Sprizee :: A simple girl replete with complications

Updating my files

This is your mission should you choose to accept it. Email me your mailing address. Why? Why not. Plus, I'll send you something. It might be some candy. Or it could be some random crap no one would buy off me on ebay. Or maybe even a check from Publisher Clearing House. But you'll never know for sure until you email me your coordinates.

Let's see how many gullible trusting people are paying attention.

Beautiful Day

Running away to Vegas or Hawaii or any other place that's hot and sunny sounded like a pretty good idea last night. BUT going to Dublin to see U2 in concert in June sounded better. So as of 2AM this morning, when tickets were secured via a U2 Propaganda membership, touring Ireland and the UK is what I'll be doing come June and July.

And I'm listening to U2 right now at work. And I'm not going to lie. I'm totally excited. Don't hate me because I'm (a) beautiful (day).

What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
You don’t need it now, you don’t need it now
Beautiful day

Always protect yourself.

Saturday night had a welcome familiarity when I ended up with some friends at a restuarant in downtown. But it wasn't the place that felt familiar, it was the company. And after the chaos of last week at work, it was especially appreciated.




So we caught up over cocktails and dinner and then headed over to the 16 plex to watch Clint Eastwood's latest offering. Clint? Marry me. Seriously.

Million Dollar Baby is definitively one of the best films I've seen in recent years. Strike that. One of the best films I've seen period. But I wouldn't bother going if you don't enjoy movies which make you feel things, deeply. Which is a whole different conversation because I know there are people in this world that avoid those kinds of movies at all costs but hello, isn't that a large part of experiencing a movie... relating it to your life?

The film is beautiful and honest and thoughtful and cutting. If you go and see this movie and it doesn't make you feel joy and exhilaration and desperation and loss and love and you don't feel the need to sob uncontrollably during, after and hours after seeing the film than clearly you are dead inside.

Seriously, don't mess with me right now. Or I might just hunt you down and force you to hold me while I lose it and sob on your shoulder.

That might be the two episodes of Extreme Makeover Home Edition I just watched talking. Or some Seasonal Affective Disorder.

Cat herding

Okay people,

Since very few people I just tried to call were actually home I'm posting this here because, let's be honest, I know you folks are pretty damn connected to this little thing called the InternetS and probably check it more often than you check your cell for the latest news. We're getting together for dinner and a movie. The plan is to meet in downtown at 6 and go from there. If I know you that probably means you have my cellphone number. Which means you should totally call me and join the party. What are you waiting for? No, don't call me yet. Go get ready. Then call me.

Over and out,
You know who.

Ignorance is bliss

I have approximately 1,001 million tasks to accomplish before this day ends, so I don't think I need to tell you how I spent my lunch hour. That's right. In front of a computer... catching up on all my blog reading and leaving random notes. What? You thought I was going to say I worked through lunch too? Hells no.

How do you think I mantain my sanity? Good call. That's right. I don't bother worrying about mantaining something I've never had.

Hyperventilating

Apparently, the InternetS don't take too kindly to a person who previously couldn't resist blathering on about nothing via a blog but now is totally and utterly consumed by 1) a cold from hell that refuses to vacate her body 2) an overwhelming amount of work responsibilities and 3) a sudden and unexplainable inability to justify blogging in the midst of all that. I know. What the hell? That's prime blogging material if I've ever seen it.

At any rate, please excuse my absence but I've been feeling slightly overwhelmed by life lately. In the last few days my to do list hasn't included much other than "mantaining my shit". And just between you and me, I really haven't been racking up any points with that one.

If you've got a high-paying low-stress job burning a hole in your pocket, now's the time to come at me. Or one way ticket to France and keys to your private villa. That would work too.

In other news, U2 tickets have already sold out at Madison Square Gardens. Well, I for one could care less. I mean, really! Who has time from crap like visiting NYC to see your favorite band perform live and then some shopping at H&M?

Not me. That's who.

Haven't you been paying attention?

[Too high to title this post]

DayQuil®, the daytime non-drowsy medicine relieves common cold and flu symptoms including cough, nasal congestion, fever, minor aches, pains, headache, muscular aches, and sore throat pain.

Riiiiight. If by non-drowsy they mean makes you feel high as a kite then I'm with them on that count. I felt so out of it today I spent half my time at work thinking, "Now why hell did I open this folder? Wait, what am I looking for again? Huh? Okay, so I can't think straight. Oh well, let me take this opportunity to organize some stuff. Here we go. 1,2,3... fuck, what comes after 3?" or just "[nada]" with a stupid blank stare on my face.

And on a random sidenote, don't get dooced. Or do, whatever. I really don't care either way. (That's the virus talking.)

Over and out.
Move along.
Are you still here?
[Insert goodbye of your preference here.]

100.7

I know what you're thinking to yourself. 100.7, clearly a reference to a radio station, right? Nope, guess again.

That's right. My temperature. I was thinking I would push past the pain and just go into work anyways. Then I remembered how The Dude fainted when he wasn't even at work and how I was at work for 12 hours the day before this cold/flu/virus-from-hell knocked by on my ass. I guess I better hold out until my temperature is at least under 100.

Feeling woozy. Leaving now.

Okay, here's the thing.

This weekend I went skiing with The Dude (who was sick), Seth (who was sick) and Seth's girlfriend (who wasn't sick). Seth's girlfriend and I talked about taking bets on which one of us would get sick first but I really thought if I thought healthy thoughts I could avoid it. Now The Dude and Seth are almost well and Seth's girlfriend and I are both, that's right, sick. Unevitable, unavoidably sick.

We're talking achy, hot/cold, fevery, sore throat, nose congested just kill me now sick. Where's my Nyquil? What's that? I'm out. Damn it. That's what I get for using it as a sleep aid. Hey, shut up. I only did that once. Besides, I'm sick. Be nice.

Also, file this post under worst post ever.

Also, blame the sickness.

Also, this is so not the right time. I've got so much stuff wrap up at work and I'm scheduled to be out of the office on Friday for training. Current situtation = no win.

Also, I will survive. And thank you Gloria Gaynor for providing me with one more crappy phrase to really seal the deal on the suck factor of this post, by like 20 fold.

Dude, drink your water.

This post was supposed to be about driving up to Mt. Baker Friday night and staying at a lodge in Glacier, Washington. It was supposed to be a place where I would talk about the comforts of the simple things in life, away from phones and the demands of the fast paced modern world. It was supposed to be about meeting up with some friends, skiing/snowboarding and conquering our fears (mostly of the downhill variety). It was supposed to be where I would post pictures from this weekend and recount the fun things that happened along the way... like singing nonsense songs in the car on the way back to Seattle on Sunday night.

But then The Dude got sick. Really sick. Waking up in the middle of the night sick, fainting sick, time to go to the hospital sick and long story short that's where we ended up at 4am on a national holiday. I didn't have this day off but I ended up not going to work. I told him if he really wanted to spend his holiday with me this was one way to accomplish it, but that next time I'd rather he just wisk me away to Hawaii or Vancouver or any place else that doesn't resemble a hospital. That and also the next time I hand him a glass of water he better damn well drink it. All of it. Taking one measily little sip and setting it down is so not acceptable. How not acceptable? 3 liters of water via an IV not acceptable.

Dude, drink your water.