I think my emails to my building management should explain this week in a nutshell:
Monday
I just returned home and sorry to report, this is not a small hole that your renovation crew put in the wall and it's located prominently in the bathroom. It would appear that whomever came in to patch the job, also used the sink and it is now leaking. I would appreciate it if someone could look at it. I'm including the paint color information below, but can you please confirm in writing that you all will be purchasing the paint and properly repairing the damages. Beyond patching and repainting, it appears it will be difficult to match the paint without repainting the wall. The paint color is:
Benjamin Moore - Roasted Sesame Seed
2160-40
If you need me to provide the paint can for you to purchase or color match, I will not be able to do so until Monday.
Again - this is the fourth time I'm reporting damages to my unit caused by the renovations. I've asked after every incidient including the first time if my unit would be in jeopardy again, as I was in the process of redecorating/painting. Everytime, I was told nothing else would be done to any units around me that would cause any damages. I have damage to my walls that were freshly painted and had to deal with molding, flooding and now a hole. It's extremely frustrating, as I'm sure you understand.
If there is someone else within Keener Squire that I need to address these continued problems with, I am happy to do so.
Tuesday
Whatever work was done in #126 yesterday, clearly affected the water in my bathroom. I was unable to take a hot shower today as the hot water is only trickling out. The sink, as I mentioned in my previous note, is leaking and the toilet was running all night and now the handle needs to be jiggled everytime it is flushed.
I want these problems fixed today. I have been extremely patient throughout this process... but this is also at least the fourth time my water has either been minimalized or shut down entirely without any warning whatsoever. This is ridiculous. Am I supposed to leave work every day at noon, check my entire unit and report in that it is actually habitable?
Please respond quickly that these problems will be addressed ASAP. I will be in meetings all morning, but if I do not hear from you, I will be in touch via phone.
Tuesday PM
The hot water was NOT fixed in the shower, thus still leaving me with a cold shower. Clearly, still unacceptable.
I'm not sure what's going on and why these issues can't be resolved, but if it requires me to be here to ensure that someone actually does work in my unit and/or hiring someone who can actually get the work done, then I'm going to have to be reimbursed for my time outside my office and for these expenses.
I've been stuck in meetings all day, can you please let me know why this wasn't fixed and when the wall will be?
Wednesday
It seems my heater broke tonight... As previously reported, I've been having problems since the new heat pump has been installed -- btwn black stuff shooting out of the vents and now, it made a loud noise and stopped working all together. Could someone please take a look at this?
Thanks for having someone fix the hot water. Please let me know if the updates regarding the cork around the toilet as well as when I can expect someone to paint the wall.
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Yea... that's my week, and I'm off to a day mtg in NJ.
Smooch thru my frozen lips,
G
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sorry for the delay...
Sorry - I got the emails, I know its been a week! Ok, so what have I been up to? Well, let's start with Thanksgiving. I hope you all had a great turkey day. Mine was surprising low key, which I attribute to the Manhattans I was downing for "medicinal purposes".
While in my cherished garden state, I also had my first black friday experience. There is only one person on this planet that could convince me to actually leave my house at 6 am to go to WalMart. And that person is my dad.
Making the mistake of trying to silence my hacking cough by getting water, my dad just happened to be up to greet me. I was caught like a deer in headlights. I tried to explain that I didn't want to go outside in the freezing cold, because I couldn't breathe. He continued to sigh loudly, reiterate that he's never "experienced" black friday and say numerous times "are you SURE you don't want to go?". I finally obliged my father and agreed to go shopping under the condition that he was buying me a Starbucks eggnog latte (yes, I am both THAT easy and THAT predictable).
We started at WalMart where he decided he needed not one, but two digital cameras. Then, I found out the real reason why we went out was because he absolutely needed a GPS system. Mind you, the man has every tech geek gadget under the sun, including a handheld GPS for his boat... but you know, this one goes in the car, so surely must have something that his other one doesn't.
But, I digress, so, after WalMart, Starbucks and shoe shopping (hey, we had time and he still owed me for being sick as a dog and outside in the cold), there we are standing amongst the first 20 customers at Costco. As the doors began to open, my dad was like, well, a kid on Christmas, racing thru the store to grab his very own GPS... mind you, there was absolutely no one else rushing to the GPS section, everyone was there for the flat screens, but he clearly felt victorious. Then, of course, we had to go all the way back to the entrance, because he needed his free coffee and muffin.
With food in his belly and GPS in hand, we were able to finally return home, where I got some well deserved sleep until late afternoon.
So, there you have it, kids... my first and hopefully only black friday experience.
Next post will be the dating stories (promise!)... and I'll even have more updates this weekend. :-)
Smooch!
-G
While in my cherished garden state, I also had my first black friday experience. There is only one person on this planet that could convince me to actually leave my house at 6 am to go to WalMart. And that person is my dad.
Making the mistake of trying to silence my hacking cough by getting water, my dad just happened to be up to greet me. I was caught like a deer in headlights. I tried to explain that I didn't want to go outside in the freezing cold, because I couldn't breathe. He continued to sigh loudly, reiterate that he's never "experienced" black friday and say numerous times "are you SURE you don't want to go?". I finally obliged my father and agreed to go shopping under the condition that he was buying me a Starbucks eggnog latte (yes, I am both THAT easy and THAT predictable).
We started at WalMart where he decided he needed not one, but two digital cameras. Then, I found out the real reason why we went out was because he absolutely needed a GPS system. Mind you, the man has every tech geek gadget under the sun, including a handheld GPS for his boat... but you know, this one goes in the car, so surely must have something that his other one doesn't.
But, I digress, so, after WalMart, Starbucks and shoe shopping (hey, we had time and he still owed me for being sick as a dog and outside in the cold), there we are standing amongst the first 20 customers at Costco. As the doors began to open, my dad was like, well, a kid on Christmas, racing thru the store to grab his very own GPS... mind you, there was absolutely no one else rushing to the GPS section, everyone was there for the flat screens, but he clearly felt victorious. Then, of course, we had to go all the way back to the entrance, because he needed his free coffee and muffin.
With food in his belly and GPS in hand, we were able to finally return home, where I got some well deserved sleep until late afternoon.
So, there you have it, kids... my first and hopefully only black friday experience.
Next post will be the dating stories (promise!)... and I'll even have more updates this weekend. :-)
Smooch!
-G
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Stealth Bloggin'
Ok - shhhhh, I'm at ground zero here... aka my parents' house, home of the infamous Griswold family Thanksgiving.
So far, it took me 5 1/2 hours to get here... that's right, I left at 3:30 pm yesterday and the normal 2 - 2 1/2 hour trip was almost tripled, as I walked in at 8:30 pm.
Oh, and I'm sick... like grossly sick and waiting to hear that I have to wear a mask around my niece.
OH, and I have a client crisis that I need to deal with on my day off...
You know what makes all that some what tolerable?
The sound of my father changing a toilet paper holder which was is classily designed to look like a fishing reel, using a power drill and cursing every 20 seconds.
Send alcohol, people... it's going to be a loooooooong weekend.
Smooch (cough and achoo),
G
So far, it took me 5 1/2 hours to get here... that's right, I left at 3:30 pm yesterday and the normal 2 - 2 1/2 hour trip was almost tripled, as I walked in at 8:30 pm.
Oh, and I'm sick... like grossly sick and waiting to hear that I have to wear a mask around my niece.
