That One Particular Harbour

So. Am in Washington DC. Obamatown II. I'm staying in Arlington right near the Metro so I popped into town this afternoon and enjoyed sunshine until about 8:30pm on this longest day of the year. Got in and out the hotel door only around 3pm so couldn't get in any museums. And as I'm here for a work conference and apparently all museums like to close by 5pm routinely, I won't see any at all. I'm rather disappointed and would have liked to hit up the Smithsonian and MofAmerHist. Alas.

BUT!

I did get to go on the Met to the Mall and then walked allllllllll the way around the Washington Monument, across the park/mall/thing, to the WWII Memorial, alongside the Reflecting Pool, to the Lincoln Memorial, to the FDR Memorial thing, along the Potomac, to the Tidal Basin, to the Jefferson Memorial (woot woot! for my favoritest Founding Father ever! Huzzah Tommy!), back along the park and down the Mall towards the Capital Building. Pics, from my newnewshinywhiteyay 3Gs iPhone are all here. And a vid too!

And can I just say one thing--dude we need a frakkin restaurant--a hot dog stand even!--somewhere amongst all these acres of National Parks and Monuments. It's insanely spread out and there's not a popcorn cart in sight.

Anyhow, don't feel too bad for me. I found an IHOP right back by my hotel. And then I walked around the corner and found a Chipotle (<3!!!). And THEN--!!!--I found out not only are the Nationals in town while I'm here in DC but they are playing--guess who?!?!?!--the Red Sox!!! ZING! You might think my joy culminates at me buying myself a single ticket to go to the Tues night game before I have to head home on Weds but my life is yet more charmed than you can imagine.

I have a Myrafur arriving to visit me tomorrow! And not only that but a Jacquifur and a JILLYBEANiFUR! I have a Teater3some heading up from Newport News tomorrow to come stay with me for two nights!!!!!

So yes, now you see, I not only scored 1 ticket to the SOX game but I scored 4 tickets to the SOLD OUT game here thanks to the wonders of Stub Hub and insti-print ticketing!!!!

WIN WIN WIN CHIPOTLE WINMORE SOX WIN SCORE OLYMPIC WIN

I am happy with my life. Life is good. Jamez is bliss. So much so I won't even bother to relate the story of my insane neighbor who kept me awake last night until 5am this morning. Nope, too pleased with life here. Only thing that could make it better is a ScritterCat in my lap. :( Meowmeow miss meowser meow. But Myrafur and furlets!! <3!

So. This past week I have been out of work sick. The entire week. What started late last week as some flu bug (swine? who knows) turned into a relapse of the double ear infection I had last month. And a sinus infection. I'm so fucking deaf I cannot even hear my alarm going off in the morning.

All this happened over last weekend where my sister and friend visited me and we Did Lots of Stuff. Sox game, whale watching, kayaking, salsa dancing, raw bar, etc. I can't believe I managed to get through it all. I think the flu part was manageable and that's what had me last weekend. It's last monday though when the ear/sinus infection thing started to drag at me. Ugh.

Oh. And did I mention that, thanks to the kayaking, I have fifteen degrees of sunburn all over my body? It's great. Arms, shoulders, shins (!!!), knees, thighs (up to a very distinct line), nose, forehead, ears. Yes. It's peeling like crazy now because I've been so sick I have not been able to consistently moisturize. Peeling suburnt forehead equals lots of dried skin in your hair, btw. Ew. yes.

Speaking of hair, I got a hair cut. A new hair cut. I now has bangs. Of course I've been too sick to do my ahir though to take any pics and even if I did I'd have dried flakes of skin in my new bangs. Oy.

And today is Boston pride for all the queer peeps. I am supposed to go out with some queer friends and see some commediene tonite. I hope I can hear. Crap. I want to stay home. Alas. What does a peeling, deaf, sicko wear out for an event like this?

Sister coming into town tomorrow and suddenly, I have a sore throat, am chilled, sneezing, and feel like blah. Crap. This had better go away. Does craving bacon indicate swine flu? I hope not.

The only good thing this sick day coincides with my movers bringing over my new closet system. It was originally scheduled for earlier in the morning but they're just doing it now so I'd have been out of the office anyway due to this. They're cute russions. Man, I wish I didn't look like death warmed over and in barely-not-my-pjs.

