Giddy Girlie

I am on the path to getting a raised eyebrow. Tuesday I was in such incredible pain (endometriosis rocks!) that I couldn't sleep and couldn't function (unless crying in a hot bath is considered a function) and so I called in sick to work. I took my heavy hitter pain meds and felt a wee bit better 'round about 4pm which was about a full 12 hours of excrutiating pain. Lovely.

Today I was feeling blah at work and was trudging along until I suddenly felt a migraine sneaking up on me. I literally grabbed my purse and ran about 12. I was stopped only once and had to tell the poor lady "sorry, no offense, but I am going to throw up on you." I barely made it home before my eyeballs were googling out of my head and my stomach was seized up. Luckily, I had my migraine pills at hand and was able to pack my head in ice (literally, a freezer bag full of cubes as a pillow) and lay perfectly still in the dark room with the AC down at 50 degrees. It hit me pretty strong, still, but by about 4pm I was better enough that I could nap. Sweet glorious nightmare filled delusional drug sleep.

Now that it's 11pm I am finally starting to feel more normal, although my skin stings like a sumbitch, which always happens after a migraine for me. My nerves are raw and I feel sunburned everywhere. But at least my skull doesn't feel like exploding. Thank god. So I did the next reasonable thing - go to bed? no. read a book? no. knit a sweater? no. I am CHECKING MY WORK EMAIL and catching up. Bah. My brain really IS broken. I have been laying on the couch all night thinking about work stuff and worrying... man, I am I ever married to my job. I seriously have a problem. Thank god they didn't assign me a crackberry or else I'd never get any peace. But at the same time, I am worried that they'll think I am a flake, calling in sick twice in one week. I hate that!

But for now, I am off to bed. For once, I am tired enough to fall asleep this early (as opposed to 1am) and too blurry to try to read (almost done with Jane Eyre). Wish me luck.

Posted by giddygirlie at 10:02 PM | Permalink

someone's been painting again....

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This weekend I got to spend time with one of my favorite little buddies, Caden, at Jackson's birthday party. He is so cute it kills me. I gave him a grape (he asked) and he kept smelling it and rolling it over and over in his hand and I was finally like 'just eat it dude' and he took a little bite and his eyes got all big and he said, "Mia, it's delicious!" I swear my ovaries fainted, it was so cute. Apparently, he had never had a grape before and so he kept just licking it and savoring it like candy and would tap me on the arm now and then to say "Mia, it's delicious" and then go back to eating. It took him about 30 minutes to get through one grape. Priceless.

Sunday we went to the Fireman's Pancake Breakfast with the fam, which was cool. Although the crossing guard guy looked like Sid Haig and made me want to cry. The Easter Bunny had long, long, nappy fur and carried a backpack, which was weird. I think he also left on a motorcycle. At my mom's house we opened our Easter baskets, which were loaded with the worst thing you could possibly give Ryan and Evan : chinese yo-yos. Dammit -- those things were flying all over with this whole battle. I had to put them in the trunk for the drive home. It was like wrangling chimps. Forget the peeps -- forget the jellybeans -- no they wanted the YO YOs. *sigh*

Last night we also watched the Hitchhikers Guide to the Universe which was HILARIOUS. that movie got knocked everywhere, but I loved it. I haven't read the book, so maybe that's why I was less critical, but I absolutely loved the movie.

Posted by giddygirlie at 11:59 AM | Permalink

I just got home from the Lakers-Warriors game, which was pretty good. Even by my critical-although-I-don't-even-pay-attention-to-sports standards (it pained me to boo Derek Fisher, who I respect as an actual player, unlike all the Laker showboats - that's you, Kobe). I went with a friend from work and we were in a suite which was pretty cool. I've never been in a Staples Center suite before (although I have reserved the suites tons of times in my last job), and it was actually quite nice. One of the funniest things was that this guy brought his 2 kids, who were probably 3 and 5 and the 5 year-old was the cutest little girl and she kept yelling "let's go Angels - let's go!" in the standard stadium-chant. When her dad said "no, no, no... we're cheering for the Lakers" she rolled her eyes and started calling out in her loudest voice "Let's go basketball - let's go!" again, from dad "no no no" and she changed it to "let's go basketball team - let's go!" which was highly amusing and freaking adorable. I told him, she's a smart girl -- she's keeping her options open until she sees which team is doing better. No matter who wins, she was cheering for their basketball team : a foolpoof plan!

