Feeling better today.
I love IKEA - I bought two new lamps for my room, to replace the funky multi-colored Chiasso ones I had, and a new white-with-maroon-flowers quilt for my bed. The cats all love it, I had all four of them in bed with me last night.
Four more work days (tomorrow, Thurs, Sat and Sun) and then I'm off to the sands of Florida. I don't even remember what 70 degrees feels like. Should I pack shorts or jeans? I'm conflicted. I found my SPF 50 tho, so I'm ready for the sun. I'll come back as pale as ever, I'm sure.
We had an dusting of snow on the ground this morning, and it's been below freezing all week. I probably won't be completely thawed out by the time my flight home comes.
later on 2/27/06
Thanks to eating nothing but popcorn, soup and Tylenol yesterday (and with a warning from this morning's update), I made it halfway through my morning meds and threw up. I asked the manager if he could pull someone to cover for me and I left at noon, feeling crappy.
I hate throwing up. I know my knee is killing me, but I'll have to lay off the Tylenol.
I didn't sleep well again, and this morning I have hiccups that are making me nauseus. Ow. Off to work we go.
It's cold and windy here. In eight days, I will be where it is 80 and balmy. As they pray in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, "Let me have love unending, let me look good in shorts."
My car loan company wrote me a nice note to tell me a missed a payment. I left them a nice message telling to tell them that Bank of America processed my online payment for two months worth of car payments on Jan 6th, and it went through fine (as have earlier ones). Why don't they pay attention?
Today was the day of spending the rest of my holiday gift cards. I picked up a really pretty green spring skirt at Old Navy (which nicely matches a silky tank top I have, will bring to Tampa for dinner clothes) and also some flip-flops. At Barnes and Noble, I picked up the DVD of Proof and a book called The Baseball Geek's Bible, which will make for good plane reading, if I can wait that long. And I went to Marshall's to spend the gift card from Uncle Charlie and Aunt Joan, and bought a Spring raincoat in a color that can only be described as "Nederlander Green" - some of you will know what I mean by that. It's certainly... bright, but it was on sale and I needed a new raincoat. And the only other color they had in my size was something I like to call "vomit peach," so I think I chose wisely.
later on 2/25/06
Things I never thought I'd actually hear from someone, in all seriousness: "Have you accepted our lord Jesus Christ as your saviour?"
And I guess I'll have to wait another four years for Bode Miller to win an Olympic medal. I managed to be near the TV when they were showing the slalom race. What a shame.
I'm working an extra 3-11 shift today. Because I could use the money, and because I want to be the one to escort a particularly favorite patient of mine out the door when she gets discharged today.
Aren't I sweet.
Is it so wrong to ask for $10.01 of gas, so I can "keep the change" with Bank of America? Didn't think so.
the real 2/24/06
It's 1pm, so it counts as the actual day now. The sleep thing wasn't too great - I kept waking up every two hours or so. Either my knee was throbbing, or Sheeba was re-adjusting herself on my lap, or both.
Usually my knee hurts because of the weather changes (this is my right knee, not the left one that I banged up two years ago in the accident). But the weather hasn't been all that out of whack these past few days. If it's still hurting over the weekend, I'm going to ask my MD to do some x-rays or something. There's a specific part (on the proximal tibial tuberosity, if you care) that hurts when I touch it, so maybe I bruised it somehow? I just don't remember banging into anything tho.
early on 2/24/06
Argh, hate that I can't sleep. I guess technically it's late Thursday night, but it's really 3am, so that's early Friday to me. I napped after work until dinner, and now I can't get to bed. Good thing I'm working the evening shift tomorrow, so I don't have to get up in a few hours. Between the knee pain, the cats jumping into bed, and the fact that I keep thinking of things I need to note down about patients tomorrow, I just can't settle.
Only in New York (and environs) moment from work today: a Haitian woman, whose first language is French, ordering a Mexican dish from a Chinese restaurant, in English. And they say we're uncultured.