OH, and I have a client crisis that I need to deal with on my day off...
You know what makes all that some what tolerable?
The sound of my father changing a toilet paper holder which was is classily designed to look like a fishing reel, using a power drill and cursing every 20 seconds.
Send alcohol, people... it's going to be a loooooooong weekend.
Smooch (cough and achoo),
G
Monday, November 19, 2007
Fuzzy Pic, Big Meaning...
Hi all -
I swear my life isn't all work... I mean, for example, I completely omitted that when the Doyles were here, they also went on a date with me. And, I didn't talk about the date I went on a few hours after they left. Both of those stories are to come... but, since I got home from work at 8 and lost my laundry card (lovely when I have to leave for Jersey tomorrow), I have to work fast.
So, what's with the fuzzy Times Square pic? Well, while I worked for the mental health non-profit, I was put in charge of designing and promoting a calendar, which most of you so kindly bought. And, if you want to feel cool, and you look really closely, you'll see the cover of that same calendar in the picture.
About two years ago, I found out the calendar won a National Health Information Award for Patient Education from the Health Information Resource Center and I was really happy, for all the hard work, but also because the organization got some well-deserved attention.
But, I have to say, you can't get more attention then being on a billboard in Times Square!
Well - I always pictured my name in lights... and I guess I came close having my work in lights instead!
For those of you who want to support the org and see what I created, please buy a calendar here.
Ah well, off to Jersey tomorrow.
Gobble gobble, my peeps!
Smooch -
G
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Learning to accept a compliment...
I've never really been Ms. Harriet Horntooter, but, I know a few of you would probably be angry if I didn't let you know the news. Today, I won a pretty big award at work... it's our company's employee award, which is given to a total of 8 people every year. Anyway, since, I'm not good at self-promotion (major drawback for a pr gal, btw) and they do a much better job, I'm including the email that was sent out below from the partners that own the agency. The award comes with a bit of cash, which I offered to give to our holiday party budget, but was denied. So, anyway, here's the info and what my colleagues had to say about me.
Dear All:
Choosing just four T.R.E.E. winners is challenging as we know how hard each of you work for your clients. As we read all the nominations submitted for the CCC T.R.E.E. award it was a gratifying reminder of all the meaningful work that took place these past six months. In addition to the tremendous value the CCC T.R.E.E. winners bring to their clients, each of them have played a key role in developing new business, developing staff and championing the CCC culture.
This T.R.E.E. winner is described by her colleagues as:
“She has risen to so many challenges with her accounts, it is hard to pick which to write about. And, best of all, through it all, there is great humor and perspective that continues to motivate her team members to want to be involved.”
“I have been here for the past 4 months and (she) has quickly become my role model – she balances two large and demanding clients with the skills of a well-trained professional juggler. She knows every detail of every project and is always on top of things – coordinating with the client and with the CCA team and ensuring deadlines are met and the quality of work is up to CCA standards and beyond.”
“She tackles every project she is given – whether it is developing a proposal, attending a medical meeting or planning the DC office opening party – with a zeal that is unique.”
At least 20 other congratulations emails followed this one... it's a bit overwhelming for me, but I'm really grateful (and let's face it, scared that someone thinks I'm a role model).
But in all honesty, as I said to almost everyone that sent separate congrats, this award truly wasn't about me... it shows the dedication of my colleagues that voted and really goes to them and to all of you who patiently let me vent about my job all the time.
So, cheers to you all! :-)
Smooch -
G
Dear All:
Choosing just four T.R.E.E. winners is challenging as we know how hard each of you work for your clients. As we read all the nominations submitted for the CCC T.R.E.E. award it was a gratifying reminder of all the meaningful work that took place these past six months. In addition to the tremendous value the CCC T.R.E.E. winners bring to their clients, each of them have played a key role in developing new business, developing staff and championing the CCC culture.
This T.R.E.E. winner is described by her colleagues as:
“She has risen to so many challenges with her accounts, it is hard to pick which to write about. And, best of all, through it all, there is great humor and perspective that continues to motivate her team members to want to be involved.”
“I have been here for the past 4 months and (she) has quickly become my role model – she balances two large and demanding clients with the skills of a well-trained professional juggler. She knows every detail of every project and is always on top of things – coordinating with the client and with the CCA team and ensuring deadlines are met and the quality of work is up to CCA standards and beyond.”
“She tackles every project she is given – whether it is developing a proposal, attending a medical meeting or planning the DC office opening party – with a zeal that is unique.”
At least 20 other congratulations emails followed this one... it's a bit overwhelming for me, but I'm really grateful (and let's face it, scared that someone thinks I'm a role model).
But in all honesty, as I said to almost everyone that sent separate congrats, this award truly wasn't about me... it shows the dedication of my colleagues that voted and really goes to them and to all of you who patiently let me vent about my job all the time.
So, cheers to you all! :-)
Smooch -
G
Monday, November 12, 2007
Death to Hoppy (and quite possibly me)...
Well, The Doyles and I had a pretty rockin' time here in our nation's capital. We had some drinks, saw some sights and played some pool.
Both Scoot and Dee conducted several searches for Hoppy and of course, he was a no show.
That was until 7:30 AM on Sunday morning, while The Doyles lay fast asleep, I walk out of the bathroom... and guess who's back and blocking my bedroom entrance.
Riddled with fear, but more scared to wake up the two people who never get rest, I sit in bathroom, hoping Hoppy will leave. But he doesn't, in fact, he walks towards the bathroom.
Now, I'm terrified... I run back into the bathroom to see what I can find to divert Hoppy away. Not much, as my bug killer, aka Rave Megahold is in my bedroom. I think "what would MacGuyver do?" and pull the lid from my hamper and a can of Febreeze... and assume that if Hoppy comes in then it will have to do.
After about 15 minutes of me saying "shoo... shoo... to the living room"... Hoppy finally trots off and I'm able to escape back to my bedroom and passed out from exhaustion and fear.
Of course, The Doyles had a great laugh as they woke up and figured out that I just used a wicker hamper and orange vanilla Febreeze as weaponry.
But, they humored me and did one final search... and lo and behold, Scoot finds Hoppy and annilated him. Much credit to Dee for lending a worthy assist. For the record, I was on top of the couch, crouched in fear.
I finally felt relaxed, they left and 5 hours later, getting ready for a date, I run back into my room to grab my keys.
Holy crap, there is more than one Hoppy.
So kids... this was the straw that broke my back. On the way to my date, I stopped at CVS to buy RAID Max. I'm sure that was a first, showing up for a date with bug killer.
I sure wish someone would've told me how strong this stuff was... To ensure death, I sprayed and sprayed, until I realized I couldn't breathe.
But, I'm happy to report that I found what appeared to be a dead Hoppy and was able to vacumm him up.
Of course, now I really do need a holster, because I insist on keeping both my bug killer and my Rave Megahold next to me at all times.
A big thanks to my heroes, The Doyles!
Smooch -
G
Both Scoot and Dee conducted several searches for Hoppy and of course, he was a no show.
That was until 7:30 AM on Sunday morning, while The Doyles lay fast asleep, I walk out of the bathroom... and guess who's back and blocking my bedroom entrance.
Riddled with fear, but more scared to wake up the two people who never get rest, I sit in bathroom, hoping Hoppy will leave. But he doesn't, in fact, he walks towards the bathroom.
