tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10503284184258054482012-02-16T06:05:09.959-05:00You're welcome to join me. Just remember: I'm in charge.Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-44434459060304761742011-05-19T20:23:00.000-04:002011-05-19T20:23:44.480-04:00

Apparently, I am applying to grad school. I've been talking about it for more than a year. Still waffling on actually going but figured I might as well see if anyone will actually accept me into their program...It's all fun and games till you realize you have to ask 3 people to write references for you, so you're going to look really foolish if you can't get into a program after all. And what is

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-86229856967203014312011-01-21T20:36:00.000-05:002011-01-21T20:36:22.577-05:00

Dear Weasel Landlord's Realtor, I'm sorry the placement of my toaster is so offensive to you. I'm sure its terrible positioning on the counter is what's keeping this place from selling. How silly of me not to have realized! It couldn't possibly be the kitchen that is almost too small to be functional. Or the lack of closet space (you know there's not even a linen closet in here, right? Of course

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-53553422651454653042011-01-03T09:42:00.000-05:002011-01-03T09:42:10.568-05:00

Today's Bible thumping hilarity: guy I went to grade school with is asking for prayers because his heat isn't working. It is KILLING me not to respond with "honey, you need a repair man, not Jesus." But I will refrain...on his facebook page anyway.

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The Dirty Frog and I have found a place to live - a lovely condo in Alexandria, walking distance to the King St. metro and other lovely things you want steps from your front door. We went to lots of open houses and then looked some more with our awesome Realtor. There were lots of interesting places and we debated back and forth about several. There were also a handful that stood out because they

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This is my favorite picture from the honeymoon. You're probably thinking it's of nothing. But look at that couple. We were in Barcelona for one day so were seeing as much as we could before getting in the car and driving the rest of the way to Madrid. We stopped to rest at this plaza somewhere in the middle of Barcelona, just sitting on the steps talking about what we'd seen so far and what

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-49466743545540839852010-12-03T14:09:00.000-05:002010-12-03T14:09:31.369-05:00

I'm beginning to think there's an unspoken rule that if you want to be a Realtor you have to be crazy. The Dirty Frog and I looked at an apartment the other night - really, we just wanted to see something in that building to give us an idea if it was worth keeping an eye on for renting or buying - and the lady showing the place was kind of nuts. It started off with an odd phone call when I set

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-88850924726907705872010-11-30T19:47:00.000-05:002010-11-30T19:47:08.884-05:00

Oy vey...the Dirty Frog and I are deeply confused. We can't decide if we should find a place to rent or buy something. There are pros and cons for both. We've looked at a couple of places to rent and went to some open houses. Still confused. We haven't seen anything that was so perfect we'd do whatever just to live there. Today, I'm leaning toward buying. Because I had a crazy conversation with

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-23089294996595153052010-11-18T21:32:00.000-05:002010-11-18T21:32:24.030-05:00

The weasel has decided he needs to sell his condo. Sooo, once our lease is up we have to move. Oh joy...We thought we'd be cute and just buy the place from him, but he wants a ridiculous amount for this place. He seems to think he's the only person in this market who should not have to take a loss. Good luck, weasel. We went to a few open houses a week or so ago - saw one cute place we're

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-1907598620085130022010-11-11T19:45:00.000-05:002010-11-11T19:45:27.051-05:00

I "discovered" a blog I have come to love in the last couple of days - The Choosey Beggar. It was highlighted on DC Blogs yesterday. And I could not stop reading it...until I had to because I read every single post. Oh yeah, I read all of them. My fascination has nothing to do with all the cooking. I barely know how to pull a meal together for me and the Dirty Frog, much less even begin to wrap

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-10695507384370616772010-11-02T22:00:00.000-04:002010-11-02T22:00:04.011-04:00

So very cranky lately. It started as general unhappiness with the job - and continues. It's just more and more obvious every day that I am in the wrong job with the wrong people. It's just not a good fit. Note to self: when you want to throw up and run away in the middle of a job interview, take the hint and don't take the job. Last night I went to an author reading at the Folger Library.

