterday morning and couldn't find it. I figured I'd spend some more time looking when I got home from work, and that it would probably be in one of two places where my jewelry ends up at the end of the day.
It wasn't in either of those places.
I tore my house apart looking for it. I got my husband involved. The thing that made me sick was that I couldn't remember when I wore it last and where I put it when I took it off. It was driving me insane. Did it accidentally end up in the trash? Did it fall off my neck and I didn't notice? How could I have just had it a few days before and now it's vanished?
I felt sick and completely irresponsible. I didn't know what to do. I dreamt about it last night and fretted over it every now and again today at work. It was awful. I dreaded having to tell my mom that I lost the necklace she'd given me; the necklace that cost her a pretty penny when we had nothing was gone and it was my fault.
I came home today and was getting ready to do another marathon night of searching. I took a seat at my computer, as I do every day when I get home, and looked a little around the floor of my desk to see if it had ended up there. No luck. I turned in my chair to get up, and noticed a shiny thing laying on the ground a few feet from my chair.
It was the diamond.
I have never been more relieved in my entire life. I told my husband that I didn't care about the chain, who cares what happened to it; what's more important is that I found the diamond.
And I looked down and saw the chain about 2 feet from where the diamond was.
More relief and happiness.
The scary thing is, I have no idea how that happened. The only thing I can guess is that I took it off at my desk and it fell out of my hand as I was walking back to the bedroom.
I'm just so, so glad that it turned up. I tried to tell myself when it was missing that it was just a thing and that it could be replaced, but in reality, it really couldn't. That necklace reminds me of just how much my mom loves me every time I wear it.
It now resides in a little jewelry box next to my bed, and that's where it will go every night when I come home. I never want to risk losing it again.
My sanity's returned, and so has my necklace. Who could ask for more in a day?
My mom gave me a diamond necklace when I turned 18. It's dainty and beautiful and I love it and I wear it almost every day. I wore it on my wedding day. It means so very much to me. So you can imagine my utter and complete heartbreak when I went to put it on yesterday morning and couldn't find it. I figured I'd spend some more time looking when I got home from work, and that it would probably be in one of two places where my jewelry ends up at the end of the day.
It wasn't in either of those places.
I tore my house apart looking for it. I got my husband involved. The thing that made me sick was that I couldn't remember when I wore it last and where I put it when I took it off. It was driving me insane. Did it accidentally end up in the trash? Did it fall off my neck and I didn't notice? How could I have just had it a few days before and now it's vanished?
I felt sick and completely irresponsible. I didn't know what to do. I dreamt about it last night and fretted over it every now and again today at work. It was awful. I dreaded having to tell my mom that I lost the necklace she'd given me; the necklace that cost her a pretty penny when we had nothing was gone and it was my fault.
I came home today and was getting ready to do another marathon night of searching. I took a seat at my computer, as I do every day when I get home, and looked a little around the floor of my desk to see if it had ended up there. No luck. I turned in my chair to get up, and noticed a shiny thing laying on the ground a few feet from my chair.
It was the diamond.
I have never been more relieved in my entire life. I told my husband that I didn't care about the chain, who cares what happened to it; what's more important is that I found the diamond.
And I looked down and saw the chain about 2 feet from where the diamond was.
More relief and happiness.
The scary thing is, I have no idea how that happened. The only thing I can guess is that I took it off at my desk and it fell out of my hand as I was walking back to the bedroom.
I'm just so, so glad that it turned up. I tried to tell myself when it was missing that it was just a thing and that it could be replaced, but in reality, it really couldn't. That necklace reminds me of just how much my mom loves me every time I wear it.
It now resides in a little jewelry box next to my bed, and that's where it will go every night when I come home. I never want to risk losing it again.
My sanity's returned, and so has my necklace. Who could ask for more in a day?
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