Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Daily Note: January 28, 2009

So ever since we hooked up our new, flat screen TV we started getting a new channel. Channel seven point two. Now when I’m flipping channels and going from 7 to 8, it stops in between at channel 7.2. The particularly weird thing about this channel is that I think it is coming to us from the past. Because channel 7.2 ONLY plays The A-Team. Like ALL the time. Yesterday I thought maybe it was playing something different because it was some guy in a polo shirt that looked relatively current so I paused before advancing to channel 8. But then all of a sudden, Mr. T busted the door open and ran into the room to attack the guy wearing the polo shirt.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Daily Note: January 23, 2009

The hype has finally reached a climax. It can no longer be ignored. Jeff and I are going to see Slumdog Millionaire tonight.

UPDATE: It was totally worth it.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Daily Note: January 22, 2009

We interrupt this regularly scheduled blog post for an important announcement:

My husband brought me home flowers last night. For no reason. And not grocery-store-wrapped-in-clear-plastic-with-the-price-tag-still-on flowers. But a bunch of beautiful, deep purple tulips wrapped in paper and twine.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Daily Note: January 21, 2009

Much to report. Where to start? Uninventive, I realize, but in summary form, here’s the deal –

1. I was too lazy to write a thoughtful post about the New Year. I kept thinking I’d do something belated, but just never got around to it. I think I’m finally ready to admit it’s just not going to happen. I don’t even have any resolutions. I’m feeling pretty okay about it though.

2. Jeff and I packed up and headed to Orcas for most of the long weekend which was the best thing ever. I hope to post photos tonight or tomorrow. We had the cabin to ourselves and the weather was fantastic. It was in the 50s! There was no wind and all blue skies and I had that epiphany-like moment that always sneaks up on me in the winter where I remember that -- pause for significance -- summer will come again. Do you know what I mean? Winters around here can be such a downer and I think every year I get bogged down with hibernating indoors and it’s not that I think summer WON’T come but rather that I don’t think about it at all. You just accept that it’s freezing and grey and wet ALL THE TIME. Hood on and head down.

But on Sunday it was so beautiful that I put my coat on and ventured down to the beach by myself. I proceeded to have one of those corny, self reflective moments where I felt all super deep and like there should be a soundtrack to my life, Real-World-style. I sat on a log and turned my face to the sun and closed my eyes. And I stayed like that for like 5 full minutes. Then I walked to the other end of the beach, layed on my back on a big flat rock while the sun roasted me. And it felt like summer!! And it was the best feeling ever. Maybe I’m the only one who needs it, but just in case, here’s my pep talk – It won’t be long before the days start to get longer and the rain a little lighter. The mud will dry up, the trees will start growing leafage, your yard will start looking less and less like crap, the farmers markets will come back and before you know it you will be eating peaches. PEACHES people. It’s true.

3. Due to late night ferry riding, I missed The City on Monday night, but was able to catch up online last night. But how can I really debrief about The City when we all know what the main television event was yesterday. One word – Inauguration. I mean, really. Talk about a deep, cleansing breath. I feel like the country just took its first one in 8 years.

4. The Lost season premier is tonight. I’m pretty excited. Jeff and I came to Lost way late in the game and started renting episodes over the summer. I’m ashamed, but I loved it. We’re all caught up now and eagerly anticipating the show tonight.

I think that’s all I’ve got. Updates done.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Daily Note: January 16, 2009

Belated notes about this week's episode of The City (I missed the real time show and had to watch it online Tuesday night) -

Loved when Jay asked Whitney to be his girlfriend. Nervous about his shady roommate and his influence on Jay.

Does Olivia routinely make faces and tilt her head in a totally Heidi Montag manner? I believe the answer is yes. Also, do you think that when she agreed to be in the show she knew that she was being cast as the bitch? I don't. I think she assumed she was being cast as the beautiful coworker who knew the city like the back of her hand and would serve as Whitney's benevolent guide. Burn.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Daily Note: January 12, 2008

Alright dudes. I’m back from Washington DC, but don’t have much to report. I forgot my camera so my Mom took pictures – primarily ones of me standing in front of every monument ever built giving my half sincere, half 14-year-old-“Moooom, hurry up and take the picture”-smile. The big highlight for me was probably walking down Pennsylvania Ave and watching them erect all the grand stands and stages for inauguration. Oh and also, my Mom and I rented Tropic Thunder and watched it in our hotel room together one night. The lowlight was probably when I had to have both my ears amputated from frostbite. Just kidding. But seriously, it was SO COLD and SO WINDY.

On an unrelated note, please send positive thoughts my Grandmother’s way as she starts chemo this week. Please also send hopeful thoughts to everyone else in my family who are having to schedule and undergo preventative colonoscopies as it is now coming out of the woodwork that just about everyone who bears my Mother’s maiden name died of colon cancer. You might be wondering what the biggest predictor of colon cancer is. The answer: genetics. Awesome. Thankfully, my brother and I get to delay this super fun procedure for a few more years yet.

A few years ago I had an upper endoscopy, which is when they put you to sleep and cram a tube with a camera in it down your throat to look at your stomach. They do all the “oscopies” in the same wing of my hospital. I still remember waiting in the back room of the hospital for them to call me back for my upper endoscopy. I was sitting in a wide corridor filled with people recuperating from their oscopies behind thin little curtains. I was nervously jiggling my leg and pretending to read a magazine when I heard the following exchange from behind a gauzy curtain:

Nurse: Mr. Paterson? Can you hear me?
Mr. Paterson: (indiscernible groan)
Nurse: Mr. Paterson, I’d like you to roll over on your side for me, can you do that?
(Shifting noise)
Nurse: Great, now I need you to pass some gas for me.
(Horrible gaseous noise that went on for at least 30 full seconds)
Nurse: That was a good job Mr. Paterson, can you do it again?
Mr. Paterson: mmmm-okaaaay (more horrible farting noises)

I was HORRIFIED. Poor Mr. Paterson is probably a husband and a father with a successful career and here he was heavily sedated and being made to fart within hearing range of MANY people. Couldn’t they at least give the poor man a private room in which to pass gas? Don’t think I won’t be discussing this with my doctor before I have MY colonoscopy.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Daily Note: January 4, 2009

Maybe I should change the name of this blog to Jill's Weekly Note.

Sorry folks, been feeling a little under the weather of late and have been too sick to post anything other than whiny emails. In a nutshell, here's the deal with me of late:

1. Had a great New Year's Eve in Vancouver BC with our friends Chris and Beth. (side note: we drove an hour north before remembering that we'd left our passports at home thus adding over 2 hours of extra driving to our trip north. us=lame)
2. Celebrated Jeff's 33rd birthday on New Year's Day by singing "Old Man River" to him in a baritone voice.
3. Got sick.
4. It's effing snowing again!!! If it doesn't melt by morning I am going to be PISSED. I am DONE with the snow.
5. I leave Wednesday morning for a business slash pleasure trip to Washington DC. Business because I have to meet with some people about business while I'm there, pleasure because I'm bringing my Mother along and we're sticking around an extra night to explore the city. I have to go to DC a fair amount for work, but I'm always stuck in the hotel and never have the time or energy to actually see the city.