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-72286139990717307832010-10-27T19:58:00.000-04:002010-10-27T19:58:20.858-04:00

I was very happy this week to get good news about my "senior kitty." You see, once a cat turns 10, she's considered "senior." At 14, they become "geriatric." Which only means the vet wants to see you more often and the bills escalate accordingly. Suddenly there is very important blood work to be done and whatnot. Bless the Dirty Frog, his response no matter how big the bill so far has been "well,

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I've been kind of excited about Hair coming to the Kennedy Center. It's a fun musical. I was thinking maybe I'd get tickets. But then I remembered why I remember Hair so vividly after only seeing it once...college left some marks... Several things were going on at the same time. 1. The theater program on campus was all in a tizzy about doing Hair, and the campus was getting all worked up

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-15152079400071718542010-10-18T21:12:00.000-04:002010-10-18T21:12:26.910-04:00

Mondays are an evil invention. I don't know if it's the upcoming birthday or the general frustration with the job or what. But I am CRANKY lately. This latest bout started Friday. I was at a conference for work, and normally I find these things somewhat entertaining. The people watching alone can be priceless because librarians are just odd people (not sure I really want to be included in that

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-39414901452286589932010-10-16T17:55:00.000-04:002010-10-16T17:55:49.847-04:00

I am still trying to find a salon I like in Arlington. We've been here 6 months, and I'm still on the hunt. I need somebody who can cut curly hair AND do a kick ass color job. They have got to know how to mix a good red. And realize I rarely want the same color twice. I'm not worried about anybody knowing this color isn't natural. I want people to be in awe of my not-found-in-nature red. Pickles

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-38821530810285974542010-10-15T17:21:00.002-04:002010-10-15T17:29:52.179-04:00

I was in a day and a half long conference this week - hanging with the leaders of libraryland. Be still my heart! There I was in a bright pink sweater....the rest of the room was all in black. Oh well, I prefer being the center of attention!Highlights from this conference:1. Watching one of libraryland's shining stars of all things digital hunt and peck on his old school lap top that is twice the

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-45324188868054968572010-07-15T20:45:00.003-04:002010-07-15T21:02:47.333-04:00

I've been at my current employer for almost 3 years. From day one I have been painfully aware that I don't fit well there. Don't get me wrong - it's a great job; it was a great career move for me; it's a great learning experience. That said...I don't fit with these people. I haven't been able to explain how I don't fit though. I just know I don't. But today I finally figured it out. I was

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-48081973354216894732010-05-15T07:44:00.005-04:002010-05-15T08:27:32.643-04:00

I had the chance to go to a swearing in ceremony for new citizens this week. A friend was finally getting her citizenship, so of course she invited all her friends. How do you say no to that invitation? But I have to say it was the nicest thing I've had a chance to witness and also one of the more tragic.First, they tell you to be there at 8am sharp. So there we were - waiting in line for forever

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-46061226771013150572010-04-23T17:50:00.004-04:002010-04-23T18:21:29.732-04:00

So the Dirty Frog and I have relocated to civilization. You may recall we moved to the country a couple of years ago - trading location for square footage. Well, after 2 years of that commute, I hollered UNCLE. We packed about half our worldly possessions and sold the other half on craigslist so that we could squeeze ourselves and the beast into a cute little condo that's about the size of one

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-77673389900666168152009-11-14T19:20:00.003-05:002009-11-14T19:33:29.857-05:00

My gay boyfriend and I managed to score tickets to see Cate Blanchett in Streetcar Named Desire this week. We had been reading reviews and random blogs, all saying it was fabulous and mind blowing. So we were really looking forward to this.The first half was good. Really good. But maybe not quite crossing the line into mind blowing. We also talked during the intermission about how there was just

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-6127331709799443122009-11-07T15:22:00.000-05:002009-11-07T15:30:50.120-05:00

I took the beast to the vet this morning for some blood work. She's considered a senior kitty now, which seems to mean "come spend a couple hundred bucks every few months" on wacky things I swear the vet is just making up. The Dirty Frog is the official cat wrangler at my house, and he's really good at it. This morning was a little more traumatic than usual since the beast figured out something

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-19200033973939981872009-11-03T22:38:00.000-05:002009-11-03T22:49:57.900-05:00

I went out for dinner tonight and noticed that the shopping center we drove through was already decorated for Christmas. The light poles were wrapped in garlands and there were wreaths up all over the place. Now, I kind of expect to see Christmas inside the stores. I mean, Halloween was three whole days ago so of course we're in the mood for Christmas now. But, decorating the parking lot? That

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-20448848406886114752009-11-01T16:50:00.001-05:002009-11-01T17:18:42.044-05:00

I think I finally figured out what I've been missing while living in the burbs. I've been missing crazy.It started the other night when I was on my way back from the gym and noticed two state troopers parked on the side of the road in my subdivision with blue lights flashing. There was someone sitting under a tree while the troopers went through a back pack. I couldn't tell if the person was male

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-23108912682939499522009-10-31T15:20:00.000-04:002009-10-31T15:25:14.268-04:00

