NyQuil and the Gilmore Girls: Make it Work

Right after I purchased a million dollars worth of Mrs. Meyer's Clean Day's amazing cleaning products and was armed with my new pink Playtex cleaning gloves (with L'Occitane rose hand cream on underneath for moisturizing multitasking) I came down with a wicked cold. I mean I bought the stuff at noon and by 3:30 p.m. I was on the couch moaning.

I cleaned the kitchen, the hall bath, had wiped down most of the surfaces in the living room and even had scrubbed (er ... chipped) off the layers of coffee in rings on my desk. The house smelled divinely of basilly Mrs. Meyer's goodness. And then WALLOP! Huge horrible sinus-infection feeling swollen head, uncontrollable sneezing, and just exhaustion. At first I thought it was the Mrs. Meyer's (that stuff is POTENTLY fragranced) that was attacking me.

By Monday morning I couldn't get out of bed. Even NyQuil wasn't making much of a dent in my symptoms.

I blame Jeffrey. Obviously he brought the germ from law school. They may be smart, but I don't think that group washes their hands. (I have proof: when I was at the school last week for trivia night a girl I encountered in the bathroom RINSED her FINGERTIPS under the water for a second and ran out. Um. No. That is not scrubbing in. Dirty law students!)

So what do you do when you are home sick while everyone goes to work and you don't have cable? I watched the Gilmore Girls (Seasons 3 and 4) and read Tim Gun's book on style.

So now I'm talking really fast ala Lorelai and seriously considering throwing out half of my closet because it doesn't fit the tenets of style, taste, and quality (and fit).

However, I was home in time to snag my Old Navy purchases from the UPS guy. My $10 T-shirt is fantastic!

The End of the World

Watching Werner Herzog's documentary, "Encounters at the End of the World."

Not a movie about "fluffy penguins," Werner esplores the characters that have chosen to live, work, and study in the South Pole.

Breathtakingly beautiful, the film has the underlying theme that we (as well as a few disoriented penguins) are on a futile journey to learn about the Earth fully until the Earth "regulates" us into nonexistence.

It's pretty awesome. It's very Herzogian. It's very cold looking. It makes you worried about global warming.

And I don't understand why the one woman's bar show at the base camp is to put herself in a duffel bag and scoot around the stage.

Such is life in a Herzog documentary I guess.

Things of Awesomeness

Tonight was the series finale of "Mama's Boys." Possibly the worst guilty pleasure EVER, the show had zero content that made it worthwhile except the crazed ranting of mothers that needed counseling and that made Jeffrey and I fear for Jo Jo's well being. SEACREST! You inglorious bastard! 

And the greatest Yao Ming picture. I just can't stop looking at it.

Overcoming Some Obstacles

Friday I finally made it to a yoga class. The studio was new and clean and the clients were nice, tidy people who weren't wearing patchoili or *gasp* no odor masker at all, and the teacher was a sparkly and fun chick who was excited to see Suzette and me.

I don't think Suzette liked it very much. At one point she asked me, "Is this when we drink the Kool-Aid?"  I guess she wasn't much for the om-ing.

After class I felt great. Saturday, I woke up with a headache just felt sore all over. I'm guessing that the yoga class did one or any of the following: unleashed demons in my body or I used muscles I hadn't really been using at all or maybe just in new ways.

Saturday night we went out to get a new all-in-one printer. All was going well until I hit the same problem I've been having with my computer for several months but hadn't gotten around to fixing: I'm an asshole and I have forgotten my system administration password.

That's the password that lets you install new programs, update software, and install printer drivers onto your machine.

I knew the hard way to fix it: backup everything and reinstall the operating system.

I kept hoping for a different option. After some tantrum throwing and poodle shoving, Jeffrey decided it was time to call Keith who, although is a doctor, also is some kind of weird Apple savant.

Keith agreed I had to reinstall the operating system. Damnit!

So I burned everything on my desktop to discs just in case, and started the process.

After hours of uploading all the things I needed to after the install, I now have a machine that is doing everything I could ever hope my machine would do, except make coffee.

Maybe Keith can develop a hack for that ...

This is an uber-awesome day, folks. 

Now where is that bottle of Advil ...

Promises promises

I promised to blog everyday. I didn't promise it would be interesting.

I'm tired. Work seemed long today. I did get a lot of child-like glee out of my balance ball I've been using as a chair and it is definitely helping my back and stomach ab area strenth.

But now I'm just tired. We had excellent Greek chicken kababs and a Greekish pasta salad side that I made, so that was nice. And I had a ballet class. Then I went to Starbucks and had one of their tea lattes. I won't do that again. Tea lattes aren't that good.

So now I'm waiting on some corrections for a newsletter and am contemplating a bath. Soaking in hot water sounds mighty goooo.

Yay! Friday is around the bend!

Shake your groove thing

It's that time of year again: ballet recital time. This year the studio where I take classes is putting on Cinderella.

The adult dancers who kind of suck (my class) are the "seamstresses" and the part is about three minutes long.  I will not be on that stage.

I have a lot of reasons not to do it and they all make me sound either 1. pathetic 2. whiney or 3. bitchy.

So because I'm dropping one of my classes every week, I need to replace it with something else that keeps my old butt off the couch.

What I'm looking into:

capoeira

yoga

aerial dance

hula hoop dance

tap

Lord of the Awkward Moment

Because we don't have cable, I am watching some NBC world dance-off show. The Lord of the Dance guy is the host and he just said to the South African dance leader, "What was that dance? Is that a battle? Are you hunting? You definitely seemed angry about something."

South African dance leader just kind of stared at him.

I also like the judge from China who doesn't seem to speak English so thus shares no witty banter like the guy from India who I think grew up in L.A. or the hilarious guy from Russia that keeps making vodka jokes. China guy just says his score ... kind of angrily. And it is always 8. 

Awesome.

That Ryan Seacrest's brain child "Mamas' Boys" follows it on the airing schedule and that I had pizza pretty much makes this a great evening.