I love the Japanese skater who won the gold - her program was fantastic. The Americans looked sloppy in comparison. And I just learned that the 2010 Winter Olympics will be out in Vancouver. Maybe I should save up my vacation time and go see Pete and Corrie. I think I remember Pete saying it wasn't that much of a drive from Seattle to Vancouver.
Cute sports note from The Onion today:
Tampa Bay Devil Rays Worried They Might Be Cut During Spring Training
ST. PETERSBURG, FL—Members of the Tampa Bay Devil Rays team, coaching staff, and front office expressed concern Tuesday that they might not be one of the lucky 30 teams invited to participate in the 2006 Major League Baseball season. "There's a lot of good teams out there, and most of them have been around a whole lot longer than we have," Devil Rays manager Joe Maddon said. "The Yankees, the Red Sox, the Angels—you know they're all going to make this year's league. I guess we just have to try our hardest, put some money into this club, and prove that we belong out there with those other teams." Opposing managers throughout the AL agree that, while the Devil Rays may someday make a decent big-league ballclub, it's probably best that they get some experience first by starting the season in Triple-A.
Alright, let's try that sleep thing again. Since it's technically Friday, tomorrow is the last event for Bode Miller. And I have off this weekend, so I can enjoy it.
The Rent DVD came out yesterday (I was napping too much to buy it, will pick it up today). I've already gotten a handful of emails from people I either haven't met or haven't seen in years saying how great the documentary looks. It does look great (except for that camera-adding-ten-pounds thing) - they sent me a copy of that - but I really want to listen to the commentary track and watch the missing scenes. That's always fun. So after work today I'll go grab that (it's 6.30am, I doubt Wal-Mart is open at this hour).
Last night I dreamed that I went skiing and banged up my knee. This morning? Knee hurts. Ace wrap.
Tino's going to ESPN! That's not as good as staying on the Yankees, but at least we'll get to see him. He really is the most handsome Yankee. Ex-Yankee. Whatever. Less than two weeks til Tampa.
I hate traffic. The Lincoln Tunnel was so backed up tonight when I went to meet Tesse. Hate traffic. It took nearly two hours to get there and I was late for the show. And of course, it only took 40 minutes to get back home. I would have gone in earlier, but around 3pm I was zoning out in front of the hockey, and took a nap until 4. And then at 4, I wasn't any more awake, so I cancelled on dinner and napped until 5. Don't know why there was so much traffic going IN to the city tho. Come on, it's Tuesday.
Poor Bode, no medal today. One more chance tho.
Mom and I went to AC today, and I actually broke even. I would have ended up $400 richer, but I kept playing the slots. Silly me. But breaking even is good.
Tomorrow Tesse and I are using her "I'm a Drama Desk voter" bonus points to see Sweeney Todd. I saw it back in previews and really liked it, so I'm looking forward to going again.
And funny moment of the day. On the drive down, we were listening to the Jersey Boys cast recording, and I mentioned that Frankie Valli is still touring and performing. Not five minutes later, we passed a billboard advertising his concert in AC next weekend.
Like they said in The Producers: "That's a funny name for a play, Cash."
Well, James and I went to see Ring of Fire, the Johnny Cash musical. Or rather, we sat through the first act, and decided that going home to watch curling on the Olympics would be more interesting. The show combined the accordion-playing of Sweeney Todd, the set design of Woman in White and the plot of... well, it didn't have a plot. If the Tonys were held tomorrow, Suzanne Somers' The Blonde in the Thunderbird would win for best book. It was pretty atrocious.
Two days off from work - I'll need them to recover. I mean, Jarrod Emick didn't even take his shirt off, and I was really hoping for it.
I love ice dancing. It's so fun to watch - and I love that the skaters use music from their own countries. Which sounds like an odd thing to like about it, but it's true. It's sort of the opposite of all of the athletes speaking English, which they seem to do fairly well when interviewed by the NBC reporters.
My box of chocolates was still there.
Bode Miller's gold? Still not there.
Funniest site of the day: Brains4Zombies. Appropriate, considering last night's Shakespeare.
Whoa, Les Mis is coming back to Broadway for a six-month run, starting in October.
