Pisces, September 29
You don't have time to sit reading zodiac forecasts today. You need to get a move on. Run a little faster. Try a little harder. Worry a little more. Relax a little less. Or rather, don't. Don't succumb to the pressure. Don't let yourself be wound up into a frenzy. Don't panic, don't overreact, don't try to control a chaotic situation. And don't fall for that old trick of having no time left. Your 'deadline' is more flexible than you think. Take all the time you want, and more. The slower you go, the more you'll get right.
Okay, now this is just freaky. Right before I read this, I was making a rather long list of all the shit I have to do in the next few weeks and realizing that I will have to give up sleeping to accomplish it all. Right now we're still on track to be ready for our travel call starting December 1, although that won't actually happen EXACTLY on that day, although we do have a bet as to whether we will have gotten the call by December 5th. I say no and Jeff says yes and what the winner gets is none of your beezwax. We bought pretty much all of IKEA this weekend. Okay, not really but we got a LOT of stuff. The van served us well during our journey. It was nicer than the last one we borrowed and it held a ton of stuff. We spent a whopping 4 1/2 hours in IKEA, which is not unusual for us. The store in Schaumburg is huge and it takes a long time to meander through the whole thing. I lost focus about 3 hours into it so we left minus a few things I had wanted. We made our Culver's stop in the way up and when we got into the place, there were about 20 ladies from the Webster University soccer team clogging up the register so our stop was longer than we had planned. We finally rolled in a little after 11PM and we were home by 10:15 on Saturday night. It was fast.
Now we just have to totally clean out all our drawers and closets, put the new furniture together, put the crap back in, rearrange our bedroom, put in our new ceiling fan, assemble and install the new vanity we bought for Max's bathroom, install his lighting, put the daybed together and install in his room, paint all the furniture going in his room, finish the art for his walls, hang the curtains, blah, blah, blah........DANG. There is so much to do but I guess my horoscope is going to do it all for me since it says don't worry and don't rush. That's awfully nice of it to do, isn't it?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
TGIF
PISCES
There will be constructive developments, this weekend, in all areas of life that involve companionship and camaraderie. Questions of where you belong or how you fit in have contributed, lately, to a mood of disquiet. The more you question what you are doing in a situation, the more you tend to feel estranged from it, thus inadvertently giving credence to an empty fear. What you need is re-assurance. That's what you're about to get, and not just socially. Materially too, the outlook is better than you feared.
Well, thank the lord! I've had a craptastic week and this makes me feel better. Amazing how something like this can perk you right up. Okay, not really but I'm going with the notion that if I believe these to be true, they shall then BE true. I've been questioning certain things in life recently and my mood has certainly been disquiet. I had to google the word "disquiet" because I didn't know what the hell it meant and it apparently means "To deprive of peace or rest; trouble," so yes, my mood had been that. I've also had a fairly nasty viral infection in my ears and throat that sidelined me most of the week so that has made me disquiet as well. I'm going to use that word as much as possible today until it brings me disquiet. heee hee.
Jeff and I are off to Chicago tonight in a bright red Ford Windstar compliments of my dad, the car dealer. I have a freaky fetish for minivans. Not sexually you filth hounds, but something about them is oddly comforting. I don't think I could ever bring myself to own and drive one, but I love to take them on trips like this. Jeff and I have done the drive to Chicago many, many times over the last year with all our house projects and we've usually left early in the morning but I especially love driving at night. There's something so cozy about it. Traditionally we stop at Culver's in Bloomington for a delicious burger but the last few times we haven't, mostly because we were watching our diet and because we were usually in a hurry. Well screw that. Jeff's already declared that we WILL go to Culver's tonight and we WILL have a juicy burger. I love him so much. Tomorrow is going to be jam packed with shopping and then we're back home tomorrow night. I wish we could stay longer but we just have too much crap to do and we can't waste any time. We got our "legals" on Wednesday which are all of our documents from Korea that will allow them to issue his visa and passport, so this thing is moving right along. I think. Either way we have to be ready in a mere 9 weeks (holy shit) so no dilly dallying.
