The nano arrived today! And the laptop came back fixed yesterday!
There will be pictures tomorrow. Seriously. There are pictures of pink headphones and little nanos and a very, very, very happy Cora.
Until then, sit back and smile because Kevin Covais is finally off of American Idol. Not that it wasn't sad and sweet when he left, but still, he was WAAAAAY out of his league, y'all.
This post was brought to you by MY laptop. Huzzah!
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
A little something for everyone
Y’all, the nano shipped today. Yee-haw!
I’m frustrated because I have nothing exciting to write about. I’ve been sitting here trying to think of awesome things to tell the internet and nothing is coming to me. Nothing. Nada. It’s sad really. The biggest things on my mind so far today: Dave and Buster’s and my nails. My god, can you handle the excitement? I know I might explode from it all.
That’s it, I give up. I’m just going to ramble.
So today is the first day of spring. I’m wearing a very cute pink striped sweater as I type this. And I wore a coat while outside. It’s supposed to snow tonight. Not very spring-y. Stupid weather. This is one reason why I miss Louisiana.
I’ve noticed that there are a lot of couple blogs popping up. In fact, two friends from college are both sporting new blogs. Of course, both of them are doing all the work while their husbands contribute in name only, so I’m not sure if it counts fully as a “couples” blog. But if the name is in the URL, it counts for me. Kevin and Guy might decide to contribute at some point, you never know. So, check it. I was thinking about this on the way to work this morning. Does that mean couple blogs are the new mommy blog? I really don’t think so because eventually most of these couple blogs will become mommy blogs. Don’t you think? But don’t worry y’all, I’ll still be here representing the single, bitter blog. It ain’t gonna end anytime soon. Not that I’m happy about that or anything. I’m just saying.
Leah posted a webcast this weekend and I’m in love with her voice…even though she’s been sick. It’s amazing how lovely she sounds. You should go listen to it if for no other reason than to just hear the mellifluous sounds of her speaking.
I kill flowers. Don’t give me any.
I’m frustrated because I have nothing exciting to write about. I’ve been sitting here trying to think of awesome things to tell the internet and nothing is coming to me. Nothing. Nada. It’s sad really. The biggest things on my mind so far today: Dave and Buster’s and my nails. My god, can you handle the excitement? I know I might explode from it all.
That’s it, I give up. I’m just going to ramble.
So today is the first day of spring. I’m wearing a very cute pink striped sweater as I type this. And I wore a coat while outside. It’s supposed to snow tonight. Not very spring-y. Stupid weather. This is one reason why I miss Louisiana.
I’ve noticed that there are a lot of couple blogs popping up. In fact, two friends from college are both sporting new blogs. Of course, both of them are doing all the work while their husbands contribute in name only, so I’m not sure if it counts fully as a “couples” blog. But if the name is in the URL, it counts for me. Kevin and Guy might decide to contribute at some point, you never know. So, check it. I was thinking about this on the way to work this morning. Does that mean couple blogs are the new mommy blog? I really don’t think so because eventually most of these couple blogs will become mommy blogs. Don’t you think? But don’t worry y’all, I’ll still be here representing the single, bitter blog. It ain’t gonna end anytime soon. Not that I’m happy about that or anything. I’m just saying.
Leah posted a webcast this weekend and I’m in love with her voice…even though she’s been sick. It’s amazing how lovely she sounds. You should go listen to it if for no other reason than to just hear the mellifluous sounds of her speaking.
I kill flowers. Don’t give me any.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Marshmallows are my kryptonite
I went to the gym today and ran 3.5 miles. I'll pause while you give me a virtual pat on the back.
My problem is that I love marshmallows. LOVE THEM. I normally don't have them within a ten mile radius of my house because I will eat them all in 30 seconds flat. I'm not sure why I like them so much. I think it's the light and fluffy nature of the insides combined with that slightly harder outside. And they're so white and sweet and kind of melt in your mouth, but not grossly. And you can just put a ton in your mouth and bite away and they love you no matter what. They really are just a little piece of jet puff heaven. I am a purist though. I like the classic white marshmallow seen here. None of this colored, different size mess. I want my classic white puffy goodness, people. And seriously, doesn't that photo make you want to dive into a pool of marshmallows and eat without abandon?
