I should be writing a paper

I should be writing a paper right now (due Tuesday), or maybe showering, seeing as it's 2:30 in the afternoon, or, on that note, maybe I should be running, since that's the reason why I keep telling myself its ok that I haven't showered yet. Getting all sweaty and smelly on the treadmill sorta negates the whole showering thing. Anyway, the point is, I'm not doing what I should be doing, because I'm lazy, and because I was sick of seeing the same entry at the top of my blog. (Noone's fault but mine, I know.)

So I thought I'd quick say hello and post a few pictures of the pretty tree in our backyard. I seriously love spring, it's so gorgeous here right now!

But first, here's what Dan and I do on Thursday nights when we don't have class... sit at home and take pictures of ourselves. And watch The Office, of course.

Fashion Challenge!

Sarah presented this really fun fashion challenge over on her blog to try to come up with an outfit for under $50. Here it is in her words…

Put together a cute ensemble for a party, for under $50.00. It must include at least clothes and shoes but if you want to try for a matching handbag and jewelry like I did then by all means do it! And if you decide to accept this challenge, let me know so I can check it out.

So, since I have sort of hit that “I can’t handle this anymore and I refuse to start anything new after 4:00” wall here at work, I thought it would easily help me pass the time! Also, it goes without saying that I love this kind of stuff, which is why I love Sarah’s blog so much. Here’s my outfit, sort of a sassy retro look, I’m digging it…

The dress is from Charlotte Russe and costs $24.99.

And these darling peep-toes can be purchased from GoJane.com for $17.99.

And finally, the earings are from Forever 21, and are super cheap, just $2.80.

So for just $45.78, I think this is a fabulous party outfit, and I'm quite pleased with myself for putting it together. Even though I never shop at any of these places. Hmm... maybe I should?

Snowwww... I'll wash my hair with snow

This weather is seriously out of control... and I absolutely love it! When else does your boss come to you at 8:00 AM to tell you to feel free to leave work whenever you'd like, to not worry about making up the hours, to just leave him a voice mail the next morning if you're not going to make it in? Snow days are seriously awesome. I remember back in college sophomore year having classes cancelled because of crazy amounts of snow, but I suppose I remember that very well because that same day Kate and I, despite the weather advisories and the fact that our ENTIRE COLLEGE TOWN had shut down because of the conditions, attempted to make the drive to Decorah, Iowa to pick up Lisa and rolled her Explorer and missed hitting a semi by about 3 feet and almost died. Yeah... good times.



Anyway, back to today, the awesome snow day. The one ironically crappy thing about today is that it is Dan's and my first week without class since we started grad school and, of course, if we had had class, (I hate when sentences end up like that, with two had's right next to each other, I suppose it's probably simply a product of my crappy writing and it doesn't actually happen to anyone else), it would have been cancelled. Isn't that just how life goes?



So I went outside to try to take some pictures, because for all the bitching people do about snow and how it disrupts our lives and all that, it is so ridiculously gorgeous. I absolutely love it. (That may be because I am not the one outside shovelling right now... husbands are quite nice to have on days like today.)



Oh, and Nathan, could you please call me or email me or something? What's going on with you? Do you still love your family at all? If you do... you should really call and tell us that, because we're starting to really wonder. Sorry to do this so publicly, but we're running out of options, short of driving down to Chicago and busting down the door at Banana Republic with the producers of Intervention. Love you.

Whining

This "studying" thing is, admittedly, a little irritating. Going back to school has just added this whole new element of planning to my life that I hadn't had to deal with since college. Don't get me wrong, I love sitting at the coffee shop with my laptop (loving it!) and I seriously don't mind filling my brain with something useful as opposed to fashion magazine articles, celebrity gossip, and random bloggers' self-obsessed ruminations (no offense!), but there is just not enough fricken time in the day! When you add all these new school responsibilities to my already over-loaded schedule of working and tv and socializing and spending time with the pup and once-in-a-while giving my husband a little bit of much-deserved affection, it just feels like I am never doing everything that I want to be doing. I mean seriously, my DVR is like 90% full, and most of it is crap that I just haven't had time to watch. I hate it. I feel so left out when I read my TV gossip blogs, I have no idea what's going on. Case-in-point: 24. I was SOOO excited about the new season, but I haven't watched any of it yet. That's like 6 hours of television right there! But of course, I can't keep away from the stupid blogs, so I know that yummy Curtis dies and Jack goes all vampire on some guy and kills him with his fricken mouth, and I started reading something about someone being Jack's brother but quickly stopped myself from ruining anything more.