There will be constructive developments, this weekend, in all areas of life that involve companionship and camaraderie. Questions of where you belong or how you fit in have contributed, lately, to a mood of disquiet. The more you question what you are doing in a situation, the more you tend to feel estranged from it, thus inadvertently giving credence to an empty fear. What you need is re-assurance. That's what you're about to get, and not just socially. Materially too, the outlook is better than you feared.
Well, thank the lord! I've had a craptastic week and this makes me feel better. Amazing how something like this can perk you right up. Okay, not really but I'm going with the notion that if I believe these to be true, they shall then BE true. I've been questioning certain things in life recently and my mood has certainly been disquiet. I had to google the word "disquiet" because I didn't know what the hell it meant and it apparently means "To deprive of peace or rest; trouble," so yes, my mood had been that. I've also had a fairly nasty viral infection in my ears and throat that sidelined me most of the week so that has made me disquiet as well. I'm going to use that word as much as possible today until it brings me disquiet. heee hee.
Jeff and I are off to Chicago tonight in a bright red Ford Windstar compliments of my dad, the car dealer. I have a freaky fetish for minivans. Not sexually you filth hounds, but something about them is oddly comforting. I don't think I could ever bring myself to own and drive one, but I love to take them on trips like this. Jeff and I have done the drive to Chicago many, many times over the last year with all our house projects and we've usually left early in the morning but I especially love driving at night. There's something so cozy about it. Traditionally we stop at Culver's in Bloomington for a delicious burger but the last few times we haven't, mostly because we were watching our diet and because we were usually in a hurry. Well screw that. Jeff's already declared that we WILL go to Culver's tonight and we WILL have a juicy burger. I love him so much. Tomorrow is going to be jam packed with shopping and then we're back home tomorrow night. I wish we could stay longer but we just have too much crap to do and we can't waste any time. We got our "legals" on Wednesday which are all of our documents from Korea that will allow them to issue his visa and passport, so this thing is moving right along. I think. Either way we have to be ready in a mere 9 weeks (holy shit) so no dilly dallying.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
pondering on company time
PISCES, September 23, 2008
Limited? Restricted? Confined? Constrained? There is, of course, a credit crunch going on. And the Large Hadron Collider has temporarily stopped working, which may be slowing the universe down a little too. And then, of course, there's all the usual turmoil which you tend to find yourself experiencing around this time of year. But you're not stuck and even if they are limited, you do have choices. And some of these are surprisingly attractive. Stop seeing reasons to stay stuck in a rut. Be bold. Move on.
Hmmmm....this is a good one. Over the weekend we made some pretty major progress on our house. Kimchi's bedroom is painted. Jeff finally installed some of our lighting and we made a list for our trip to IKEA this weekend that includes new bedroom furniture. For us, not him. He gets our old stuff. Sorry kid. Anyway, I decided to spend a good deal of time cleaning out closets and old boxes of clothes. Normally when I do this, I drag all this crap out, try stuff on and declare that it's all cute and what the hell is my problem that I haven't' worn it. Then it goes into my drawers and closet where it continues to sit, unworn, until I do this again. Well, I decided that I was done with that. I'm not sure what's going on in the squidgy mass of my brain, but I've been feeling very self-discovery-ish lately and I'm trying to make strides in my life to become who I want to be. Sadly, I found inspiration for this in an American Express commercial with Diane Von Furstenburg. I love her for her wrap dress that I covet but sadly do not have the proper shape to wear and NO, not everyone looks good in a wrap dress contrary to popular belief, but I also love her for this quote:
"I didn't really know what I wanted to do, but I knew the woman I wanted to become."
