Fretting the Small Stuff

Stuff and Things

Wow, that's a title that brings you right in, doesn't it?  Also, alternative title of this blog: Ferreting the Small Stuff.  Uncovering the Small Stuff!  Welcome to Fretful's blog where we watch her point out the obvious!  Compelling, eh?

• Is it totally wrong that I'm thankful a new client didn't show up? I can't handle three clients today.  More about that later.  Much later.  Also, why must new carpeting smell so toxic?  I can feel the very few remaining brain cells petering out.  Halp us!
• In case you haven't noticed, I haven't updated you on my weekend travels to Boston because, psst, guess why?  I'm too lazy!  The Prof and our friends' 18 month old are now best friends though.  Not only can he get down on the floor with any cat and be on their level, he can do that with toddlers too. 
• Tonight is the last program with the kid we mentor.  Thank. God.  And guess what?  It's only for two hours, not at a zoo (where apparently she decided she DID NOT want to look at animals anymore.  And that's totally ironic that we, being animal lovers, would get the one kid who hates them), and it's in town.  She'll hang out with The Prof so I can sit there and try not to be too narcoleptic. 
• And here's where I talk about my cat.  My little Shrimpycat is entirely too demanding.  Whenever she hears cheese, she insists that we give her a small corner and it must be a very precise.  I gave her a piece, perhaps a quarter or so in diameter.  She sniffed it, gave it a lick, and then ignored it.  This happened several times until I broke it into an eighth of a inch big.  Apparently, that is the right size for her.  Lesson learned from this probably boring cat story:  I am my cats' bitch.
• It's time for my stroll to the bathroom.  I hope you enjoyed all the ferreting that goes around here and you didn't get hit by any of the dirt I kicked around.

Bettah Like Buttah

That title totally doesn't make sense but who cares!  I'm feeling happier again.  Or at least not the feeling down, sorry for myself, bitterness feeling I had just a few days ago.  Hopefully, this upswing will continue for a long while.  Don't you hope so too? 

I saw Sex and the City with three friends and loved it!  We went to dinner first at a Japanese restaurant and talked about weird friends and well, weird friends.  I think everyone has one particularly odd friend who can't be figured out, does bizarre things, but is actually deep down somewhere a good person.  That individual just might need some guidance to figure out how to behave.  Is this making any sense to you?  Somehow it does to me but I'm inside my brain and hopefully you are not.  That would be a bit scary, now wouldn't it? 

My favorite scene as far as cinematography goes was when Carrie ran at Big with her bouquet and beat the crap out of him and then ran to Charlotte for comfort.  I would love to watch that scene again and again just for the artistic aspect of it.  Aren't I artsy fartsy today?  Actually, I would like to see the entire movie again.

Currently I'm eating curry cashews but just before I consumed some delicious caramel yogurt.  The unfortunate thing about the yogurt was I got bored of bringing my spoon from the yogurt to my mouth and back so I moved on to my cashews.  I know it's a bit odd but fine.  Now I'm bored with cashews and will move to water.  This is making for a Pulitzer Prize winning stuff!  Move over Juno Diaz! 

Finally classy tidbit:  out of nowhere I burped really loudly (loud? I have a problem with adverbs and is that really an adverb?) in the middle of Sex and the City.  Of course, we all laughed but I seriously had no control the mechanism in my body that makes me burp.  But at least I didn't poo my pants.

Back on the Home Front

Whoo.  Hoo.  I decided to take two days off after my conference and I am loving being at home in my own bed with no snoring. None!  Or at least if I hear a hint of snoring, I can kick gently nudge The Prof to get him to stop.  And speaking of The Prof?  Do you know who was promoted to Associate Professor?  Yep, that would be The Prof and yes, it's official: he is a tenured professor.  Woot!  Now he can stop working so damn hard, uh, yeah right, and chill out a bit.   

Tonight we are going to a wedding and it is one of those weddings where you wonder why the feck didn't the bride's mother, sister, best friend, hair dresser, grandmother, god-knows-who didn't sit her down and say: Honey, do NOT marry this man.  And before you ask why I didn't say anything well I was her boss so I wasn't in a position to do so.   I hope this will work but if you live together for ten years, have to give ultimatums, purchase your own engagement ring and pick it up at the store amongst many other things, it might not be right.  Like I said, I hope that I'm wrong because this woman is very sweet and deserves to be happy.