Thus solving the question, when the time comes, of "what will we do til Spring?"
Pitchers and catchers reported to Tampa today (check out the legs on my baby). Position players report Tuesday. I report in less than three weeks.
Even Mimi is ready for Spring Training.
And a patient gave me a big heart-shaped box of chocolates today, and I left it at work! I'm an idiot! I'm off tomorrow - I wonder what the chances of it still being there on Saturday are. Ha ha. Not going in tomorrow to find out, I can live without the calories.
Tomorrow's plan: sleep late; find out if my friend Jon wants to come to the games in Tampa with me (depends on how long he's in town for when I'm there and if he can overcome his "I'm not into sports" thing); if so, get tickets together and sell my single tix; go to Wal-Mart; not eat chocolate; watch the DVD of "Modern Marvels: Baseball Stadiums" that came today; and go see my friend Dave's show - hopefully entitled Twelfth Night of the Living Dead with Duncan. Sounds like a good way to spend my day off.
later on 2/15/06
All day long, I've thought it was Thursday. But it isn't. Which means I don't get paid tomorrow, but Friday. Oops. This is why - I'm tired.
I earned a whopping 65 cents with Bank of America's "Keep the Change" thing. That's super. As they say in Avenue Q, every little bit help.
There's an article in Playbill today that wonders if Kristin Chenoweth could play Samira in The Ghosts of Versailles. I wonder if the Met is actually going to do it! I fell in love with Ghosts when it was first done back in 1991. Mom and I saw it here and in Chicago (travelling to see both the opera and Hakan Hagegard singing Beaumarchais). Oh, I hope they do another production of it here!
19 days til I am in Tampa. Must go buy film. And charge digital camera battery.
I like that one of the Olympics commentators felt the need to say, "let's talk about another American skiier, one who isn't Bode Miller," or words to that effect. Hey, the guy knows how to work the media. And he's cute. And from New Hampshire. Can't beat that. And he can really ski. Having been on skis a grand total of once in my life, I can't say that it's an easy thing. I do want to take lessons. I am off the topic.
Speaking of the Olympics, why do all of the male figure skaters look like they're 14?
Bode? Disqualified? That ain't fair.
What is fair tho, is snacking on candy hearts all day at work. Happy Valentine's Day! As an added bonus, I get to sleep late tomorrow, since I'm working evenings tomorrow and Thursday.
It doesn't seem right that the sun is out and the snow is melting. We should have snow on the ground for weeks and weeks, with more coming each night. Oh, I need to move north.
later on 2/12/06
Aww, I'm sad that Bode Miller came in 5th in the downhill. That's one of my favorite winter Olympic sports to watch.
Tesse took some pictures of the storm.
Ooh, a veritable blizzard! They said 6-12 inches, but we got over two feet.
I went into the city last night just as the snow was starting to come down. Ben and I saw Doubt, which was fantastic. Then we met up with Tesse and Duncan for a drink at Vintage before heading downtown. The plan was to meet Paula and Jason and their friends at some East Village karaoke bar, but when we got there it was really just not my scene. So Tesse and I left Duncan and drove over to Marie's (in the ever increasing snow) and stayed for a drink there. Everyone agreed that there was no way the snow was going to stick. Well, after a long, snowy drive back to Inwood, and a longer hassle finding a parking place (the usual garage was closed so we parked on the street at 207th), we fell asleep thinking it was just a flurry.
I woke up at 9.30, glanced out the window, and immediately called Ben to say there was no way I was driving to Paper Mill today. Instead, Missy came over and we watched the weather and drank coffee and stared at the snow.
Around 1ish, I called Dona and asked if she had a shovel - and behold! She did! While Tesse layered up her clothes, I went over to Dona's, got her car keys, got the shovel out of her trunk, and borrowed her sassy warm waterproof mittens. I'm glad I wore my boots into the city last night. It took Tesse and I about an hour to dig out the car and get it out of the parking space, and it took me almost two very slow hours to drive home. The roads weren't as horrible as I'd been expecting them to be, but there were some very slick and slushy spots.