This is my new mantra. Well, it's my only mantra but whatevs. I relate a lot of my life through clothing. I love clothes. I always have and most of my childhood memories involve what I was wearing or wanted to wear. In fact, my first childhood aspiration was to become a very famous fashion designer. Clearly, that worked out well. Anyway, I decided that step one of this process of change was for me to rid myself of the old, and in this case, it was old clothes. I was brutal. If I hadn't worn it in the last 6 months, it was gone. The only exceptions I made were for coats and special occasion stuff but even those were done under major scrutiny. I know they're only clothes, but they represent a phase in my life that I'm ready to move away from and it opens the door for me to incorporate new things that reflect who I want to be (in my head, anyway). It's a very liberating feeling to remove all the excess from your life. Normally I feel sad to let go of things that hold any kind of memories, hence the clutter in my house, but I don't feel that way anymore. It's just stuff. The memories are in my head. Maybe it's because we're gearing up to become parents that I feel this way but it's good. I've just decided that I'm not going to harbor any more shit that doesn't make my life better or happier. Clothes, people, general crap....why keep around the stuff that makes it harder, you know? I don't know. This all probably makes more sense with a delicious glass of white Lambrusco.
See, with all this philosophizing, I just saved you the time it would have taken to watch Oprah. You're welcome.
Limited? Restricted? Confined? Constrained? There is, of course, a credit crunch going on. And the Large Hadron Collider has temporarily stopped working, which may be slowing the universe down a little too. And then, of course, there's all the usual turmoil which you tend to find yourself experiencing around this time of year. But you're not stuck and even if they are limited, you do have choices. And some of these are surprisingly attractive. Stop seeing reasons to stay stuck in a rut. Be bold. Move on.
Hmmmm....this is a good one. Over the weekend we made some pretty major progress on our house. Kimchi's bedroom is painted. Jeff finally installed some of our lighting and we made a list for our trip to IKEA this weekend that includes new bedroom furniture. For us, not him. He gets our old stuff. Sorry kid. Anyway, I decided to spend a good deal of time cleaning out closets and old boxes of clothes. Normally when I do this, I drag all this crap out, try stuff on and declare that it's all cute and what the hell is my problem that I haven't' worn it. Then it goes into my drawers and closet where it continues to sit, unworn, until I do this again. Well, I decided that I was done with that. I'm not sure what's going on in the squidgy mass of my brain, but I've been feeling very self-discovery-ish lately and I'm trying to make strides in my life to become who I want to be. Sadly, I found inspiration for this in an American Express commercial with Diane Von Furstenburg. I love her for her wrap dress that I covet but sadly do not have the proper shape to wear and NO, not everyone looks good in a wrap dress contrary to popular belief, but I also love her for this quote:
"I didn't really know what I wanted to do, but I knew the woman I wanted to become."
This is my new mantra. Well, it's my only mantra but whatevs. I relate a lot of my life through clothing. I love clothes. I always have and most of my childhood memories involve what I was wearing or wanted to wear. In fact, my first childhood aspiration was to become a very famous fashion designer. Clearly, that worked out well. Anyway, I decided that step one of this process of change was for me to rid myself of the old, and in this case, it was old clothes. I was brutal. If I hadn't worn it in the last 6 months, it was gone. The only exceptions I made were for coats and special occasion stuff but even those were done under major scrutiny. I know they're only clothes, but they represent a phase in my life that I'm ready to move away from and it opens the door for me to incorporate new things that reflect who I want to be (in my head, anyway). It's a very liberating feeling to remove all the excess from your life. Normally I feel sad to let go of things that hold any kind of memories, hence the clutter in my house, but I don't feel that way anymore. It's just stuff. The memories are in my head. Maybe it's because we're gearing up to become parents that I feel this way but it's good. I've just decided that I'm not going to harbor any more shit that doesn't make my life better or happier. Clothes, people, general crap....why keep around the stuff that makes it harder, you know? I don't know. This all probably makes more sense with a delicious glass of white Lambrusco.
See, with all this philosophizing, I just saved you the time it would have taken to watch Oprah. You're welcome.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Everybody's workin' for the weekend, I'm workin' for the man
Yowza, I can't believe it's Friday already. Thank the freaking LORD. We've had stuff pretty much every night this week and I feel all discombobulated. We've had good and bad news on the baby front. Little Kimchi had to have surgery a couple weeks ago, nothing horrible, but surgery is surgery and the fact that he's there and we're here is brutal. On the good side, we finally got our fingerprint approval so our paperwork can finally move forward. Honestly I'm not really sure what is next because there are so many forms to fill out and get processed and I don't know what most of them do. I just fill it out and sign. I may be buying a boat and not know it. We're planning on being ready on December 1, so it's on. It's totally on. We're going to finish painting the room this weekend and next weekend we're trekking up to Chicago to visit my own personal mecca, IKEA. I've been toting a crib around in my car all week, which I'm sure is great for fuel efficiency, so that comes out tonight and we're going to assemble it on Sunday. I think once the crib is there I will freak out.
