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October 27, 2005 Pod PeopleI’m too cheap to keep up the times. I’ve survived most of the way through 2005 just fine with my 13″ tv, vcr, single-disk dvd player, and cellphone (not camera phone, not blackberry, not pda, or newfangled walkman/cellphone combo). Get this people, I commute home, I DRIVE AROUND CALIFORNIA while I listen to the fm radio in the car. And then I did it. I was packing for the honeymoon and I dropped my (mother’s) cordless radio headset on the cement floor of the garage. Suuuure! I can still jog without my headphones. I’ll still ride my bike. I’ll just go to the gym, there’s music there! I’ll have no problem getting motivated to vaccum. I’ll start doing those Pilates tapes again… Ha! 2 dress sizes later… I’m waiting in sneakers and shorts for DH to come home from work so I can swipe his MP3 player and blitz out the door to escape on my jog. After a week of this DH starts commenting on the need for duplicate technology. Introducing, the newest member of our family. Our little bundle of joy: Ipod Shuffle Douglas. He asked a friend to recommend some jogging music to have loaded on the ipod when he presented it to me. The sick part is that I skiped past the dance/trance ultra trendy shakeyabooty music to listen to Wake Me Up Before You Go Go. If you ever catch me trying to pretend that I think I’m cool: whack me over the head with a frying pan! Of course this brings a whole new list of things to fight about durring marriage counseling: “He tried to recategorize my MP3’s! He thinks there’s something wrong with filing MP3’s by the year that I downloaded them! It’s my turn to load the Ipod!” I Pod, Do you Pod? consider it bloggedIt takes a while to get warmed up to writing. With all the wedding drama, I was really on a roll. Weddings = Blogfodder. My girlfriends were enjoying the updates. So far, the easiest way to blog has been to sit down and take a moment to blurt out every thought in my head. Not always interesting, but it helps me sort out my thoughts. Can’t do that at work, or in front of my family - but why not on the internet? Why not? Well, because eventually you find out that your newhusband’sbestfriend’swife reads your blog and your newhusband’spenpal’smother reads your blog and I might as well come out and say “Hello!” to my dear MIL right here! If there is even the slightest chance that you-know-who-you-are ever got access to the internet, my whole world could get turned upside down. The truth is, I haven’t been able to blog about random goofy stuff lately cuz I’ve got other stuff on my mind that just can’t be blogged. I can’t bring myself to sing the praises of my new Ipod Shuffle (Thank you, DH) while I’m dealing with the irl drama. It might be an interesting story to tell the Internet why the ground just fell out from beneath my feet. I guess I’ll just have to save it for my grandkids. Time to consider it blogged, move on, and get back to my blog about Ipods. October 19, 2005 After Work“Hey, what time you comin’ home?” (translation: “Ha ha! I’ve got an hour to work on my blog!”) Our marriage is doomed! October 18, 2005 Swing Batta BattaAnd another day in left field. You know that “circle of trust” diagram that Robert De Niro’s character drew to denote that Ben Stiller’s character was clearly outside of the family loop: “Hi Honey. I’m in the hospital for 24 hours. I’m [the Internet does not want to know] so they’re running some tests. Its likely that its just minor, but its just easier if I stay here overnight. Ok, talk to you later.” Click. I don’t even know what hospital she’s in. Maybe someone will think to update me this weekend. Tick, tock, tick *tick* tock. Tuque HaikuHusband plans snow trip: “What do you call this?†Cold weather stalks me - No matches found for: No matches found for: Out of ideas - There are only just October 17, 2005 Raaaain!Lesson 1: When you read the weather report, and it calls for “a few showers throughout the day,” the sky will be clear while you walk to lunch. Lesson 2: When you read the weather report, and it calls for “a few showers throughout the day,” those showers will flood the city on the second half of your lunch break, right when its time to walk back to work. Lesson 3: When you read the weather report, and it calls for “a few showers throughout the day,” the urge to wear the cute, new, suede clogs with furry lining that you *just* bought should be fought with all of your girly-might. Lesson 4: When you read the weather report, and it calls for “a few showers throughout the day,” opt for the ugly black raincoat instead of the cute, fitted, powder blue fleece hoodie. October 14, 2005 GeekspeakMarriage lesson number one. If you want to connect with the geek, you have to learn the jargon. Clacky: adj. Prone to making excessive clicking sounds. “He said he had an ergonomic keyboard for me, but it was all clacky and cheap.” October 7, 2005 merging lives, merging lifestyles.We’re merging lives, we’re merging lifestyles. Still working out what brand of toothpaste to buy and which night is laundry night. A foriegn object was introduced into our home. Its an inconsistant and sneaky little contraption called a “snooze button.” At first, it was a cute little novelty. The alarm goes off at 5:30, and we rolled out of bed 37 minutes later. Then late nights at work happend. Aweful commutes. Season-premiers on T.V. Stress from friends. Late night discussions. I think the “Our Alarm Clock” experiment was a failure. I’m installing “His” and “Hers” as soon as I get home tonight. See, snooze buttons really are a bad idea!! October 5, 2005 Its the hap-happiest season of all!Ian will tell you how he misses having an actual “fall” with leaves changing into beautiful colors. He’ll tell you how much he doesn’t miss shoveling a driveway or scraping ice from a windshield. There’s a Canadian joke that the two seasons are “winter” and “construction” because of all the cold, wet weather. In 2003 it was really odd for him to decorate my mother’s Christmas tree with the sun shining on green grass outside the window. Ian jokes about what we Californians call “winter” out here in the desert. He mocks me for shivering when its 72 degrees. On a nostalgic day he’ll tell me he misses having real seasons. But we do have real seasons!! The Santa Ana Winds are here! Warm toasty dry highdesert winds barrel through the mountain passes to make the whole world wonderful! Every year the Santa Anas blow the smog and the ugly out of Los Angeles. You know all those L.A. postcards with blue skys? They’re not fake! Its just that every photographer in the state takes pictures of L.A. the day after the Santa Anas arrive! The happy winds make a special trip through the valley I grew up in and blow away all the leaves that have to be raked during the rest of the year. For a few months every year the valley that Motab calls the Armpit of California gets a much needed pressure washing and is blessed with clean, fabulous, toasty, summer beach weather. I walk around like a freak with my nose to the sky inhaling every second of this glorious weather. I even asked my supervisor if I could move my desk outside for the rest of the month. Thats a no. Maybe my dear husband will let me sleep on the stairwell outside the apartment 0:-). October 3, 2005 AndormussenIt only took a month, but I’m officially out of my old rental. On the way to turn in my keys, I had to stop at IKEA to return a dozen teapots that we didn’t end up using. Who goes to IKEA at 8:30 on a Monday night? Who? Who? Who? I could not belive that the parking lot was full when I got there. Wanna know who goes to IKEA at 8:30 pm on a weeknight? 3 middle-aged Asian couples returning half-assembled livingroom furniture. If you pay cash, they refund in cash. Sweet!
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