I am such a whiner. Oh, woe is me, I don't have time to waste my life watching ridiculous amounts of TV like I used to. I don't like myself either.

Also, about 99.9% of the fights Dan and I have gotten into in the past month have been directly related to our study habits not really jiving. Fortunately for you all, I don't have time to get into that, because it's really not that interesting. Just know that there have been slammed doors and crying over when to study accrual accounting concepts. We're dumb.

Gotta go get back to work, I'm at the coffee shop, trying to study a bit for tonight's exam. (The instructor calls them weekly quizzes, but who here has ever taken an hour-long quiz with 78 possible points? I didn’t think so, those are fricken exams.)

Ha, I just re-read all this and realized I used the word “fricken” a ridiculous amount times. I am so lame.

I'm bringing blogging back

Updates:

• Someone requested that I fess up as to how the 5K went on Thanksgiving. God, that was a long time ago, but I will say that it went fabulously, it was a beautiful morning, weather wise, and I ran all the way to the free t-shirt table at the end. It was a great way to start out my day of gluttony, even though I ended up eating myself sick. Argh, I have no self-control. (One thing I should note, however, is that I've ran maybe three or four times since the Turkey Day 5K. Inspiring huh?)
• I'm back in school, working towards my MBA, and it's been going good, really good. However, right now Dan is in the other room reading about liabilities and stockholder's equity while I am here in the living room blogging for the first time in months. Can we say procrastination?
• Oh! Guess how it is that I am blogging in the living room? Yes, we got a laptop a few weeks ago and I am in lust with it, it makes me so happy. It is pretty and we have wireless internet and I got a cute new red laptop bag/tote to carry it around in. Yay!
• As my title dorkily hints at, I went to the Justin Timberlake concert last night in St. Paul with some buddies, and it was completely fabulous. Over the last few months I have felt a little ashamed of the fact that I was going to see Justin, just as I am ashamed to admit that I have been to very few concerts in my life and one of the few was the Backstreet Boys my Junior year of high school. But I no longer feel shame, because the concert was just incredible, that boy is outrageously, almost obnoxiously, talented, and uuber sexy, and I had a blast. And I will shout it from the rooftops and tell anyone who will listen to me that I am now an adoring Justin Timberlake fan. So yeah.
• Dan and I went to Colorado at the beginning of January with my family. Pictures are on flickr, however they're not very exciting. I hate how I can't take pictures that accurately protray how incredibly beautiful that part of the country is, because it is just breathtaking. You should still check out the pictures though, because I really sacrificed to get those mothers, I forgot to bring my camera out on the slopes every single day until the last day we were skiing, which was of course, freezing. It felt like my fingers were going to break off when I was up at the top of the mountain holding up the entire group. Also skiing with a big honking camera bag strapped across your chest really is not as kick-ass fun as it sounds.

• A few days ago I got these beauties for 40% off, and I just can't decide if I should keep them. They seem really well-made, and I've been looking for brown cozy/furry/warm boots like these all season but haven't been able justify spending the money. So I just can't decide, I really am leaning towards keeping them, but I need someone to tell me to do it. (Seriously, if you think I should return them, don't tell me, because it might break my heart.)

It seems we're all relatively caught up now, so this is where I promise that I'm going to try to start blogging more often again. I'm just pretty sure it won't be from work anymore because for the past few months I have just been incredibly busy there, and it doesn't seem to be letting up. Actually, it's started to get pretty stressful, but I suppose they are paying me for it, so I shouldn't complain. Anyway, this unfortunately means that gone are my slacker 9-5 blogs. However, I'm thinking that I like this blogging-as-procrastination thing for studying, so that might just be what gets me back in the habit. Who knows, we'll see, I feel like I've written this exact thing 10 katrillion times before.

Weekend Posting

Last night Lisa and I watched Sabrina (the Audrey Hepburn one not the Harrison Ford one) and honestly, it was not the best Audrey Hepburn movie I’ve seen. Don’t get me wrong, Audrey is ridiculously gorgeous, and the clothes (my god the clothes!) are absolutely to-die-for, especially all the divinely elegant coats she wears. But the rest of it, well I just didn’t find it very exciting. The plot goes to crap when she starts hanging out with Linus, because, frankly, he with the pants up to his boobs and the 5-foot-nothing stature, sucks. Humphrey Bogart in Sabrina has got to be the least charming and least sexy leading man I’ve ever seen on film, (possibly even worse than Matthew McConaughey in Failure to Launch, and that says a lot). My God, where is Cary Grant when you need him?