And of course, when I got home, the snowplow had plowed in our nicely-shoveled driveway, so I got out Mom's shovel and attacked it so I could get the car in.
I have to take the car to the car place tomorrow after work I think - it was having some odd shakiness every time I got it up near 50mph (which, with these roads, was rare). So I want to have that checked out so it doesn't throw another rod.
And now - to nap. My back hurts.
Oh and it's still flurrying here.
And it's supposed to get up to 50 degrees by the end of this week. This is so unfair.
I just snagged free tickets to Doubt for tonight. One of the few plays I haven't seen yet. I'm glad it isn't supposed to start snowing until late tonight. It'll be a nice weekend of depressing theatre - a friend asked if I want to see The Diary of Anne Frank at Paper Mill tomorrow afternoon. Pending the snow, we're going.
But to make the day a little brighter, I bought a bathing suit for my FL trip today. Ahh - the signs of Spring - a foot of a snow and a new bathing suit.
Whoa, I might get to actually use the snowblower this weekend. It feels like Spring outside, but they're forecasting a foot of snow for tomorrow night. Good thing I'm off this weekend, but the weather might put a damper on my city-going plans.
Jonathan Pryce was fantastic in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, but unfortunately Norbert was out. His understudy was good, but trying too hard to imitate Norbert, I thought. Still, we enjoyed it. Tesse and I met up for dinner at Vintage, home of the stuffed cheeseburgers and fantastic fries. Ran into my friend Alison, who I haven't seen in forever, there.
Today I'm beat tired - from the show last night and from today being crazed from start to finish. It's astounding tho, no matter how much work piles up during the day, it somehow all gets finished by 3.30pm, so I never manage to rack up any OT ;-). Tomorrow is CPR and then 3-11 shift. And I got a call from a classmate of mine - she's interviewing there tomorrow, I promised to put in a good word for her. Someone I used to work with at the hospital interviewed there as well last week. I should find out how that went.
The details? So Sondheim (hereafter referred to as "Steve") was sitting in the row ahead of me at Mano's gig last night. I thought he would have been at the Public's reading of Bounce but what do I know. So after the concert, I walked out to the lobby and there was Steve shaking hands with Mano. Now every time I see Mano, he looks at my arm and says, "You need to show that to Steve," and I tell him I've never met the man. So he promised to one day introduce me to him. Last night, the timing was right - I tapped Mano on the shoulder and said, "Hey, show him my arm." And he did. And Steve gushed over it and asked the usual questions. He was with Cyn O'Neal (of Friends in Deed, she can also be seen in the Rent documentary), and she asked for Anil's info. Too fun. And a dream come true.
And no, I didn't ask for his autograph.
Hey, in one month I'll be in Tampa.
It looks like I can move to 3-11 at least part-time. Tomorrow I'm going to talk to the woman in HR about it. She called and said that there are some weeks where they need a 3-11 person, and asked if I can switch between days and evenings. I said, "sure." So tomorrow I'm bringing her a list of the days I can't do 3-11 (mostly because of baseball tickets) and she's going to work out a schedule for me. Very cool.
From The Onion today: Millions of Americans Succumbing to Sudden Elder Death Syndrome.
later on 2/6/06
Wow, so I had a literal dream come true tonight. Mano introduced me to Stephen Sondheim and showed him my "Sunday in the Park" tattoo. And Sondheim gushed over it. Fantastic. I can't even put into words how freaking cool that was.
Here's a first - I get to work, see that there are one-too-many nurses on the schedule and offer to turn around and go home (seeing as how I did the double and this will save them on the overtime). And they said yes! Go home and go back to bed! I'm glad I live around the corner from work. Not that I couldn't have stayed, since I fell asleep around 7pm last night), but heck, I'll take it. I really hope I can change to the 3-11 shift soon. I left a note for HR yesterday.
I know it's girly, but I broke a nail today and it hurts. And Mimi is the oddest cat. For some reason, she loves the sound of the emery board, so when I was sitting down to file down my nails, she just poked her little kitty nose right up next to the board and was trying to eat it. I offered to file her back claws, but she didn't answer.