Now, I'm terrified... I run back into the bathroom to see what I can find to divert Hoppy away. Not much, as my bug killer, aka Rave Megahold is in my bedroom. I think "what would MacGuyver do?" and pull the lid from my hamper and a can of Febreeze... and assume that if Hoppy comes in then it will have to do.
After about 15 minutes of me saying "shoo... shoo... to the living room"... Hoppy finally trots off and I'm able to escape back to my bedroom and passed out from exhaustion and fear.
Of course, The Doyles had a great laugh as they woke up and figured out that I just used a wicker hamper and orange vanilla Febreeze as weaponry.
But, they humored me and did one final search... and lo and behold, Scoot finds Hoppy and annilated him. Much credit to Dee for lending a worthy assist. For the record, I was on top of the couch, crouched in fear.
I finally felt relaxed, they left and 5 hours later, getting ready for a date, I run back into my room to grab my keys.
Holy crap, there is more than one Hoppy.
So kids... this was the straw that broke my back. On the way to my date, I stopped at CVS to buy RAID Max. I'm sure that was a first, showing up for a date with bug killer.
I sure wish someone would've told me how strong this stuff was... To ensure death, I sprayed and sprayed, until I realized I couldn't breathe.
But, I'm happy to report that I found what appeared to be a dead Hoppy and was able to vacumm him up.
Of course, now I really do need a holster, because I insist on keeping both my bug killer and my Rave Megahold next to me at all times.
A big thanks to my heroes, The Doyles!
Smooch -
G
Friday, November 09, 2007
There's many ways to skin, uh, a bug.
I do love all the comments and helpful pest extermination tips! I appreciate all your insights, but a few unfortunate boundaries:
1. The Domestic Housecat - Excellent suggestion, because that would also mean I'd have a pet! Downside: I'm allergic to cats, with the exception of one - Mr. Gilroy Tooterhausen who resides at the Jersey Shore.
2. Extended Hose Attachement on Vacumm - Again, I dig it. But, these bugs jump toward you... Now, I could perhaps get a much larger extension. This has possiblity. Once, I did try to kill a creepy crawlie (not Hoppy) using my telescopic ceiling feather duster with a paper towel attached to it, but it didn't go so well.
3. Bug spray - If I could ever leave the office at a decent hour and not feel like I could pass out with exhaustion, this is next on my list. By the way, this would've been helpful to know about WELL before now.
4. Boiling water - (see April 2007) - VERY effective, although hitting long range for Hoppy, not going to work... especially with new carpeting. It's bad enough I managed to drop a full cup of coffee on the white carpeting in my bedroom that the Empire salesman begged me not to purchase.
and finally, my favorite suggestion:
5. Gun. This idea was all Scoot's and since he is almost here, I really hope he's packing heat.
Have a great weekend, my peeps!
Smooch,
G
1. The Domestic Housecat - Excellent suggestion, because that would also mean I'd have a pet! Downside: I'm allergic to cats, with the exception of one - Mr. Gilroy Tooterhausen who resides at the Jersey Shore.
2. Extended Hose Attachement on Vacumm - Again, I dig it. But, these bugs jump toward you... Now, I could perhaps get a much larger extension. This has possiblity. Once, I did try to kill a creepy crawlie (not Hoppy) using my telescopic ceiling feather duster with a paper towel attached to it, but it didn't go so well.
3. Bug spray - If I could ever leave the office at a decent hour and not feel like I could pass out with exhaustion, this is next on my list. By the way, this would've been helpful to know about WELL before now.
4. Boiling water - (see April 2007) - VERY effective, although hitting long range for Hoppy, not going to work... especially with new carpeting. It's bad enough I managed to drop a full cup of coffee on the white carpeting in my bedroom that the Empire salesman begged me not to purchase.
and finally, my favorite suggestion:
5. Gun. This idea was all Scoot's and since he is almost here, I really hope he's packing heat.
Have a great weekend, my peeps!
Smooch,
G
Thursday, November 08, 2007
"We readers depend on regular updates"
Geez. Pressure! Alright -- what can I tell you? All work and no play makes G a dull gal. Ok, ok.. maybe not ALL work. I did take my coworkers out this week for an emergency happy hour, but still, that's work related.
My credit card bill is here! Yahoooo... Anyone have $3,000 to spare?
I do have one story up my sleeve. I called my folks today... my mother picks up the phone and she's laughing hysterically.
Me: What's up, Mom?
Mom: We had a little accident today.
Me: What happened?
Mom: The kitchen faucet broke.
Me: What do you mean, broke?
Mom: Well, I was using it and the whole faucet came off.
Me: Um... that sounds quite wet.
Mom: Well, after your father turned off the water supply and Lucky lapped up the water, it got a bit better.
(Dad in background still cursing -- JC! Mother f'in son of a!!!)
Mom: (giggle fit of laughter) Yea - its a bit better. See you think you have problems with Hoppy... We have issues here, too.
Touche, Mother... but at least your problem is just water... Mine involves a mythical size creature that is forcing me to walk around the house in desperate need of a holster for my Rave Megahold.
Anxiously awaiting the Doyles visit and the stories that follow!
Smooches all!
-G
My credit card bill is here! Yahoooo... Anyone have $3,000 to spare?
I do have one story up my sleeve. I called my folks today... my mother picks up the phone and she's laughing hysterically.
Me: What's up, Mom?
Mom: We had a little accident today.
Me: What happened?
Mom: The kitchen faucet broke.
Me: What do you mean, broke?
Mom: Well, I was using it and the whole faucet came off.
Me: Um... that sounds quite wet.
Mom: Well, after your father turned off the water supply and Lucky lapped up the water, it got a bit better.
(Dad in background still cursing -- JC! Mother f'in son of a!!!)
Mom: (giggle fit of laughter) Yea - its a bit better. See you think you have problems with Hoppy... We have issues here, too.
Touche, Mother... but at least your problem is just water... Mine involves a mythical size creature that is forcing me to walk around the house in desperate need of a holster for my Rave Megahold.
Anxiously awaiting the Doyles visit and the stories that follow!
Smooches all!
-G
Monday, November 05, 2007
3 AM -- Hoppy Returns.
That's right... I wake up, and who's back. Hoppy. I went to sleep on the couch... Hoppy left. I go to blow dry my hair, Hoppy takes my comfy walking shoes hostage, forcing me to walk to work in high-heeled suede boots (ow).
Having enough be enough, I called in reinforcements, to come in and search the house until Hoppy is found. A full search including overturning my bed is conducted.
No Hoppy, well, a part of Hoppy - he has shed part of his body, which means he's gotten bigger.
HELP PEOPLE! HELP!
Thank goodness the Doyles are coming this weekend... Schmotty the Hoppy Slayer will have to be born.
Smooch (send bug spray)-
G
Having enough be enough, I called in reinforcements, to come in and search the house until Hoppy is found. A full search including overturning my bed is conducted.
No Hoppy, well, a part of Hoppy - he has shed part of his body, which means he's gotten bigger.
HELP PEOPLE! HELP!
Thank goodness the Doyles are coming this weekend... Schmotty the Hoppy Slayer will have to be born.
Smooch (send bug spray)-
G
Sunday, November 04, 2007
I told ya, trouble...
My relaxing day ended shortly after my last post. I went to drop Victor the VW off to get fixed (he's wobbling worse than a drunken pirate), and as I tried to start him up - he wouldn't move. Poor Victor was dead. I had to call Roadside Assistance to get him towed... he looked so sad.