The highlight (the nachos were sub-standard and get only 2 gold stars) was when we were entering via the VIP section (ahem), a girl turned to me and asked if she could take my picture. While I was motioning "Me?" and pointing to myself, I did a half-turn and realized that the gentleman smooshed up on my back behind me was none other than Jack Nicholson. He was very nice and stopped for her picture before heading down to court-side for the Best Seats of the House. That was kinda cool. In hindsight, though, I should have put my arm around him for the pic -- THAT would have been funny. But, live and learn. Of course, the batteries in my own camera died, so I have no pictorial evidence that I was even there.

One last funny : while pulling up my pants after peeing, my ticket fell out of my back pocket into the toilet. Hilarious to see it floating but too icky to actually fish out. I wanted to take a picture because I couldn't stop laughing. Fortunately, I didn't need to leave the third level, so I didn't need my ticket again, because THAT would have been gross.

Posted by giddygirlie at 10:19 PM | Permalink

did you see last night's episode of Robot Chicken with the Feldman-Haim crimefighters? Literally, I peed a little.

I can't find the video online, so I'll leave you with one of my favorites.

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This was the book that eluded me forever. People have been asking me for years (eons?) if I had read this book and every time I would ask them to tell me the title again... for some reason it just wouldn't stick. I'd forget about it for a while and then I'd be asked, forget the title, ad nauseum.

So I was pleasantly surprised when I chanced upon the paperback for FIFTY CENTS at a thrift store (there to make a donation, and end up walking out with 10 new books is my usual M.O.). As always, I was browsing the staggering selection of cheesy romance novels and bibles that no one has the courage just to recycle... and there it was. To be honest, I didn't recognize the title at first... but something about the title and the ampesandt drew me in. So I picked it up and ran down the aisle to Ryan (browsing books on Syberia) wiggling in my happy-dog dance. We both had the "oh yeah" epiphany.

So, I set to work on it right away. And it sucked me right in, completely. Seriously, when I got toward the end on Thursday night, I got in bed at 10pm (a record setting early bed time) to finish reading (which took until 1am, naturally). Now I am in the throes of the Good Novel Let-Down. Who am I know, know that I don't have this story to look forward to? There were so many surprising twists and turns and overall just humor and affection... it was really awesome. Truly.

I have been goading Ryan to start reading it, but he has such precious little time for thousand-page novels. I made him read the chapter about Luna Moth, knowing that even HE couldn't resist it and now he's chomping at the bit to get started.

You don't have to be a comic officianado to enjoy it (obviously, I don't know diddly about even the work that passes through my own house), but some of the commentaries and references are fun if you know a little something about the biz. For example, I told Ryan to cheer up about his page rates (which break down to approx. 2 cents an hour*, if you look at it that way) when Kavalier & Clay are talking to the editor about bumping up their $6 a page to $8 (amid the Depression -- they're gonna be rich!).

The book is extremely verbose, in a good way. I have to admit that I pulled out the dictionary a lot at first and then got so hungry for the story that I skipped that step altogether and just bounced over the words that I didn't know (which were a significant number -- I must be a real dolt). The desriptions are beautiful and lovingly crafted. It's definitely an award-worthy book and I was glad to see the honors listed on the back cover. If only Kavalier & Clay were real...

*slight exaggeration, don't kill me Danny -- you're not a total slavedriver.