Can I tell you a secret?  I think I love the Tyra Banks show.  I just watched a show where the woman thinks she isn't as attractive as her spouse.  She is so hysterical and seriously right on!  I think I would like to hang out with her. 

And another secret?  I might be a reptile.  Every morning I take my temperature for special purposes that you might be able to guess and if you do just shush!  People, my body temperature is freakishly low, not hypothermia low, but much lower than average.  I can't even graph my body temperature on the special chart that came with the thermometer because it is below the range.  Luckily my opposite twin introduced my to a website where I can input such information and then it graphs it for me.  I love graphs and statistics.  It's sooo much fun.

Apparently my car wants to make me poor because I found a small gas leak right near where you put the gas in the tank.  I know that thingy has a name but I don't know it.  I can tell that it is small, it stops leaking after a while, and it's not the tank.  It's more like a pipe and hopefully will be easy to fix.  I try not to be a hypochondriac about my car but sometimes I can't help imagining my entire gas line being replaced and paying $1000.  Let's hope it's not the case, okay?

A week from Saturday is The Prof's party to celebrate being smart so I'm trying to decide whether or not to give people four options with an appetizer and let them buy their own drinks or should I have them have any choice of dinner and they buy their own appetizers and drinks.  I think I'm going buy the dinner and appetizers and let them get their own drinks.  There!  I made a decision right here while writing.  Aren't I just special!

I have an hour and forty-five minutes to get ready for the wedding. And guess what else I'm doing for the wedding?  I read somewhere about a gift idea where someone took a bunch of pictures, developed them right away and then put them in an album. I decided to do that to give me some experience and give me some confidence with taking pictures of strangers.  Hopefully the photographs will turn out well or else this gift will suck.

Segue List

Here are random things about which I want to write but don't have the time or the energy:

• My parents visited this weekend and it was wonderful.  We did a lot of fun things and I wish we lived closer to them.
• I learned to sew a skirt and when the weather warms up I'll wear it and take a picture; however, I need a slip because The Prof told me it was see-through.  What?  That's not sexay?
• No one makes mac and cheese as good as I so don't even try.  GIVE UP!
• I got my green shoes from Zappos and you can find them here.  They aren't uncomfortable at all and I love them so much.  They also come in a red but I think the green are far superior.
• My best friend from high school had a baby almost two weeks ago and he is a beautiful baby.  I'm so happy for her family! 
• I have been slacking on exercise and yet I've been losing weight.  And it's not losing muscle weight.  I think its "I'm a little anxious about certain changes and I get a little wiggy when that happens".  But the changes are good so no worries.  It doesn't matter if I won two gazillion dollars, I would still be anxious. 
• Soy chai latte makes me happy and I feel like a sell-out saying I like Starbucks chai latte better than the local coffee house's chai latte.
• I got my hair trimmed on Saturday so it is less mulleteque.  The growing out phase makes me impatient.
• My 17 year old cat is dying and there is nothing we can do but make him comfortable.  Please think thoughts of comfort and warmth for him. 
• Facebook is a little addictive and when I'm on it I feel like I'm fifteen years old again.
• I love roller blading but my ankles are a bit wobbly.  Any suggestions on how not to have my ankles turn inward?

Enough of the segue list. 

A Friday Segue Edition

I must have been a very good girl this year because when I walked into my office/conference room/library/lunchroom, I found a brand new computer on my desk!  The computer fairies must have snuck  into my office and set it up.  It's like a Festivus MIRACLE!  In the back of my head, I keep thinking it was meant for the newest attorney but I won't give it up without a fight!  I didn't take cardio kick boxing for nothing! 

I love LOVED blog share.  I am half tempted to tell you all where my post is but I'm unsure if that is against the protocol.  It was fascinating reading other bloggers' secrets and I found some new blogs I like a lot.  I need to update my links and perhaps take some down that I actually don't read as much.  My goal is be more confident as a blogger, oh god how lame does that sound, and reach out.  Or something like that.  I think the cheese factor has been turned to eleven.  Yikes.

 

I like gadgets.  And shiny things.  Thus, this:

That is me pretending to be in awe.  I feel a bit pretentious owning an iPhone but who cares.  I love the little bastard.