No?
Just me?
Okay, then.
The reason I had access to the jet puff glory was because I forced BGF this weekend to make use of his s'mores fondue set he got for Christmas. For some reason, I decided that s'mores would just be perfect to go with college basketball on a Saturday afternoon. (Geaux Tigers!) It might have been because it was me and 3 boys and chocolate seemed close enough to estrogen for me.
They really were excellent, despite the fact that the tiny little blue flame kept catching the marshmallows on fire. Seriously, who would have thought that such a cute little flame could do so much damage? But I didn't really care because it's s'mores and I'm pretty much always happy when chocolate AND marshmallows are involved.
Unfortunately, we didn't use ALL of the marshmallows during our indoor camping experience. And you know what means. I ate ALL of the remaining marshmallows. ALL OF THEM. I couldn't stop. They were just sitting there. And they were so inviting with the their little coy little white innocence. It was like they were calling to me. And I cannot resist their siren song. Blast them!
So really, you shouldn't virtually pat me on the back. I went to the gym today out of necessity. Otherwise, my stomach is going to keep looking like a marshmallow. Ew.
My problem is that I love marshmallows. LOVE THEM. I normally don't have them within a ten mile radius of my house because I will eat them all in 30 seconds flat. I'm not sure why I like them so much. I think it's the light and fluffy nature of the insides combined with that slightly harder outside. And they're so white and sweet and kind of melt in your mouth, but not grossly. And you can just put a ton in your mouth and bite away and they love you no matter what. They really are just a little piece of jet puff heaven. I am a purist though. I like the classic white marshmallow seen here. None of this colored, different size mess. I want my classic white puffy goodness, people. And seriously, doesn't that photo make you want to dive into a pool of marshmallows and eat without abandon?
No?
Just me?
Okay, then.
The reason I had access to the jet puff glory was because I forced BGF this weekend to make use of his s'mores fondue set he got for Christmas. For some reason, I decided that s'mores would just be perfect to go with college basketball on a Saturday afternoon. (Geaux Tigers!) It might have been because it was me and 3 boys and chocolate seemed close enough to estrogen for me.
They really were excellent, despite the fact that the tiny little blue flame kept catching the marshmallows on fire. Seriously, who would have thought that such a cute little flame could do so much damage? But I didn't really care because it's s'mores and I'm pretty much always happy when chocolate AND marshmallows are involved.
Unfortunately, we didn't use ALL of the marshmallows during our indoor camping experience. And you know what means. I ate ALL of the remaining marshmallows. ALL OF THEM. I couldn't stop. They were just sitting there. And they were so inviting with the their little coy little white innocence. It was like they were calling to me. And I cannot resist their siren song. Blast them!
So really, you shouldn't virtually pat me on the back. I went to the gym today out of necessity. Otherwise, my stomach is going to keep looking like a marshmallow. Ew.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Parenthesis will one day rule the earth
Last night, I had a fascinating conversation with a guy from Germany who thinks I’m beautiful. And you’ve got to know I’m pretty easily swayed when someone says I’m pretty. You compliment my looks and you’re on my good side for life. I’m shallow and insecure like that.
(Side note: I just realized that by telling you this, I’ve just revealed the secret to my friendship with BGF. Oops. Sorry bucko.)
(Side note, part duex: Also, not standing me up is another key to my heart. Let me go on a completely unrelated and passionate tangent. I’ve gotten stood up by two different people for two different reasons and in two different situations in the last two weeks. What the hell? That’s got to stop. Being stood up sucks! Am I really that bad? No! A thousand no’s! I practice good hygiene and am capable of witty banter. That makes me awesome! I think this is part of some kind of karmic jokes for the times I’ve overslept and missed meetings, but…are you kidding me? Shut it, karma!)
So German guy was very kind and intelligent and wanted to know what books I’ve read and what authors I love and how I feel about Starbucks. It was a really enjoyable conversation and I found myself talking about college for the most part. I didn’t realize how far I’ve gone from sitting around and discussing essays to now sitting around and talking about American Idol. There’s nothing wrong with American Idol (Okay, there is A LOT wrong with American Idol, but it’s not inherently evil
...
