Category Archives: Life

Into a manageable ball… the most annoying part that gets in the way of me starting any knitting projects!

In other news, that’s Ryan’s little guys on a boat cloth, which is one of my favorite things about this apartment. It didn’t have a home, but I draped it over the red coach!
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Last weekend I was black and blue after I was run over by a 10 year old on a bike. I was stepping off of the steps to my apartment and the boy launched his bike into my knees. Ryan turned and saw the whole thing in slow motion. Little boys now target me. : ( In the end I couldn’t even scold the kid I was bowled over with pain. It was a great way to start my birthday weekend.

This week, the bruise was a pretty purple and is quickly fading.

At least no kid threw rocks at me…

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I have NEVER been on a horse, so when I got up there, I was kinda nervous. I was excited, of course, to see Mr. Cloppity-Clop… very high level scientific terms we’re dealing with here. I should say Ms. Cloppity-Clop. When we started moving, it was startling. I could feel this girl sneeze, whinney, and move. I have to say though, Ms. Genie was the sweetest girl.

Ryan’s horse, on the other hand, was a little impatient and passed mine, eventually. However, Genie was so chill. She tempted to stray a bit and eat some grass at one point, but eventually refrained. Perhaps that was a perfect match.

We went with Ryan’s sister Tracy, who was on a horse since 2 and used to ride competitively.

When we first started trotting, I freaked the fuck out and held onto the reign and pulled it taut. It wasn’t to slow down the horse, as much as to just kind of hold on for dear life. Later, I had fun with it, although I neglected to hold my hips up. My bum hurts.

I don’t know why, but I’m really wondering how emotionally complex horses really are. I sort of doubt that they have the psychological nuance necessary to be “happy.” Like, really, other than being chill and not showing any signs of aggression, the horse is just kind of … a horse? Then again, at the end of the ride, I witnessed Tracy’s horse being all kinds of affectionate with her and head butting her. On the other hand, it might have just had an itch and was using her as the means to its ends. You know, that horse probably never contemplated the Kantian categorical imperative.

For the end of March and the beginning of April, we were blessed with beautiful weather on Sundays. Unfortunately, I ended up either straightening up the apartment or laying about making brunch of most of the early afternoon… followed by imitating a beached whale and napping thereafter.

This weekend, though (?!?!) was different! I was determined to go out. On Thursday and Friday I anticipated a beautiful Saturday and made my plan known.

“Puppy, we ARE GOING OUT THIS WEEKEND!!!”

Thus, Saturday was a marvelous day of just wandering around downtown. We met up with Ryan’s sister for Brunch. She invited us to go horseback riding with her and her friend, but I was in a dress and I planned to go shopping and sit in a park. (I was, really, a bit torn. Next time, I will be all up on that…)

From Union Square we went to Great Jones Cafe for their supposed awesome brunch. It was tasty, but it was no Huevos Rancheros at Life Cafe in Brooklyn. They did have an AMAZING Cajun Bloody Mary.

We strolled over to Soho and visited 4 shoe shops, to no avail. SHOES. SHOES. THOSE SHOES RULE. THOSE SHOES SUCK. THOSE SHOES RULE… THOSE SHOES SUCK!!!! I was sorta kinda looking at sandals. Finally, heading up town from Houston, we saw Miz Mooz next to a Game Stop… and that is where I picked up a comfortable strappy flat sandals that are pretty damn cute.

After that, we parked ourselves on Madison Square Park and did like trees… and soaked up all of the sunshine into our non-chlorophylled bodies… Swayed a bit. You know, the whole bit. I tried to convince Ryan to get Shake Shack, but he grumbled something about Jambalaya Brunch… In the end we hung out by the dog park and covetted puppies! PUPPIES! I WANT PUPPIES!

SO… no puppies. I did pick up some yarn at Union Square market, did some grocery shopping, and then headed back into Brooklyn.

I don’t knwow where my productivity came from. Obviously I am related to some sort of plant-form, because I took one look at our filthy apartment and mopped, scrubbed, and swept. I cleaned the bathroom, I tidied up the living room, scrubbed the stove, did the dishes, and I cracked the whip on Ryan too.

: D All in a days work.