After that, we figured we should buckle down and watch the episode of Gilmore Girls I had recorded on Tuesday, even though we were dreading it like it was a chore. Oh my God did it suck, I am so sad at the state of that show these days. The whole Chris and Lorelei proposal/elopement thing, it was just so horrible and cringe-inducing, very difficult to watch. We were like 12-year girls during the scene when he was proposing, shrieking, “ewe, so gross!” I’ve been sort of content with their dating, I wouldn’t say I was enjoying it but it was actually kind of sweet, and they’re pretty good with the back-and-forth banter stuff, but all the teary-eyed confessions of love and the post-coital gushing, just plain gross. I can’t take it.

It’s been a nice weekend so far; I ran this morning, and then Dan and I went out for coffee and pastries (gotta balance out the exercise with high-calorie foods, right?), then we did some more Christmas shopping. We are doing so awesome this year, we’ve got about half of our list checked off and it’s not even Thanksgiving! Crap I’m boring, huh? Now we’re just chilling at home, drinking more coffee and awaiting Lisa and Angela’s arrival so we can order pizza. Then it’s off to Liz’s birthday party, which I’ve been looking forward to all week!

I believe this is the first time I have ever posted from home, which is kind of sad, but it’s a milestone of some sort, so it must be stated.

I had to look up the word "proverbial", and I still don't know how to use it

Dan and I went for a run outside yesterday morning, and holy crap did it seriously kick our asses. We’re doing a 5K on Thanksgiving morning, so we figured we should, I don’t know, train our lungs a bit for the cold as well as remind ourselves of the fact that it is so much easier to run on our treadmill than it is to run outside on the hilly streets in the freezing cold. Being that I was a total Debbie Downer about doing it, we did better than I expected, and I kind of sort of enjoyed it a little. It actually felt good to exercise outside, imagine that! I suppose it just feels a little more primal and gritty than running while watching the Top 20 Video Countdown on VH1. (Speaking of, did you see that Kiefer was on it this weekend? He is looking so yum these days, I can’t wait for 24 to come back!)

Anyway, it was really quite a nice little day we had yesterday, the perfect commitment-free lazy Sunday. We went out for a light lunch and sat around drinking coffee and Diet Coke, looking at the ads and talking about Christmas presents and finances and all that, but not in a stressful way. I think we figured out what camera we are going to buy to replace my broken Canon piece of crap. Oh, I suppose I have an update on the whole camera debacle. The nice people at Canon offered to fix it for us for just $169, which is nice of them, seeing as I can buy an entirely new camera for just about $100 more than that. Manufacturer’s warranties are such a scam. Grrr. Don’t buy a Canon, this is Canon number TWO that has gone to crap on us in like less than a year. I am bitter. This is just the worst time ever to have to buy a new camera, seeing as I have been talking about trying to buy a laptop and an ipod as well. With Christmas coming and our Colorado vacation just around the corner, (not to mention starting school in January), we can’t really afford any of them, let alone all of them.

Wow, my camera-ranting and financial issues are really really boring. Sorry. This blog sucks.

I should get going, it’s Monday and I have lots to do on Monday mornings at work, weekly actuals and multiple customer deliverables and all that. So far, though, I must say I’ve done a pretty good job procrastinating this morning. I wish I could put procrastinating on my resume and it be a good thing. I seriously rock the proverbial house of procrastination. That doesn’t make any sense.

Not very perky today

I listen to a local talk radio station at my desk at work for most of the day (FM 107.1) and I can’t tell you how many “holiday-themed” commercials I am already hearing. And it really pisses me off. Seriously, I LOVE Christmas season! I am a tried and true sap when it comes to that time of the year, I love watching all the old-time movies on TV and listening to the non-stop holiday music on the radio, I love the blankets of snow on the roofs of the 70-year old Tudor houses in my neighborhood, I love the sparkling twinkle lights and red and gold bows all over the Twin Cities, I love baking cookies and putting them in Santa tins, I love making lists and shopping for gifts, (I don’t even mind the frantic malls filled to their brims with shoppers)… I seriously love everything about the holiday season. But it is November 8th, and it is just WAY TOO EARLY. Am I wrong? Isn’t this the reason why people are so exhausted and sick of it all by the time December 25th is finally here? By then, we’ve been fricken living it for two fricken months! Argh, it’s all those greedy big corporations’ fault, they’re ruining it for the rest of us. I’m becoming jaded and I hate that. I’m crabby now.