Although I suppose that the argument could be made that it is evil. You know what? Bad example.)
Ok, so there’s nothing wrong with sitting around and talking about the less intellectual things in life and I pride myself on knowing things about baseball and cars and video games, but it’s so different from how I used to be. And I miss being able to read literature and then talk about how I loved it or hated it and why. I was a walking critical essay in college, which made me boring, yet well-informed. And I hate not being well-informed. I’ve run so far away from being an intellectual snob that I’m now an intellectual schlub. (Ohhh! That was great! Thank you! I’ll be here all week!) What I’m saying is that I want to be more well-rounded. I want to read more than Harry Potter. And I want to be able to have an intelligent conversation about politics and religion and culture.
So I’m glad I talked to German guy. He reminded me of a part of me I’ve been neglecting. I’m not saying it will be easy to be more well-rounded. He has the unfair advantage of working on two (2!) degrees at once and you are practically forced to read more when you’re in school. I don’t have the advantage of that atmosphere, so it’ll be difficult. But I like challenges and achieving goals. It’s what makes you a better person and gives you interesting stories to tell people who have just met you. Now, if only I can come up with a good plan of attack.
That being said, let me make this important announcement:
Everyone please stop voting for Kevin Covais. Let him go home. PLEASE.
(Side note: I just realized that by telling you this, I’ve just revealed the secret to my friendship with BGF. Oops. Sorry bucko.)
(Side note, part duex: Also, not standing me up is another key to my heart. Let me go on a completely unrelated and passionate tangent. I’ve gotten stood up by two different people for two different reasons and in two different situations in the last two weeks. What the hell? That’s got to stop. Being stood up sucks! Am I really that bad? No! A thousand no’s! I practice good hygiene and am capable of witty banter. That makes me awesome! I think this is part of some kind of karmic jokes for the times I’ve overslept and missed meetings, but…are you kidding me? Shut it, karma!)
So German guy was very kind and intelligent and wanted to know what books I’ve read and what authors I love and how I feel about Starbucks. It was a really enjoyable conversation and I found myself talking about college for the most part. I didn’t realize how far I’ve gone from sitting around and discussing essays to now sitting around and talking about American Idol. There’s nothing wrong with American Idol (Okay, there is A LOT wrong with American Idol, but it’s not inherently evil
...
Although I suppose that the argument could be made that it is evil. You know what? Bad example.)
Ok, so there’s nothing wrong with sitting around and talking about the less intellectual things in life and I pride myself on knowing things about baseball and cars and video games, but it’s so different from how I used to be. And I miss being able to read literature and then talk about how I loved it or hated it and why. I was a walking critical essay in college, which made me boring, yet well-informed. And I hate not being well-informed. I’ve run so far away from being an intellectual snob that I’m now an intellectual schlub. (Ohhh! That was great! Thank you! I’ll be here all week!) What I’m saying is that I want to be more well-rounded. I want to read more than Harry Potter. And I want to be able to have an intelligent conversation about politics and religion and culture.
So I’m glad I talked to German guy. He reminded me of a part of me I’ve been neglecting. I’m not saying it will be easy to be more well-rounded. He has the unfair advantage of working on two (2!) degrees at once and you are practically forced to read more when you’re in school. I don’t have the advantage of that atmosphere, so it’ll be difficult. But I like challenges and achieving goals. It’s what makes you a better person and gives you interesting stories to tell people who have just met you. Now, if only I can come up with a good plan of attack.
That being said, let me make this important announcement:
Everyone please stop voting for Kevin Covais. Let him go home. PLEASE.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Of note:
1. I got Paris Bennet in the American Idol pool. I am SO screwed.
2. I did my taxes this week. And I’m not kidding when I say that that is a momentous occasion. This is HUGE.
I.did.my.taxes. Me. Cora. It’s not even April yet! I can hardly believe it. I always, always, always procrastinate with the taxes. I am the girl who waits until April 14th and then freaks out. I’m sure you know people like this. The people who are perfectly aware that they need to get their taxes done, but oops, it’s the middle of April and they’ve lost their W-2’s! Yeah, I’m THAT person.