So no work today - and tonight I'm going to a concert that a friend is doing in the city. Tomorrow is my regular day off this week. I have no idea what I'll be doing. Maybe I'll go to AC, it's been a while since I was there.
Happy birthday, Peter. I hope Seattle wins today. I guess - I mean, I don't really follow basketball.
I look fat on the documentary.
But I'm on it. And my pictures!
Pittsfield mail must just be faster than Matawan mail - my Rent documentary arrived today. But since it's almost midnight and I have to be back at work at 7am, I'm going to have to watch it tomorrow.
I did a smart grownup thing today. Told Jim that I can't date someone whose present goal is to date around. So we're still friends, but not dating. It's grownup, can't say that I'm any more or less happy for it, but it's done. Can't remember the last time I instigated a breakup.
Ah, payday. Which means that my check is already spent with payments to Mom, Visa, Allstate, having the oil changed and my hair cut.
I'm working a double shift tomorrow. Yay for overtime!
Jen got her copy of the Rent DVD (and all I can say is "where's mine?") and we are indeed famous for our fifteen minutes. I can't wait to see it! It comes out on the 21st. Go buy it and see me.
And even more exciting, I paid for the balance on my and Missy's season tickets today! Tier Reserved 15, row F, seats 13-14. First base side, baby! The guy on the phone was like, "we just had two seats open up in the Main Reserved section, but those are $850/person." I made the executive decision to be fiscally conservative and stick with our $250/person plan.
later on 2/2/06
Damn, I can't get a Yankees credit card, with 0% interest on balance transfers and a low interest rate. Because I declared bankuptcy. What happened to credit card companies wanting you to have more credit? Not that I need more credit, but I sure could use that lack of interest on the balance transfer.
Happy groundhog's day? Are we getting Spring or Winter? Does it matter?
From The Onion today:
Piazza: 'I'm Just Excited To Be Able To Finish My Career Somewhere'
SAN DIEGO—During a press conference introducing him as the newest member of the Padres, Mike Piazza, the 37-year-old ex-Met catcher on the downside of his career, said he "couldn't be happier or more relieved" to have the opportunity to finish his career. "I have to admit, San Diego was always one of my top 30 choices," said Piazza, a free-agent who finalized a one-year deal with the Padres on Tuesday. "I was open to literally any possibility, but in the end, San Diego swooped in and met all my criteria: a contract, a major-league baseball team, and a spot on its roster." Piazza added that, now that his contract is settled, he can start focusing on getting in good enough shape to hit the three home runs he needs to reach 400 and coast to the Hall of Fame.
I had a super-fun time in the city last night. I was trying to get there in time to join Jim at a gig that a friend of his was doing, but I didn't make it in time. So I went over to Marie's and ran into Duncan (no, Duncan? at Marie's?), and we sang a whole lot of obscure bits from Miss Saigon and JCS. Jim called when the gig was over and he came by for a while. Dinner, drinks, the whole nine yards. I don't know where the future is with someone who doesn't want to do the committment thing, but for now it's fine. It's not like I want to settle down right away. But then again, it's not like I'm 18 and have the entire future ahead of me anymore, either. Then again, I could live to be 90 (and the way medicine is going, I will, and believe me I know all about old people) so could theoretically push off the marriage and kids issue for years and years and years.
I lost my train of thought. Whatever, I'm happy. Life is good. For the most part.
I'm delighted. Amazon sent me the CD's of the new Sweeney Todd and Jersey Boys. I hate that Sweeney only has parts of Act Two tho - I'm so used to hearing the full thing. But I do love the scaled-down orchestrations, it sounds beautiful. And I haven't been able to get the Frankie Valli songs out of my head since I saw Jersey Boys, so I'm thrilled to have the CD. It's going right in my car.
And my first issue of The New Yorker, which Ann bought me a subscription to, arrived today too. It's a good mail day.
Now if only someone would send a check for a zillion dollars. That would be an incredible mail day.
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