another plague on your house

I’m rounding Day 5 of what I’ve dubbed The Plague. I believe its round 2 this season so a big ole ‘Thanks!’ to the asshole who cursed a plague upon my house. Next time, lets at least give my Hubby at least one fucking round, ‘kay?

Well, that’s not entirely fair… I wouldn’t really wish this on anyone, especially a loved one, but I’m so tired of being wickedly sick. I swear I’ve produced at least my body weight in snot (which is no small feat, let me tell you) if not in excess. Within two days, I’ve run through at least a box and a half of the big box of tissues meaning I’ve blown my nose no less than 264 times. Today, the count is probably closer to 400. Day 3 started with aches worse then any car accident produced and at the end of it all, I’ve decided I hate Mucinex and will not touch it unless I am on deaths door.

Which, with the rate I’m catching colds, may not be too far off.

/ rant.

Sorry, it needed to be said. At this point, I’m still producing a lovely amount of mucus, can’t smell, can’t taste, behind on work and the house is a mess. All in all a very productive week for me.

Now if I can get back to my life, that’ll be just jolly.



So in the vein of new year, new things, I’ve started to bring things back home, a sort of back to basics bootcamp for myself (like that alliteration?).

I opted for something simple and small to try cause you know there’s nothing better than turning a new page right to failure. So in combing through what little items I’ve pinned on my boards (they’re a bit bare right now but I’m warming up to it) I found directions for perfect home popped popcorn.

Perfect Popcorn sounded easy enough with delicious potential. I never liked the taste of microwave popcorn but didn’t snack enough on it to warrant the purchase of a popcorn maker (I’m cheap! Seriously). So doing this at home without having to purchase another kitchen appliance to store in the space we don’t have was oh so appealing.

Out I went to the local grocery store to buy kernels and canola oil. It was a pretty cheap purchase compared to buying the bagged microwave version. Maybe, if I feel nerdy enough, I’ll do the math to compare which is ultimately cheaper. Although, my labor costs being what they are, it might not be a fair shake.

In any case, results were much better than expected. I ate that entire bowl of popcorn to myself and left the Hubby high and dry when he came meandering down once the aroma wafted upstairs. I would say this was a super win! From now on, I will always make my popcorn this way.

*This post will be updated with a picture the next time I make it.

new year, new thing

Coming back to the blinking cursor, I can’t help but wonder if this thing is sustainable? Something I’ll be able to carry on to the end of the year? With a pile of discarded drafts from the past year in my wake, I can’t help but think that this will be yet another miserable failure as I try to bring my life back to Ready. Set. so that I can just Go.

But only time will tell.

Will you dare a dance with Lady Fortune?

the spreadsheet

So keeping in line with the changes theme, there’s another small one I’ve taken under my wing. It’s a common and simple practice that everyone can do. In the past I just worked with ballpark  averages in my head, estimating what was and was not there, and just guessed really, really well.

What can I say? I’m good with numbers and Asian as a by product.

In any case, as the title mentions, we’re starting to keep monthly spreadsheets of what’s coming in and going out. It’s a really simple and basic sheet collecting the bare minimum. If I were nerdy and more inclined, I would make a jazzy spreadsheet much like the ones I invest in at work.

But for my needs right now, this works. I wanted to get a clear idea of where every penny was going, just in case the straits got a little tighter.

My spreadsheet is collecting just some basic data:

  1. A generic category (Bill/Food/Mortgage/Gas/Home/Deposit)
  2. Sub category (you don’t really need this, I just got anal during one of my filter sessions and added it after the fact)
  3. Date
  4. Description (I usually just collect where I spent the money)
  5. Amount Spent
  6. Amount Deposited

That’s it. Simple and easy. I text or email myself the details if I don’t have access to my spreadsheet. Just keeping this running tally has opened my eyes to where my money is really going. April was a bit of an off month since we had taxes and insurance due (oh so fun!) so I’m hoping that in May it stabilizes itself a bit more, but we’ll see.

It’s a great exercise to do even if it’s just for 1 month. The spreadsheet will  give you an idea of where all your money went so you’re not left wondering at the end of the month, “Where the hell did my money go?”