But, he's cleaned out and after he's fixed, we will take our final road trip to NJ for Thanksgiving, where he will be inspected and taken away to find another good home.
I'll miss Victor, even though he costed me a fortune, he was a good lil' car. And for those of you wondering what comes after Victor, the answer is nothing.
That's right, to make up for all you gas guzzlers, I'm going carless. At least for now. No sense to pay a fortune for a car to look pretty in the parking lot.
I'm off to my busy day of doing nothing!
Smooch -
G
But, he's cleaned out and after he's fixed, we will take our final road trip to NJ for Thanksgiving, where he will be inspected and taken away to find another good home.
I'll miss Victor, even though he costed me a fortune, he was a good lil' car. And for those of you wondering what comes after Victor, the answer is nothing.
That's right, to make up for all you gas guzzlers, I'm going carless. At least for now. No sense to pay a fortune for a car to look pretty in the parking lot.
I'm off to my busy day of doing nothing!
Smooch -
G
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Minding my Ps & Qs
Ahhhh, peace.
Well kids, there’s an awesome crisp fall breeze in the air here today in DC and I’m happy to report that all the craziness of the past few months is winding down. Time for your pal, G, to recap and rest.
Thanks to my pals at Peapod, Schelissa will be happy to know that I’m no longer eating popcorn for dinner and I am able to sip on some coffee for the first time in two months.
Yesterday’s event went off without a hitch, it's already hitting the wire services and all parties involved are happy.
It’s been a crazy summer and fall for me. I’ve redone my entire apartment, kayaked nationally and internationally, hit the opera, went horseback riding, partied like a rock star on my family trip to Bermuda, among many other things. And in the midst of it all, worked like a dog. Sometimes it takes me awhile to get a chance to catch my breath, but that’s what this weekend is for, to do nothing more than lounge, sip on my D&D coffee and gear up for the next wave of adventures.
So what’s in store for G? Christmas, of course!! For those of you who are new to the blog, I go a bit nutty during the holidays and although I have a few weeks to spare, need to prepare for the most important day – getting the ginormous G Christmas tree and hope that someone gets me this year’s Hallmark Snowman that has not only a penguin BUT a dog too. While I can’t prove it, I’m pretty sure they design them just for me.
But in between now and then, I have some very important VIPs coming to visit next weekend, The Doyles. Yay! And, I have a few more upcoming biz trips to NJ, RI and Boston, all in November. Boo.
It’s a crazy life I lead, I’ll give you that. But I’m appreciative of it all – despite the daydreaming of one day living on the shore, in my little bungalow, with a cute little dog and do nothing more than writing this blog to you all. I guess that’s what lottery tickets and trips to Vegas are for.
And although I’m shooting for R&R, we all know I’ll get into some unplanned trouble this weekend. But sleeping for almost 15 hours between today and yesterday was well needed, and in my opinion, well deserved!
I hope you all get some down time this weekend and are able to appreciate the beautiful weather, too!
Smooch –
G
Well kids, there’s an awesome crisp fall breeze in the air here today in DC and I’m happy to report that all the craziness of the past few months is winding down. Time for your pal, G, to recap and rest.
Thanks to my pals at Peapod, Schelissa will be happy to know that I’m no longer eating popcorn for dinner and I am able to sip on some coffee for the first time in two months.
Yesterday’s event went off without a hitch, it's already hitting the wire services and all parties involved are happy.
It’s been a crazy summer and fall for me. I’ve redone my entire apartment, kayaked nationally and internationally, hit the opera, went horseback riding, partied like a rock star on my family trip to Bermuda, among many other things. And in the midst of it all, worked like a dog. Sometimes it takes me awhile to get a chance to catch my breath, but that’s what this weekend is for, to do nothing more than lounge, sip on my D&D coffee and gear up for the next wave of adventures.
So what’s in store for G? Christmas, of course!! For those of you who are new to the blog, I go a bit nutty during the holidays and although I have a few weeks to spare, need to prepare for the most important day – getting the ginormous G Christmas tree and hope that someone gets me this year’s Hallmark Snowman that has not only a penguin BUT a dog too. While I can’t prove it, I’m pretty sure they design them just for me.
But in between now and then, I have some very important VIPs coming to visit next weekend, The Doyles. Yay! And, I have a few more upcoming biz trips to NJ, RI and Boston, all in November. Boo.
It’s a crazy life I lead, I’ll give you that. But I’m appreciative of it all – despite the daydreaming of one day living on the shore, in my little bungalow, with a cute little dog and do nothing more than writing this blog to you all. I guess that’s what lottery tickets and trips to Vegas are for.
And although I’m shooting for R&R, we all know I’ll get into some unplanned trouble this weekend. But sleeping for almost 15 hours between today and yesterday was well needed, and in my opinion, well deserved!
I hope you all get some down time this weekend and are able to appreciate the beautiful weather, too!
Smooch –
G
Friday, November 02, 2007
Need Good Vibes!!
Today is game day, kids! The big launch that I've been working on for a year... Think good thoughts and wish me luck! I need it!
Smooch!
-G
P.S. No one should EVER have to wake up at 5 AM, its inhumane.
Smooch!
-G
P.S. No one should EVER have to wake up at 5 AM, its inhumane.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Happy Halloween!
It must be Halloween, because it's 7:30 pm and I am HOME and not at work! Yahoo!
I'm a bit fried from the work load, so this post comes from Nicole, who has confirmed that Hoppy the bug is aligning his friends against us:
Hoppy's Cousin
I go to the bank on my lunch break and the sunroof is open. A giant bug flies into my car.
He is big, mean and has some red stripes on him (red stripes are NEVER a good sign -- G Note: Seriously, if I saw red stripes, I'd be in tears... she is way more woman than I am)
This occurs as I am attempting to get back into my car after doing my banking and I was trapped. I couldn't get into my car with the evil bug in there.
I stood in the parking lot throwing things at the bug to encourage him to fly away.
didn't work.
So there I am.. jumping around my car like an idiot and occasionally screaming at the bug. (G says: Um, totally would've done the same)
Then the trusty FEDEX man came up and asked if I was ok I told him my situation and he leaned in and killed the bug with someone's overnight parcel I love FEDEX!
At least I know who I need to call now to get someone to kill Hoppy!
Trick or Treat, kids!
Smooch,
-G
I'm a bit fried from the work load, so this post comes from Nicole, who has confirmed that Hoppy the bug is aligning his friends against us:
Hoppy's Cousin
I go to the bank on my lunch break and the sunroof is open. A giant bug flies into my car.
He is big, mean and has some red stripes on him (red stripes are NEVER a good sign -- G Note: Seriously, if I saw red stripes, I'd be in tears... she is way more woman than I am)
This occurs as I am attempting to get back into my car after doing my banking and I was trapped. I couldn't get into my car with the evil bug in there.
I stood in the parking lot throwing things at the bug to encourage him to fly away.
didn't work.
So there I am.. jumping around my car like an idiot and occasionally screaming at the bug. (G says: Um, totally would've done the same)
Then the trusty FEDEX man came up and asked if I was ok I told him my situation and he leaned in and killed the bug with someone's overnight parcel I love FEDEX!
At least I know who I need to call now to get someone to kill Hoppy!
