The prospect of them winning Sunday's game is as stressful and worrying as them losing, for we have committed ourselves to going to the Super Bowl should Lady Luck and the officiating staff smile upon them. The internet writers like to call the NFC Championship "one win away from the Super Bowl," all casual like, but I've thrown up mental barriers in my head. I mean, I still can't believe we beat the Saints. I still can't believe that throw to Vernon Davis. At some point in the game, amidst the crowd roar, I broke from reality, and was mindlessly shouting over and over, "WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"
I've spent a year at Moss Adams, so this means I'm returning to jobs I started in my public accounting infancy. My laptop remembers the wireless networks. I remember where the bathrooms are. Older, wiser, etc, etc.
I've been lackadaisical about working out. I got a certain home exercise DVD set popularized in a Bruno Mars song, and I read the literature, but I'm having a hard time committing. When do you work out when you have 12+ hour work days?
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Pound of flesh
To Newark, CA today. I debated on which bridge would fuck me over the least, and we decided today that would be the Bay Bridge. Not bad!
Later, at In-and-Out. I should've ordered my Double Double protein style, but I still find myself gun-shy at that critical moment of ordering. Or lazy. The burden of talking when you are hungry! I marvel at those people with long Starbuck orders, who ask how meat is prepared, who ask for no butter. I'm usually only capable of an "EAT, NOW. PLEASE." Or, as they do at In-and-Out, "Uhhhhhhhh... No 1, please." Regrets, regrets...
I should've brought a magazine. Instead, I stared at the back of some other lone diner, male, in his teens, wearing a bright red Knights of the Old Republic t-shirt, fiddling with his Droid (! I just noticed the connection). Next to me, an older couple, easily into their 60s-70s. I can't remember what they discussed, though they were the closest sound to me. Funny how that happens.
Picked up our meat CSA. Weirdo meat of the month: goat spareribs. Also: ground turkey. Steve suggests we mix it with some real meat, having it act as meat filler. Steve got me the Meatball Shop cookbook for Christmas, which is highly appropriate since Marin Sun Farms gives us a ton of ground meat and now I will have something to do with it all.
Back home, I continued to work. Stinky is an aggressive afternoon snuggler, so after some angry-meowing, he draped himself across my forearms while I typed, and purred himself to sleep. (Aw.)
Later, at In-and-Out. I should've ordered my Double Double protein style, but I still find myself gun-shy at that critical moment of ordering. Or lazy. The burden of talking when you are hungry! I marvel at those people with long Starbuck orders, who ask how meat is prepared, who ask for no butter. I'm usually only capable of an "EAT, NOW. PLEASE." Or, as they do at In-and-Out, "Uhhhhhhhh... No 1, please." Regrets, regrets...
I should've brought a magazine. Instead, I stared at the back of some other lone diner, male, in his teens, wearing a bright red Knights of the Old Republic t-shirt, fiddling with his Droid (! I just noticed the connection). Next to me, an older couple, easily into their 60s-70s. I can't remember what they discussed, though they were the closest sound to me. Funny how that happens.
Picked up our meat CSA. Weirdo meat of the month: goat spareribs. Also: ground turkey. Steve suggests we mix it with some real meat, having it act as meat filler. Steve got me the Meatball Shop cookbook for Christmas, which is highly appropriate since Marin Sun Farms gives us a ton of ground meat and now I will have something to do with it all.
Back home, I continued to work. Stinky is an aggressive afternoon snuggler, so after some angry-meowing, he draped himself across my forearms while I typed, and purred himself to sleep. (Aw.)
Day 2!
I ran a little farther and a little faster, and that's all we can hope for.
I'm considering doing a bootcamp style program sometime later to motivate me to get up at 5.30a because this is where we are at now: I think I need to get up at dark o'clock to find time to exercise during the week. Exercising in the evening is not working at all.
Main obstacles: coldness! darkness! warmness of bed and husband and cats!
Does P90X work? I'd be indoors and close to a shower.
I'd like to lose about 20 lb and be able to do a push-up is the rough goal for the year. Modest, but on the other hand, obtainable.
I'm also trying to learn self-acceptance. (This may be harder than the push-up.)
I generally wish I was a more creative person. Scratch that. I am a creative person, but the lack of actual creating is frustrating me and I'm feeling like I'm living an unfulfilled life.
