Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I'm a big girl now!
What are these rules? Where can I get a copy?
Other than a glib thought that, in 2008, a woman should be able to be friends with anyone she wants, including married folks regardless of gender, I've never really thought about the propriety or impropriety of friendships with those in marriages or serious relationships. When I was a preteen, I remember my mom saying that proximity breeds desire. I thought that was just old-woman-crazytalk back then, but now I think there's something to that. Think about interoffice romances, the boss doing his secretary, Jim and Pam, Dwight and Angela. Think about Jaime Gumm: We covet what we see every day.
Now that I'm in the most mature relationship of my life (mature as in we are both trying to act unchildish, not mature as in we are both approaching middle age, for Christ's sake), I no longer act like the cool girlfriend (Mental Note: blog about that later). I see that it's necessary to be vulnerable, to express emotion, to let the other person know I appreciate him and think about him. And I found all this out when I met pretty much my equal in this relationship. He can be as hard-to-read and aloof and fiercely independant as I am. A good friend of mine characterized our early relationship as 2 icebergs colliding. Yikes. But now we both talk about our hopes for this relationship and about each other. It feels like a new & different place for me, but it's warm & comforting too.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Mrs.
In anticipation of the field trip, my 5th grader brought home a sheet of paper today listing the parent and his/her assigned handful of children to watch over while at Marshy Point. The paper referred to the parents by a Mr or Mrs and then their last name. So, I am Mrs. Hugh. I married myself, apparently. What happened to Ms., goddamnit? Women don't need to be married to have a child, jackasses. Hello, the 1950's called and they want their rigid, backward notion of a traditional family back, before Mrs. Cleaver has changed into a dress, chilled the gin, and put the pot roast on the table.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Happy
More to come... there's a scheduled outage now.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Do this right now
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions if you want to.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
Here's mine: "The documents listed are intended to be illustrative and not all inclusive." (Mitchie's Annotated Code of Maryland, Commercial Law 1-202, comment 2)
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
My New Job Status
This guy stole from her, pushed her around some, and has put her through a lot of grief while he accrued a long list of arrests. And yet the thought of not being able to see her son reduces her to tears. I'm sure the cynics among us would say that she didn't raise him right, or she's being dramatic. I can't think that way. As much as people in general tend to annoy me, I do see potential in people, a capacity to hope for better things. The day I start hating people in general is the day I will no longer be a proper mother to my girls. It is also the day that I will buy a gun. Just kidding.
And when it came to my fees - the part I hate the most so far about practicing law - the woman pulled out a white envelope and handed me cash, telling me to take care of her son. No pressure there.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Here I am
1. I am now my own boss ("self-unemployed" is how my boyfriend refers to it). Check out my website: www.hughlegal.com. I have business cards and everything. Whoohoo.
2. I like being able to walk my kids to school in the morning and walk back with them in the afternoon.
3. I've started reusing plastic Ziploc baggies, just like dear old mom. I hated it when she did that as I was growing up. I remember thinking something along the lines of "I don't want to bring my used sandwich bags home so you can use them again in tomorrow's lunch. I hate it when my apples smell like yesterday's bologna sandwich. Jesus Christ, could you stop being so f-ing cheap and just throw the bags away? And for that matter, could you stop buying toilet paper with the same thickness as pantyhose?"
4. My daughter's guinea pig is a crap machine. The moment it gets put back in its cage after new bedding has been put down, it runs around the cage, dropping curiously uniformly-sized pellets all over the goddamned place, like F2 bombers spreading George Bush's joy all over the Middle East.
5. I feel like I have no time to return phone calls or have an actual social life and yet, I also feel like I waste so much time agonizing over tiny details. Maybe I have adult-onset obsessive-compulsive disorder. See how I use all those hyphens? Notice how I thought the guinea pig poop was "curiously uniformly-sized"?
6. The gym teacher at my kids' elementary school is pretty hot. He stands by the safety patrol in the morning and says hi as I walk by with my kids. His shoulders look good in the fitted polo shirts he wears. It's the stuff of good pornos. Not the bad ones featuring whores with dirty feet and ugly men, always one guy with a ponytail, one with a mustache, and at least one with zits - the kind of porn that leaves me gagging (not for THAT reason, you dirty, dirty thing) and repulsed by intercourse in general.
