A Treasure Found at Home

rosie

Originally uploaded by Hjem.

rosie’s long ordeal is over. she passed on today at 6pm eastern time.

got my new phone. it’s not the one i thought i was getting but it’s snazzy and everyone who knows the phones thinks it’s the better choice. i’m having my number ported now, it should be ringing on my new phone in <24 hrs. ooo!

the guys in the next cube are whispering. one sounds like he suddenly lost his voice.

dude! if you need to tell secrets, use your instant messenger! that’s what we have it for.

toes overexposed 6-26-2006 5-31-35 PM

Originally uploaded by Hjem.

sp guy lent me his camera while mine is missing. (it’s been found, by the way, along with the shirt i lost the same night.)

i was really glad to have it when i went over to flo’s last night just in time to help feed her snake, plutoes — ‘toes for short. the first pinkey took a little longer to eat since she was trying to (i guess) keep it away from the camera which might want to steal it from her.

so. cute.

i got a few good shots. click on the photo to get to my flickr photostream and see more.

the best part was when flo was defrosting the pinkeys and getting out what she needed to cook dinner, too. she pulled the garlic press out and set it next to the warming pinkey bowl.

now, i don’t know *too* much about feeding snakes, i have to admit, but i’d never heard of ricing pinkeys! just to be sure, i asked why the garlic press was next to the snake dinner and not next to the human dinner.

thankfully, i was wrong about her intention to rice the pinkeys! but the idea had us both giggling and grossed out. she was grossed out all over again when she was pressing the garlic for dinner later, thinking about it being pinkeys.

ew.

but, ‘toes really enjoyed her intact mice dinner.

i don’t have any photos because 1)my camera batteries were dying 2)we were still in our undies in the shots i took and 3)i lost my camera.

j-up got to spend the day on a scavenger hunt around sf seeing sites the locals never go see, like the top of coit tower. she said she fell in love with the city again and kept saying to herself, ‘we live here!’ i know that feeling.

the last clue led her to the hotel room where i and a bunch of her other chick friends were hanging out having a poloriod lingere photo shoot! so. much. fun. and really … empowering? is that the right word? we all felt really great about ourselves by the end of it, even though we (each of us individually) felt really nervous about the whole thing before hand. ‘am i cute enough?’, ‘are my hips bigger?’, ‘do i even know how to look sexy next to a bunch of dancers?’ ok, probably the six dancers didn’t have that last worry, but i did and i’d bet the one other non dancer did, too.

(i’m a little d dancer and they’re big d dancers. i mean, j-up teaches even.)

anyhow, frolic frolic, then it was off to dinner and out for a private lap dance for the bride to be. i wore a much more risque top than i’m usually comfortable in, but kept being reassured by the other women with me. the most common excuse was, ‘it’s pride!’… except we were downtown. oh, well, it was fun to be out and sexy like that.

then around the corner for more of the kind of dancing i’m used to. we all hobbled out to the cabs in our super cute shoes which now were killing our feet, back to the hotel for a quick change to more comfy shoes and outfits, and down the street to a bar where almost no one was dancing (except us once we got there). i got hit on by a guy who left me alone once he told me he was 26 and found out i am 32. well, he’ll be 26 tomorrow. i wished him a happy early birthday and went back to my dancing.

after dancing we went to an all night greasy spoon which was way too expensive, but we were way to tired to go anywhere else and figured we’d all feel completely like crap if we didn’t eat before going to sleep.

i took a cab home and was in bed just after 3 am. it was a fantastic night!!

so my offer was second lowest of six offers. we declined the opportunity to pay even more and get into a bidding war.

next…

realtor e just called. he’s driving the offer over now. the listing agent said there were 8 disclosure packets that went out. and the rule of thumb is that about half of that will make offers. low competition.

i found out a woman i like but see infrequently lives pretty much literally across the street.

also, it’s in the best earthquake zone with the lowest shaking.

wow, this is good for my pracitce, and i can tell my practice has been good for not getting too attached.

we are (i am) making an offer on a condo in sf. writing today, putting it in tomorrow.

hopefully, it will be the sort they can’t refuse, although void of horse heads.

gulp!

am always feeling guilty about the things i’m not getting done.

i just spent half an hour catching up on blogs and flickr photostreams and i should be cleaning the house… culling so i can live in a smaller space and generally picking up. i should be working for work. i should be reading my classwork! i should be sewing, making the bed, paying bills…bah.

guess it’s that irish/italian, girl, must be able to take care of everything and do it stupendiously guilt coming up.

here’s a handy dance video from japan which seems like it’s trying to teach english. the side effect is that you have a few key dance moves that equate to things you might want to say if you were arguing. great for some of the parties i go to! filched the link from boingboing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5qoMfBJUeI

a list, but first this transcription of a bit of my lunchtime conversation.

me: if i eat any more i’ll asplode.

him: i did that once.

