Thursday, April 17, 2008
Love is Fleeting
I met the perfect guy!
Ok, so I didn’t meet him, meet him, I online met him. But, he’s in the appropriate age range, he’s a photographer, he’s tall, he’s a Yankees fan, he’s a vegetarian (be still my heart!), he likes rock music, he’s a pothead.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Rock of Ages
A Woman Obsessed • It's All About Me •
This week’s Metroland features stories of its writers’ first concert experiences. Why didn’t they ask me?
After unsuccessful attempts to convince my parents to allow me to see The Monkees at Jones Beach and Bon Jovi somewhere else, Def Leppard announced a concert date at what was then New Jersey’s Brendan Byrne Arena. It was 1988, I was 12 years old and I was completely obsessed with Def Leppard, in particular Rick Savage. I was relentless. I begged. I pleaded. I’m pretty sure I cried. My parents didn’t stand a chance. I was elated when they finally agreed to allow me to go with my friends Jane and Robin who by that time were concert veterans. The arena show cost a whopping $18.00. I can’t remember if it was my dad who woke up early one Saturday morning to call into Ticketmaster (old school!).
The show was on Thursday, September 22. After school, Robin and I headed to Jane’s house in our ripped jeans and concert tees and waited for her dad to get home from work to drive us to the show. Much to my horror, he was late. Very late. And we had to drive to Jersey. I don’t think he got home until after 7pm. The show started at 8pm. Did I mention we were driving to Jersey? We finally got there and I can still so clearly hear Geoff Tate’s voice echoing in the hallways. We never made it to our seats in time to see any of Queensryche’s set which at the time didn’t seem to matter since I didn’t even know them. Our seats were true nosebleeds; we were practically in the last row of the arena. But Def Leppard’s shows were in the round and this was a smaller arena. I’m pretty sure I was shaking with excitement when the lights finally went down after what seemed like an eternity of doing the wave. For the next two hours, I was in true rock and roll heaven. For two hours I screamed my head off and didn’t think about anything other than what was happening in front of me—not any of the fights with my dad or brother, not losing my grandfather or beloved Spooky—just the music and hotness in front of me. It was the most amazing experience of my 12 years.
It’s rare to go to a show today and be able keep my mind from wandering to work or family or other stressors in my life. But I won’t ever forget the high I got from that first show and I won’t ever stop trying to recapture it.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Whoa
Why am I the last person to know about this?? Hello people—you are supposed to keep me abreast of Keanu goings-ons because lately my head seems to be under a rock. And I don’t care what anyone says, he is still damn hot.
P.S. Unrelated...yesterday I thought I had mono (doctor’s words—not mine). But by this afternoon I was going out for a run so I’m thinking I’m good, so no worries Jules!
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
A Cry for A Different Kind of Help
This is mostly just a cry. A “whhyyyyy” kind of cry.
I made my online dating profile public for about the umpteenth billion time and have managed to go a whole few hours without deleting it. The winks and emails are already out of control, but one thing has become perfectly clear: these men are not actually reading anything I’ve written or any of the selections I’ve made. Otherwise the 49-year-old divorced 5’5” man with children would not have wasted his time! Good lord. A word of advice: read the damn profile. Just because someone is interesting to YOU doesn’t mean THEY’D be interested in you. I’ve certainly come across men that I like, but one read of their profile and I just know they’d have no patience for me. (It’s going to become painfully obvious that I’m not really all that outdoorsy one second with me, well, outdoors.) You have to be at least a little realistic otherwise you’re going to be sorely disappointed.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
A Cry for Vista Help
I’m officially sick. White-spots-on-my-throat sick. But, I’ve made a lot of progress with the new computer, except for one not so minor problem: I can’t get my files off my external hard drive. They come up as gobbly gook.
Here’s the scoop: I used StorageSync software to back up my entire hard drive to an external hard drive. So I apparently need to use the software’s restore function to get them back. All the files have a .bpa extension. I wrote the company and they rather curtly told me I can’t restore XP files to Vista. I refuse to accept this answer! There has simply got to be a way, other than my gradually restoring files to another PC (i.e. work), burning them to a gazillion CDs, and then getting them on the new computer.
Any ideas? Cuz I’m fresh out of them at this point.
Monday, April 07, 2008
The Ugly Truth
For those of you who ventured a guess at the previous post, you were all wrong. It was a trick question—they were all true. Ha! Aren’t I just sooooo clever?
Other things going on in my life that are most definitely not a joke…
- I rented a car to go to a conference this weekend. I got a call while at the conference to let me know that my car got hit whilst sitting in the Enterprise parking lot. Fun.