7. Physically, I think Michael Phelps is the male equivalent of Sarah Jessica Parker.
8. I want to go to a Ravens game soon (and often). Also, I need a team jersey.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Hire me
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Beds we lie on
Years down the road, I wonder if he'll even know what he's missed.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Grown-up Stuff
By the way, my boyfriend and my ex met each other this past Saturday at my girls' birthday party. It was weird, to say the least. My BF didn't like my ex at all, called him scum and drug addict, though not to his face. He's an overreactor, quick to anger; thumbs up. But, the party went very well and my girls had a lot of fun.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Freeze my head, please
1. Everyone will always have an opinion about what you do, wear, or say, and those opinions will never, ever be one of uniform support. So, while you may not be able to forget about what others think, at least try to enjoy everything you're doing while you're doing it.
2. You don't have to be the world's premier expert at something to continue to do it.
3. Failing does NOT mean you are a failure.
4. You do not need to lose any weight.
5. Don't give your amazing dog, Truman, away after you have children.
6. Be choosy about who you date. Don't be flattered just because some guy talks to you.
7. You are attractive and have a lot to offer. Stand tall and be proud of yourself.
8. Call your youngest sister. Remember that you love her.
9. Even if you have to beg, borrow, or steal, scrape up enough money to attend the destination wedding of your best friend from high school.
10. You are capable of making smart decisions and controlling your destiny.
11. Find a little company that goes by the name Google, Inc. in Menlo Park, California (Palo Alto, after 1999). Offer to enter data, answer phones, mop the floors, clean the bathrooms, anything in exchange for stock options.
12. You're not shallow by thinking you need money to be happy - you're smart. While money doesn't guarantee happiness, it sure makes it easier to find happiness.
13. I've sent you $7000 via a time machine that looks like your microwave. Use the cash to get a boob job. A really good one. And don't go with the double Ds.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
No. 1 Kitchen
My contractor is here right now, putting in my sink! I am so happy about that. It's a beautiful new sink too - glossy white porcelain, farmhouse-style. I couldn't be more pleased with it. My kitchen is mostly modern, toned down by some cottage-y elements - stainless steel appliances, plain white cabinetry with stainless steel handles, steel cabinet legs in lieu of toekicks, shelving on the walls instead of wall cabinets, butcher block countertops, farmhouse sink, wood floors. I'm thinking of painting one wall a pumpkin/paprika color, one wall a faint sky blue, and the others a glossy white.
Yes, I am aware this post sounds very pretentious and yuppie. HOWEVER, I chose everything for its reasonable price. I didn't get marble or granite countertops, although I love the look of white Carrera marble. My cabinets are from Ikea and are not custom-made. I assembled and put the cabinets in myself. My dad and I gutted the kitchen. So, anyway, when it's all done, you're all invited over for a kitchen-warming party! And I'm not even registered at Pottery Barn.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Some stuff
Blahblah. I feel blah today, overwhelmed a bit, out of sorts. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I have no functioning kitchen at the moment (getting new cabinets & sink put in) and I have to wash my dishes in the bathroom sink.
Friday, June 20, 2008
I am not Demi Moore
Monday, June 16, 2008
1 for 3
Father's Day
When my girls came home, Char had made a card for her dad, who she did not see. I don't know what he was doing, but he didn't visit with the girls. Maybe there was an emergency in the dog food aisle. She also took $1.00 of her allowance, made her granddad take her to the store, and bought her dad one of those chocolate-covered cherries wrapped in red foil, the kind you can buy just one of, near the cash registers ("Because Daddy LOVES those!"). I can't bear to look at the card, because I know what's in there. Every year, Char makes a card for her dad, and on the inside is a drawing of her holding hands with him. There are birds flying all around, the sun is happily shining, and bees are buzzing around. My heart breaks for her every year.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I need a J-O-B
Monday, June 9, 2008
Baby, it's cold in here
I'll be 35 soon. What am I doing? Where am I going? What does friendship mean? What does trusting another human being entail? Where do I begin and my fears end?
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Bad Soccer Mom
But the moment she steps onto the field, my eyes are glued on her for the rest of the game, practice, whathaveyou. I'm surprised she doesn't shield her eyes from my laser-beam stare. I love how she watches the ball and the moment there's an opening among all the frantically kicking legs, takes the ball, dribbles it down field, and scores. I'm pleased that my offspring has come out on top. Maybe it's my own personal mini-Darwinism, maybe it's the fact that I'm living vicariously through my daughter, who will feel such pressure due to this, that she will become an art history major and then work as a barista in Seattle somewhere.
