Now that I did that whole I'm so chaste thing in my last blog - I turned into a total slut at the foot rub store. I mean Top Nail. I got a guy this time! He was a sweet pretty good speaking, not effeminate young Chinese man. (hope that was PC enough for you).
Oh...what the hell let me start at the beginning of my day, because the start was not nearly as good as my foot job. I was on I-235 when I noticed I did not have a fresh minty taste in my mouth...in fact I had a morning breath taste. Dang girl, I said to myself, you forgot to brush your teeth!
I went through my morning preparations thinking about my lapse in tooth hygiene - when I realized I also forgot to apply deodorant. I double checked by sticking my finger in my armpit and sniffing for deod. residue - nope, just soap. Crap! Good thing I was running a little early - probably because I didn't do have of my morning stuff.
So I turned left instead of right at my work off-ramp and swung by the QuickStore for a Deodorant and a cappuccino (purchased as cover). I might have made is safely through work without it. But you'll see that I made a wise choice..
I still made it to work just after 6:30 a.m., and had just finished my breakfast at 7 when the Fire Alarm went off! Not kidding. All us early risers popped our gopher heads over the cubicle walls - looking to see if we were really going to head to the parking ramp. Yup - we were. A half hour, and one fire truck later I was trucking up 5 flights of stairs - deodorant was necessito. And again at 10 a.m. when we did the tornado drill and trotted down five flights to the tunnels and back up again.
Then, after a full day of work we had a quickie staff meeting - my boss Al, who is very understanding and allows me to pretty much do as I wish, announced he's retiring. Crap! I'm bummed. But totally understand. The state buyout is too good to pass up. It made me sweat to think about.
Then I took off to get to my pedicure (2nd evah) - where I was serviced by the cute guy. It was good for me.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I'd like to
be able to blame my blow dryer (I have two now that I purchased one for each household, since I left my original one at Joan's last weekend), and my hair product (I've got cheap, and expensive take your pick). But it all comes back to me - and the faulty hair doin gene.
My hair just has a stronger constitution than I do. I can't make it mind! Good thing I made a better parent than I do hair do-er. Kinda.
Next I've got to break down my natural force field and allow someone other than Pablo to touch my feet. I need a pedicure before sunny Florida. Tomorrow or Thursday night. Stat! (I just felt like saying that).
For some strange reason, today, while cooking with Crisco at work, (no not really - that means I was just really busy and kept up a steady stream of work) I came to the realization that while I consider myself fairly liberal regarding social causes, personally I've actually been quite conservative.
Aside from a bit of dabbling in some herbs my freshman year of college, illegal drugs were out for this kid. Not even tempted. And my virtue - my Catholic school girl sense of guilt was highly developed and I didn't follow my older sister's Cindo's advice. (She told me "Don't wait - sex is fun!") I waited anyway. Okay not until I got married - but longer than most.
I guess what I'm saying is that I hold myself to more conservative standards than I hold others to. Isn't that weird? Split personality? Bi-polar?
My hair just has a stronger constitution than I do. I can't make it mind! Good thing I made a better parent than I do hair do-er. Kinda.
Next I've got to break down my natural force field and allow someone other than Pablo to touch my feet. I need a pedicure before sunny Florida. Tomorrow or Thursday night. Stat! (I just felt like saying that).
For some strange reason, today, while cooking with Crisco at work, (no not really - that means I was just really busy and kept up a steady stream of work) I came to the realization that while I consider myself fairly liberal regarding social causes, personally I've actually been quite conservative.
Aside from a bit of dabbling in some herbs my freshman year of college, illegal drugs were out for this kid. Not even tempted. And my virtue - my Catholic school girl sense of guilt was highly developed and I didn't follow my older sister's Cindo's advice. (She told me "Don't wait - sex is fun!") I waited anyway. Okay not until I got married - but longer than most.
I guess what I'm saying is that I hold myself to more conservative standards than I hold others to. Isn't that weird? Split personality? Bi-polar?
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Back from
Webster City, seeing the Goldschmidt relatives - always a good time. Such good folks. Hmmm seems to me it was just (way back machine switches on...) 31 years ago I went on that very trek (we stopped in Ames to pick up Jud) to meet the fam.
Paul had told his sister Jean he was bringing a "surprise". Argh - how embarrassing! If I knew him as well then as I do now, I'd have chewed his ass not to have let them know he was bringing an extra mouth to feed. They quickly put an extra plate on the table and were very gracious.