- It’s been over a week now of dealing with getting a new boiler installed for my apartment. The latest? When they came on Friday (while I was out of town of course) they did something so that the the washing machine now sprays water all over the place. My landlord apparently didn’t have time to deal with it yesterday so the basement is flooded and I have a a soapy blanket sitting in the machine.
- After going the entire winter without getting sick, I fear my body may be turning on me. I’ve had a sore throat since last night and it’s not getting better. I’m sure the lack of sleep, long work hours, and drinking until 3am didn’t help my immune system any.
On the plus side, I survived my first presentation at a conference. I had a great time just talking and hanging out in the city with Jules and Christine this weekend. I have a new office and a fantastic new desk. And last, but certainly not least, new music is coming! New music is coming!
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
It's no April Fools...
How about a game? Which of the following is an flat-out, April Fool’s lie?
a) I lost control of my car on Friday night thanks to black ice and was a millisecond away from crashing into a mailbox when by some miracle my car swerved to safety.
b) I love roller derby!!
c) I am obsessed with The Biggest Loser.
d) I am blogging from a functioning home PC!!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Diary of a PC
Feb. 15
Today I got ordered! Finally. After getting refurbished, I’ll have a new home—and what a wonderful home it will be!
Feb. 19
I’ve arrived! There’s a scary cat and it’s a little cramped, but I think I’ll fit in quite nicely here.
Feb. 20
I don’t work. My owner is not happy. She took me apart and tried to fix me but only made things worse. Sounds like I’m headed back to the mother ship for repairs.
Feb. 29
Sorry it’s been a few days. My super nice and patient owner had to wait for special packaging before she could send me back. But now I’m fixed and on my way back to NY.
March 2
My owner wasn’t home so the FedEx man left a note on the door. Gee, I wonder where she could be? Could it be that they should’ve shipped me to the same place they shipped me the first time?
March 3
Hmmm...she’s still not home. I’m really starting to think this isn’t where I’m supposed to be delivered. Maybe she tried calling FedEx but they wouldn’t let her re-route me. I hope she’s able to call HP in time.
March 4
Still not home. Poor lady. I’m sure she tried to reroute me but things are so complicated...it takes awhile for HP to tell FedEx to reroute me.
March 5
Oh no! They’re sending me back to Texas! And it sounds like there’s no way to stop me.
March 25
I have no idea where I’ve been for the last few weeks, but I’m finally back with my new owner. Boy, that was a long journey.
March 26
Bad, bad day. I don’t work again. It’s something different this time but my owner doesn’t care...she’s done with me. I’m sad.
March 27
Well, it looks like I’m headed back to Texas again. All this traveling is really wearing me out. I hope my owner..er, ex-owner, has better luck with my replacement. She really doesn’t need this stress in her life. She has enough to worry about what with the cat pissing on the bath mat while she’s on the phone with HP, the cat mauling her neck while trying to take her to the vet, a new position at work that is more demanding and challenging, a bee hive being romoved from her front door, a flood in the basement that’s affecting the furnace and blocking the washing machine, a landlord that doesn’t understand the urgency of the situation, oh, and she’s trying to buy a house. It’s a wonder she hasn’t cracked!!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Insomniac
What in the World? • It's All About Me •
Why bother going to bed when you just know you’re not going to really sleep anyway, right? So here I am...tooling around the web, watching Colbert, doing everything but going to bed.
Needless to say, my brain has been a little hyperactive this week. I started my new position on Monday and I’ve had something to do after work every night this week. There is nothing bad going on; it’s all actually rather good. But it has left me unable to sleep through the night and caused some rather, uh, disturbing dreams.
Last night I dreamt I was walking over ice. Just underneath the surface of the ice were bears. Lots and lots of bears. Awake bears. They’d apparently gotten stuck like that, but their eyes were wiiiiiiide open. Although they looked rather teddy-bearish, I was not convinced this was safe. The ice was clearly starting to melt as you could see some fur poking through the surface. One bear in particular had me concerned. He was dangerously close to breaking through. I expressed my concern to whatever wackos were leading me down this path but no one seemed concerned. We got through to safety...all that is but my grandmother. When I went to make sure she was ok, I heard her scream and caught a glimpse of her...being mauled by the bear. Pleasant, I know.
Maybe I’m just tired but I think I just figured it out. This must be the final stage of chocolate withdrawal. Yes. That’s it! I gave up chocolate for lent and have been watching Celebrity Rehab to keep me from falling off the wagon.
Easter Sunday can’t come soon enough.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Apocalypse Now
It was 71 degrees in Poughkeepsie this morning.
Poughkeepsie.
71.
