Liam

baby development

Monday, April 23, 2007

watch where you're going, asshole!

i was on my way back to work from the rite aid on the corner when it happened. i was walking along, happily talking on my cell with the argentinian, when an old man was in front of me.

"watch where you're going!" he shouts RIGHT IN MY FACE and keeps walking.

i turn around to look at him, and he then adds "asshole!" that's right, i got berated by an old man. and i was watching where i was going. just cause he's old, i have to change my path? i wanted to swing my bag of crackers and chocolates at him (i'm a healthy snacker, huh?). if i hadn't been on the phone, i'm sure i would've actually gotten into a fight with a old man, each exchanging insults to each other or something.

upon arriving back at my desk i shared my experience with the coworkers. everyone around cracked up at the old senile man. this is one of the reasons i just don't really care for old people. at least the mean kind.

it's times like this, and that other time that i think it's good that i am able to control my anger. cause my first reaction was to put my boyfriend on hold, and be like "WTF?" to this old man. i don't like taking shit from people.

Friday, April 20, 2007

what happens in vegas...

my boyfriend recently bought me a book. this surprised me for two reasons: he's never bought me a book before, and the subject matter of the book. now, as i said earlier we've been talking a lot more about getting married. so the fact that he bought me a book about weddings was not over the top crazy, but still kind of surprising. it made me feel happy. but, the real thing that surprised me was exactly what book it was.

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imagine my surprise. particularly cause the argentinian has never been to vegas, though he does know my love for the city (as long as it is in digestable doses). i unfortunately had to veto the idea of eloping in vegas because my mother would absolutely kill me. and she would be very, very sad. plus i kind of want the whole regular wedding the more i think about it. i want everyone that i care about to be around. i mean, i've never been the girl that has her whole wedding planned out since i was 10. i never saw the point in planning something that seemed so far off. but with the purchase of this book, which i'm still reading cause it has some pretty interesting stuff in there, i realized that i do want the whole wedding thing with all the friends and family, in a church or some equally beautiful place. but i'm still going to hold off on buying wedding planning books, at least until i'm actually engaged.

assault

so i went over to the other side of my office earlier this morning. i had gone through the elevator lobby instead of walking all the way around (ok, it's not all that far, but i was feeling a little lazy). and as soon as i open the second set of doors to enter the west side of the office i was overwhelmed by someone's cologne/perfume. how can someone put on so much perfume that it stinks up a whole side of an office? just a gentle reminder to myself to always do just the one spray of perfume. cause even if i don't smell it, others will. no need to make everyone sick with the smell of my fragrance.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

wait...so things are pretty serious?

ever since i've started telling people about my impending trip to argentina with the argentinian i've gotten the same reaction from almost everyone. "wow. things must be pretty serious then, huh?" or "are you guys going to get married?" or something along those lines. well, yes, things are serious. and yes, we do plan to eventually marry. we've been together for almost a year. is it that surprising?

but i really don't get why me going to meet his family always gets this reaction. i mean, it wasn't that big of a deal when he came up to meet my family. i guess the distance is something. i guess it just surprises me that practically everyone comes to that conclusion. not that i care or anything. it's just kind of odd/funny.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

it's not vicoden but...

i went to see my uncle yesterday for a mysterious medical problem. well, it's more mysterious now than before i went in since he thinks it's a muscle thing why i have pain in my lower back, yet i have not done anything which could cause muscle pain. anyways, i digress. while there i broached the topic of snagging a few xanax for the trip down to south america. which, without any real hesitation, he happily obliged. though he made it clear he was only giving me enough for the trip down and back. man, if you can't score free drug prescriptions off your doctor relatives, then what good are they. i'm kidding! i'm just glad i have something. so for now, the prescription is just sitting in my bag, waiting to be filled. a friend who is flying to costa rica tried to score a few off me, which i was like no way. i'm guarding these babies with my life. there's no way i'll survive the flights there and back without them.

Friday, April 06, 2007

here's to hoping for a vicodin prescription

well, the ticket has been purchased. for better or worse, i'm flying alone down to argentina. where's the phone number for my local pharmacist?

flying the "friendly" skies

so the argentinian and i are making plans to fly down and see his family. an important part in our relationship if we are ever going to take the "next step" so to speak. originally we were flying down together on one date. then now, it turns out we will be flying separately on the way down, with him leaving earlier, and then together on the way back up (hopefully). the more i think about this, the more it terrifies me. most people may not know this, but i have a bit of a fear of flying, which sadly gets worse over time instead of better. "how bad could it really be?" you may be asking yourself. well, i've started to get that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach just thinking about the long flight. i get nervous enough on the 1.5 hour flight going back to visit my hometown. this is like a 10+ or more hour flight. most likely over water (the worst kind of flight, cause if the crash doesn't kill me, i'll certainly be eaten by sharks). i was considering an american airlines flight, but after reading this i'm not so sure. that's an awful lot of suspected terrorist acts on those flights near the end. even if no one else died, i think the trauma of that would possibly the final straw in my already waning courage to fly. a connecting flight i would take in argentina has only had two deaths. one is from food poisoning, so i obviously won't eat any in flight food (can you imagine dying just from some stale food? it had to have something pretty bad wrong with it to kill someone). and another is from severe thunderstorms in the area, and the plane crashed shortly after take off. as it is during winter down there when we would be going, that is not the most comforting, but i'm sure i'd just wait for the weather to clear if i was too scared. i think if i end up having to fly alone i'm going to need a benzodiazepines or something to tranquilize me. i don't want to turn into one of those crazies they have to restrain on the flight. ok, i probably wouldn't go all batshit crazy or anything, but i don't think i'd be much fun to sit next to for 10+ hours unmedicated. and those little weak alcohol drinks planes serve are expensive.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

high horse

just cause you do brain research doesn't make me incompetent. i'm sorry if you don't understand what "you will need to sign a copyright agreement" means. that it does, in fact, mean you can not publish that article anywhere else. i will give you that i did not know the starting date of the publication. but don't make it seem like i am incompetent or say rude things like, "well, if you don't know let me talk to someone who does". besides, i offered to transfer you right from the start.