Now you’ll know.


So I feel a change is a coming. Or maybe that’s just gas from the new “health” conscious diet that I’ve started, doctor’s orders. Well, not so much diet as “health” conscious eating choices? That’s consideration for another day.

Either way, there’s a shift happening and I’m not quite sure if I’m comfortable with the new direction.

Actually, if I’m brutally honest with myself, I’ve become too complacent with my life, as funny as that sounds. But I need a challenge. I’m becoming quite bored with the new static and I need to become uncomfortable again.

Maybe not uncomfortable, but I guess I should start applying myself to life. For so long, being in ‘The Pit’ warped my sense of time and urgency. Work was always the focus, making the rest of it all a bit fuzzy and numb. Now that work has taken more of a passenger role in my life, having my own time and my own life leaves me feeling fuzzy.

It makes me sad to say that my life feels fuzzy. Especially knowing that my friends who are at ‘The Pit’ still live in this condition. But maybe not. I’m an admitted workaholic. So I worked and worked and then worked some more. Maybe because I couldn’t focus and see the forest beyond the trees anymore, I focused blindly on work. Working that much at ‘The Pit’ gave me the singular focus of working and justified all my laziness.

Whatever works.

Pop psychology at it’s best here.

But I’m more than ready to move on.

the next chapter

So life after Damnation feels okay. It’s been about 2 months now and I’m slowly emerging from ‘The Pit,’ brushing away the cobwebs that settled over the rest of my life.

I won’t say that I’m glad to be gone because that is not the entire truth. I still think of my past co-workers often and miss the office of ‘The Pit’ much more than I thought I would. I want to know how everyone is getting along and wish only the best for those I’ve left behind. Because that behind is going to be a mess in a couple of months. A colossal train-wreck just waiting for an oil tanker to ram right through and ignite a fireball of insanity.

You may think I exaggerate, but I kid you not.

In any case, moving on. The 3+ years I spent there will be referred to as Damnation and the physical location as ‘The Pit.’ I think these are fitting references for that work environment. Which doesn’t say much since these monikers feel mild and I still loved my time there. It was just the insanity, drama and games that forced me to leave.

The new yonder will hopefully bring a return to work/life balance. Obviously, I’m a workaholic so I will always push. But maybe the man will push back and let me breathe a bit more here. Which gives me more time for you dear readers who I’ve ignored for so long. Which is probably all of one of you, my dear husband.

Off we go into the sunset.

the April 2010 event

April showers bring May flowers. But the DC Cherry Blossom Festival this year completely negated that saying, at least from what my little eyes could see. Pink and white blossoms everywhere. The Hubby and I walked for miles and miles around the Basin and through the National Mall. It was a gorgeous day just to be a tourist.

But crowded beyond belief. So much so that traffic was at a standstill around the Mall because they couldn’t move around the hoards of us pedestrians.

The Hubby, armed with his shiny new camera took a ton of pictures that I am just too lazy to transfer and upload. That best of a camera is just too much for me to bother with. Call me lazy, but I just don’t want to deal with the head. I’m fine with my little point and shoot, thank you very much. But one day I’ll rise from the lazy haze and upload the pictures. Some of them are breathtaking… the Hubby does have a fine piece of equipment.

Well several fine pieces, but that’s chatter for a completely different type of post.

Ahem. Moving on.

We travelled down for 2 days, 1 night, making a weekend trip down to D.C. Staying at the Westin, great accommodations for the price, but I think next time we may want to be a smidgin closer to the Mall just so we could take some scenic strolls at night. Always an activity that makes it on the ‘To Do’ but never quite gets done. Maybe next time. It’s only a couple hours drive from Philadelphia. If I were twenty, I would just drive down Friday night to take the strolls and make my way back home Saturday afternoon.

But I need what little sleep I can manage these days.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen at thirty.

But I never traveled this much without paying a cent when I was twenty. So age has it’s benefits. I hope I can manage more free travel in 2011, but I have a sneaking suspicion that 2010 was just a fluke.

But one can dream. More 2010 travels events to come. Hopefully, before the new year starts.