If you are interested in about what I wrote, please go to A New Duck.   I know it's supposed to be anonymous but I felt like it is alright to open up with it here too. 

Brag time!  I made a kick ass sandwich Wednesday night and I am kind enough to share the recipe with you.  It is a vegetarian recipe but I'm sure you could substitute your favorite meat product for the tempeh. 

Vermonter Gone Reuben

4 slices of rye bread
maple dijon mustard
one apple
tempeh bacon
sauerkraut
cheddar or swiss cheese
thousand island dressing

Place rye bread on baking sheet.  Spread a thin layer of mustard on each slice.  Slice apples and put approximately 4 to 5 slices on each piece of bread.  Spoon generous helpings of sauerkraut on top of apples.  Place to slices of tempeh bacon on top of sauerkraut.  Put slices of cheese on top of tempeh bacon.  Cook in 325 F oven for ten to twenty minutes.  Keep checking to make sure cheese does not burn.  Put Thousand Island Dressing on top. 

Serves 2 (or 4 if you are not a hog like my husband and me).

Stuff I Am Supposed to Write about But Am Too Tired

Today I am supposed to write about going green but seriously, I am so freakin' tired I could slam my head down on my keyboard.  If I did that, my post might look something like this:

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I know, that is far my enlightening than what I typically write but you will have to deal.  So here is a numbered list of what I really would like to write but will only later.  Much much later:

1. My brother joined the blog.  Now it's 3 siblings and not 2 sisters.  That's really cool.  Give Fretful Fingers a big Fretty welcome! 
2. I had too much fun this weekend and now completely exhausted; therefore, I have concluded I am officially old.
3. I beat The Prof twice in Nintendo Wii boxing.  I am 2 and 0.  Kick boxing aerobics really does pay off.
4. Because my friend's birthday party theme was Mexican, I ate a lot of Mexican food.  Everyone ate a lot of Mexican food.  Mexican food involves a lot of beans.  A lot of people ate a lot of beans.  What doe you think that means?  (Damn, that was almost a poem of sorts).
5. Driving sucked because of the blowing snow on I-90 and the high winds.  The poor Prius got a totally body workout.
6. Speaking of total body workouts, my thighs, glutes, and hips hurt from playing the Thigh Feats of Strength Game.  Does anyone know what it is?  I just made up the name so probably not.  Can you guess what it is? 
7. I'm supposed to talk about being more environmental and green.  Here it goes and I promise to write more later:  I am switching from nasty chemical cleaners to all green cleaning fluids and sponges.  I love Mrs. Meyers Clean Day Home products because they are provide aroma therapy and stress reduction while I scrub my floors.  And guess what?  I can inhale her lovely smelling products without killing brain cells because we all know I need all the brain cells I have less.  Also, I've found sponges that are biodegradable but of course I can't find the brand.  Because I hate seeing things going to waste, I will used up the rest of my toxic cleaning products so I can lose a few more 100 brain cells and then it will be only green for me.
8. When it is icy out, please DO. NOT. tailgate me.  Really, just don't.  It makes me angry and all passive aggressive and I might drive even slower and tap my brakes and make your life just a little more miserable because I am a nasty bitch.

To be continued...

Scattered Thoughts

Not so much a segue edition but more random sentences with little structure.  Why?  I have today off, thanks to Martin Luther King, Jr., and I don't feel very thoughtful. 

Random tidbit told to Dutch and me by our waitress on Saturday at breakfast from behind the counter (we were sitting in a booth across from the counter): "I had to bring my husband to the emergency room when he passed out in front of a bar from alcohol poisoning.  He slept better than me when I brought him home."

Eleven year old boy jazz singers creep me out a little.  I know it's not nice and the kid is blind but it really doesn't do much for me.

I don't care that Martha Stewart did time in the federal pen, I still like her. 

I ran for 20 minutes on the treadmill yesterday and didn't feel like dying.  However, I shouldn't watch Animal Precinct or whatever it's called on Animal Planet with headphones on because I say "OH NO!" a little too loud when something sad comes on.

Donald the cat is meowing and patting me on the head with his giant paws.  Perhpas he wants attention?

