My last post was somewhat inspired by one of my favorite Christmas specials, A Claymation Christmas:
So awesome.
edit: I was looking for the video on Amazon (hint: I want it!) and found this gem:
"Are those two pieces of poop building another piece of poop out of snow?!"
or
"Are those three dookies singing Christmas carols?!"
And I'll be sitting on the other side of the room, with a look of expectation that says, "Don't you just LOVE it?!"
And they will say, "WE LOVE IT!" And out of kinship obligation, they will have to hang the singing poop on their wall.
Ok. I'm obviously getting delirious and downright gross at this point. Goodbye.
I'm sick.
I rarely get sick. Mostly when the seasons change. Even then, that might just be allergies.
I'm sure I'm sick this time.
Maybe it was the flight back home. Maybe it's the fact that California is on fire. I just don't know.
The symptoms: stuffy nose, stuffy head, sore throat, headah-y, body aches, changes is body temp (hot! cold! hot! cold!)
The most annoying of them is the stuffiness. A suggested Mucinex. But there's a couple of problems. I hate the prospect of mucus. Like, I will say that I'm just completely stuffed up and congested before I admit to having an ounce of mucus in my body. Weird and completely avoiding the issue? Maybe. But I don't get down with mucus. He said it works. But I don't have mucus (read: I'm in denial), so it won't help me. The other thing is, he said you have to drink hecka water cus you can get dehydrated or something. What if I don't drink enough water?? What if I get dehydrated in my sleep and wake up and look like this:
That's how I'll look if I take Mucinex and forget to drink water. I'll wake up looking like a raisin. (btw: that's Christie Brinkley with me, The California Raisin. She's in the news lately, for putting her to-be-ex on blast about his swinging lifestyle.)
So, stuffed-up I remained cus I was too scurred to take the suggested Mucinex.
Until! I remembered that I had nasal spray. DUH!
That stuff works! And it doesn't talk about the m-word (mucus) and it doesn't threaten to make me turn into a raisin! Cha-chiiiiing!
Into the right nostril the little applicator goes.
Except.
I apply too much pressure to the bottle and nasal spray GUSHES into my nose. BURN! DROWNING-SENSATION! CHEMICALS!
But I have to put it into the other side, otherwise my right nostril will be a wind tunnel and the left will be the Hoover Dam. The left side wasn't as bad as the right.
Some time later, while I can breathe, my nose is EXTREMELY sensitive. Too much nasal spray! Everything is making me sneeze. The air is too cold for my nose, so I'm walking around my place holding things to my nose cus it feels like I'm getting a can of condensed air blown up it every time I inhale. It's hard being all hot from the temperature, but having to hold my blanket to my nose cus it's freezing.
I.hate.being.sick.
I was under the impression that there was a parade in Berkeley. Cus most cities have a parade. I invited my sister to the parade. I told Lorelai, "Let's get ready for the parade." I was hyping myself up for the parade.
Well.
Berkeley doesn't have a parade.
But it does have plenty of activities at the Marina.
So, Lorelai, Liv and I grabbed some grub and headed down to the Marina. We got there, learned there was no parade, and had fun anyway.
Here's a few photos.
Off to have awesome, awesome bbq at my parents' now. Talk later Be safe ya'll. And Happy Fourth of July.
I hate heavy perfumes or body products. I don't wear perfume much, or scented body products. If I do, I like things like lavendar (my fave!) or low-key earthy scents.
I especially don't like Bath and Body Works. I used to get down with it and I know a lot of people love it, but it's just not my cup of tea.
Well, I shoulda been paying attention to the anti-bacterial on my co-workers desk when I asked her to use some. Cus it is Bath and Body Works and it is heaavvvvvvy! UGH! It's going to the back of my throat and into my nose and I'm already kinda sickly, so it's making it worse! And it won't go away.
Beggers can't be choosers; co-worker was kind enough to share (whereas I don't keep my products on my desk, cus I'm selfish about those things). But still.
I smell like a teenage girl getting ready for a date or something.
I left my iPod at home.
I feel like I left my arm at home or something.
I'm neeeeeverrrrrr without my iPod. :(
Sleepy.
Elevator talk is stupid. You don't know each others' names, you don't know what one another does (except you know they work on, say, the lawyer's floor, or the hospital floor, or the computer people floor, etc.), you don't really even care to talk. You're in an elevator for 37 seconds with folks you see everyday, and while you don't typically talk to, there is an inclination to speak due to the commonality of your office building or because of the silence that some folks find awkward.
Typically, I don't fall into the category of 'we must talk for 37 seconds.' I usually find it grating. I feel there is no obligation owed to any party in the elevator to make generic conversation.
Today, though, has been a weird kind of day. I've been a bit out of
sorts. And I am blaming the scenes below on my having been a bit out
of sorts.
What had happened wuz: I got in the elevator after work with. The people from the lawyers floor were in there. My guard was up. Cus see, lawyers and insurance agents are typically natural born enemies (well, the lawyers that work with insurance agents are. there are good lawyers out there... don't know if I can necessarily say the same about insurance folks... but you didn't hear that from me). BUT I DIGRESS... My guard was up.
They're in the elevator discussing something and I join for the descent to the first floor to go home. The topic at hand: gaming systems. Something I don't know much about. Yet, for some reason (see: out of sorts) I felt inclined to contribute to the already-flowing conversation. While innocent enough, I felt compelled to correct one of the guys when he said Sony made XBox, cus I don't know a lot about gaming systems, but I do know that Microsoft made XBox.
Now, the situation wasn't as awkward as I so graciously painted below (see the detail of my hair, eye color and cardigan), but I felt it was. Granted, there were a few blank stares after I spoke, and I interpreted those blank stares as "Um. Why are you talking?" but I'm sure my interpretation was scewed cus, well, I don't know. I'm just sure that that's not what they were really thinking. But I kinda think it was.
Anyway, this is what the 37-second exchange felt like:
I just took a swig of my Snapple and I feel like I backwashed into it a bit. I can't get down with backwash. Not Lorelai's. Not my own.
Also, doesn't my garbage bin look super huge and the Snapple bottle super small? Weird.
My sister is such a bitch.
Yeah! I SAID IT!
My sis came to my job and took me out to lunch. Holla!
Remember that post I just wrote about the awesome pants I'm wearing? She's wearing the exact same ones. In the picture below, I'm the one on the right (with my favorite ever cardigan on... I wear the hell out of this thing)... the one who looks like her girly bits can't breath. Give us free! (edit: i just looked at this photo after i posted it, and my hand that isn't holding my blackberry looks like it's been mauled off or something and it's cracking me up and grossing me out. doesn't it look hecka weird?!)
We were gonna grab soup, but it was too beautiful outside to eat hot soup, so we grabbed Mexican instead. This place right across the street has awesome grub. Plus, I stepped outside of my office and heard music and there was a band playing outside as part of Uptown Oakland's Summer Music Series, hosted by an awesome new wine bar called Franklin Wine Bar.
The food, per the usual, was delicious.
My sis just got a job near me, which makes me happy (but don't tell her...) cus we can hang! YAY!