But even better than the fact that I am now a mature, responsible member of society, is the fact that I am getting a refund. A pretty good refund, considering I don’t make that much money. So now I’m all atwitter about what I’ve decided to do with my refund.
I’m getting a nano! Now before you go and try and make me rescind my earlier statement of being both “mature” and “responsible,” let me explain that I plan on using most of my refund on boring, yet necessary, things like paying bills. But my big splurge, my “Happy Refund to Me” gift, is a brand new beautiful iPod nano. I am so completely excited.
I decided to go with a new nano, instead of getting my old gigantic, dinosaur-like one fixed because BGF informed me that he thought I was an iPod killer. Apparently, I treat my iPods with tough love. And I am a “carry my iPod in my purse with me everywhere” and “oops, I dropped the iPod” and “fling the iPod around while I run” kind of girl. So he does have a point. He thinks a nano is more Cora-friendly because of the flash memory instead of a hard drive. Plus, it’s tiny and adorable. And who wouldn’t want a music player that’s the size of a pack of chewing gum AND a color screen?
3. I hate girls at the gym who 1) do not sweat, 2) bring a latte into the gym, 3) talk on the phone while "running" and 4) stand in the middle of the one walkway to the paper towels so that I can wipe off the machine I just used because it's embarassing enough that I sweat this much and there are mirrors EVERYWHERE, girlfriend, so I can totally see that snide look you just gave my fat ass. But at least my behind is covered where as your nasty cellulite-ridden self is hanging out for us all to see.
4. LSU and Arkansas are in March Madness! Goooooo SEC! I want them to do well so I can finally see some southern teams on my TV screen. I just printed out my bracket for this year. I will not win anything if I do a pool, but I feel as though I'm automatically cooler by printing upa bracket. I am also bummed because Ohio State is playing in my city and you have no idea how badly I want to go. Man, I love college basketball.
2. I did my taxes this week. And I’m not kidding when I say that that is a momentous occasion. This is HUGE.
I.did.my.taxes. Me. Cora. It’s not even April yet! I can hardly believe it. I always, always, always procrastinate with the taxes. I am the girl who waits until April 14th and then freaks out. I’m sure you know people like this. The people who are perfectly aware that they need to get their taxes done, but oops, it’s the middle of April and they’ve lost their W-2’s! Yeah, I’m THAT person.
But even better than the fact that I am now a mature, responsible member of society, is the fact that I am getting a refund. A pretty good refund, considering I don’t make that much money. So now I’m all atwitter about what I’ve decided to do with my refund.
I’m getting a nano! Now before you go and try and make me rescind my earlier statement of being both “mature” and “responsible,” let me explain that I plan on using most of my refund on boring, yet necessary, things like paying bills. But my big splurge, my “Happy Refund to Me” gift, is a brand new beautiful iPod nano. I am so completely excited.
I decided to go with a new nano, instead of getting my old gigantic, dinosaur-like one fixed because BGF informed me that he thought I was an iPod killer. Apparently, I treat my iPods with tough love. And I am a “carry my iPod in my purse with me everywhere” and “oops, I dropped the iPod” and “fling the iPod around while I run” kind of girl. So he does have a point. He thinks a nano is more Cora-friendly because of the flash memory instead of a hard drive. Plus, it’s tiny and adorable. And who wouldn’t want a music player that’s the size of a pack of chewing gum AND a color screen?
3. I hate girls at the gym who 1) do not sweat, 2) bring a latte into the gym, 3) talk on the phone while "running" and 4) stand in the middle of the one walkway to the paper towels so that I can wipe off the machine I just used because it's embarassing enough that I sweat this much and there are mirrors EVERYWHERE, girlfriend, so I can totally see that snide look you just gave my fat ass. But at least my behind is covered where as your nasty cellulite-ridden self is hanging out for us all to see.