Tomorrow, we go back to work. I'm consoling myself by thinking about where I want to go on vacation this year. Hawaii, yes. Chicago, maybe? New York? One of those weirdo retreat places where you eat vegetarian food and do yoga underneath an oak tree?
Dropped all the knives off to get sharpened. I really mean all of them. All we have left are steak knives. I'm not sure why I did it this way. We'll be forced to eat pre-cut vegetables and ice cream all week long till we get them back. (I'm kidding about the ice cream.) (Perhaps.)
I'm going to leave you with quotes from Wooden because I've been watching bowl games all day and Wooden kept on coming up during the Pac-12 commercials.
"Don't mistake activity with achievement."
“A coach is someone who can give correction without causing resentment.”
“There is nothing stronger than gentleness.”
I'm considering doing a bootcamp style program sometime later to motivate me to get up at 5.30a because this is where we are at now: I think I need to get up at dark o'clock to find time to exercise during the week. Exercising in the evening is not working at all.
Main obstacles: coldness! darkness! warmness of bed and husband and cats!
Does P90X work? I'd be indoors and close to a shower.
I'd like to lose about 20 lb and be able to do a push-up is the rough goal for the year. Modest, but on the other hand, obtainable.
I'm also trying to learn self-acceptance. (This may be harder than the push-up.)
I generally wish I was a more creative person. Scratch that. I am a creative person, but the lack of actual creating is frustrating me and I'm feeling like I'm living an unfulfilled life.
Tomorrow, we go back to work. I'm consoling myself by thinking about where I want to go on vacation this year. Hawaii, yes. Chicago, maybe? New York? One of those weirdo retreat places where you eat vegetarian food and do yoga underneath an oak tree?
Dropped all the knives off to get sharpened. I really mean all of them. All we have left are steak knives. I'm not sure why I did it this way. We'll be forced to eat pre-cut vegetables and ice cream all week long till we get them back. (I'm kidding about the ice cream.) (Perhaps.)
I'm going to leave you with quotes from Wooden because I've been watching bowl games all day and Wooden kept on coming up during the Pac-12 commercials.
"Don't mistake activity with achievement."
“A coach is someone who can give correction without causing resentment.”
“There is nothing stronger than gentleness.”
All Frodos wild.
I'm still astounded, sometimes, that Vegas is the most appropriate vacation destination for nearly-dead-from-diabetes, Rascal-wheelin' slot machine jockeys, and smoking hot women. Magical.
We stayed at the Wynn because they sent us a flyer in the mail. (Aside: I can't believe that worked.) My immediate reaction upon entering the hotel is that all one billion Chinese people are in the casino right now. Really, I have no doubt about the vitality of the Chinese economy now. As we entered our room, I couldn't help but notice the white with gold highlights, and the white leather sofa and think, This is very Chinese! There was a line of tourists with a middle-aged tour guide in a vest in front holding a little flag marching through the lobby!
So, if I was feeling insecure about the smoking hot lady-staff of the Wynn, I, at least, was surrounded by my people.
Speaking of ladies, it is my tradition to view the titles of the adult movies at a hotel, not because I want to buy porn, but because I love the knowledge that someone out there had to curate the collection and another person had to write the descriptions, and I get about 10 minutes of free amusement. What have I learned about our curator? MILF. Also, in the category they euphemistically called Exotic or something, but they really meant Racial, there were only two categories: Asian & Latin. Yes, no Black category! How to interpret this? Do we dare hope that integration has truly occurred? An important moment in civil rights.
Buffet: awesome. In true American style, every placard sitting over the chafing dishes stated whether the food contained gluten, dairy, was vegan, was sugar-free. Yesterday, I basically had two plates of meat and a plate of dessert and didn't eat the rest of the day. AMERICA IS #1.
Gambling: I missed the part of my 20s where you're supposed to learn how gamble. But, we randomly ran into someone we knew at the Wynn (!!?) and Steve, at some point, was up $2,000 in craps. (!!?)
Entertainment: coincidentally, Jerry Seinfeld was performing at Caesar's Palace. He killed it. We even decided not to look like jerks and dress up because one of the magical things about Vegas is that you can never be overdressed. On the way over there, some guys passed me a club flyer because, apparently, we looked like we were looking for a party and I thought, "OMG, I passed some standard!" and continued to clack down the sidewalk.
