wow

The other day at work I got so hyper that I actually said the phrase "all up in your grill" to my boss. As in, I called her to ask her a question after talking to her 3 or 4 times already that day, and when she answered the phone I said, "Hi, it's me. Sorry I'm all up in your grill today." She laughed, which is good, but I still felt a little horrified a few minutes later when I suddenly heard it again in my head.

bullets

• Patrick Swayze is dead, which is so sad. He was more talented than I think he got credit for, and he was far too young.
• John Hughes died last month, also hugely talented and too young. I went to Blockbuster to get a few gems and when I mentioned at the check-out that I had to get them because I just heard about him, the teenager didn't know who he was. I didn't know whether to be depressed because that obviously means I am old, or to be disgusted that someone who works in a movie rental store didn't know John Hughes!
• I joined Nanowrimo! I am going to do it this year. Woot! I have no idea what to write about yet, but I have six weeks to figure it out...
• Yet another entry on the list of things everyone else seems to love that I can't stand: Eva Mendes. What is the attraction? She's a total horse face. The only good thing about her Calvin Klein underwear ads is that her wet, stringy hair usually hides her face. Eww.
• I found out that Neil Gaiman, who is divorced, is now dating Amanda Palmer. While I will always love his writing, I lost some love for him with that info. I am probably judgmental, and weird, but I can't help it.
• My newest guilty pleasure is Taylor Swift...this happened a few months ago. So when I heard what Kanye did I had to watch the video. As my friend C would say, Kanye's an ass-hat. I used to like him, but he has gone over the edge. On the other hand, I have never been a Beyonce fan, but I respected her decision to give Taylor back her moment.

My sweetie...

This morning I woke up with a migraine. I haven't had one in a while actually, which is awesome. But usually I get lucky and get them at night. Waking up at 0530 with pain like that completely sucks. Especially since I was planning on going in extra early this morning for some inservices. Instead, I took some pain pills and went back to sleep. N got me an icepack for my head, I put on my sleeping mask, and he cuddled me until it was better. It actually still isn't completely gone, but it got better enough to go to work.

So then on the way to work I called N to thank him again for being so sweet. He takes such good care of me. I had a meeting at work and was talking about him, and the ladies in the meeting were all saying how good he is. This is something I know, but sometimes I realize it again.

Beep Beep

I'm standing at the desk at the fertility clinic, checking in, and this guy comes up next to me. He's tall and heavy and black, with a fro, and he's trying to hand a small paper bag to the receptionist. Consider the environment we're in, and you know what's in the bag. The receptionist won't take it, tell him he has to wait to be called back. Then, while we're still standing at the desk, a high-pitched beeping starts. I take my receipt and sit down, then big guy sits down, and I notice that the beeping moves with him. I look at the guy I just sat down next to, and see that he knows too. The two receptionists and a nurse are standing behind the desk looking curiously around. Big guy's looking unbothered, trying to hide the sperm-in-a-bag, but otherwise cool. The beeping is not super loud, but loud enough to notice, and no one can not think about it. The receptionists and nurse come out from around the desk, trying to triangulate the source of the noise. Other guy and I are trying to pretend to read our magazines. One receptionist stands next to big guy and looks up at the ceiling, saying she thinks it coming from up there. Big guy says no, it's coming from over there, pointing at the side of the desk he was standing in front of when the beeping started. The another nurse comes and calls him back, and as he exits the waiting room, the beeping follows him. I look at guy next to me and say, It was him! I knew it!," and he says, "I know, I couldn't say anything," and we're cracking up. I wanted to make a crack about him having a sperm alarm, but I thought it might be in bad taste.

When I went back and the nurse came in to the room I asked her if she found out what the beeping was about. She said that big guy had some alarm that went off when he was late for an appointment. He had never been late yet, so didn't know what the alarm sounded like. Really? First of all, no one is never late. Second of all, wouldn't you have tested this bizarro alarm thing when you set it up? (And I'd really like to know more about how it works. Do you have to push some button when you get to pre-programmed events? Otherwise how would it know you were late?) And then how do you not realize that the beeping is coming from you?

Probably it was not nice for other guy and I to laugh at him. But a tall, heavy black man with an afro holding a bag of sperm and beeping - it's not subtle.

Okay, I just read my little account and it's not nearly as funny as it was whn it was happening. Oh well. Deal with it.

N's 30!

Yesterday was the big N's big 3-0 birthday! He got birthday money from his parents and we went on a shopping spree! Okay, not knowing N, you might not know how funny that last sentence is. N is the least materialistic person I know. It makes him a lovely person, but it's also frustrating as hell, because he is impossible to buy presents for. He never wants anything! And he hates shopping, because he's so tall and it's hard to find things that fit. So he gets the money for his birthday, and he decides there's some things he need. So off to the outlet mall. Watching him actually spend money...on himself...was the cutest thing ever.

We were in the Levi's store, where N got a pair of jean shorts, when I noticed something amusing. Another couple, in their forties, were also shopping for jeans for him. And a kid about 12 was there with his mom. When N came out of the dressing room and I made him turn and sit and looked at how the shorts fit, then he went back in, I watched as the mom and the other wife did the same thing. I thought it was cute how your mom helps you with it, then passes it on to your wife.

So N is 30 now, and he seems to be taking it better than I did. But 32 doesn't seem so old now that he's no longer 29. :)

long ago

Tonight I finally got around to checking my Facebook for the first time in almost two weeks. And I have an out-of-left-field e-mail from a friend. (Recently they put "frenemy" in the dictionary, and I would say he's the only person in my life I would use that word to describe. But not today, because he showed some vulnerability, so he deserves to be called friend.) So yeah, he wrote to me in a time of need, which sort of blew me away. Not to mention bringing up drama memories from my past. It threw me off, but it also reminded me that my life is bigger than the every day. It's easy to get so caught up with N, and work, and the friends we see on a regular basis, and forget all the other friends and experiences I've had. It's good to get an injection of your past sometimes. I'm glad to realize my life hasn't always been so small and contained. And glad that it is that way now. You can only handle all that drama for so long. Anyway, I responded to the friend, and I hope my response was worthy. What else can you do but be there when someone asks?

N moments

When I got home from work yesterday, N gave me a dozen red roses. On a random Wednesday! He said it was because I was such a sweet wife and he loves me. I said, "You know most wives would think you were cheating, right?" Then I led him into the bedroom. He says he wasn't expecting that when he bought the roses, but it seemed like the only sane response to me.

Later that night, we were in bed reading. I was reading my book, and he was reading an ESPN magazine I bought for him because Maria Sharapova was on the cover. All of a sudden he asks me, "Would you describe me as polite, quirky and tall?" I thought he had taken a quiz or something, and I said yes. Then he said, "Good, because that's what Maria Sharapova is looking for in a man." So I tickled him.