Saturday, March 30, 2002
So I had almost finished a long entry about my day thus far, when the Volkswagen site crashed IE, taking my work with it. Feh.
Anyway, let's try this again. I was up, showered and out of the house at ten, which is really quite early for me on a Saturday. It's a gorgeous day, so I headed up the mall to forage for bargains. I ended up with a new watch (sort of like this one), new sunglasses(although I'd never pay that much for sunglasses, and these were on super sale), some nice bath stuff from Bath and Body Works (I'd link them, but their corporate web site sucks major ass), and a few new CDs (check the sidebar there). All in all, a very successful trip.
I'm planning to take Mavis in for a bath later on. She's in desperate need of one. I should really get her detailed, because the interior is full of dirt and cat fur, but I really don't need to spend the money on that right now (says she who just got back from the mall). I'm seriously trying to save some money up for new furniture and for all of the pretty Pottery Barn stuff I want for the bathroom, once the painting and wainscoting is done.
As an aside, if anyone has seen Panic Room, could you mail me? I have an odd question to ask, related to my job. I'm probably going to go and see it, anyway, to confirm this issue that's come up, but I'd love to get some comments from others who have already seen it. It's not going to get you into any trouble, I promise. Seriously. You can trust me. I'm a lawyer, remember?
I need to get some new windchimes. We hung a set that we had received as a gift out on the front porch, but in that storm a couple of weeks ago, several of the pieces of stone that make it up got broken. I love hearing the sound of them, so I want to find a new set. Suggestions?
Well, I'm starting to feel very guilty about hanging around the house when there's all this beautiful weather to be had. Lord knows I'll be tied to the coffee table tonight, since I have a 150-page training manual to review by Monday morning and we're being heathens and going to the New York Auto Show tomorrow instead of hauling down to Dave's parents' place. How sad is it that we'd rather look at cool cars than sit around and eat ham with his folks? I guess not very. I'm really looking forward to the show. Oh, and there's a Devils-Leafs game tonight, and an older episode of Trading Spaces. I am SET, I tell you.
Hi, I'm Heather, and I'm pathetic. *laugh*
02:56 PM EDT
Thursday, March 28, 2002
Is she supposed to be wearing a turtleneck?
02:40 PM EDT
Well, since today appears to be shaping up to be relatively low-key, I thought I'd go back to posting a few little news items.
This horror demonstrates most powerfully to me that for all of its modernist posturing, the Saudi government still lives in the Dark Ages. I just *love* that the religious police (there's a nice term for you) are called the "Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice."
Oh, and I heard Dubya say this morning that the US condemns the Passover bombings in the Middle East yesterday in the "most strongest" terms. Can Colin Powell help him out with the grammar? Please?
10:10 AM EDT
Wednesday, March 27, 2002
Note to self: When you think that you're finally ready to watch the 9/11 documentary, you're not.
08:21 PM EDT
Tuesday, March 26, 2002
I've either got a head cold, or my allergies have taken a strange and disturbing turn. I woke up this morning with a severely dry throat, drippy nose, and a cough. My Canadian Zyrtec, acquired during a trip there last summer, isn't really helping, either, which leads me to believe that I might have just picked up the sniffles at some point over the past week.
We got a sympathy card in the mail yesterday from the staff at the emergency veterinary hospital where Peabody died. I thought it was a nice gesture, since there was a handwritten note inside from the vet who treated him. We also received Peab's ashes back, and are currently searching for a nice, understated container to put them in. Currently, he's in a nice velvet bag in the presentation box from the pet cemetery, on the mantel.
I've been suffering from more than a little anxiety and sadness (I hesitate to say depression, really) since we lost Peabody. I had been feeling really quite well this winter season, and all of this just threw me completely for a loop. I'm trying not to keep myself from crying or grieving, because I think that stifling those feelings just makes it worse, but I don't want to get hysterical or overwrought, either. I find myself completely overconcerned about the cats, worrying about every sneeze or noise or episode of hairball-spewing. I'm sure that will pass with time, though.
In other news, we still haven't found a tenant for the apartment. I'm thinking that we're going to have to drop the price a bit, which is really OK. I just want to get someone in there so that we can proceed with the rest of the improvements that we want to make to our side of the house. I'm dreaming about wainscoting and crushed velvet sofas.
10:57 AM EDT
Sunday, March 24, 2002
So I've been incredibly remiss in not recounting my dinner with the fabulous and sweet Kerry the other night when I was in DC. We met up at the Ballston Common mall, and then, having turned up our picky noses at the dining choices there, jumped into the car and wended our way down to Shirlington to the Capitol City Brewing Company (those soft pretzels in the picture kick serious ass!). Anyway, we talked and ate and talked and talked and generally had a wonderful time. Kerry is just the cutest thing! I love her. And then we got ice cream, which was a perfect cap on the night. I hope that we can meet up again sometime soon, maybe up here in the Big Apple next time, if we can fit it in before her wee tot makes his or her grand entrance.
Tonight, I dish the Oscars, which is really an annual tradition in the household, as is Dave's retreat to the basement DaveCave once Joan Rivers appears on the TV screen. I'm running an Oscar pool on the BBS that we frequent, and I have quite a number of entries this year, so it will be very interesting to see how everything shakes out.
God, Joan Rivers is an idiot. But I digress.
07:02 PM EDT
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