Monday, December 28, 2009


I promise to recapitulate my trip to California soon, but before I do, I have to post the giveaway of all giveaways: The MEGA EXCITING CLOSET CONFIDENTIAL GIVEAWAY BONANZA. I love Winona. A lot.

And while I'm trying not to allow myself to accumulate more stuff (however wonderful it may be), I have the post-Christmas blues (you know, when you open present after present and then suddenly you're done, with nothing left to open except the bills you neglected while playing Santa yourself and you suddenly want more and more stuff?), and am in the market for more stuff anyway.

Take a look at the amazing prizes, but don't enter unless you intend to ship your winnings to me.


Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Home sick and homesick.

Is it December 17th yet??? Time is flying, but this wait to go home is KILLING me. I keep looking at my planner, turning just one page (!) over to next week, and envisioning my time on the Left Coast. Until then, though, here's what's going on:

Today: Another sick day. I should be teaching at this exact moment, but I know my body needs just one more day to fully recover. There are a couple things that absolutely need to get done though, like a trip to the post office (I have a couple cards to go out and also sold something on Amazon), and UPS-- today's the LAST day to pick up a box that came for me (inside, presents!). This evening, if I'm feeling up to it, is the last Yelp Elite Event of 2009-- an Ugly Sweater Party held at a new piano bar downtown.

Tomorrow, I will be back in the office and then to my Wednesday school to teach two classes.

Thursday: teaching, a haircut, and relaxing. I really MUST make sure I'm in good shape, because ONE WEEK LATER, we leave for California!

Friday: office all day. I'll get lots of work done, I tell myself.

Saturday: Working my occasional weekend job all the way out in (ew) Reading. But I really need the money.

Sunday: RELAX. Bake cookies for work. Watch football? Probably.

Monday: My department holiday party. I'm in charge of decorations (as always) and have done absolutely ZERO planning. It will come together this Friday and that morning, I guess.

Tuesday: Teaching.

Wednesday: Office. Teaching. Twiddling my thumbs and dealing with restless leg syndrome.

And because I've been on house arrest (although I did take a foggy-headed jaunt to Target yesterday), Richie had these beauties delivered:

The picture really doesn't do them justice.

Sunday, December 6, 2009


I set a record!

For what? For health. Usually, I get sick about every two or three months. But the last time I was sick was while I was visiting home in July (after getting over the flu in June and a bad cold in April...). Well August, September, October, and November passed without much more than a sore throat here or there. Life was good. But then I woke up on Friday, December 4th, with a sore throat that was different from the ones I get from yelling at my students. This one was the beginning of a cold, and let me tell you, what a cold it has been! I went to bed early on Friday night (after Richie's mom cooked me a surprise tri-tip dinner!), but Saturday was much worse. I self-medicated with some pho, but I was just too exhausted. Richie and I watched two movies, and then I went to bed. At 5:30pm. And slept until 7:30am.

I'm feeling much better today (though not well). I stocked up on tissues, made a pot of wassail, and intend to lie around for the remainder of the night. Luckily, I already took tomorrow off because I was going to go upstate with Richie (he's doing some research up there), but will probably use it to rest even more.

Getting sick was such a typical end to a really rough week for me, but things will be looking up shortly. In fact, we leave for California in 11 days!!!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Partner in Planning

As anyone who reads this blogs knows (because you know me), I'm a planner. Sometimes to a fault, and I need to remind myself to just go with the flow and be spontaneous every once in a while.

Well, last week, I was mapping out this next trip home (which I am more excited about than words can express). Richie and I will be spending a couple days in San Francisco and Dublin, CA before heading down to Fresno, and I was making a (very loose) itinerary when I realized that we have no way to get to the Philadelphia airport. I gave the man a buzz, and while he knows about my planny ways, he was a little...I don't know, surprised, I guess, that I was trying to arrange airport transportation so early. He's really on top of things, too, but gave me one of those, "Don't worry, it will work out" lines. I accepted it for the time being, hung up, and went about my day.

Throughout the day, though, I was thinking about "it will work out" and what that means to me. Usually, things work out in my life because I make them work out. I get things done because I know they need to be done, and I don't rely on others (in my personal or professional lives) to do it. I'd have a ride to the airport because I would arrange one myself.

Later that day, I was hanging out with Richie, and I told him exactly that. I'm not used to sharing responsibility, because sometimes it gets me in trouble. For (a stupid) example, when Steve and I went to Savannah earlier this year, we were walking through the airport to our gate. I got confused by the signage, and made a wrong turn. We continued walking, and walking, and walking, until it was obvious we were never going to make it to our gate going that direction. I tried to figure out what happened, and realized that Steve wasn't paying attention to anything at all. Like I said before, it's a stupid example, but I remember being really upset that the responsibility on this trip-- that we saved for together and planned together-- was falling entirely on me. (And I don't mean to use this example to compare Boyfriend Past to Boyfriend Present, but it's appropriate, no?)

So anyway, talking about it last week, Richie assured me that I would not have to figure all of that stuff out on my own. In fact, when he said that it will work out, he meant that he would take care of it.

Now that's what I'm talking about!