Me - I was kind of in shock. It was a lot of people. Jean and Dave have 4 kids - they were pretty young then. And George and Laura were there. I don't recall if any other family members were around...Doris? Anyways - welcome, ya'll! We like ham for Easter and we're pretty easy to get along with was what I came away with. I'm sure they were all thinking "Is this the one - not what we really had pegged for Paul." He was supposed to be the priest of the family after all.
Other memorable Easters with the Goldsmiths - we usually headed that way for that holiday cuz my folks were still in sunny Florida. Watching The Ten Commandments in the "front room" at George and Laura's place. Amy's first Easter - dressed in her little mint green Easter dress, it was hotter than blazes. We were so proud to show her off to the family.
George and Laura would have tons of candy. Laura would dye lots of eggs. We would hide them around the living room and the kids would have a blast looking for them. Paul and I would take a basket for each kid. The family gathered - mostly the locals, Carol/Irv and kids, Larry/Regina and kids - sometimes Dave and Pat would come over from Freeport with Sarah and Matt. Amy and Grandma Laura would play the organ and sing. We'd play cards and Rummy K. Good memories! I miss it. Today was a good reminder.
One year when we got home, Fabulous Mary Faber (keeper of the kitty cat) had hidden eggs all over the yard. The kids still talk about how fun it was to find them - that's one memory even Jud hasn't blocked out.
Something funny from Judson - now 21. He was at his favorite Ames bar Wednesday night drinking Dinky Wheat, his fave beer with a large group. It seems they drank the place dry of the stuff. He said he was uncomfortable at his class at the Jacobsen Building Thursday (Waa I know..) at 11 a.m. - it was hot that day, and there was some motor causing the projector screen to bounce. Not good with a hangover. Made Paul and me chuckle hearing that. Hey...at least he showed up at class!
Paul had told his sister Jean he was bringing a "surprise". Argh - how embarrassing! If I knew him as well then as I do now, I'd have chewed his ass not to have let them know he was bringing an extra mouth to feed. They quickly put an extra plate on the table and were very gracious.
Me - I was kind of in shock. It was a lot of people. Jean and Dave have 4 kids - they were pretty young then. And George and Laura were there. I don't recall if any other family members were around...Doris? Anyways - welcome, ya'll! We like ham for Easter and we're pretty easy to get along with was what I came away with. I'm sure they were all thinking "Is this the one - not what we really had pegged for Paul." He was supposed to be the priest of the family after all.
Other memorable Easters with the Goldsmiths - we usually headed that way for that holiday cuz my folks were still in sunny Florida. Watching The Ten Commandments in the "front room" at George and Laura's place. Amy's first Easter - dressed in her little mint green Easter dress, it was hotter than blazes. We were so proud to show her off to the family.
George and Laura would have tons of candy. Laura would dye lots of eggs. We would hide them around the living room and the kids would have a blast looking for them. Paul and I would take a basket for each kid. The family gathered - mostly the locals, Carol/Irv and kids, Larry/Regina and kids - sometimes Dave and Pat would come over from Freeport with Sarah and Matt. Amy and Grandma Laura would play the organ and sing. We'd play cards and Rummy K. Good memories! I miss it. Today was a good reminder.
One year when we got home, Fabulous Mary Faber (keeper of the kitty cat) had hidden eggs all over the yard. The kids still talk about how fun it was to find them - that's one memory even Jud hasn't blocked out.
Something funny from Judson - now 21. He was at his favorite Ames bar Wednesday night drinking Dinky Wheat, his fave beer with a large group. It seems they drank the place dry of the stuff. He said he was uncomfortable at his class at the Jacobsen Building Thursday (Waa I know..) at 11 a.m. - it was hot that day, and there was some motor causing the projector screen to bounce. Not good with a hangover. Made Paul and me chuckle hearing that. Hey...at least he showed up at class!
Saturday, April 3, 2010
My new friend Kathy
I just finished reading Kathy Griffin's "A Memoir According to" Official Book Club Selection. What a hoot! That woman could be my meangirl friend. Or maybe not - we may be too much alike. AND - get this - we share the same birthday - even though I'm a couple...okay 3 years older.
But the book is damn funny. And a little mean. I've never seen her show. Nor her stand up. It might be a little over the top. But I like it.
She had one prime time gig - as Brooke Shield's side kick on an early 2000's show Suddenly Susan. I may have watched it a few times. She tells all about that show. Or maybe not - she probably kept some stuff back. Hollywood is an ugly place me thinks.