Note--for sore throats, Ben and Jerry's ChocoChip Cookie ice cream is the bomb but it does tend to make you chilled and shivery.

Must be better for Sox game tomorrow night! Must! :(

Meh. Dilemma. I want to hire a maid service thinger person to clean maybe twice a month because, um, I don't. But my kittyfoo fears the vac something fierce and is old and can't dash away easily and wouldn't enjoy strangers manacing a roaring vacuum at her. I can't imagine trying to explain in broken portugese how my kitty needs to be handled with care to the people who thus far have been recommended to me. Le sigh. If richips weren't on her way out of town I'd totally hire her and know she's animal-empathetic without a worry. :(

In other recent mind wanderings, I've realized that deep in my cynical sarcastic heart I'm actually quite adverse to deeply negative people. Be it the date who rips on Brett Farve throughout dinner for a night or a friend who can't stop saying "we lost/we didn't win" when the reality is we just didn't get selected for an opportunity to compete (and then win) or people who always read the world like it's against them--I'm turned off by it.

Oddly I suspect having made some big moves all on my own on whims/dreams of my own, I kinda feel like I know some secret about life--being it's actually quite easy to leave what you don't like and go towards what you do. Nike has it right-just do it. And so when I see life (whether it's months or hours at a time) getting so bad for someone that they're bitter and full of hate for everything around them, I gotta just step back and away. Because I can only tell them hey, yo, calm it down, stop seeing it like this and see it instead like this so many times before I give up and want to walk away. You know, like, "You don't have a hideous scar on your arm that looks like a vagina; you have a permanent reminder of the temporary joy of going down a water slide and then kinda just hitting something".

Spin, baby. It's not just for politics.

Speaking of which, I'm not unaware of the irony here. I used this LJ to vent my impotent rage at the political dismantling of our constitution for many years on here. It ate me up inside in a bad way to read the news, know the news, and to talk about the news. I knew it wasn't a nice topic. I probably lost a lot of readers/friends even on here because I did it for so long. I know it's not fun. Not an escape from reality which many of us use this place for. I know. But I feel like that's different because, man, if we ignore a government when it's supposed to be the land of gov of the people/by the people/for the people, then we're just as negligent as the man who took an oath to uphold the Constitution and who then failed in a failboat of epic failureness in a sea of failstew.

Like, as in, some things are worth the burden of slogging through a harsh view of reality. Some things though? Totally not. I mean, the more time you fight against others, you're not fighting (or even just walking along) your way forward in life. Or something slightly more poetic than that.

Oy. Hi. I have not updated in AGES and I spew all this up here. I'm actually quite pleased with myself at the moment for the record: I just successfully broke into my apt after having locked myself out by virture of removing the wrong half of my keys (i.e. apt keys) from my key set when I went out for a walk. My car key does not help much in opening my apt. A paint scrapper found in the basement, however, is a ninja tool. Huzzah!

I am Wally:

Am I the only person who often finds myself failing Turing tests when trying to make online purchases (or whatever else is trying to filter out the bots)??

Sometimes I fail to think the test will be case-sensitive (so many aren't!) and I fail. Sometimes I just can't tell the difference between an 8 and an S or a 5 when it's all confuddled with cross-hatching and crap. Sometimes I count to the third "word" instead of the fourth because I'm just not awake. And sometimes I just don't transcribe it correctly. Either way, I find myself becoming increasingly worried that maybe my Turing failures indicate something. :(

On the bright side however, I now have tickets to see two different Red Sox games at Fenway and am awaiting my special code that will allow me to buy tix at cost for a third game. I'd give out a link and explain how I happened upon such good fortune but, well, if I did, I'd only have to compete with you to get the tix I want so, sorry!

LJ, I miss u the most when I have the urge to drunk post. &hearts

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Somewhere I have a Nikon Coolpix camera. I also somewhere have several computer accessories. I have not seen any of these things since I moved last fall. Hmmm.

There are all these sales though currently for Mother's day where they have pink (!) cameras on sale. I is tempted. But I know if I bought something, I'd find the old stuff all in about a week (or a day past the return deadline).

It is supposed to be 80 degrees this weekend!