Trick or Treat, kids!
Smooch,
-G
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Here's something you don't get to say everyday...
It's been quite the week back to work. First, I come back and find out that during my vacation, a section of the Dallas Morning News gave me a bylined article for my client. I sent the piece to some of you, because I have to say, my full name in print is just really amusing. When I got into journalism, my ultimate goal was to get married to someone Spanish and be a TV reporter, so my name would take up the entire screen... like GinaMarie Mangiaracina Hernandez y Gonzalez.
It was a short-lived dream, but still... I found it amusing.
I've been working on a project with a former U.S. Surgeon General and we had a conference call with him today. After almost 9 years in this business, 6 of which I was working with the low-carb diet doc, you'd think I get used to people saying things like "Go talk to the Surgeon General", but from someone who's just returned from a full week of doing shots, dancing like an idiot and befriending Goths, I really don't understand what makes people think I'm an adult.
At any rate... there I am, on the phone with the director of this project and the SG (yea, I get to use lingo like SG too, how inspirational). When I was introduced to the SG by the director as “Gina, well I call her Lollobrigida
because she’s pretty and lovely… but it’s actually (imagine the worst butchered version of my last name ever)”.
When the director asked the SG if he had any questions, he said "Yes. Could Gina please repeat her last name."
Not one to argue with a former public official, I complied and repeated my name, to which he said “stick with Lollobrigida, that’s easier”.
Ah - now, sure, I've worked well over 24 hours in the last 2 days, but how many people can say a former SG made fun of their last name?
Now, the kicker of this story, is that I called my parents to let them know. I've been told all my life that I was named after Gina Lollobrigida (for those of you too young or too lazy to click on the link - she's an old star). As always, I'd make millions if I could mic my parents and give them their own reality show... here's a brief rundown of the convo after I told them the above story:
G: So, anyway, I told the director that it's funny she said Gina Lollobrigida because that's who I was named after.
Mom: Oh my goodness, WHY would you do that? Don't you know who she is?
G: Yea... she's an old film star.
Mom: Not a film star, she's a sex star!
(muffled Dad yelling in the background)
G: WHAT?! What do you mean sex star? You told me that she was a famous movie actress... you named me after someone who did porn!?!
(Dad yelling NO in the background)
Mom: Well, that's what I remembered... she did sex scenes in movies when I was young. Your father is disagreeing, though.
G: Let me get this straight... you named me after someone who was a party girl and who you THOUGHT was a "sex star" and yet you get on my case for being a party girl?
Mom: Well, clearly you get it from her.
Oy, people. I have to tell ya... I can't make this stuff up if I tried.
Have a good night all!
Smooch!
-G
It was a short-lived dream, but still... I found it amusing.
I've been working on a project with a former U.S. Surgeon General and we had a conference call with him today. After almost 9 years in this business, 6 of which I was working with the low-carb diet doc, you'd think I get used to people saying things like "Go talk to the Surgeon General", but from someone who's just returned from a full week of doing shots, dancing like an idiot and befriending Goths, I really don't understand what makes people think I'm an adult.
At any rate... there I am, on the phone with the director of this project and the SG (yea, I get to use lingo like SG too, how inspirational). When I was introduced to the SG by the director as “Gina, well I call her Lollobrigida
because she’s pretty and lovely… but it’s actually (imagine the worst butchered version of my last name ever)”.
When the director asked the SG if he had any questions, he said "Yes. Could Gina please repeat her last name."
Not one to argue with a former public official, I complied and repeated my name, to which he said “stick with Lollobrigida, that’s easier”.
Ah - now, sure, I've worked well over 24 hours in the last 2 days, but how many people can say a former SG made fun of their last name?
Now, the kicker of this story, is that I called my parents to let them know. I've been told all my life that I was named after Gina Lollobrigida (for those of you too young or too lazy to click on the link - she's an old star). As always, I'd make millions if I could mic my parents and give them their own reality show... here's a brief rundown of the convo after I told them the above story:
G: So, anyway, I told the director that it's funny she said Gina Lollobrigida because that's who I was named after.
Mom: Oh my goodness, WHY would you do that? Don't you know who she is?
G: Yea... she's an old film star.
Mom: Not a film star, she's a sex star!
(muffled Dad yelling in the background)
G: WHAT?! What do you mean sex star? You told me that she was a famous movie actress... you named me after someone who did porn!?!
(Dad yelling NO in the background)
Mom: Well, that's what I remembered... she did sex scenes in movies when I was young. Your father is disagreeing, though.
G: Let me get this straight... you named me after someone who was a party girl and who you THOUGHT was a "sex star" and yet you get on my case for being a party girl?
Mom: Well, clearly you get it from her.
Oy, people. I have to tell ya... I can't make this stuff up if I tried.
Have a good night all!
Smooch!
-G
Monday, October 29, 2007
Hoppy, the Saga Continues...
Ok, peeps, getting in at 8:30 pm from work does not lead to a long blog. Plus, honestly, I can't possibly top the Goth entry for some time. It was too priceless.
At any rate... I failed to update you on the outcomings of my Hoppy post.
Hoppy was at my bedside the morning after I published my post. I guess even insects these days are tuned into the Internet. Always thinking, G slept w/her can of hairspray next to the bed. Hoppy no longer hops, but did manage to scurry into a corner of my room.
As if to honor that famous scene in the movie Halloween, I muster up the courage to have someone come look for Hoppy's carcass, and he is nowhere to be found.
He could be the antichrist.
Smooch -
G
At any rate... I failed to update you on the outcomings of my Hoppy post.
Hoppy was at my bedside the morning after I published my post. I guess even insects these days are tuned into the Internet. Always thinking, G slept w/her can of hairspray next to the bed. Hoppy no longer hops, but did manage to scurry into a corner of my room.
As if to honor that famous scene in the movie Halloween, I muster up the courage to have someone come look for Hoppy's carcass, and he is nowhere to be found.
He could be the antichrist.
Smooch -
G
Sunday, October 28, 2007
When Worlds Collide.... the Guineas meet the Goths
Ahoy Mateys! Freshly back from a cell phone and computer free week as I sailed to lovely Bermuda. Despite Dee's desperate plea to log on and blog while I was away, I stayed clear of the business center aboard the ship. But - I do have some great stories to tell!
As most of you know, I was on board with 23 members of my extended family from my dad's side -- the super loud, tons o' fun Italians. Although my family would probably be boisterous enough, there were also 2000 or so additional passengers, including many morbidly obese people terrorizing the buffet, significantly old senior citizens and oh, 120 Goths on Goth Cruise #3.
Goth culture isn't that shocking to me, coming from an admitted obsession with bands like The Cure in high school and having a best friend that was a chronic Goth dater - with men including the editor-in-chief of the Goth/Vampire 'zine, Propaganda. But, I wasn't quite sure how my family would handle a bunch of men in black, some wearing kilts and later in the night, a man in a spandex dress with a boa and combat boots. I saw my dad wince a bit and look at me as if to say "GinaMarie, don't you dare go back to those dreadful white and black striped stockings and black outfits."
But moving right along, our prescence was marked within the first 10 minutes aboard when my crazy cool great aunt danced with a group of ladies in front of the steel drum band and posed for pictures.
But that first instance was only the beginning. My family are participators, so if there was a contest or an event, heck even bingo (the winnings of which by the way helped supplement my VERY large bar tab), some, if not all, of us were there.