4. LSU and Arkansas are in March Madness! Goooooo SEC! I want them to do well so I can finally see some southern teams on my TV screen. I just printed out my bracket for this year. I will not win anything if I do a pool, but I feel as though I'm automatically cooler by printing upa bracket. I am also bummed because Ohio State is playing in my city and you have no idea how badly I want to go. Man, I love college basketball.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Awesomely Random
Unbeknownst to me, I boarded an emotional roller coaster last week. (Hence, the extreme lack of blogging.) Too bad it was a roller coaster and not just a steady uphill climb of happy Tom Westman-type meetings one after the other. (Not too sound too early ‘90’s on you here but, I did get to see him numerous times throughout the seminar and that man is FINE.) But alas, what goes up, must come down…and apparently, twist and turn and loopty loop as well. My main problem with all of this is that I can barely handle my emotions when I’m physically well, much less when I am sick. So when I started getting the nasty, icky, oogey feelings on Wednesday evening, I was pissed. I call foul on my body for allowing me to feel sick physically and emotionally. That’s just wrong. You hear me? Wrong! What is your deal, body!?
I went to the doctor Saturday morning and listened to people talk about their kids and their dogs and the traffic. It was either that or do the hustle, since it’s a Super 70’s Weekend! every weekend on Lite 99. Obviously, I went with the eavesdropping since I was feeling badly. Apparently, I need to procreate to fit in this town. Good thing I’m used to not fitting in. An entire life time’s experience of being an outcast has finally come in handy! I will not bow to the pressure to give birth so I can talk about how my snotty pre-teen is bigger and meaner and uglier than me! I will not!
The doctor was his usual helpful self (read: I love sarcasm!) and sent me away with antibiotics for my sinuses and a smile and a wink for my tummy problems. Apparently, there’s nothing he can do about the stomach. Which was the main reason I went. I was worried most about the fact that eating was not enjoyable. And when eating is not enjoyable, how can I deal emotionally? I can’t even work out when I’m this sick, for fear of puking at the gym. (Not that my gym isn’t used to me puking, but you know.) “Just take lots of Pepto and drinks lots of water and eat lots of bland food. It’ll work itself out in a day or two.” Yeah, a day or two. Whatever Dr. Blue Eyes, you who clearly got by on your good looks. This ain’t Grey’s Anatomy. You’re not gonna cure me by poking around my stomach and then running your hand through your great hair. Especially when you’re helpful advice that I’m paying you for is to drink fluids and take some Pepto. My mom could have told me that and the phone call to her would have been free and more compassionate.
Also, this just in: boys sometimes suck. Hard. (Notice how I said, “sometimes” instead of just making a blanket statement about all boys sucking all the time? I’ve totally grown as a person, y’all!)
I went to the doctor Saturday morning and listened to people talk about their kids and their dogs and the traffic. It was either that or do the hustle, since it’s a Super 70’s Weekend! every weekend on Lite 99. Obviously, I went with the eavesdropping since I was feeling badly. Apparently, I need to procreate to fit in this town. Good thing I’m used to not fitting in. An entire life time’s experience of being an outcast has finally come in handy! I will not bow to the pressure to give birth so I can talk about how my snotty pre-teen is bigger and meaner and uglier than me! I will not!
The doctor was his usual helpful self (read: I love sarcasm!) and sent me away with antibiotics for my sinuses and a smile and a wink for my tummy problems. Apparently, there’s nothing he can do about the stomach. Which was the main reason I went. I was worried most about the fact that eating was not enjoyable. And when eating is not enjoyable, how can I deal emotionally? I can’t even work out when I’m this sick, for fear of puking at the gym. (Not that my gym isn’t used to me puking, but you know.) “Just take lots of Pepto and drinks lots of water and eat lots of bland food. It’ll work itself out in a day or two.” Yeah, a day or two. Whatever Dr. Blue Eyes, you who clearly got by on your good looks. This ain’t Grey’s Anatomy. You’re not gonna cure me by poking around my stomach and then running your hand through your great hair. Especially when you’re helpful advice that I’m paying you for is to drink fluids and take some Pepto. My mom could have told me that and the phone call to her would have been free and more compassionate.
Also, this just in: boys sometimes suck. Hard. (Notice how I said, “sometimes” instead of just making a blanket statement about all boys sucking all the time? I’ve totally grown as a person, y’all!)
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