You ever have one of those days where every emotion is right there beneath the surface, just waiting for something inoccuous to bring it spewing out? Yeah, it’s been one of those kinda days.
So, to calm my nerves, I’m self-medicating with some Moscato. You know, the kind that comes in single-serving bottles that are actually like a kiddie-sized serving? Yeah, that kind. And some super fancy Sargento “lite” string cheese. But more cheese than wine – I have to get up early tomorrow.
So, Persephoneers, how is your week going so far? Are you counting the hours until the weekend yet?
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After 70 (approximately) times of pressing F5 and sweating carrots (Dutch verb), I managed to get two very much wanted (they were supposed to be a gift for boyfriend freckle’s birthday nine months ago) tickets for the Lowlands festival. Three days of camping, dancing, concerts, films, acts and so on. Yes!
And my tax return is higher than expected. So I would say it’s a pretty okay week.
Sweating carrots? please explain, I love weird language things!
Dutch people can ‘sweat carrots’ (peentjes zweten) when they’re really really nervous about something. Not a clue what’s the base of it.
I’m trying not to freak out.
BF and I moved into an apartment 1.5 weeks ago, and I’ve been busting my ass to get it unpacked and liveable… I need that sort of thing to be able to do work here and, as a graduate student, I work from home.
He’s leaving on Friday. For the second weekend in a row. (Both necessary trips, but that doesn’t make it any more fun to be alone in a new city with this huge to-do list to do that I can’t ignore)… There’s really only one room left packed up and it’s the living room. It’s his domain because it’s electronics, and his leather bound books, and the art, etc. But the rest is done, and by gawd you couldn’t tell we just moved in… (cuz das how I roll)
Ok, that’s the back story. The story: I woke up at 830 and the ENTIRE HOUSE looks like we moved in yesterday again. I KNEW this would happen when he started unpacking the living room, but REALLY? This much? THE ENTIRE HOUSE? I couldn’t move around the kitchen to make us breakfast. When I tripped over the crock pot on the floor I was like “ok, I’ll be in my studio for the rest of the day…” AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I WENT IN MY STUDIO… JUST GUESS. OK I’LL TELL YOU. It’s COVERED with shit. I had an Abed like moment (see attached) and was all like “DOES NOT COMPUTE.” I told him I needed him to help me get everything out of my office and that I’ll be in there for the rest of the day.
Mind you, I JUST finished my office yesterday JUST SO THAT I could start to work on my paper that is now do in 2 weeks.
(not to mention that this paper is on philosophy of illness, and is essentially a phenomenology of my disease alongside working with a new and difficult philosopher who write on auto immunity and identity OH YEA AND I JUST GOT DIAGNOSED WITH AN AUTOIMMUNE DISEASE.)
Ok, the chances of me freaking out are less now… Not gone, but less.. How’s that for whine?
You are clearly a stronger person than I. I would have lost my shit. I hate people messing with my spaces. Biggest pet peeve ever. Mad props for your self control.
HA! Thank you for justifying my total cray. Luckily, he knew that I was about to lose my mind and was totally fine with me locking myself in… away from the cluttery-cray. I just kept repeating to myself, “different people have different ways of doing things… different people have different ways of doing things….”
(BTW: He left the living room, though not fully unpacked, straightened and neat and navigable. Because he loves me (and does not want the cray to come out).)
Oooh I hate that (especially because I always end up shoving all the odds and ends and random things into a back room when unpacking from a move and then when I DO finally confront it, it messes up the entire house all over again). It also happens (to me) when I do a big clean and somehow everything gets way worse before it resembles orderly again… I once stayed up cleaning/putting things away until 330am because I knew I didn’t want to wake up to it. I wanted to wake up to clean. It was… maybe a little cray… but WORTH IT
Making me happy this lunchtime:
After waiting fuh-evah, it’s finally here. They took long enough.
At least you made my day by posting here. :)
And then I watched all the production videos:) December! Only six months away!
http://outsports.com/jocktalkblog/2012/06/03/jason-alexander-offers-the-greatest-apology-in-history-for-gay-cricket-jokes/
Have you all seen this?
That is class in a can, right there. Michael Richards, take note.
I know, right? I never thought much of Jason Alexander one way or the other, but I don’t know that I’ve ever heard a more thoughtful celebrity apology.
Actually I have a flowchart for this.