Now she stars in a reality show on Bravo called My Life on the D list or something like that. Here's what made me laugh out loud - when she won an Emmy (a non primetime one, so not aired when we might watch) she had this statement all ready to go, with help from a witty writer friend
" A lot of people come up here and thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this than Jesus. He didn't help me one bit. If it was up to him, Cesar Milan (the dog whisperer) would be up here with that damn dog. So all I can say is suck it Jesus, this award is my god now."
Now I don't care who you are - that's funny. Okay, if you're all religious, it prolly isn't, but if God doesn't think that's funny, then I don't want to go to heaven. God has to have a sense of humor! She said lots of groups got all up in arms about the speech and one even took out an ad in USA today dissing her.
Another funny thing about the book is that just like some of the books we read for book club, it's got a section in the back where some mysterious person asks the author questions (these are snarky and funny - as are the answers) and then there are tongue in cheek book questions. Our group would have a blast with these!
But the book is damn funny. And a little mean. I've never seen her show. Nor her stand up. It might be a little over the top. But I like it.
She had one prime time gig - as Brooke Shield's side kick on an early 2000's show Suddenly Susan. I may have watched it a few times. She tells all about that show. Or maybe not - she probably kept some stuff back. Hollywood is an ugly place me thinks.
Now she stars in a reality show on Bravo called My Life on the D list or something like that. Here's what made me laugh out loud - when she won an Emmy (a non primetime one, so not aired when we might watch) she had this statement all ready to go, with help from a witty writer friend
" A lot of people come up here and thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this than Jesus. He didn't help me one bit. If it was up to him, Cesar Milan (the dog whisperer) would be up here with that damn dog. So all I can say is suck it Jesus, this award is my god now."
Now I don't care who you are - that's funny. Okay, if you're all religious, it prolly isn't, but if God doesn't think that's funny, then I don't want to go to heaven. God has to have a sense of humor! She said lots of groups got all up in arms about the speech and one even took out an ad in USA today dissing her.
Another funny thing about the book is that just like some of the books we read for book club, it's got a section in the back where some mysterious person asks the author questions (these are snarky and funny - as are the answers) and then there are tongue in cheek book questions. Our group would have a blast with these!
The cleaning lady finally showed up
She started by dancing around to the Abba CD and making Odie bark. I got Abba at the Planned Parenthood Book Sale last week. I'm a little disappointed Fernando (track 12) and beyond are scratched - what can one expect for $4. Kinda disrupts the jiven. In case you haven't figured it out, the cleaning bitch is me. The sun is shining and I'm in the mood to spiff up the place.
I like to have a clean house when I leave on a trip - in case the place burns down or something. It's like wearing clean underwear in case of an accident. I'm also thinking about my sis Suso who last year came home to a flooded home after their ice maker hose broke and water ran for a few days while they were gone - thousands of $$ damage, main floor and basement. We Bullock girls must have our ice makers thanks to Dave B. We're all ice freaks. (sidenote - I heard the gal in the next cubicle talking about this to co-workers, not me, last week saying she could do without an ice maker and it was all I could do not to jump up and shout - "you must have an ice maker! Dave Bullock's rules!" over the cubicle wall.
So I worked up a sweat dancing to my favorite Mama Mia songs, then I broke out the dusting tools and the vacuum. The Today Show talked about vacuuming the thing on the frig by the fan, and I recalled I hadn't done that in a while. You know how one thing leads to another...a couple hours later I've got the living room about done.
The plastic thing from the frig is on a towel after it took a bath. Vacuuming didn't cut it, a full bath was required. Saw a couple ants by the front door. Not that again! I hate dealing with chemicals with pets around. Spraying the house can't be good for them. May have to call the pest control peeps this year. Pablo is out trimming trees - borrowed a neighbor's pickup to haul limbs to the compost site. (see we don't need our own truck...) Still need to mop the floors and do windows.
Shout out to Alternative Leslie G - hope your vacation was grand! And that Alt Paul G didn't mind the mix up at Sahar. You out there in readerland. It's happened again! The real world refuses to admit that there are two such fabulous women with the same name. Leslie and I both now go to the salon - Sahar's in West Des Moines - but I explained to the appointment chick when I made my appointment, there are two of us. My cell number is different than hers. She's from Chariton.
Nevertheless, I got the call (while I was in Chicago at a conference no less) for LMG's pre-Florida vacation tune-up appointment. Sahar's left a voice mail as I was in a session at the time. So I texted LMG to let her know. But they must have had the appointment time wrong. The day of the appointment they called to say she missed it! I then called to explain to them (AGAIN) that there are 2 of us (just like the Doublemint Twins). The gal said "we must have put you together because I only have one phone number." Dumbshits!