>= 5 things

• new toys
• contacts
• the beach boys
• sushi
• kittens, specifically mine
• puppies, specifically his
• urgent care centers
• strawberries and cake and cafe au lait
• girls of 00
• email lists
• eye drops
• tick remover tools

i found a link to that ringtone everyone’s been talking about, the one that kids can hear but adults can’t. apparently kids are using this as their ringtone in schools so they know when they get calls but the teachers don’t.

http://scienceblogs.com/cognitivedaily/upload/2006/06/ring.mp3

i was sure with all the loud electronic music i’ve been listening to over the past ten plus years that i would in no way be able to hear this. but… rock on, little eardrums! i can hear it just fine.

let’s just hope they’re all considerate enough to turn it off during movies, still.

my physician’s assistant’s office is nothing if not inconvenient. guess i’m going to blow the money on going to an urgent care facility somewhere.

grrr.

thanks to sassyass i just found out out can track any flight on google earth using fboweb. here’s sp guy’s flight right over dallas. i have the world’s suckiest graphics setup on this machine, so i had to take a screenshot and save it in paint (! ack !) so please forgive the suck quality of the graphic. see sassyass’s for a better shot. or, go try it yourself!

i should tell my dad about this.

more of this coming this weekend!

(don’t worry, it wasn’t going when i was doing this!)

all right, now i really need to fix the date plugin. oops! like i have time for that. maybe i’ll get sp guy to remind me to focus.

are we having a minor earthquake or are lots of people walking by?

i was planning on going to see the cat empire tonight at the independent, but i’m going to skip it. i didn’t find anyone to go with me and (more importantly) i’m exhausted. instead i will pack for the mt ranch, maybe do the grocery shopping for that, pick up my room, and go to sleep early!

i hung out with creampuff and her beau and brother last night. i’d left a trunk full of stuff in the black pearl when i returned it to her and finally got off my tushie and called her about getting it back. there was more in there than i realized, to tell you the truth. her beau and i picked berries in the backyard, her friend m who was over visiting told her he thinks i’m cute (grin), and we generally sat around and blathered on about a variety of subjects, including being grilled by her beau and brother about sp guy, marriage, and children. creampuff chastised them for hounding me.

her brother assured me i didn’t have to get married before i had kids, and that if sp guy didn’t work out i should make my choice based strictly on genetic material. you know, i used to think of that; who would fill the turkey baster? i don’t really have an answer now. the person i used to have mentally on deck for that isn’t someone who’s part of my life anymore.

i really need to re-prioritize my life a bit. i need more free time. as it is now, my next unplanned day is sometime at the end of july. i like the busy schedule, but i also like knowing i’ll have time to watch a movie or hang out “doing nothing” with sp guy.

the thing is, every thing i do (with the exception of the commute) feels like i’m escaping the schedule so it’s really hard to figure out where to make the free time. ‘whew, brunch. brunch is so rejuvinating and relaxing!’ ‘oh, yay, dancing, i always feel good when i dance.’ ‘rock on, the playa, no clocks!’

what ‘relaxing’ thing do i give up so i’m more relaxed?

an now, my email won’t work about half the time due to my host getting added to some blacklist as a result of people forwarding their catchall addresses to the likes of gmail and hotmail and yahoo… the spam all looks like it’s coming from dreamhost, even though they’re just a stop on the way.

suck.

thankfully, it’s time for lunch. i’m going to eat outside and try to reset the path of the last 48hrs or so.

fed ex has no idea where my package is. meanwhile, i’ve had to pay for another month of my verizon service. my guess is verizon won’t prorate the month and give me a refund.

i’m supposed to “give [them] a few days”. it was sent out on the 31st of last month, today is the 7th. isn’t the point that they’re supposed to make it easy?