All my favorite stories start with my grandfather’s wooden leg. How could they not? My love of a good prosthetic is well documented. I am fascinated with the medical world’s ability to make us whole again - even if it means strapping a wooden peg to what’s left of a limb and declaring you “whole.”I had terrible nightmares as a kid. I mean TERRIBLE. I don’t think I really slept until I was in high

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-37879558893319734682009-09-12T19:14:00.000-04:002009-09-12T19:40:33.677-04:00

Trapeze school came to DC this summer, and I don't think anyone was more excited than me! I don't know why. I'm afraid of heights and have the upper body strength of a quadraplegic. But I emailed everyone I know and begged them to go with me. We had a good group together and signed up for a Saturday night. And we all actually showed up!Here's the thing: you have to climb a rickety ladder to get

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-72872193366545260442009-04-24T23:04:00.000-04:002009-04-24T23:48:05.950-04:00

Here I sit with my week-old chipped nail polish, cute dress hanging in the closet because I have no idea where to take it to be cleaned, and a table full of presents. Our wedding was a good time! Neither of us thought we'd enjoy it, but we had THE BEST TIME EVER. It was great. But you know I can't get married without something stupid happening. So let me tell you my sad story.For the record: It

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-45327191751128161372009-04-18T07:05:00.000-04:002009-04-18T07:20:33.243-04:00

It's the morning of the big day. Kind of exciting. The Dirty Frog and I are both remarkably calm about the whole thing. Weirdly calm, actually. Who wants to bet we completely fall apart right in the middle of the ceremony tonight?We had dinner with the out of towners last night - mostly mommie dearest's crazy family. Much fun was had. Roadkill was there with her Chinese baby. And let me tell you,

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-63507250626789376322009-02-02T21:57:00.000-05:002009-02-02T22:11:58.354-05:00

The Dirty Frog has started looking for a new job. He's convinced there's nothing out there for him though. He's spending loads of time on the USA Jobs site, and still can't seem to find anything. So, I asked to see some of what he was looking at. Turns out, we have fundamentally different ways of deciding whether we're qualified for something. He's honest; I'm not.He was all worried with the one

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-65763316175540199462009-01-04T08:27:00.000-05:002009-01-04T08:36:59.107-05:00

I had the wackiest wedding dream last night. See, it's 2009. I can't say I'm getting married NEXT year anymore. I'm getting married in three and a half months. That thud you heard was me hitting the floor in a face plant...So, last night, I swear I had nothing to drink and didn't watch anything weird on tv before crawling into bed. I dreamt we had some kind of bollywood themed wedding that

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-11686765427449482192008-11-30T10:59:00.000-05:002008-11-30T11:17:14.390-05:00

We have the smallest patch of "yard" possible. But between the four blades of grass, there is a tree by our front door that I have just been waiting to string full of lights for the holidays. I did not reveal this plan till a week or so ago when I came home from Target with enough lights to make this place look like Vegas. I was told I was on my own in this project.I decided yesterday was the day

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-60275725499130282982008-11-26T17:24:00.001-05:002008-11-26T17:44:22.390-05:00

I left work early on Monday because I had a meeting up in Woodley Park (as my gay boyfriend said: I thought I felt a tremor). My plan was to catch a cab and be there lickity split.Anybody who's known me longer than 12 minutes knows that as soon as I come up with a plan, the gods get excited at the opportunity to screw with me.So, I head for the front gates of the University which is the easiest

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-17808670277249133332008-09-30T18:24:00.001-04:002008-09-30T18:29:28.686-04:00

I never would have thought I'd go down this path. But I am a full-blown cliche. I book a place to have this wedding (with a small w, thank you very much), and suddenly I also have a gym membership complete with a trainer and a nutritional coach. They are making it their personal missions to whip my ass into shape in 6 months flat. Roberto, the hair boy of much imagination, has also decreed that

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-17717100265366698062008-09-19T19:49:00.000-04:002008-09-19T20:08:49.034-04:00

I come home the other weekend to see french guy waving a rifle around in the dining room. As you do. He was busy aiming it at I don't know what, dry firing (oh yeah, there's a technical term for it and I KNOW IT - this is so not how my life was supposed to go...), and basically being obnoxious with his new toy.So, I asked him - sooo, what? You're going to start hunting or something? I'm going to

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-39561894328762580962008-09-02T21:33:00.000-04:002008-09-02T21:47:10.733-04:00

As if all of suburbia being in a collective frenzy this weekend because school was starting today wasn't enough (I mean, really, was it that big a surprise that the little fuck trophies had to go back - didn't they know that was going to happen eventually??), I had to cross paths with a dead raccoon this morning on the way to the park and ride. At 7am, it was already bloated up and swaying in the