Speaking of things that make me crabby, did I tell y’all that I broke my camera on Halloween? I was so pissed, somehow I knocked it clear off the kitchen counter during the party. Yeah, I was a little bit drunken… but not “break-stuff-drunken”, I could have sworn I was more like “everything-is-hilarious-drunken”. But I suppose I did find out recently that I made plans for a game-night on November 11th with some friends, and I have no recollection of having that conversation at all, so I guess I was more “nonsense-talking-fuzzy-memory-camera-breaking-drunken”. Anyway, Best Buy sent the camera back to Canon, and since I’ve had it for less than a year, I’m praying they’ll either send me a new one or give me my money back. I’m sure that’s just wishful thinking, and they’ll somehow figure out that I did indeed drop it, a detail I specifically left out when Dan and I were talking to the Geek Squad guys. Whatevs. (Bets, that’s indeed a shout out.)

Wow, I am indeed a crabby biyatch.

Testing... 1, 2, 3

Well, I’m glad that’s over.

I took the GMAT yesterday, and it would be an understatement to say that I didn’t manage my time very well in the math section. I ended up having to race the clock in the last 40 seconds trying to at least get some blind guesses in for the remaining 15 questions. Yeah, let me clarify, that’s 15 out of 37 total questions in the quantitative section that I just randomly picked an answer for. My heart was racing, my palms were sweating, and during those 40 seconds, I swear to God, I just wanted to curl up into the fetal position and cry. It was horrible.

But fear not my friends, I rocked the house on the verbal section (95th percentile baby!) and I ended up with a fairly decent (well, average) total score. Average will do just fine in this case, so I am not going to sweat it. I am just ecstatic to be over that hurdle.

Now it’s on to bugging my bosses for Letters of Recommendation and writing essays about my career goals and where I see myself in 10 years. Sweet.



And since this post had not an ounce of fun in it, here’s a picture of my baby. She is doing what she is almost always doing, dropping a toy at my feet and giving me her adorably irresistible doggy-eyes in an attempt to initiate a game of fetch.

I’m off to the polls, everyone get out and VOTE!

Donut Run

So I have to say I’m a little depressed today, I’m feeling a little let down. It just doesn’t seem like a Friday (I’m not crazy, I know its Thursday, but tomorrow is our Friday off, so it’s at least supposed to feel like Friday). And the reason? Our donut club has been abolished (that word sounds harsher than it should here, the donut club was terminated completely voluntarily by its members), and essentially I no longer have an excuse to eat a donut once a week. Why is it so much easier to guiltlessly enjoy a chocolate glazed donut when it is bought for you by someone else? I could have very easily picked one up this morning at the convenience store when I was getting my $0.89 coffee, (and believe me, I wanted to), but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I did everything I could to avert my eyes from the evil donut case while adding skim milk and sweet‘n low to my large dark roast.

Argh, I seriously want a donut so bad. Did I mention that I almost broke down and bought one from the cafeteria about an hour ago, but instead scampered off in shame still clutching my dollar bill after lurking about for no less than 60 seconds? Seriously? I am a loser.

In other news, I’m taking the GMAT on Monday and I am absolutely dreading it. I’m so terrified of doing terribly. When did I become so un-sure of myself? I seriously studied for about 15 minutes before taking the ACT in high school, (and only because my parents made me take one of those prep classes and I couldn’t pass notes the WHOLE two hours), and I kicked that test’s ass! I guess the GMAT is a little more important, starting my MBA this January pretty much hinges on it, and it is ridiculously more difficult than any other standardized test I've ever taken. No calculator! What are they trying to do to us? So my mind, at the moment, is a jumble of multiplication tables (quick, what’s 7 times 8?), grammatical rules, and geometrical (is that a real word?) formulas that I have not used since 10th grade. Oh, and I haven’t started studying for the writing portion of the test yet. There are two 30-minute essay portions of the test in which I must either evaluate and criticize an argument or make an argument of my own, offering full support of my stance. It’ll be a blast. I gotta say, though, it’s kind of fun to be doing “school” stuff again, I guess I sort of missed it, weird how that happens. Can someone remind me of that sentiment in 6 months when I’m knee-deep in managerial accounting rules and organizational development theory?

And in other, other news, I am not going to talk about how I started running again this week after almost two months of pure laziness because it will inevitably be the beginning of the end of my exercise motivation. (I swear, though, something clicked when we turned our clocks back for Day-light Savings.) I will just say that it feels awesome.

I still want a donut. Chocolate. With sprinkles.

(Did anyone catch my title's shout-out to the most delicous and hilarious show on television, Veronica Mars? Probably not, because I am a big geek.)

Also, why, when I type this up in Word, and copy into Blogger, does it condense into one the two spaces I have between the end of a sentence and the start of a new. What the hell is that about? I never noticed that until now. That pisses me off.