More alarmingly, I am excited about this. So, take note. It took 2 proper northern winters (though make no mistake that a Boston winter in no way approaches the cold or snow fall of WI) for me to get to a point where I could welcome the arrival of warm weather. Huzzah! I feel like I have finally washed Ohio out of my hair. Ew. Buckeye residue. Ick.

I have amoxi tablets the size of my little finger (note: this is also alarming close to the same size of my first boyfriend) for my middle ear infection, ear drops with blissful cortisone and another antibiotic (macrolide this time) for the outer ear infection, nasal drops that are supposed to "facilitate drainage", and generic claritin to decrease allergy-related inflammation.

The odd thing is, I'm not in pain. I can't hear at all out of one ear and it's itchy but not painful (now/yet/currently/etc).

As if that were not punishment enough, I still went to my small group kickboxing session this evening (I took up kickboxing, did any of you know that?) and it kicked my ass. Like a lot. I was so flipping dizzy at the end when we do circuits and throwing med ball up in the air and catch it and go into a squat. Christ, I nearly passed out. And then these recent bouts of physical exertion have brought forth shin splints like I had years and years ago. And they hurt. And tonite my one achilles is sore (I suspect this is due to my roller skating on Sunday--I want to be a roller derby girl, dontcha know?). This is the woe of me of late. But despite all this, life is good, fun is being had, and my cat is still the furriest thing ever and I <3 her dearly. What else can I ask for?

Woke up to this right outside my window:


Screaming started at about 9am for the front runners and tv crews. Thankfully I do not have to go to work (not that I could, my car is totally blocked in).

I has red shoes on today! This is all I have to look forward to. And it's already over. :/

I had MSU winning over NC in my final. My bracket netted 83 pts this year. Not bad. Not bad at all.

FYI--My bracket is doing AWESOME.

My final four includes: Villanova (yes, yes it does), UNC, Washington, and MSU.

I have Villanova losing to MSU in the final.

I rawk.

The myrafur is in teh hospital with pneumonia! This is bad news. But she's alive so it's not all bad.

Tonite is dinner at Top o' the Hub and this is good!

That's all I got.

Okay. BSG. It's over. I watched. I cried buckets. I can't believe it all. It's too much wonderfultastica in a basket of awesomestar.

But. Is it just me or....did Head!Six and Head!Baltar just reveal themselves as RDM's version of Aziraphale and Crowley??????

YAY Wisconsin! And to think, I was almost sad I was still wearing my Marquette sweatshirt this evening cuz I was thinking before the Badgers played may be the only time I could wear a red shirt without shame. Huzzah! Giess whose bracket is looking pretty damn good right about now?? Yeah, and I called the Arizona upset of Utah, too!

Somehow. I had had at least one beer oto many.. I fell asleep on the train.. Missed my stio... thank god I only live one stop from the end of the line. I don't remember anthing after hearing Packard's Corner. Oop.s Can't see very well. Can't type. I keep fixing splling errors. Wow. I guess 7 beers plus 3 shots of Jaeger in about, um, 5 hours is past my limit. There was someone traveling with me on the redline but I lost him around Wollerston before we ever boarded. He went for water. T came, I got on. Ooops.

Happy St Pat's!!!! <3

So. For whatever reason, insanity possessed me last week and I signed up for a 90 min bootcamp session on last Saturday morning.

I am still sore. So sore. I feel every single muscle in my body screaming and groaning. Lovely. That's all.

Oh, except, tomorrow? Green beer!

Hey Vatican--go rot in hell.

Over half the states in our country do not require a civics course.

Holy shit. How long has this been true? This explains so much about the last 7 years. So much. This? Needs fixin.

I love the phrase, "working from home".

Guess who just got Season Tickets to the Boston Massacre?! Huzzah! Opener tomorrow night!

So. Tonite. I'm heading to After Hours at the Isabella Staurt Gardner Museum. Never been before but it looks like there's live jazz, drinks, and other random Carneval-esque things on for tonite. Plus of course the museum in general. Arriving around 6:30 if anyone else is interested in meeting up to go in.

On a different tangent, life threw a curveball of sorts at me last night andmade me suddenly miss people and feel so sad about how things ended to a degree that I find a bit shocking. Life. It's like that.