I've gotten less productive since free cable showed up at my house randomly. Now I feel the need to drop everything and watch the latest episode of "The Girls Next Door" or "Property Virgin" and it's amazing just how often Ryan Secrest shows up when you have cable. The good thing is I'm off work until the 5th, which means I have lots of time to be somewhat productive and also somewhat a couch potato.
Bummed that "Dirty Sexy Money" was cancelled. Yes, it was a little silly, but I did enjoy it. And so much better than all of those reality shows. I still can't get into "Grey's Anatomy" or "Private Practice."
Facebook is way too addictive.
I'm now mostly unpacked from my trip. The good thing is, I don't have to see the inside of an airport until the end of January. The bad part it's still going to be winter in the Northeast and after 10 years on the Gulf Coast, I just can't handle anything colder than 80 degrees. Yes, I'm a big wimp. So big a wimp, actually, that yesterday I was wearing a parka in the office and typing with my gloves on.
And also, I'm very much enjoying being engaged.
jalara pointed me to this JAG fic -- an alternate ending to the series finale. Very sweet, very nicely done. I thought some of you would enjoy.
After much angst and hand-wringing, I booked my vacation. I had some work things to work around and I'm still mildly stressed over work interfering, but given that my vacation has a strong emotional undercurrent associated with it, I've got a couple of potential solutions in my back pocket. I think my boss understands how important this trip is to me.
Not much writing done this past week, nor much sleeping. I stayed up way, way, way, way past my bedtime to catch all the Olympics action and stepped up the workouts a little bit to get to my goal in time for the vacation.
We did go out shopping yesterday even though we were determined to avoid the malls because it was tax-free weekend here. It's something they do once a year, just in time for back-to-school, and the whole world goes insane. It ended up paying off and I got a great dress at Ann Taylor from their Celebrations line for next to nothing (our dinner at a fairly inexpensive restaurant cost more than the dress). Glad to have the dress because I don't really have anything black-tiey, and I have three upcoming weddings on the calendar and it'll be nice to have something that's more dressy to wear.
Plans for today are more workouts; weekends and Mondays are usually 90 minutes or more at the gym and then taper down the rest of the week. Seriously, if I see one more infomercial that says you can get cut and toned in just two 30-minute workouts a week, I'm going to scream. I'm also going to scream when that Fluidity workout infomercial comes on where women lament that they get "too big" when they lift weights. There's a part of me that wants to reach into the television set and shake them, and the other part wants to know, "Oooh, how do you do it?"
Question -- anyone know if Mulder & Scully rented or owned their apartments?
I'm completely in Olympics mode. I'm not usually a sports geek, but I love the Olympics, especially since the sports I used to compete in are front and center in a way they never usually are. I'm especially fascinated by Dara Torres. We were talking about her in step class today and everyone was like, "*How* does she do it?" Honestly, I would love to be that awesome when I hit my 40s.
major anxiety over some RL stuff right now, but there's nothing like a dose of humility to show what's what. For those of you not in the know, we're back on the house hunting/rental property circuit. We're a little crazy with the showings and we're both control freaks; actually, I'm the bigger control freak and all four-year old like "I. Can. Do. It. Myself." There may be trust issues in there too, but mostly it's a control thing and an intense feeling that no one is going to look out for us like *me*. So we've got lots of appointments with like the entire real estate community here in Sweat Sock City to see various rental houses (note -- we already have "relationships" with like 99 percent of the real estate world in Sweat Sock City because we have "commitment" issues. No, we're not working on those issues either, given that our MO is the same this time around).
( Oh the things that happen to you in the sexy real estate worldCollapse )
Missing scene from the movie -- "I could be someone more than just the man you come home to." MSR, of course, and spoilers ahoy. My gratitude to my wonderful betas, talking_donkey and J.
( Where the Heart IsCollapse )
I realized today that talking_donkey are coming up on 10 years of friendship or more. We met online in 1997 when she sent me feedback about one of my DS9 stories, and that in itself was unusual because it was the era of the 'shipper wars -- Worf/Dax versus Dax/Bashir (or is it Bashir/Dax -- can't remember now) -- and we were on opposite sides of the battle. And yet, here were are, 10 years later. Don't know what that equals in Internet years or dog years, but it proves you can be on opposite sides of a heated fannish issue and *still* manage to be friends.
And then I have a couple of thoughts about the XF movie. Honestly, haven't stopped to wipe the grin off my face, I was so happy to see them again. But, couple of things -- ( X-File movie thoughtsCollapse )
AC is *still* not working, which is so not awesome when we're now in like day 20 of triple digit temperatures. My vents actually spit out ice, which is just amazing when you consider the temperature outdoors. Ice in July? I don't think so.
The XF2 fics are coming in and The Water is Wide by aloysiavirgata is fun. Go read.
We saw the XF movie again today, which makes this only the third movie I think I've seen multiple times in the theater. The other two were "Titanic" (twice) and "X-Men 2" (three times). Usually I'm too cheap to see a movie more than once in the theater, but we had the free passes from Friday's mishap and used them today, not to mention it's so hot here right now that the movie theater is the one place we can find relief.
We had missed some things when the volume went out, so it was good to finally have a couple things make sense. Honestly, the second time around, I caught so many more little details, including nods to fans, that I missed the first time around and I felt really satisfied. The Boy asked if I still loved the movie, and I said yes. I left the theater feeling that I'd had the chance to re-connect with characters I loved, that emotional tug that keeps fannishness alive. Missed that feeling big time and it's good to have it back.