So LMG arrived at her appointed time, and they didn't have it set up! She was not a happy pre-vacationer according to her email that evening. She was able to get a pedicure elsewhere I believe but other, um more personal attentions went unattended to. I think they owe her something. I'll probably get a nice gift soon. haha
Anyways - Leslie, looked like you had great weather and hope the place you stayed and your ballgames were great. Plus hope the shopping was divine. I'm hoping to score big there (avert eyes Pablo).
Okay back to mopping and windows. Abba is over and I'm on to the CD Amy made for me, a compilation of her fave tunes - which is kinda like getting a hug from my baby girl.
I like to have a clean house when I leave on a trip - in case the place burns down or something. It's like wearing clean underwear in case of an accident. I'm also thinking about my sis Suso who last year came home to a flooded home after their ice maker hose broke and water ran for a few days while they were gone - thousands of $$ damage, main floor and basement. We Bullock girls must have our ice makers thanks to Dave B. We're all ice freaks. (sidenote - I heard the gal in the next cubicle talking about this to co-workers, not me, last week saying she could do without an ice maker and it was all I could do not to jump up and shout - "you must have an ice maker! Dave Bullock's rules!" over the cubicle wall.
So I worked up a sweat dancing to my favorite Mama Mia songs, then I broke out the dusting tools and the vacuum. The Today Show talked about vacuuming the thing on the frig by the fan, and I recalled I hadn't done that in a while. You know how one thing leads to another...a couple hours later I've got the living room about done.
The plastic thing from the frig is on a towel after it took a bath. Vacuuming didn't cut it, a full bath was required. Saw a couple ants by the front door. Not that again! I hate dealing with chemicals with pets around. Spraying the house can't be good for them. May have to call the pest control peeps this year. Pablo is out trimming trees - borrowed a neighbor's pickup to haul limbs to the compost site. (see we don't need our own truck...) Still need to mop the floors and do windows.
Shout out to Alternative Leslie G - hope your vacation was grand! And that Alt Paul G didn't mind the mix up at Sahar. You out there in readerland. It's happened again! The real world refuses to admit that there are two such fabulous women with the same name. Leslie and I both now go to the salon - Sahar's in West Des Moines - but I explained to the appointment chick when I made my appointment, there are two of us. My cell number is different than hers. She's from Chariton.
Nevertheless, I got the call (while I was in Chicago at a conference no less) for LMG's pre-Florida vacation tune-up appointment. Sahar's left a voice mail as I was in a session at the time. So I texted LMG to let her know. But they must have had the appointment time wrong. The day of the appointment they called to say she missed it! I then called to explain to them (AGAIN) that there are 2 of us (just like the Doublemint Twins). The gal said "we must have put you together because I only have one phone number." Dumbshits!
So LMG arrived at her appointed time, and they didn't have it set up! She was not a happy pre-vacationer according to her email that evening. She was able to get a pedicure elsewhere I believe but other, um more personal attentions went unattended to. I think they owe her something. I'll probably get a nice gift soon. haha
Anyways - Leslie, looked like you had great weather and hope the place you stayed and your ballgames were great. Plus hope the shopping was divine. I'm hoping to score big there (avert eyes Pablo).
Okay back to mopping and windows. Abba is over and I'm on to the CD Amy made for me, a compilation of her fave tunes - which is kinda like getting a hug from my baby girl.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Preppin' for the vaca
I'm starting to get the pre-vacation excitement jitters. Thoughts shooting through my head like - "gotta remember my beach bag". Or "can't wait to eat all that shrimp". Today I told Paul -" We gotta turn off the ice maker while we're gone". I worry about Odie while we're gone too - even though she's perfectly fine at the puppy spa (dog sitter Lila's house). They have other dogs, and it's good for her to socialize with other pooches.
Sometimes that getting worked up before vacation is just too much. I don't know why I do it to myself. It's just overboard. Stupid really. I need drugs or something - why do I get so anxious. And Pablo - he's even worse than I am!
We fly out of Kansas City early Saturday a.m. on 4/10. So Paul will prolly hardly sleep - but unlike our Christmas trip, we shouldn't have to worry about ice. (though you never know - this is the Midwest after all...)