In the evening we went to the (link) Bushwick Starr for some William Blake, piano music by our friend Jessica playing Ravel’s Histoires Naturelles, Poulenc’s Le Bestiaire, and Caplet’s Trois Fables de Jean de la Fontaine.

Then we invited everyone back for a nightcap our newly cleaned apartment. : )

I was SO sick on Wednesday. I don’t know what it was, but there were couple of culprits.

On Tuesday I had yogurt one day after the expiration date (I HAVE done worse though…) It actually looked fine. (Where as yogurt several days past has a tendency to look clumpy – ew!)

On Wednesday, I don’t remember having breakfast. I had coffee. Then I went out to eat at a mediocre Thai place. I had crispy duck salad and flat noodle with chilli. It wasn’t very spicy, but the noodles were pretty good.

In the evening, I had HOT Szechuan food that was delicious. Honestly, there is nothing that could live in that spicy red sauce. It is INTENSE.

Either way, this followed with me waking up from an uncomfortable dream at 5am, feeling incredibly nauseous. I stayed up for a bit nursing some coconut juice. I thought I felt a little better by 7 and left for work. That was probably a bad idea, since I leaped out of the train at the Lorimer stop to vomit in a plastic bag.

Fun times.

I went to work and ended up going home. I was in pain and I couldn’t hold anything in…

I felt better by 7pm, but by 9pm I had a fever of 101.9. I was aching all over my sides and it SUCKED.

My temperature went down by 7am to 98.9 and I felt much better so I stumbled into work…

I doubt it was the Chinese food, but since it was the last thing I ate, you can imagine that after vomiting pork belly, meat is the last thing I want to eat.

Sigh… more cowbell it is.

Our room mate L found herself at home one evening when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting her boyfriend, so she apprehensively approached the intercom to see who it was.

“Who is it?”
“I’m giving out tampons.”
“Uh… It’s ok.”
“But it’s free.”
“It’s okay, I’m not coming down.”
“No, I’m coming to you.”

always

I’m a good little minx. I finished my taxes in the beginning of February, as soon as I received all my W-2 documents. Good thing too, since I had to get a root canal and crown put in March/April – my refund went towards what my insurance wouldn’t pay. (I went out of network for my endodontist and had to pay up front) I wonder if I hadn’t done my taxes, would I still have had to get my teeth done? Perhaps it is all a conspiracy!!

It seems like the universe very much into putting obstacles my way at the perfect time.

Today, I realized that April 15 is approaching (rocket science, right there) and I had to finish my mother and my boyfriend’s taxes. Yeah, I’m good like that. Maybe I will do your taxes for you too? As long as I get to put your occupation as “slave eternally bound to the wonderous winglike,” it’s all good.

I finished my mother’s this morning. When I popped out of her womb, this is what she had in mind.
“Mwahaha, now I have some poor little grown fetus to take care of me and DO ALL OF MY TAXES AND OTHER GOVERNMENT RELATED DOCUMENTS… excellent.” This is why you should get your hands on baby(tm) too! Tomorrow, I will probably conquer the boyfriends… cause I need to get laid.

He should buy me brunch, some Huevos Rancheros from Life Cafe. (That stuff is the best – Hard shelled tortillas with fried eggs, salsa, and tons of cheese on top surrounded by black beans, rice, and guac. Every time I eat that, I need to take a nap afterwards for the rest of the day.) Sometimes I’m tempted to just shoot the stuff up my blood stream… or something.

Doesn’t everybody?

Otherwise, I felt like absolute shit yesterday morning. I got progressively better, but still achy. This morning, I still feel achy on my shoulder, but much better.

Sometimes I have an existential crisis trying to reconcile what I’ve been doing for the last couple of years and what I am doing now. The priorities that I thought were important, related to academia, really doesn’t matter anymore. My work currently has no reward in regard to what I went to school for. Intellectually, I can find solace in learning more about this business called, “Market-ing,” and more importantly trying to reenact some sort of monkey dance every week. However, where it counts in the mushy part of my blackened sickened heart… I need some work love or wurve. This wurve should be in the form of me being compensated to parse through obscure German texts to lip synch into some video run by the head honcho of this whole enterprise. ‘This celebrity’ spouting something on Hegelian spirit and why it is strong in Dennis R0dman, or something. This is all probably normal angst, but I find it disturbing and have decided to stay apathetic about it all…