Playing at the Venetian casino floor: "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now" by the Smiths. I wasn't sure how to interpret that.
Overall, we had fun, and I simultaneously greatly appreciated and was slightly resentful how easy it was to get a cab in that town.
We stayed at the Wynn because they sent us a flyer in the mail. (Aside: I can't believe that worked.) My immediate reaction upon entering the hotel is that all one billion Chinese people are in the casino right now. Really, I have no doubt about the vitality of the Chinese economy now. As we entered our room, I couldn't help but notice the white with gold highlights, and the white leather sofa and think, This is very Chinese! There was a line of tourists with a middle-aged tour guide in a vest in front holding a little flag marching through the lobby!
So, if I was feeling insecure about the smoking hot lady-staff of the Wynn, I, at least, was surrounded by my people.
Speaking of ladies, it is my tradition to view the titles of the adult movies at a hotel, not because I want to buy porn, but because I love the knowledge that someone out there had to curate the collection and another person had to write the descriptions, and I get about 10 minutes of free amusement. What have I learned about our curator? MILF. Also, in the category they euphemistically called Exotic or something, but they really meant Racial, there were only two categories: Asian & Latin. Yes, no Black category! How to interpret this? Do we dare hope that integration has truly occurred? An important moment in civil rights.
Buffet: awesome. In true American style, every placard sitting over the chafing dishes stated whether the food contained gluten, dairy, was vegan, was sugar-free. Yesterday, I basically had two plates of meat and a plate of dessert and didn't eat the rest of the day. AMERICA IS #1.
Gambling: I missed the part of my 20s where you're supposed to learn how gamble. But, we randomly ran into someone we knew at the Wynn (!!?) and Steve, at some point, was up $2,000 in craps. (!!?)
Entertainment: coincidentally, Jerry Seinfeld was performing at Caesar's Palace. He killed it. We even decided not to look like jerks and dress up because one of the magical things about Vegas is that you can never be overdressed. On the way over there, some guys passed me a club flyer because, apparently, we looked like we were looking for a party and I thought, "OMG, I passed some standard!" and continued to clack down the sidewalk.
Playing at the Venetian casino floor: "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now" by the Smiths. I wasn't sure how to interpret that.
Overall, we had fun, and I simultaneously greatly appreciated and was slightly resentful how easy it was to get a cab in that town.
11-3!
Looking back on the year, one would assume I would mention something about work, seeing as how I started a new job/career. I thought about how I grew up in the era of Dooce and I wondered if those rules aren't relevant anymore. Do people get fired over their Facebook statuses?
I hesitate, still. I've sat here about five minutes wondering what to say/not say. And with that prelude, you would assume I have some major misgiving to confess to and that's not true. I like what I do, I like the people I work with, I appear to do it well. I really got nothing to complain about. But, I chart my progress on the promotion ladder along side my declining fertility. I'm uncertain where I'll be in the next 2-3 years.
I'll put this out there, too: it's weird to work with people who were clearly popular in high school.
Also: my God, I started running. I've been telling myself that my body was built for strength and pushing heavy things, and running is not in my genes, and the more I said it, the more it sounded like an excuse. So, enough of that. The best part of running is that the workout starts when I leave my house and the cooldown is the walk back home. The worst part of running is the running part.
This was the year I went to Paris and Tokyo. (Additional plus of the job: 5 weeks of PTO)
I hesitate, still. I've sat here about five minutes wondering what to say/not say. And with that prelude, you would assume I have some major misgiving to confess to and that's not true. I like what I do, I like the people I work with, I appear to do it well. I really got nothing to complain about. But, I chart my progress on the promotion ladder along side my declining fertility. I'm uncertain where I'll be in the next 2-3 years.
I'll put this out there, too: it's weird to work with people who were clearly popular in high school.
Also: my God, I started running. I've been telling myself that my body was built for strength and pushing heavy things, and running is not in my genes, and the more I said it, the more it sounded like an excuse. So, enough of that. The best part of running is that the workout starts when I leave my house and the cooldown is the walk back home. The worst part of running is the running part.
This was the year I went to Paris and Tokyo. (Additional plus of the job: 5 weeks of PTO)
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