Some days I want to live way the heck out in the middle of the woods where I never hear my neighbors and I see deer, foxes, bunnies, and birds outside my window.  Right now I only have birds, bunnies, and squirrels.

But I would be perfectly happy to live in my house for the next 4 to 5 years (unless we move out of town) now that we made the house "ours".  I highly recommend doing home projects yourself because it really connects you with home, like there is a little piece of you within the posts and beams.

Monday's are for Segues

Oh yes they are!  Don't deny it!  This past weekend could be described as...zzzzzz... The Prof and I did not seem to have much energy thus we did not rebuild our house twice and improve the new Boeing Dreamliner.  Instead we saw some nature movies, ate Mexican (this diet is working!  I only ate a portion of my meal!), did errands, watched Elizabeth, and did only a few home improvements.  Honestly, we could spend 366 days a year (leap year!) on our house and there would be more to do.  Because whoever did the previous improvements on this house is an ASSHAT.  That's right, an asshat.  Everything that he did was ass backwards and partially wrong; therefore, we painstakingly do everything perfect, or near perfect.  Because we are just that type of folks.  The end.

Next, I took my friend PG to swim.  I know how to swim, not with the near perfection that I renovate my house but I'm decent.  I tried to teach my friend but I am no swim coach so my brilliant instruction: 

No!  Relax your arms!  Stop splashing so much!  JESUS CHRIST!

did not work.  Plus, people who are rude and inconsiderate HOGGED THE LAP pool so we ended up in the children's pool swimming the short length.  Not so dissimilar from riding the short bus.  I tried to intimidate those in the lap pool by glaring, snarling, and  cracking my knuckles but I didn't scare them in my bright red swim cap, Speedo and goggles.  Go figure.   Instead, we decided to sign up for swim class so she could learn some strokes and I could improve mine.  I began reading through the options:  Guppy, Fish, Shark, Porpoise.  What was I?  A shark?  Perhaps a porpoise?  I was about to ask the woman at the front desk which one I should pick when I realized those classes were for children and there was an adult swim class aptly  called Adult Swim.  Those tricky bastards.  The young woman would probably have had a good laugh if I asked:  Am I a shark? 

So weight loss is going well.  I decided to kick start my diet with drinking Slim Fast shakes.  Before getting critical on me, I am eating healthy snacks like fruit and spirulina energy squares.  Plus, I'm eating MUCH healthier dinners with a ton more fresh greens than normal.  And I've lost five pounds.  And I'm exercising five days a week.  So there. 

For those of you in New England, good luck with that Nor'Easter or whatever the hell it's called.  Northwest Pennsylvania is confused and goes from 60 degrees to 20 within a matter of minutes.  Global warming much?

My parents pimp me out for various jobs.  I guess pimp out isn't the right word because I do the work for just them.  First, I am their personal veterinarian because I used to be a veterinary technician (I know it doesn't make me an expert or qualified - just shush!) so I answer their cat health questions and have the pleasure of trimming their cats' nails when we visit them in the GREAT STATE OF VERMONT.  Second, I am their attorney.  Duh.  Finally, I am now their travel agent.  Ever since I made the arrangements for Sistah's birthday, my dad asks me to find flights for them.  I spent Sunday morning finding the best flight for them.  It was tricky because they are making multiple stops and airlines HATE IT when one desires to fly to multiple destinations.  But I found some flights that were reasonable and reserved them.  Plus, I had to reserve their seats so that Mom had a window seat and Dad had an aisle seat.  Well what if there are three seats on each side of the aisle?  I asked.  Dad said it didn't matter.  I suppose if one has been married for 51 years it doesn't matter if you don't sit right on top of each other for a 5 hour flight. 

And I almost became quite devious when booking those flights.  Dad is quite adamant that he spends the shortest amount of time acceptable when he travels to see Sistah and me.  Although I love Dad tremendously, he is becoming cranky in his older age and HE WILL ONLY STAY THREE DAYS and the third day he and Mom MUST leave at 5:30 a.m. when they visit the Prof and me.   It has become comical in a frustrating sort of way.  And how was I almost devious?  I came very close to making him stay an extra day in Seattle with Sistah but I resisted.  I don't want the Irish temper to come out at me.  So I behaved.   Maybe next time...

Segues are good for you health.