So, after a near win at the afternoon's Name that Tune event, I convince a bunch of fam to come to Finish that Lyric, where I tell them we will win because I consider myself an expert. This probably would be true, if I didn't start drinking during the Name that Tune event and never stopped. Yet, my fam doesn't care, we're all hanging out, boozing up on one side of the room, and the Goths are doing the same on the other side. Only the dance floor lied between the DiGiovannas and the Goths.
On trip #3 to the bar, I have my first face to face encounter with a Goth -- and I don't really need to tell you it was the boa man, because you already knew. I had to say SOMETHING, it was a truly fantastic boa -- so that's exactly what I said. He said, "Sweetie, you NEED to put this on" and laid the boa around my neck... It felt amazing! Real ostrich feathers and set him back a few hundred bucks... I thanked him kindly for letting me try it and headed back to the fam... who are now all talking about the Goths because it's clearly between us and them as the loudest people having the best time in the room.
Between the Goths and my fam, we overpowered the poor lady trying to run the Finish that Lyric competition, by singing all the lyrics instead of writing them down, so she quickly switched over into karaoke mode.
These Goths loved their karaoke. The whole set was covered entirely by them, so we weren't able to sign up, so, if you can't beat'em, you join'em. We sang our hearts out from the side of the room, cheering the Goths on. But after several diddies, the next gaggle o' Goths selected a tune that forced us to get interactive... because after all, who can sit still during Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody.
With the family on its feet, literally clinging to the side of the dance floor, I decide to make the bold move that during the rock out part of the song, we will bum rush the floor.
Well, the Goths and I were all on the same page, sure enough after "for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee", DiGiovannas and Goths crashed the floor looking like a scene from West Side Story... we rocked our hearts out together, most of us arm in arm.
My family officially, fell in love with these people. High fiving and hugging when the number was over. Don't think we completely noticed the rest of the audience in a mixture of shock and awe, but I DID happen to see a film camera out of the corner of my eye.
Now, I assumed this camera was for the ship's TV network, where they do highlights of events on the ship. Oh, G... sweet G, when will you ever realize that the powers that be have much higher ambitions to embarrass you.
That's right folks, the next day, I find out the Goths are being filmed for a documentary that will be airing on the Independent Film Channel, and that moment, of loud Italians blending in with these alternative folks, was too picture perfect to not be included. It was by far one of the best moments on the cruise for all.
I've often heard the comment that if you didn't know me and were reading this blog or listening to one of my many stories, that you would probably mistake it for just that, a story.
I usually work from memory on these tales, so I can understand how you'd think that somethings may be slightly different in so-called reality. But, folks, not only do I have proof, it's from a 3rd party source. Please click on this link, and you will see a pic of my fam and the Goths during our Bohemian Rhapsody number.
Ah, yes, between being listed as "one of the best moments on the cruise" by the Goths and the upcoming documentary, G will never be able to run for office now.
So what happened after karaoke? The Goths and the DiGiovannas took over the medieval bar on board called The Chamber. I reconnected with boa man who said "I can't believe your family has no issues with hanging with us... you guys are the coolest". And off we went, dancing until 3:30 in the morning when the crew finally forced us all to leave.
Lather, rinse, repeat on this tale... we continued to catch up with the Goth crew the rest of the trip, including one night when the majority of my family dressed in black to honor Goth tradition. And yes folks, with almost no coaxing, my own mother, freshly dressed in her Commerce Bank Hawaiian shirt and khakis, entered the Chamber herself at one point on the trip, commenting "the man dressed like Satan in the red body paint and with the horns glued to his body was very nice."
What else can I tell you? I realize this is something that only happens when you're me.
More tales to come... smooches to all. With the exception of the 600 work emails I'm off to check, glad to be back!
Love,
G
As most of you know, I was on board with 23 members of my extended family from my dad's side -- the super loud, tons o' fun Italians. Although my family would probably be boisterous enough, there were also 2000 or so additional passengers, including many morbidly obese people terrorizing the buffet, significantly old senior citizens and oh, 120 Goths on Goth Cruise #3.
Goth culture isn't that shocking to me, coming from an admitted obsession with bands like The Cure in high school and having a best friend that was a chronic Goth dater - with men including the editor-in-chief of the Goth/Vampire 'zine, Propaganda. But, I wasn't quite sure how my family would handle a bunch of men in black, some wearing kilts and later in the night, a man in a spandex dress with a boa and combat boots. I saw my dad wince a bit and look at me as if to say "GinaMarie, don't you dare go back to those dreadful white and black striped stockings and black outfits."
But moving right along, our prescence was marked within the first 10 minutes aboard when my crazy cool great aunt danced with a group of ladies in front of the steel drum band and posed for pictures.
But that first instance was only the beginning. My family are participators, so if there was a contest or an event, heck even bingo (the winnings of which by the way helped supplement my VERY large bar tab), some, if not all, of us were there.
So, after a near win at the afternoon's Name that Tune event, I convince a bunch of fam to come to Finish that Lyric, where I tell them we will win because I consider myself an expert. This probably would be true, if I didn't start drinking during the Name that Tune event and never stopped. Yet, my fam doesn't care, we're all hanging out, boozing up on one side of the room, and the Goths are doing the same on the other side. Only the dance floor lied between the DiGiovannas and the Goths.
On trip #3 to the bar, I have my first face to face encounter with a Goth -- and I don't really need to tell you it was the boa man, because you already knew. I had to say SOMETHING, it was a truly fantastic boa -- so that's exactly what I said. He said, "Sweetie, you NEED to put this on" and laid the boa around my neck... It felt amazing! Real ostrich feathers and set him back a few hundred bucks... I thanked him kindly for letting me try it and headed back to the fam... who are now all talking about the Goths because it's clearly between us and them as the loudest people having the best time in the room.
Between the Goths and my fam, we overpowered the poor lady trying to run the Finish that Lyric competition, by singing all the lyrics instead of writing them down, so she quickly switched over into karaoke mode.
These Goths loved their karaoke. The whole set was covered entirely by them, so we weren't able to sign up, so, if you can't beat'em, you join'em. We sang our hearts out from the side of the room, cheering the Goths on. But after several diddies, the next gaggle o' Goths selected a tune that forced us to get interactive... because after all, who can sit still during Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody.
With the family on its feet, literally clinging to the side of the dance floor, I decide to make the bold move that during the rock out part of the song, we will bum rush the floor.
Well, the Goths and I were all on the same page, sure enough after "for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee", DiGiovannas and Goths crashed the floor looking like a scene from West Side Story... we rocked our hearts out together, most of us arm in arm.
My family officially, fell in love with these people. High fiving and hugging when the number was over. Don't think we completely noticed the rest of the audience in a mixture of shock and awe, but I DID happen to see a film camera out of the corner of my eye.
Now, I assumed this camera was for the ship's TV network, where they do highlights of events on the ship. Oh, G... sweet G, when will you ever realize that the powers that be have much higher ambitions to embarrass you.
That's right folks, the next day, I find out the Goths are being filmed for a documentary that will be airing on the Independent Film Channel, and that moment, of loud Italians blending in with these alternative folks, was too picture perfect to not be included. It was by far one of the best moments on the cruise for all.
I've often heard the comment that if you didn't know me and were reading this blog or listening to one of my many stories, that you would probably mistake it for just that, a story.