Tonight is cake night. My brother in law's birthday was Tuesday so I'm making him a car. Well, actually I'm making his car. I hope he isn't reading this because if so, SURPRISE BROTHER! Check back this weekend for pics.
Tonight is cake night. My brother in law's birthday was Tuesday so I'm making him a car. Well, actually I'm making his car. I hope he isn't reading this because if so, SURPRISE BROTHER! Check back this weekend for pics.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
ramblings of meaningless fluff
On Sunday, after I got home from the shower, I collapsed into a pile of goo on the couch. My shoulders were killing me from kneading all that fondant and I had lost all motivation to do anything except watch TV. Thankfully for me, there was a Bridezillas marathon on WE, Television For When You Get Your Period. Just kidding. Not really. Who the hell are these Bridezillas and why on earth would anyone marry one of them?? They are just awful but I can't stop watching. I'm waiting for the episode where the bridesmaid either hauls off and knocks one out or the guy takes off for someone who isn't batshit crazy. If only.
Anyway, they replay the same commercials over and over and I kept seeing a commercial for a show called Amazing Wedding Cakes, which I'm pretty sure my mom had told me about at some point but as most things do, it went in one ear and out the other. Well, I put it on the Tivo and we watched it last night. It's more interesting to me than Ace of Cakes is because it's three different cake shops, one in NYC, one in Chicago and one in LA, so you get three totally different perspectives. The ladies from Chicago are my favorite because they seem like people I would hang out with and they did a stand up guitar that was totally KICK ASS. The LA ladies were extremely annoying and kind of bitchy and the NYC chicks were cool but also kind of boring, except for when they had to deliver a cake in a cab. Delivering a cake is NEVER fun. It's the absolute worst part of the job and I was very thankful to hear every one of them echo that sentiment. It's nerve wracking and there is just no way to know if things will stay put. Anyhoo, all this stuff has really made me think hard about trying to really open my own shop. I have been suffering some creative block recently, which is just AWESOME when your job requires you to be creative, and Liz has decided that it's because my brain is so jacked up on cakes right now that it doesn't want to do anything else. I have to agree because she is very wise and because my brain malfunctions regularly. Well brain, you're in luck because these chicks have inspired me and I'm going to really try and focus on getting this cake thing going as a proper side bizness. Uh oh.
Anyway, they replay the same commercials over and over and I kept seeing a commercial for a show called Amazing Wedding Cakes, which I'm pretty sure my mom had told me about at some point but as most things do, it went in one ear and out the other. Well, I put it on the Tivo and we watched it last night. It's more interesting to me than Ace of Cakes is because it's three different cake shops, one in NYC, one in Chicago and one in LA, so you get three totally different perspectives. The ladies from Chicago are my favorite because they seem like people I would hang out with and they did a stand up guitar that was totally KICK ASS. The LA ladies were extremely annoying and kind of bitchy and the NYC chicks were cool but also kind of boring, except for when they had to deliver a cake in a cab. Delivering a cake is NEVER fun. It's the absolute worst part of the job and I was very thankful to hear every one of them echo that sentiment. It's nerve wracking and there is just no way to know if things will stay put. Anyhoo, all this stuff has really made me think hard about trying to really open my own shop. I have been suffering some creative block recently, which is just AWESOME when your job requires you to be creative, and Liz has decided that it's because my brain is so jacked up on cakes right now that it doesn't want to do anything else. I have to agree because she is very wise and because my brain malfunctions regularly. Well brain, you're in luck because these chicks have inspired me and I'm going to really try and focus on getting this cake thing going as a proper side bizness. Uh oh.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Cake Alert!
Greetings fellow earthlings. Check out The Atomic Cake Co. for some super sweet cakes from the weekend. Get it, super sweet?? Because it's cake.
www.theatomiccakeco.blogspot.com
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