They are.  I read that somewhere.  So this weekend is The Prof's birthday.  Well not the whole damn weekend but wouldn't that be nice?  No, it's just the fifth.  Let's all sing together:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY WICKED SMAHT PROF!  He will be in the last year of his thirties.  <Gulp>  And he's a cradle robber!  I have seven more years (give or take a few months) in my thirties.  I'm younger! I'm younger! Hahahahahaha.  Alright, so what are we doing for his birthday?  Taking a quick trip to the islands (yeah right, I'm the poor type of lawyer)?  A weekend in Paris (Remember?  That cafe in Paris?  JEAN-LUC!)?  Buying a new car (oh wait, we do have a brand new car, it's just having "issues" still SINCE A BIG FREAKIN' DEER RAN IN FRONT OF OUR GODDAMN CAR!)?  Well if we are doing none of the above then what?  We are picking out eyeglasses for each other (yes, we really are that geeky), buying new cross-country ski pole baskets (whatever they're called, he's in a 5 mile race on Sunday), installing he oven hood (it wouldn't be a complete weekend without a house project, now come ON!), and going out to dinner at a fancy shmancy I-talian restaurant.  The end.

I'm addicted to Netflix.  I believe I have 50 plus movies in my queue.   Every day I check out my list, rearrange the order, check the "movies I'll heart" section, and click click click away adding more and more movies, documentaries and Discovery Channel shows to my queue.  It really is habit forming (seriously, the website needs a warning - May cause explosive DIARRHEA!).  Diarrhea is one of the words I love to spell because I'm always amazed when I get it right.  Netflix is especially essential as there is a television writer's strike and very little good television is on.  And I admit it, I like television.  A lot.  I wish I didn't but at the end of the day counseling people who are about to lose their homes, cars, etc, Wife Swap is just the medicine I need to fix (Netfix.  Perhaps fix is the right term) what ails me. 

Can I share a secret with the four of you?  Yes?  I love me some Wife Swap.  Seriously.  It's true!  I want to shout it from the top of my building (which happens to be the tallest building in my city)! 

I LOVE WIFE SWAP!

Really, who doesn't love see an uber religious home schooling wife switch worlds with a tattooed, bald, free loving liberal?  Or the woman on the show this past Wednesday from upstate New York whose life revolves around her beauty pageant daughter?  And she keeps telling folks everyone needs to "sparkle"!  That's awesome!  Your life will be just perfect if you SPARKLE!  You are losing your house?  Sparkle!  Your boyfriend dumped you?  Sparkle!  Oy vey. 

And what post isn't complete without me bitching about how I'm F-A-T?  Well, first, I didn't gain weight during the overindulgent holiday (high fives all around).  Of course I didn't lose any either.  Beginning on Wednesday, I attended spin class and worked my hardest.  Then yesterday I ran (glided?) on the elliptical machine to the point where sweat poured of me (lovely image).  Plus, I'm eating better, no unhealthy snacks (okay maybe a little one) and I won't eat out unless it's a special occasion.  So far, I feel decent. The fact that I can feel the fat in my body makes me a bit ill and is motivation for exercising and eating right.  Being the crunchy granola girl I am (does anyone use those terms anymore?), I try to imagine myself healthy, fit, and able to walk briskly up a mountain in New Hampshire (rather than panting painfully last summer).  Plus I try to remind myself heart problems run rampant in my family and a heart attack will NOT be my wake up call to get fit and healthy. 

Being that I'm a bit of a geek and like puzzles, I'm attempting to create a math problem for you to figure out my weight.  It's like a game!  With math!  On a blog!  I'm going to consult the spouse for some assistance but hopefully, it will be good and fun and well, right. 

Alpaca mitten update:  Sadly, I never found the lost mitten BUT I purchased fair trade alpaca mittens at the Whole Foods Coop last night.  They are not as thick as the others but will do while I search for the next perfect extra thick soft cozy warm smoochable alpaca mittens.  Any suggestions?

A Very Special Holiday Story

So this year travel was not part of the usual holiday itinerary.  No drive through rain/snow/sleet/wind/monsoon/hurricane/locust (locust?) weather patterns.  No packing the wrong clothes because it was actually 55 degrees in Burlington and -27 degrees in Boston.  Snow suit?  Bermuda shorts?  Together?  On the other hand, there was no seeing my new baby nephew, no playing with my nieces and nephews, no shopping with Mom, no debating just about everything with Dad, no Burley Irish Ale at Pub and Brewery (maybe they deliver?), and no visiting friends.  Yeah, I know, there are a lot of nos and that seems pretty bleak and depressing.  But guess what?  It's not!  HA!  I tricked you.  Sneaky me!  I'm so clever!

