…that my cell phone redialed the last number that called me?
…and that the number it redialed just happened to belong to my boss?
…and that my phone chose to redial my boss’ phone while I was driving my car, with the iPod blasting Britney Spears, who begged, “Hit me baby, one more time!”
Yes, I do know how to embarrass myself. Case in point, I just admitted to the Internets that I have Britney Spears on my iPod.
No. Way.
I just checked to see if my photography class final project had been graded yet. The portfolio I obsessed over, by spending oodles of money on FedExed prints and driving 100 miles round-trip twice to get nice mats.
I got 100%. One hundred. Percent. Ouch. I think I pulled something patting myself on the back.
I am so giving all 8 matted prints to my mom so she can put them on her fridge.
On Monday I start my new job. This has a been a week filled with cleaning, shopping, completing my photography class portfolio, shopping, cooking, and shopping. I thought I’d play all week, have lunches with friends, hang out at the pool and finish the book I’m reading. But there was no time. And today, the Summer of Catheroo ends.
Right now the washing machine is spinning my sheets, and I just ironed my duvet cover. Yes, I ironed it. No, I am not a crazy neat freak. I just want the purple and grey duvet cover to look its best so that when Matte sees that I replaced his blue one, he’ll be so astounded at the Martha Stewart-esque presentation, he won’t mind the switch.
I am baking chocolate chip cookies for our open house Sunday because we ate the batch I made a couple of days ago. Yes, they are that good. Even before they hit the oven.
And I am drinking sangria. I have to practice Ali’s recipe before I offer the nectar of the gods it to Sunday’s guests, don’t I?
Yesterday in the mail, I received a card from someone I knew long ago. Oh my gosh, was he adorable back then, and he was quite enamored of me as well. In fact, he asked me to marry him on more than one occasion. He wasn’t working at the time, and was still tyring to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He had very high aspirations. He was considering becoming a firefighter or perhaps a scientist or doctor, I can’t really remember. Looking back, it was best for both of us not to jump into marriage and although I was flattered to be asked, I just couldn’t accept.
Over time I became very close to his family, and with my family out in California, his family quickly “adopted” me, and I become part of their large brood. His mother even got me a job at the University of Kentucky.
Although many miles separate us today, I look back on that time with fondness and cherish the memories we created. I’ve visited Lexington since moving back to California, but the last time I was there, I didn’t get a chance to meet up with him or his family. My visit was too short.
The card he sent was to thank me for the gift I sent him last week. He graduated from high school in May.
Holy crap, do I feel old.
I’m off this week. I never have to go back to my (old) job. I am free. For seven whole days. I start a new job on Monday, but this week is ALL MINE. When I was finishing up my last days at Panasonic, I would sit at my desk, with so little to do, fretting about how much I could be doing, if only I were at home. Now, I can’t remember what those things were.
We’re still moving in. Yes, since Memorial Day. It’s only a two-bedroom apartment, but we keep finding things to unpack. Just yesterday I unearthed my car registration renewal. Yeah, I’m not such an organized packer.
Over the weekend, Matte emptied out several of his boxes and shelved all of his books, CDs, DVDs, and yes, action figures. During a short bit of boredom yesterday, I considered having an action figure tea party, but the monsters just would look silly with my tiny tea set. OK, maybe I did make them speak in high-pitched Barbiesque voices to one another for a little while. But when they started talking smack to my Jiminy Cricket figurine, it started getting ugly. Don’t mess with The Cricket.
Yesterday, while Matte was at work, I was very productive around here. I donated boxes and boxes of books. The lava lamp and old DVD player too. I organized the garage a bit, and emptied out some boxes hiding in there. I took my car for a much needed bath, and cleaned out everywhere possible. The trunk, the glovebox, the console between the seats. And whoa! I found my old cellphone my mom’s been asking me to give her for months.
I parked the car in the garage. Finally!
I mopped the floors. The kitchen needed it after a messy photoshoot for my photography class.
I vacuumed.
I stuffed more boxes into the storage closet.
I watched Days of Our Lives. Did you know Steve and Kayla are back? Except Steve doesn’t know he’s Steve because of course he has amnesia. Oh, and Kayla thinks he’s still dead. Considering Steve came back from the dead, amnesia should be easy to overcome and they will soon be reunited. But will Jack arrive at Jen and Frankie’s wedding before the “I do’s”?
Today I’m going to San Francisco to get the last of my supplies for my photography portfolio, the final project in my class. I’m very anal obsessive passionate about doing a fabulous job and I want to get an ‘A.’ Considering the money I put into it and the mess I made of the kitchen for that particular photo, I think I deserve it, don’t you? I’ll post the shots to Flickr once I’ve submitted them for class so you can provide me the necessary validation.
Friday:
Saturday:
How are you spending your weekend?
Yesterday my co-worker was telling me how much he wants to do another bike race, after completing the Sea Otter Classic. Ah, races. I remember those. But I prefer the running variety. Such a sense of accomplishment. The joy. The camaraderie among peers. The last race I did was in Central Park last August, before the arthritis. It was like a dream, being able to run in such a gorgeous venue, where so many runners had come before me. I can’t describe how incredible that run was for me.
Mother Nature has smiled upon Northern California of late. The weather yesterday was fabulous. I had to take advantage of it. It would be rude and sacrilegious to just go home, make dinner, and catch up on TiVo when the day offered such amazing opportunity to get high.