Posted by giddygirlie at 7:42 PM | Permalink

Much like the other Carrie Fisher books, this one is high-paced and frantic -- clearly the writing of a maniac mood swing -- but all the same, very fun. I always love the quips that CF puts together, she seems at once to be the smart-ass that I aspire to be as well as the best friend and mortal enemy that I don't yet possess.

Far and away, the best parts of the book are her letters to her unborn daughter, which assume that she is no longer in the picture, possibly dead. She tells her daughter (whom she has decided from the time of the positive pregnancy test is a girl) about herself and her family with the usual self-depreciating charm that we know and love.

Favorites :

"Deal with it apparently and all will follow actually -- that could have been my family's motto. If we'd ever gotten it together to have a motto, we'd probably have a motto and nothing else. A motto and a credo and a house."

"...I don't have much of an attention span, and what I lack in patience I make up for in ambivalence and inability to sleep. But I was hoping that if you fiercly require me, I might rise up to some of your less towering expectations. Hopefully, by the time I am letting you down in any large way, they will have developed the disappointment patch."

Posted by giddygirlie at 7:29 PM | Permalink

Of all the things that I am SUPPOSED to be doing right now, getting dressed probably ranks right up there. I have an appointment 45 minutes from now (4pm, yes you read that right) to get my nails and toes painted and re-lovelied... and still... I am hanging around the house in a bath robe.

We also just got a call from the Stewies, who are in LA and coaxing us to join them at the El Rey for a Big Ska Show tonight (featuring See Spot, who Mr. Stew used to play for and I am a GIANT fan). The show starts in 3 hours... will I be ready in time? Who knows. Honestly, I am THAT lazy. My brain is scrambled eggs and my feet are rejecting the notion of "shoes" and "standing" and "rocking out" -- isn't that terrible? You're probably thinking, 'no, that's not terrible. You're 60 years old, you should be enjoying your golden years'. Though my tiresome feeties would tell you otherwise, I am actually much younger and should not be farting around the house at 3pm in a bathrobe with a towel on my head (from the bath I took at 2pm), contemplating if I have enough energy to GET UP and go freaking enjoy myself... what the hell is wrong with me?

Posted by giddygirlie at 2:23 PM | Permalink

Between the sleeping and the reading and the paint of the table my weekend vanished. I swear, I didn't get a chance to do ANYTHING good - wtf??

And this week at work is shaping up to be just as helacious as the last few. Argh!

I spent about 7 hours total to stipple an image onto this table which sounds REALLY lame in retrospect. We have this table from Ikea that was just too bland and too blue, and I was bored and ... well. This is what happens, folks. The design is something that Ryan dreamed up for me about 10 years ago and we use for silly artwork between us. Seemed ideal for a blank table.

The Kid's girlfriend probably thinks I am retarded. She came over a few times this weekend and I was always hunched over the table in scrubby paint clothes all 'hey' when she's all radded out (yes 'rad' is a verb) for the punk rock show. C'est la vie.

also : finally reading Kavalier & Clay. Freaking BRILLIANT book.

Posted by giddygirlie at 7:26 PM | Permalink

Between the sleeping and the reading and the paint of the table my weekend vanished. I swear, I didn't get a chance to do ANYTHING good - wtf??

And this week at work is shaping up to be just as helacious as the last few. Argh!

I spent about 7 hours total to stipple an image onto this table which sounds REALLY lame in retrospect. We have this table from Ikea that was just too bland and too blue, and I was bored and ... well. This is what happens, folks. The design is something that Ryan dreamed up for me about 10 years ago and we use for silly artwork between us. Seemed ideal for a blank table.

The Kid's girlfriend probably thinks I am retarded. She came over a few times this weekend and I was always hunched over the table in scrubby paint clothes all 'hey' when she's all radded out (yes 'rad' is a verb) for the punk rock show. C'est la vie.

also : finally reading Kavalier & Clay. Freaking BRILLIANT book.

Posted by giddygirlie at 7:26 PM | Permalink