Once we get gone, on the plane and all, I'll begin to relax. The second leg anyway. Flyway used to we kind of glamorous. Now it's like a bus terminal with other scraggly bus rider, only you're flying. So un-fun. People used to dress up to fly. Now some wear what (this means you Amy) what looks to be their jammies. I'm all for comfort, but it's not WalMart people.
When we step out of that plane and into Southwest Florida International Airport, and feel that warm moist Floridian air, I'll be in my happy place. My sister Cindo will be their to pick us up. With her smiling face and her big girl bottles of Chardonnay. Pablo, Cindo and I get along swimmingly.
One more week baby...I need to hang on and concentrate at work one more week. Lord gimme de strength. Keep garbage in my head one more week, den, let it out for another week.
Sometimes that getting worked up before vacation is just too much. I don't know why I do it to myself. It's just overboard. Stupid really. I need drugs or something - why do I get so anxious. And Pablo - he's even worse than I am!
We fly out of Kansas City early Saturday a.m. on 4/10. So Paul will prolly hardly sleep - but unlike our Christmas trip, we shouldn't have to worry about ice. (though you never know - this is the Midwest after all...)
Once we get gone, on the plane and all, I'll begin to relax. The second leg anyway. Flyway used to we kind of glamorous. Now it's like a bus terminal with other scraggly bus rider, only you're flying. So un-fun. People used to dress up to fly. Now some wear what (this means you Amy) what looks to be their jammies. I'm all for comfort, but it's not WalMart people.
When we step out of that plane and into Southwest Florida International Airport, and feel that warm moist Floridian air, I'll be in my happy place. My sister Cindo will be their to pick us up. With her smiling face and her big girl bottles of Chardonnay. Pablo, Cindo and I get along swimmingly.
One more week baby...I need to hang on and concentrate at work one more week. Lord gimme de strength. Keep garbage in my head one more week, den, let it out for another week.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
More than a feeling
I had that feeling today. My first day of the year with no socks. Ah...now I need a pedicure! So I can show my toesies. They are pretty rugged looking right now. I def need to get that done before my vacation.
This morning I was heading to Mount Ayr, sockless. With the windows down listening to a rocking Dave Matthews - the new one. I was filled with creative ideas to help the Ringgold County folks with their recycling problems. I remembered that my former board member Gerald McLain now lived and had a business on the square in Mount Ayr - I could stop in and say "Hi" I was cooking!
I thought about the fact that I'm going to be vacation in a week. In beautiful Southwest Florida. With my sister Cindo and Pablo the Poolboy. He will peel grapes for us and fan us with giant leaves, bringing us beverages on demand. haha. He will drive us around to our fave restaurants and take us shopping.
This nice weather just tends to perk one up. I got to Mount Ayr at 10:30 a.m. - a bit early so I popped into see Gerry - he wasn't in but his wife said to stop back. So I met with the Supes. They were nice - and confused about their obligations and options. I felt like I answered a lot of Qs for them.
Afterwards, I stopped back at Gerry's and he and wife Geraldine (it's true that are their real names) and I ate at cute place and had paninis. It was nice catching up. G and I built up Prairie Solid Waste Agency pretty much from scratch - he was as passionate about it as I and was very supportive. I owe much of my career to him.
Now I have my hours in for the pay period and am enjoying putzing at home. It's nice to be home.
This morning I was heading to Mount Ayr, sockless. With the windows down listening to a rocking Dave Matthews - the new one. I was filled with creative ideas to help the Ringgold County folks with their recycling problems. I remembered that my former board member Gerald McLain now lived and had a business on the square in Mount Ayr - I could stop in and say "Hi" I was cooking!
I thought about the fact that I'm going to be vacation in a week. In beautiful Southwest Florida. With my sister Cindo and Pablo the Poolboy. He will peel grapes for us and fan us with giant leaves, bringing us beverages on demand. haha. He will drive us around to our fave restaurants and take us shopping.
This nice weather just tends to perk one up. I got to Mount Ayr at 10:30 a.m. - a bit early so I popped into see Gerry - he wasn't in but his wife said to stop back. So I met with the Supes. They were nice - and confused about their obligations and options. I felt like I answered a lot of Qs for them.
Afterwards, I stopped back at Gerry's and he and wife Geraldine (it's true that are their real names) and I ate at cute place and had paninis. It was nice catching up. G and I built up Prairie Solid Waste Agency pretty much from scratch - he was as passionate about it as I and was very supportive. I owe much of my career to him.
Now I have my hours in for the pay period and am enjoying putzing at home. It's nice to be home.
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