I usually work from memory on these tales, so I can understand how you'd think that somethings may be slightly different in so-called reality. But, folks, not only do I have proof, it's from a 3rd party source. Please click on this link, and you will see a pic of my fam and the Goths during our Bohemian Rhapsody number.
Ah, yes, between being listed as "one of the best moments on the cruise" by the Goths and the upcoming documentary, G will never be able to run for office now.
So what happened after karaoke? The Goths and the DiGiovannas took over the medieval bar on board called The Chamber. I reconnected with boa man who said "I can't believe your family has no issues with hanging with us... you guys are the coolest". And off we went, dancing until 3:30 in the morning when the crew finally forced us all to leave.
Lather, rinse, repeat on this tale... we continued to catch up with the Goth crew the rest of the trip, including one night when the majority of my family dressed in black to honor Goth tradition. And yes folks, with almost no coaxing, my own mother, freshly dressed in her Commerce Bank Hawaiian shirt and khakis, entered the Chamber herself at one point on the trip, commenting "the man dressed like Satan in the red body paint and with the horns glued to his body was very nice."
What else can I tell you? I realize this is something that only happens when you're me.
More tales to come... smooches to all. With the exception of the 600 work emails I'm off to check, glad to be back!
Love,
G
Thursday, October 18, 2007
(Wo)man V. Bug
A lot of people get off work at 9 pm... they also get to say things like "what size did you want that in?" or "did you want fries with that?"
At any rate -- my final post before vacation kids... a great tale to tell about me and my pal, Hoppy the bug.
I ran into Hoppy a few weeks ago, after a particularly rough day. He was crusin' my hall closet. I said to Hoppy, "Dude.. enjoy the new carpet, but please, tomorrow, just get out of my way to the bathroom."
Hoppy complied. A week or so later, Hoppy appeared through the living room. Again - I asked him to leave; ran back to my room and gave him his space, and sure enough, when I came out, Hoppy had hit the road again.
Then, a few days ago, I saw Hoppy, this time he was by my stereo and coffee table, cruising thru Schelissa's CDs that I have yet to return to her. This time, Hoppy spotted me and walked off.
I realized that Hoppy had overstayed his welcome and convinced a pal to be pest control last night and inspect my place. We looked in every crevice and no Hoppy. I figured Hoppy moved on to one of the newly renovated units in my building.
Until this morning.
Racing around, late for my doctor, I go to run into the living room and turn off the A/C (believe or not it is still hot as heck down South), and there, right in front of my front door, is Hoppy.
I screech, rush back into my room and explain to Hoppy that he's gotta move, that I'm running late.
Hoppy doesn't budge. Apparently, he caught on to the antics of me trying to seek him out last night and he's visibly pissed. I finally attempt to move Hoppy along by throwing a shoe at him. Hoppy hops closer to me. So, I throw another shoe. This time, Hoppy backs up a little, but not enough for me to run out the door.
I throw a hat. Hoppy doesn't budge. I throw a heavier shoe, which nails the closet (lovely on the new paint job, btw). Hoppy STILL doesn't budge.
Realizing that I'm now running really late and a prisioner in my own home... I race to the bathroom to grab my bug killer (aka Rave Megahold). And then, I realize, I'm smack dab in the middle of a moral dilemma:
Kill bug and wreck paint job or make a break for the door, knowing that Hoppy could hop on me.
Having gone thru blood, sweat, tears, pipe bursts and water damage, I realize that I can't let Hoppy get the better of me and I have NO choice, but to make a break.
Holding my hairspray in one hand, I stand as close to my front door as I can without getting in Hoppy's way, and then, I swing open the door from the other side (hoping Hoppy would hop out, but no such luck)... I slowly grab my keys, which are VERY close to where Hoppy is looking at me and hissing (I'm convinced it was a hiss), drop the can of hairspray and leap out the door.
Boy, the construction crew that's renovating this place sure did get a kick out of that leap.
Hoppy cut me a break tonight and was out of sight this evening, allowing me to pack and get ready for my trip... and thanks to the lovely folks at Amtrak, I've spent $122 to buy the last ticket on the Acela, the ONLY train not sold out for tomorrow night.
So kids, as I lay me down to sleep, I ask that y'all wish me good vibes for no Hoppy tomorrow morning and that I actually get out of work tomorrow to make this train.
Last post before vacation -- hope you enjoyed.
Big smooches until I return -
G
At any rate -- my final post before vacation kids... a great tale to tell about me and my pal, Hoppy the bug.
I ran into Hoppy a few weeks ago, after a particularly rough day. He was crusin' my hall closet. I said to Hoppy, "Dude.. enjoy the new carpet, but please, tomorrow, just get out of my way to the bathroom."
Hoppy complied. A week or so later, Hoppy appeared through the living room. Again - I asked him to leave; ran back to my room and gave him his space, and sure enough, when I came out, Hoppy had hit the road again.
Then, a few days ago, I saw Hoppy, this time he was by my stereo and coffee table, cruising thru Schelissa's CDs that I have yet to return to her. This time, Hoppy spotted me and walked off.
I realized that Hoppy had overstayed his welcome and convinced a pal to be pest control last night and inspect my place. We looked in every crevice and no Hoppy. I figured Hoppy moved on to one of the newly renovated units in my building.
Until this morning.
Racing around, late for my doctor, I go to run into the living room and turn off the A/C (believe or not it is still hot as heck down South), and there, right in front of my front door, is Hoppy.
I screech, rush back into my room and explain to Hoppy that he's gotta move, that I'm running late.
Hoppy doesn't budge. Apparently, he caught on to the antics of me trying to seek him out last night and he's visibly pissed. I finally attempt to move Hoppy along by throwing a shoe at him. Hoppy hops closer to me. So, I throw another shoe. This time, Hoppy backs up a little, but not enough for me to run out the door.
I throw a hat. Hoppy doesn't budge. I throw a heavier shoe, which nails the closet (lovely on the new paint job, btw). Hoppy STILL doesn't budge.
Realizing that I'm now running really late and a prisioner in my own home... I race to the bathroom to grab my bug killer (aka Rave Megahold). And then, I realize, I'm smack dab in the middle of a moral dilemma:
Kill bug and wreck paint job or make a break for the door, knowing that Hoppy could hop on me.
Having gone thru blood, sweat, tears, pipe bursts and water damage, I realize that I can't let Hoppy get the better of me and I have NO choice, but to make a break.
Holding my hairspray in one hand, I stand as close to my front door as I can without getting in Hoppy's way, and then, I swing open the door from the other side (hoping Hoppy would hop out, but no such luck)... I slowly grab my keys, which are VERY close to where Hoppy is looking at me and hissing (I'm convinced it was a hiss), drop the can of hairspray and leap out the door.
Boy, the construction crew that's renovating this place sure did get a kick out of that leap.
Hoppy cut me a break tonight and was out of sight this evening, allowing me to pack and get ready for my trip... and thanks to the lovely folks at Amtrak, I've spent $122 to buy the last ticket on the Acela, the ONLY train not sold out for tomorrow night.
So kids, as I lay me down to sleep, I ask that y'all wish me good vibes for no Hoppy tomorrow morning and that I actually get out of work tomorrow to make this train.
Last post before vacation -- hope you enjoyed.