Monday, June 2, 2008
I hate OPEC
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Indiana Jones and the Quest for Lost Youth
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Still no pills
Another thing that's been on my mind is this whole blending of families thing. I've got my 2 girls; he's got his cat. I'm serious about the cat thing - it's a whole big issue. If we were to live together, I'm allergic to cats, so he's concerned about having to make a "choice". I'm sorry, but, Jesus Christ, I can't believe I'm competing with a cat. I understand he's had the cat for over 17 years, but to even have it be a choice is rather insulting to me. It's not like he'd have to get rid of the cat, just leave it at his mom's house. Once he compared his cat to my kids, and asked me if I'd be happy about making a choice about leaving my kids. I tried really, really hard not to laugh and also yell at him.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Ran out of pills this morning
"Hi, here you go - it's a necktie. Yeah, I know you've only worn a tie twice ever in your life, once at Susan's wedding, and once at your wedding, and that you never had to wear one to the office because you didn't work in an office. I know you could probably buy a necktie factory for yourself, but... enjoy! Yeah, I'll never make as much money as you have, but thanks for making so many sacrifices so that I could have more opportunities than you ever had. That is a source of genuine guilt for me and the biggest indicator of your love. You have no idea how many nights I've stayed up thinking about all the time, youth, happiness, and health you've lost. Also, the tie is a symbolic gift, a sort of notice to you that I felt so constricted by you as a young girl. I wanted you to pay attention to me as a person, not just as a disappointing, A minus student. I wanted to you to, just once, tell me I looked pretty. I wanted you to take me fishing a second time, even though I frustrated you on the first and only trip by not learning as fast as you wanted me to. Ok, so Happy Father's Day! I brought chocolate croissants!"
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I Heart JP
Monday, May 12, 2008
9 consecutive rainy days make me grumpy
And this photo just screams, "Thank you, may I have another?"
No hat
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Horses and Hats
Dispensing of the social causes of their more passionate parents, yuppies tend
to be 9-5 professional workers. Because of this, some people see them as sellouts. Yuppies tend to value material goods (especially trendy new things). ... Unfortunately, the fast paced pursuit of these material goods has unintended consequences. Usually in a hurry, they seek convenience goods as services. Being "time poor", their family relations can become difficult to sustain. Maintaining their way of life is mentally exhausting.
Wow. Well, that being said, I think I'm going to Preakness next weekend and I need a fancy hat and sundress. Let me know if anyone has either I can borrow, because, while I am not a yuppie because I am poor, I like to play one on tv. I liken myself to the hooker Julia Roberts played in Pretty Woman, who used Richard Gere's credit card to go on a fabulous shopping spree and then went to a polo match in that cute brown polka-dotted dress and brown hat. Except for the hooker part.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Smooshed
The resort's private island, which we snorkeled to, was smashing:
And, the guy was smashing:
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Manic stuff
I tried on my bathing suits today so I could steel myself to the horror. My ass looks hideous, more jiggly than I've ever seen it - ever. I know I'm my worst critic. And my critic says, "Work that ass OUT!" Blah.
I tucked my little girls into bed at my mom's house tonight, gave them big hugs and kisses, and told them I was going to PR to scope it out, so that we can all come together next time. I miss them already.
I need some sleep. That's what the beach is for...
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Wax on
Friday, April 25, 2008
Take me away
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Racquet/Racket
Monday, April 14, 2008
Paint
Unfortunately, the paint color I chose for my front hallway, called "Field Linen", was supposed to be a pale straw color. However, it turned out to be more the shade of pale straw lightly misted in Pepto Bismol. So, over the weekend I experimented with new colors.
Paint try-on #1: Dark, dark olive green. Going for a dramatic, sort-of enveloping feeling when you walk in the front door. Gorgeous color, but way too dark for a hallway that gets very little sunlight.
Paint try-on #2: Very pale mint green. Think it's called "Spring Whisper". I painted it on this morning before I left for work, and hated it - too white, washed out. Maybe I'll think differently tonight when I get back, since it's had time to cure all day.