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-12900184648954507312008-06-21T16:34:00.000-04:002008-06-21T16:48:58.686-04:00

We had our first home improvement bonding experience - we painted the kitchen together. Now, by together, I mean that I went to a meeting at the local public library while the Dirty Frog prepped the kitchen. I helped paint one wall and then my mother called. I talked to her while the Dirty Frog painted an entire wall by himself. I did some trim work, and then my brother showed up. So, I sat in

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-85163704790893475562008-06-06T21:55:00.001-04:002008-06-06T21:59:03.210-04:00

I had the bright idea a couple of weeks ago to throw a housewarming party. I sent out an email to everyone we knew and didn't really think past that. Fast forward to tonight.I have 20 freaking people showing up at my house tomorrow. The place is a wreck. I can't quite seem to convince the Dirty Frog to clean up the cigarette butts out of the planter on the front step, and I can't find enough

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-54689177456420801252008-05-29T21:31:00.001-04:002008-05-29T21:55:13.463-04:00

Oh man, I am really not good at this blogging thing anymore. I just don't have the time. Or I'm so damn tired I just want to fall in bed. So, here are the highlights -* we re-organized 2 closets. This is the highlight of May. Most exciting part? We got to buy our first power tool. I couldn't come up with a reason for a table saw, but give it time. There will come a project that will require a

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-39900786792541406952008-04-22T20:06:00.000-04:002008-04-22T20:35:36.071-04:00

Wow, a ton has happened in the last week. We have officially moved. We are now officially worn out. I put about 600 miles on my car. I have lost count of how many times I have run up and down the stairs here. Lemme tell ya - a 3 story townhouse looks like a good idea till you spend a solid week running up and down those damn stairs. We finally gave up and started just leaving boxes and stuff in

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-86278710016955893862008-04-04T23:36:00.000-04:002008-04-04T23:38:44.860-04:00

I LOVE this site - www.kiva.org. You can become a microlender to entrepreneurs around the world. I have no money myself right now, but when I'm flush again (please please please, someone buy the dirty frog's condo!!) I'll be lending away. Teach a man to fish and all.

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-26206970992009924672008-03-24T19:36:00.000-04:002008-03-24T19:45:11.452-04:00

So, it turns out I'm not so good with the couple thing. I did a bad thing Saturday night. I can't even blame it on being drunk...I only had half a cup of wine. (Yes, a cup. I was at a cast party for a community theater thing a friend was in. They spared no expense...) Anyway -I was curious about price ranges for dining sets because we're going to have an empty dining area for a bit. I just wanted

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-73410806188802426412008-03-17T20:29:00.000-04:002008-03-17T20:35:44.749-04:00

This was quite the weekend. We looked at a handful of properties on Saturday. And then we made an offer. They counter offered - just the way we wanted them to, played right into our evil plan! We accepted and signed all the paperwork tonight. We close on April 10.I have peed myself about 3 times already. We are going to be the proud owners of a HUGE townhouse. Three finished levels. Two car

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-43717672891434717472008-03-13T21:24:00.000-04:002008-03-13T21:52:47.458-04:00

I need help understanding something. It's just not clear to me. And, somehow I'm the one being sort of blamed for this. I kind of understand that, but I'm not going to lie about this...If I did it, I would say I did it. I am the first one to ridicule myself when it comes to my stupidity and home operation/repair situations. Let's just start at the beginning, shall we?So, about 3 weeks ago, I

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-15774754317606649402008-03-09T20:54:00.000-04:002008-03-09T21:11:22.142-04:00

Oh my lord, we have begun the official house hunt of aught eight. Two days in, and I'm freaking exhausted. This weekend's plan was to drive around the neighborhoods we've been looking at online to see if it's any place we'd like to live. Holy crap, they're not. It's never good when you drive up to a townhouse that just makes you want to cry. I mean, you want to come home to something you like,

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-9180488101748881712008-03-06T22:13:00.000-05:002008-03-06T22:24:53.704-05:00

I'm not sure I can even describe the conversation I had with my mother tonight. There was a follow-up call as well. She is still a relatively young woman, and yet there are nights I swear I'm on the phone with a 90 year old who has never used a phone before.All I did was call her to tell her happy birthday. She wasn't there so I left a message. This turned into my mother doing her Columbo

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-50566539395575526482008-03-02T22:19:00.000-05:002008-03-02T22:48:41.754-05:00