Oh god. I’m coming off meds for a neurological condition and they make me CRY AT EVERYTHING. Also things generally suck. PICTURES OF CATS PLEASE, is really what i’m trying to say here.
tiger baby?
INSERT GAZELLE HERE
I’M WAITING
Kitty hug?
Clint and a kitten?
That ginger one! THE EYES. That must be some good acid, man.
He always looked like that. Tangelo cat was perpetually cute. (The official word from the vet was that it had something to do with him having Siamese in his blood lines and having dark lines around his eyes that made them look bigger)
I snorggled at this.
*snorggled is a word I just made up to designate snorting so hard it’s embarassing, especially when accompanied by having to hold my tea in my mouth.
I always love Clint and kitten… I think I need a folder just of Clint and kitten pics.
I’ve been waiting for an excuse to use this guy.
Also, how are you feeling? Bring it in.. hugs all around… *hugs*
We watched A Good Man Goes To War last night and I was just a puddle within the first thirty seconds. I HATE CRYING and now I am doing it ALL THE TIME.
Oof. My neuro condition does the opposite to me. I’m like, “I know I don’t LOOK sad, but I assure you I am.” It’s like Jordan’s character from Scrubs post-botox.
Maybe watch some reality tv?
I am having a fantabulous week. I got the job in my dream district after initially getting an e-mail saying they’d hired someone else. What a pleasant surprise on Monday morning. :)
Now I need to find an apartment to live in! Any tips on things I should be looking out for? I already know I need a place that allows cats. One place has been bumped to the bottom of my list because they want cats declawed. Assholes.
getting a job LIKE A BOSS:) congratulations!
That is so wonderful! Many many congratulations! What will you be teaching?
Freshman and Sophomore English. I was kind of hoping that since I’m only teaching three classes, they’d all be the same grade and I’d only have one prep, but…eh. At my last teaching job, I had four-six preps depending on the semester. Two is definitely an improvement.
Hooray for a new job! And while I have no advice for apartment hunting, I salute you on snubbing the declaw your cat people.
Hooray for the new job!
GUYS there is a research vessel of sorts (has no engines, needs to be towed around) that looks like a narwhal in boat form that fills with water to intentionally sink and TIP VERTICALLY FOR WEEKS ON END. Â And it’s stable! Â And people do research on it! Â All the furniture is on lazy-susan type things and spin to remain in useful positions! Â THIS IS SO COOL: Â http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RP_FLIP Â Video here:Â http://sio.ucsd.edu/voyager/flip/flip1_high.html
Cooool… No, really. I wonder if they refer to it as the rip flip, ‘cuz I totally would.
In the words of Will Smith “I got to get me one of these”.
Yup, living with my parents and sister is like that. Every. Single. Day. Today was embarassing and awful because of it, but I had a mostly lovely Sunday and tomorrow will be lovely too, so I think everything gets balanced out, right?
Also, where does one get tiny wine bottles? I’ve seen them in 2/3 serving bottles (which is why Sunday was so lovely) but a single-serving one would be great. Kind of like a grown-up juicebox.
Sometimes I think size of wine portions depends on the state you live in,or possibly the classiness of the store. I know at least two places near me where I CAN get wine in juicebox form! Best picnics ever.
Oooh, do they come with straws?
Yes. Yes they do. Although most people (read: people who are still trying to be classy adults while drinking wine from a juicebox) just use the little tear-away aluminum tab like those boxes of coconut water and pour it into a glass. But where’s the fun in that?!
That’s awesome! I need to track these things down.
Sutter Home sells wine in four-packs of single-serving little bottles. It’s not great wine by any standard, but they have Merlot, Cab, and a few types of white wines. Barefoot also sells four-packs, but I couldn’t even choke it down. I’m sure there are other brands, too. And, if the liquor store in Oakley, BFE Kansas sells them, I’m sure you can find them wherever you’re at.
I am more stressed and worried than emotional. Maybe after next week, when school is out and the reality of my new job in the fall hits, my emotions will surface. That is when I will take a mikes hard cranberry juice poured over pineapple. Delish and goes down like water.
Well, I’m sending you good vibes to combat the stress and worry!
I’ve never thought to try pineapple and cranberry together in anything. That sounds like a drunken upside down cake waiting to happen!
Today the internet gave me this and my life is a little better for it:
Oh, you’ve opened the Eddie Izzard can of bees:
“Wash your clothes, wash your clothes, or no-one will shag yoooooooooou!”