I think I'll try to find that pale straw color on the third go-around.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
I will die alone
I'm still stunned. I said very little to him after he told me; I asked logical questions about trusting her again, what's changed in her, what'll be different this time around. However, I didn't say he was crazy. And I didn't tell him that if he did go back to her, things between us would be different. Different how? Different in the fact that I will let go of a small, crazy, persistent belief that one day he and I would end up together. Different in the fact that I can no longer list him as my emergency contact. Different in the fact that, while he has regained his hope of being with someone he wanted to end up with, I have lost my hope in the very same thing. By the way, he also told me that he wanted to grow old with her in the worst possible way. So, today I woke up and, not to sound melodramatic, but everything seems slightly askew - everything is really the same, but I feel like I'm walking around slightly sideways.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Good night
Hmmm, maybe I won't go to bed. Maybe I'll just stay up, because really, I'm not sleepy. I am hungry though, so I'm going to eat a bagel I got from Wegman's. Maybe I'll eat my bagel and watch an episode of Eli Stone that I've DVR'ed. For a second, I thought about going to my gym, which stays open 24 hours during the week. Maybe I'll do all these things, only really, really slowly.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Law Office of Me?
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Gimme
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
FYI
Friday, March 21, 2008
My New Haircut
Check this out first - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JMOh-cul6M
Then this - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNfyBqrAaPk&feature=related
Thursday, March 20, 2008
I like shiny things
I bought this lovely patent leather handbag by Kenneth Cole:
I feel fabulous walking down the street with it.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Nonsense
Why is excessive phosphorus bad for the Chesapeake? It encourages excessive algae growth, which blocks out sunlight to the lower depths and reduces oxygen for blue crabs, fish, and other Bay creatures.
Meanwhile, individual freedom is being invaded. Everyone will probably have to go out and buy Bluetooth headsets so we can use our cell phones in our cars (hello, BestBuy, thanks for contributing to the campaign), and we can no longer text in our cars. Also, we won't be able to video gamble (not that I do, but now I can't even if I wanted to) at local bars anymore, because none of the revenue goes back to the government, and also, it'll probably interfere with slots revenues in the future. I almost forgot the best part - speed cameras all over the place!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Does it need definition?
Last week, I had lunch with a guy pal of mine and, of course, we discussed the whole Spitzer-hooker thing. Then the conversation evolved/devolved into what cheating means: Is a blowjob cheating? What about phone sex? What about going to a strip club?
He had a very loose definition of cheating. He said sex with a third party involving emotions is definitely cheating, but here are things he said were either NOT cheating or was noncommittal about: hiring hookers, getting a handjob from a masseuse, phone sex with a third party, getting a lapdance, talking dirty with someone face-to-face.
And I felt like an old lady, because I was unable to say, flat-out, that X,Y, and Z is cheating or A,B, and C is cheating. I said, and still believe, that even holding hands (hear me out) with another person could be considered cheating, because cheating goes to your state of mind. I think that an act that would be a dealbreaker for some would be no big deal for others.
So what is cheating, to me? Ok, if I asked my boyfriend what he did last night, and he did something with another woman that he is afraid to tell or uncomfortable about telling me, then he cheated. Period. To me, the deciding factors are his state of mind, his intent in acting as he did, and whether he could reasonably have believed that he was keeping the loyalty and trust between us intact.
And, while the meaning of cheating is not black and white, the effect of cheating is, in my book. I cannot abide disloyalty. I know me, and if I stayed with someone who cheated on me, I would never be able to respect his decision-making capacity, and would always question his devotion, his word, his promises. I don't need my significant other to call me twice a day or always include me in activities with his friends, but what I do need, and will not bend on, is that he keep the promises he makes. And if or when there comes a point where he can't keep a promise, then he needs to tell me before he acts, so that at least I will have a valid decision to make in the relationship.
Blahblahblah.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
I Heart Google
- solar panels convert sunlight into clean electricity that fuels Google's operations
- Employees are encouraged to move around within the company. This is perfect for me, since I get bored easily with the same job, same activities over and over again. Google will prevent carpal tunnel syndrome in my brain.
- on-site lap pool, huge company gym, beach volleyball, roller hockey in the parking lot (i don't play volleyball or roller hockey - YET)
- pet-friendly; I'd be able to bring my hypothetical new puppy.
- 11 free gourmet, organic cafeterias
- pajama days
- 99% of employees hold stock options; a single share of Google stock costs more than $700 (right now, I can afford to buy, let's see... 1 share, if I don't pay any of my utilities this month)
- free on-site medical care from real doctors
- free company shuttle services from 5 Bay area locations
- car washes & oil changes for employees who drive
- on-site hair salon
- reimbursement up to $500 for takeout food for new parents
- personal concierge services
- FREE on-site childcare. This alone is worth it.
- free use of washers & dryers; dry cleaning service also available
- motorized scooters for employees to use as they move around the Google campus
- company property is referred to as a "campus"
- company bookmobile (yes, I'm a total nerd)