Wow - if you want to see some upset people, tell some of my friends that you're not planning on registering for anything for your wedding. I dare you. Cause it ended with people yelling at me. Yes, yelling. Because I refuse to be a greedy bitch by trying to fleece my family and friends just because I'm getting married.Let's be honest here. I am closing in on 35. The Dirty Frog is closing in on 40

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-35697548095535804652008-02-26T20:08:00.000-05:002008-02-26T20:10:09.801-05:00

Have you ever had one of those days where things appear to be going your way? It starts great when you're getting dressed - things are fitting better, even your underwear! That's when you know you've lost some weight, right? Then, not too much later in your morning, you realize it's not so much that you've lost any weight but that the elastic in your panties has snapped and called it quits. Yeah,

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-32023472622799864822008-02-24T21:46:00.000-05:002008-02-24T21:50:19.729-05:00

This probably isn't the reaction a person should have after being proposed to, but that was one of the first things I was thinking as I stood there in my ratty pajamas with my hair standing on end and realizing that was morning breath I just breathed all over him as I said yes. Holy crap.How did we celebrate after I got myself scrubbed and clean? We went to Chipotle for lunch followed by a Target

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-90172891295986815692008-02-20T20:10:00.000-05:002008-02-20T20:20:12.024-05:00

The Dirty Frog seems to think I can't blend in what with the crazy hair and the out there personality. I decided to take it as a complement. Why were we talking about this? Well, we were on the way to the NRA rifle range for a match that he was participating in. I was just along for the ride - I had never seen a competition much less seen him shoot in one. So, what the hell - let's spend Tuesday

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-29911918020092796402008-02-15T18:53:00.000-05:002008-02-15T19:00:48.110-05:00

There I am on the platform at Rosslyn tonight waiting for my blue line train. There was an overcrowded orange line train there with more people trying to cram themselves in (when is there not on that line??). So, we hear some voice from beyond announcing that all trains are holding. Kind of normal. Anything can stop metro in its tracks. But then...well, then two metro police officers come

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-4254245739296398632008-02-14T21:11:00.000-05:002008-02-14T21:17:44.431-05:00

French guy and I are so not the romantic types. At least not romantic on demand which is what Valentine's Day is all about. I mean, I might have mentioned that Hermes has come out with their spring line and it's the year of India which means there'll be elephants galore and wouldn't an elephant-themed Hermes square just be the most fun since sliced bread...but that doesn't mean I got one today.We

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-82041160730348852812008-01-21T17:57:00.000-05:002008-01-21T18:08:13.093-05:00

I recently changed jobs - for the better overall. But, man alive, I had some perks I didn't even realize in the last job that I am really missing right now. Things I didn't even think to factor in when negotiating the new salary. I can't even say I was robbed cause I did it to myself.First - I had no idea metro could get so freaking expensive. My last employer payed all of it except parking. Now,

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-14513794811521997102008-01-06T10:15:00.000-05:002008-01-06T10:48:06.595-05:00

I actually watched the debates last night. I almost never sit through those things because they make me nuts. But, last night was entertaining. I liked the new format. I liked the free-for-all aspect to it (I believe they called it "talking to each other"). I like that the Republicans came off as a bunch of sniping bitches and the Democrats exuded peace, love, and happiness.Mitt Romney came off

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-17887174337595494772008-01-02T19:03:00.000-05:002008-01-02T19:08:03.514-05:00

What is going on with the satellite radio lately? I pay to hear music and only music. I don't want to hear stupid dj's chattering on about nothing. SHUT UP, satellite radio!! I don't pay what I pay to not hear any music on my short drive to the metro station every morning. And when you do shut up, please please please step away from Buckcherry's Sorry and One Republic's Apologize. Those are 2

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-88077079054324804172008-01-01T19:57:00.000-05:002008-01-01T20:21:44.323-05:00

Happy New Year, ya'll!2008 is going to be a busy year for me - which is good cause it'll keep me off the streets. No resolutions. I don't have time to even break promises to myself right now. Just a few broad goals to guide me through the year.Goal number one is to not get fired from the new job. Just 5 more months left of my 6 month probation period. Of course, it's a 2 year term appointment so

Didihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02253917872998602345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050328418425805448.post-4607946024799102202007-12-30T11:27:00.000-05:002007-12-30T11:30:52.068-05:00

Wherein Didi shops for a ring and goes off on a tangent about simplicity and elegance and the lack thereof in today’s society (as illustrated with a Molly and Boyd of the Square States example)The Dirty Frog and I went ring shopping yesterday. He may not marry me now after he discovered what a frustrating experience this is going to be. See, I want what I want and nothing else. I am the woman who

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