Instead, the Prof and I had an incredibly busy, fun, relaxing, enjoyable wonderful holiday with just us.  And perhaps a dozen or so friends on different occasions.  We began the long weekend with a rather hysterical happy hour celebrating a friend's birthday.  For this very special occasion, she dressed in the tackiest Christmas clothes possible (stirrup leggings, a Christmas sweater AND a Christmas sweater vest were involved - please, those of you with fashion sense, don't cry).  Then we headed to our favorite restaurant, Latinos, where we chatted with the owner and ate our usual (which the owner already knows by now) cheese tamales and cheese enchiladas with mole.  So good, mmmmm, mole...

The next day we slept in late and watched our normal tween television shows including That's So Raven and Hannah Montana.  Please don't judge, it's been a tradition for us since Salt Lake City.  WE must watch our tween shows every Saturday morning.  You know you watch some lame television shows, right?  RIGHT?  ADMIT IT!!!  Actually, these aren't our favorite shows but our local NBC affiliate dropped NBC/Discovery Kids shows including Flight 29 Down and Darcy's Wildlife.  Those shows had much more complicated plots and sophisticated issues like...wait I'm thinking...

Stop shaking your heads, my television habits are a little embarrassing.  The afternoon is sort of blur but the Prof dropped me off at Borders while he bought one final present.  Hooray!  Presents!  In the evening we made vegetarian tacos and watched The Holiday.  Apparently it did not capture my attention as I fell asleep 40 minutes into the movie.  It seemed cute and I like Jack Black and Kate Winslet but  yawn...  Actually me falling asleep during a movie is not so unusual as I'm convinced I have video induced narcolepsy.  I know that doesn't exist but just let's go with my hypochondriac delusions for now. 

Now the next day, Sunday, we went to brunch for the same friend's birthday at Peek N' Peak.  Oh wait! But before we actually exercised.  As in we went to the peninsula.  And ran.  Almost 2 miles!  So that we could then proceed to eat like hogs at a troth.  YEEHA! Because that's what the holidays are really about.  Asking for not one but TWO helpings of banana's foster.  Yum... Whoops!   I'm not supposed to discuss what I ate on my blog (see No One Cares What You Had for Lunch).   But it's brunch so there.  The rest of the day involved being lazy and then putting up trim in our bedroom.  Or was that Monday?

Okay, then what did we do Monday?  WE PICKED UP THE PRETTY PRETTY PRIUS IN BUFFALO!!!  As usual, it snowed just around F'IN ANGOLA! but we arrived and departed safely and now we have TWO!  Count 'em two vehicles in our possession.  A tear comes to my eye just thinking about it.  After taking another nap, I made my famous toasted mushroom rolls and we headed to a friend's house for hors d'oeuvres and games.  I might have possibly consumed a some fruity Zinfandel but let's ignore that fact, shall we?  It tastes like coolade!  So refreshing!!!   I know, I'm usually a sophisticated shiraz drinking son (well actually, daughter) of a basket (see Dad's unusual words in place of swear words in a later post).  Then we played games and my friend's uncle and dad were pretty funny in that dad and uncle sort of way.  You know the kind, embarrassing their daughter/niece?  It's all in good fun and I definitely laughed a lot. And now I have a little secret to share.  Can we keep secrets (the four of you)?  Yes?  I played Guitar Hero on Nintendo and seriously became ADDICTED.  I sucked royally at first.  Her family possibly thought I had some sort of coordination issues at first but then I got the hang of it and did not want to stop.  Next adventure for me hopefully:  Wii!  (I know I shouldn't have to link Wii because unless you live under a rock or in a cave, you know what it is but I'm feeling pretty linkalicious today). 

Now what day are we on?  Tuesday, the 25th.  The BIG! DAY!  That will be for another post because this is getting long and possibly quite boring.  So, I will leave you in great suspense!  At the edge of your seats!  But it will be another click away, my friend(s)!