Big smooches until I return -
G
Update: Ferrets - Dreams
From Dream Dictionary.com:
ferret: Playfulness, cleverness, resourcefulness. To dream of a ferret usually means that these qualities are advantageous for you to have right now. Occasionally, a ferret in a dream means that you'd benefit by having less of these qualities right now. A ferret can also represent a person who you feel is showing these qualities.
Would love to know what it means to be attacked by ferrets, but I can't find it.
ferret: Playfulness, cleverness, resourcefulness. To dream of a ferret usually means that these qualities are advantageous for you to have right now. Occasionally, a ferret in a dream means that you'd benefit by having less of these qualities right now. A ferret can also represent a person who you feel is showing these qualities.
Would love to know what it means to be attacked by ferrets, but I can't find it.
Ridiculous, sitcom-types of accidents....
Sure, my cell phone may fall in the toilet after a series of unfortunate events... but I'm not alone in this world. Check out this story from one of my favorite readers and of course, lovely friends:
so today I went to the doctor on my lunch break.
I'm having an issue with my IUD
so the nurse tells me to pee in a cup and bring it out with me so I pee I come out of the bathroom and the nurse is MIA and I'm standing there with a cup of pee.
I try to move out of the hallway so people don't see me standing there like some freak with a cup of pee Well, it turns out I was standing against the door to the supply room, another nurse opens the door, hits me in the back and my cup of pee goes flying across the office.
THE END
Of course, I got written approval to post this story, seeing as eventually, I do want to turn this all into a book, and the reader noted:
yes, please also add that they told me they had a steam cleaner and not to worry.
I told them to invest in lids for the pee cups.
What a good sport! Always makes me feel better to know that I'm not the only person in the world who has days like these.
Good news: I leave for vacation in 3 days.
Bad news: I've turned into a complete insomniac and keep waking up in cold sweats about work-related things I've forgotten. Today at 4:57 am, I shot awake b/c I had a dream I checked my cell phone and it was 7:30 am, making me late for the doctor.
I've also had a dream that I was attacked by ferrets who were biting my legs. I have no clue what that means, but it can't be good.
OH! and BTW --- I have a 2nd date with Monday dude... who I'm trying REALLY hard to not call Matt.
Trying to get you one more post before I go...
Smooch,
G
so today I went to the doctor on my lunch break.
I'm having an issue with my IUD
so the nurse tells me to pee in a cup and bring it out with me so I pee I come out of the bathroom and the nurse is MIA and I'm standing there with a cup of pee.
I try to move out of the hallway so people don't see me standing there like some freak with a cup of pee Well, it turns out I was standing against the door to the supply room, another nurse opens the door, hits me in the back and my cup of pee goes flying across the office.
THE END
Of course, I got written approval to post this story, seeing as eventually, I do want to turn this all into a book, and the reader noted:
yes, please also add that they told me they had a steam cleaner and not to worry.
I told them to invest in lids for the pee cups.
What a good sport! Always makes me feel better to know that I'm not the only person in the world who has days like these.
Good news: I leave for vacation in 3 days.
Bad news: I've turned into a complete insomniac and keep waking up in cold sweats about work-related things I've forgotten. Today at 4:57 am, I shot awake b/c I had a dream I checked my cell phone and it was 7:30 am, making me late for the doctor.
I've also had a dream that I was attacked by ferrets who were biting my legs. I have no clue what that means, but it can't be good.
OH! and BTW --- I have a 2nd date with Monday dude... who I'm trying REALLY hard to not call Matt.
Trying to get you one more post before I go...
Smooch,
G
Monday, October 15, 2007
My Public Apology to Scoot...
So, kids, I got several threats for not blogging. And y'all have lived up to your end by commenting a bunch. With a crappy work schedule and a cruise next week -- this may be the last post for some time... but I'll do my best to get another one in before the week's end.
This weekend, I did something I haven't done in a long time. I drunk dialed. Normally, I appreciate the challenge of a good drunk text, so I've been sticking with that method... but for reasons beyond my control, I felt a call was necessary.
So at 11:22 pm, I called Scoot. Why? At the time, I couldn't tell you. I was on a bus from a co-worker's wedding. I can tell you, that if I am still working at this place when I get married, between my family, friends and co-workers, the liquor tab will be uncontrollable... so it may have to be a dry wedding. LOL. Of course, I'm kidding... everyone relax!
My co-workers are some serious drinkers. I was brought in as a beverage counselor for this wedding, where the bride had the awesome idea to make a drink menu out of something old, new, borrowed and blue. Of course, I chose the Blue Hawaiian... as I'm now noted for my "blue drink fetish", as they call it. Normally, I would've been fine, but I was running late, didn't have time to eat anything all day. Oh, that and my co-workers propensity for shots. Not just any shots, shots o' Jack. Oy.
So after at least 4 shots of Jack floating on an ocean of nothing more than Blue Hawaiians, G knew she was toast and didn't even make it to the after-party.
So, why did I call Scoot? I pondered this for hours upon waking up... it wasn't until the drive home that someone mentioned that we started a conga line, introducing the UK side of the family to a new tradition.
Scoot and I started a few conga lines in our day... and you all know the story of the Congamaster (see June 2006 for more details). I guess I felt I had to share the moment.
At any rate - my apologies to the Doyle household for waking them!
Oh - and did I mention I went on a date tonight? Good one -- biggest problem is my desire to call him the wrong name. He looks like a Matt... but, he isn't. I've never even dated a Matt before. I wonder if he'll change his name? It's worth a shot right? I shameless kicked his ass for a bit at pool, then backed off... not polite to win all the time.
A few more boys in the works -- I'll keep you posted.
Smooch!
-G
This weekend, I did something I haven't done in a long time. I drunk dialed. Normally, I appreciate the challenge of a good drunk text, so I've been sticking with that method... but for reasons beyond my control, I felt a call was necessary.
So at 11:22 pm, I called Scoot. Why? At the time, I couldn't tell you. I was on a bus from a co-worker's wedding. I can tell you, that if I am still working at this place when I get married, between my family, friends and co-workers, the liquor tab will be uncontrollable... so it may have to be a dry wedding. LOL. Of course, I'm kidding... everyone relax!
My co-workers are some serious drinkers. I was brought in as a beverage counselor for this wedding, where the bride had the awesome idea to make a drink menu out of something old, new, borrowed and blue. Of course, I chose the Blue Hawaiian... as I'm now noted for my "blue drink fetish", as they call it. Normally, I would've been fine, but I was running late, didn't have time to eat anything all day. Oh, that and my co-workers propensity for shots. Not just any shots, shots o' Jack. Oy.
So after at least 4 shots of Jack floating on an ocean of nothing more than Blue Hawaiians, G knew she was toast and didn't even make it to the after-party.
So, why did I call Scoot? I pondered this for hours upon waking up... it wasn't until the drive home that someone mentioned that we started a conga line, introducing the UK side of the family to a new tradition.
Scoot and I started a few conga lines in our day... and you all know the story of the Congamaster (see June 2006 for more details). I guess I felt I had to share the moment.
At any rate - my apologies to the Doyle household for waking them!
Oh - and did I mention I went on a date tonight? Good one -- biggest problem is my desire to call him the wrong name. He looks like a Matt... but, he isn't. I've never even dated a Matt before. I wonder if he'll change his name? It's worth a shot right? I shameless kicked his ass for a bit at pool, then backed off... not polite to win all the time.
A few more boys in the works -- I'll keep you posted.
Smooch!
-G
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