“Just moooove it arouuuund!”
TEA AND CAKE, OR DEATH!
Penne Arrabiatta!
You are the greatest people whatever deity you believe in put on this earth.
ooo! favourite one ever:
OHGODOHGOD! Pavlov’s CAT! I haven’t seen this in years!
“have become Welsh”…. cracks me right the fuck up every time.
oh god – i’m doing that thing where you laugh so hard that no noise is coming out and you can’t breathe
Je suis partir maintenant parse que ma grandmere est flambe
which reminds me of my favourite-ever German sentence: “Meine Oma hat zuviel Benzin getrunken und jetzt hat sie ausgeflipt!”
oh god why did i google that? i’m going to piss myself!
It’s a very important sentence which teaches you a lot about German grammar **serious face**
The first time I saw this I had NO IDEA what was going on. And is this the first time the celebrated Mason/Connery dual impression makes an appearance??
I believe it is. I haven’t found earlier instances, but I would LOVE to be proven wrong.
Im doing the wine thing too! I have myself a bottle of my favorite affordable Riesling, and now I’m thinking about getting the espresso-rubbed cheese out of the fridge. It’s soooo good, but I don’t know how it would go with the wine. Only one way to find out, I suppose!
Espresso rubbed cheese? That sounds like it would be kinda gross… or the most awesome thing ever.
I thought it would be awful, but it turns out it’s amazing! It’s Bella Vitano Esoresso cheese, and the outside is just coated in a very fine layer of ground espresso. It’s savory with a hint of sweet smokiness from the espresso. I bought a chunk of it at the grocery store after sampling it and had to go back two days later to buy more.
My jaw is agape at espresso rubbed cheese.
I want to go to there.
We’re getting ready for a Big Trip, leaving on Monday, and I’m completely wound up. Â Completely. Â I’m afraid of how Sofia will be on the airplane, I’m afraid of the last leg of the trip when I’ll be alone with a jet-lagged toddler who hasn’t been able to run around, I’m afraid of the overnight train ride to our final destination with a jet-lagged toddler and a crapton of baggage, I’m afraid of the following two weeks when I’ll be at my mother-in-law’s one-bedroom apartment with me, Sofia, my mother-in-law, her husband, and my grandmother-in-law. Â Sofia is an anxious kid to start out with (WONDER WHERE SHE GETS THAT) and I’m afraid it’s going to be really overwhelming for her, and I’m afraid that her grandparents will think that she doesn’t love them or that she’s too American to understand them, I’m afraid that I will lose my crap because I’m wound up and it will be stressful. Â So on the agenda for this week: Â 1) being wound up, 2) planning out as many Sofia activities as possible (including packing several new lip glosses to unveil on the plane when times get tough, because she loves that crap), 3) trying to pack in as efficient a way as possible to make the actual travel easier, and 4) being wound up.
FUN. Â PASS ME THE WINE.
Mr. Susan isn’t going with you on the Big Trip? I can’t even imagine how stressful that all must be. I’m stressing over coordinating multiple short trips in a row in the next couple weeks and that has me a mess trying to work out the logistics of it all. So you have my sympathies on trying to work that out with an anxious toddler. It’ll be okay. How long are you going for?
He’s going – but he’s going to ditch us when we have a layover in France, and then meet back up with us after a couple of weeks. Â We were all going to go to France (his best friend lives there), but we can’t afford extra flights, and he’s going to take a bus for the last half of the trip. Â Which…36 hours on a bus with a toddler would be way, way worse. Â All told, it’s going to be a six week trip, but I’m mostly just stressing out about the first two weeks.
Puzzles and/or other fun toys? Everybody likes crayons, right?
My mom would just drug us up with triaminic or dimetapp or whatever night-timey medicine, but I don’t know if that counts for good parenting these days? (We turned out mostly ok though.)
My mom still does that to my sister! I give her hell for it, but honestly, it’s were my mind goes when someone asks what to do with a small child on a trip! Bad Elfity!
Susan, do you have a tablet with games she can play with for the trip, or do you know somebody who would lend you theirs? After she exhausts the lip glosses and other activities, perhaps you can pull out the big guns! Portable DVD players, tablets, iPhones, etc are like crack to most of the kids I know. Not that they’re tiny crack addicts or anything. Oops.