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Patience is a virtue

Saturday, January 26, 2008

I have just come back from the car dealership. I have just put in an offer. They are searching for the exact car. And I now I will be poor.

I hate being poor.

Dream Boat

Friday, January 25, 2008

So 29 is looking good (Thanks Amy, Tanya and Carrie- who wished me a Happy MLK day instead and that makes for such an interesting aside I just had to share). I was afraid that I would turn into some old person. I guess that happens next year. When I turn 29. Like I said, 29 is looking good.

I’ve been out buying a car because really, it’s time. Bruce has been very giving with his time and his car, but sometimes we need to be in different places at the same time. So being the very mature 29 year-old adult that I am, I started looking on the Internet. After all, the Internet knows everything. I figured that this is the time to buy exactly what I want as I have no child (other than Bruce) and no pets (other than the fish).

What I want, now there is the real problem. I went on test drives and have determined that the Mustang is what my 18 year-old self wants to drive. Unfortunately my 18 year-old self is not the one paying for the car. The 29 year-old self is and she wants a back seat that will have enough space for the yearly Christmas shopping extravaganza.

Cars have been eliminated for being too boring, too grown-up, too big, too cheap (yes, there is such a thing), and too ugly. The only cars that remain in the line-up are, well, scary. I’m frightened that the cars that I want are saying something about me and my lifestyle. These cars tell everyone how much I earn and where I live. These are the cars of suburban dwelling republicans. Yes, I said it, SUBURBS! (I bet you thought I was going to be sad because my car is a republican, I’m not, to each their own).

I can’t imagine buying something that doesn’t have every thing I want (power everything, sun roof, leather, and a partridge in a pear tree) and there happens to be one car that comes with everything I want (although it seems that I will be out of luck with that partridge in a pear tree). The base model of this car includes what I want is exactly equal to the other car I like…once I add all the other things in to get the car living in my imagination. Sooooo, here I am sitting here perusing the internet for the car of my dreams and hoping that buying a car does not make me yet any older and extremely poor.

Old Old Old. Yep. Old.

Oh and about to be poor.

Asked and Answered

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

I’ve been lacking in my responses to blog comments. Sorry. Amy, Willis, Carrie I promise I read your comments, but often I read them at work and there is no way I can ever check el blogo from worko.

I will try to remember to respond when I get home, but you see many nights I get home and weep quietly into my pillow. The patients, they have stolen the crazy stick and are hitting each other with it. Today was a classic case of el pollo locco. The patient came in, I helped him and said I would be in touch before 3 PM. I went to a long meeting that ended at 2 and returned to my office, only to find him sitting at a desk making calls to his insurance company. The women who share space with my department kind of looked at me with fear and need in their eyes. I totally get what they were trying to do, but putting a crazed patient at the front desk of our department to argue on the phone with his insurance company all because he said he was refusing to leave until he got an answer to his question is perhaps not the way to go about things. I gave the man the answer that I would have called and given him if he were to wait like a normal person, but no, normal and crazy are not an intersection with this individual.

I finally walked the patient out the front door, thanked him mightily for coming in, called the various departments involved to confirm his appointment to see a therapist (I was not being euphemistic when I said crazy), and then I finally got to eat lunch. As you can imagine, the new job is not exactly conducive to the blogging process inasmuch as all I want to do at the end of the night is weep into my pillow.

Hopefully things will change soon as one co-worker will be returning from maternity leave and we have an open position we are actively recruiting for.

In other news, Bruce and I are dieting. We are on the South Beach Diet. The diet, while slightly stricter about carbs than we have been is not that hard for us as we eat most of the food that we are suppose to eat. The hard part is the no alcohol for two weeks and then only once every few weeks. I like my red wine after work (while I quietly weep). I suppose if there are results I will be glad, and eventually we get to re-introduce certain carbs back into our menus, but I will never be okay with the loss of my sweet sweet red wine.

So this is how it’s going to be

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Bruce and I are back. Being at work this week kind of kicked my ass. Monday was spent staring off into the distance and being confused by my phone ringing.

Tuesday was not much better but at least I was able to follow what people were saying in conversation.

Wednesday would have been fine except for the insanity of all the other people. Both my boss and myself felt like we had been hit by the Crazy Train.

Thursday, today, is probably going to be very very very very slow. I can just feel it. My normal morning commute of 45 minutes took over an hour and when I arrived at work I realized I had nothing to do.

But what you all really want to know is What I did on my Christmas Vacation (by Some Girl).

Bruce and I agonized over where we should go. Bali, Fiji, Tahiti, Bangkok (haha, I said cock), Dubai, Sydney, Hawaii were all rejected mostly by Bruce but I nixed Hawaii and Sydney. After finally waiting so long that we couldn’t find a hotel with a room open long enough we ended up just outside of Belize City, Belize (look it up, I’ll wait………).

So there was sun and stuff. Most importantly, though, there were iguanas. We named ours Stripy. Sometimes there was a second one hanging out near our cabana, we called him Other Stripy. Stripy seemed really civilized, I’m guessing he’s used to the resort guests getting all up into his grill, so we have a billion and 1 pictures of Stripy.

Also there were hammocks. I love me a good hammock; Bruce does not like his feet leaving the earth. After ten days of trying to get Bruce to laying in a hammock with me, he finally acquiesced on our last day. I chose a hammock that I saw someone else using earlier that week. The someone using the hammock was “well-fed” and thus I thought the hammock would very easily hold us both. Alas Babylon, just as Bruce and I were getting comfy one of the ropes holding the hammock up slid down the tree. Slid is such a graceful word with the implication that there was a gentle sliding motion, what we did was more along the lines of falling on our collective asses. Bruce may never believe me again when I say that something is lots of fun and won’t hurt.

There were fun things though, we fished, snorkeled, walked up a Mayan temple that brought us 100 yards straight up to see over the jungle trees, swam, kayaked, and generally hung out. This was Bruce’s first vacation outside of America and his first ever at a resort. Bruce has now been introduced to the wonder that is the all inclusive vacation and by George, I think he likes it. We’ve already started talking about our next big vacation that will take place in about two years.

Bruce and I spend so much time alone, usually we are alone together for the entire weekend that I knew we would be okay on vacation together, but still I worried that there would be a point when I tried to smother Bruce with a pillow or better yet, throw him into the lagoon with the Crocodiles and hope that nature would take its course. I should have known better, if there is one thing Bruce and I do well together it’s solitude.

And because we are going in reverse order, I will now present a list of things I received from Bruce for Christmas: A back massager that attaches to a work chair (or in my case is propped up on the couch while I watch TV), a set of exacto knives, a laptop base for my lap, paper cutter. Eventually I will be getting a new cell phone (I’m leaning toward a blackberry). Bruce, the lucky man that he is, received a lightsabre for the Wii and a piece of art for his new office at work (a decorated and signed lunchbox by Rosanne Cash that was part of a charity auction for the NYC Food Bank). Eventually he will be getting a new watch (I’m just waiting for him to pick one).

And let’s see…before that, Bruce was named partner at his law firm. Yeah, he’s finally a partner. That means some good things and some bad things, but mostly it means nothing is really going to change.

I’m off to go ice my carpal tunnel syndrome away, smell ya later.