New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Tuesday, March 02, 2004

News bulletin...Fountains of Wayne will not be performing at the "industry" event that I mentioned before...and Harry Shearer the Voice of TV Land (and the Simpsons, Spinal Tap and Le Show) well he did some sort of in house performance, Q/A today and Loki heard him say when asked what kind of music he liked, after rattling off lots of obscure music acts, he said and I quote Loki quoting him, "And even though they are totally mainstream, "I love Fountains of Wayne..."

Hmmmm, Fountains of Wayne = Mainstream?

I don't know what to say...

One more random Fountains of Wayne comment...one of my friends at was on the up escalator going up today and he saw Christopher Walken on the escalator going down...

Ohhh what a day, but before I start I have an example of how wonderful my husband is...I came home and washed my face and put on a t-shirt and some flannel pj bottoms. As I put them on I think, "Boy I guess I am not getting fatter. These pants seem much larger than usual."

I cook some sort of stir fryish dinner thing which prompts Gilly to eat TWO count em' TWO different vegetables which is a reason to celebrate itself. Totally off topic... I love my T-Fal pots. It's a sick and purely selfish love but I love them none the less. I take great care to make sure that no harm befalls them and they are bathed with the utmost of care...but I digress...

The pants thing was still suspicious so I say to Gilly, "Do I have your PJ's on?" and he says, "Yes." And I say, "Why didn't you tell me? I thought that I had lost weight!" and he says...and this is where it gets funny, "I thought it was a homage to me! Don't stetch the waistband." (I fold the waistbands over to make the pants shorter)

Love is a husband who allows you to wear his fuzzy pants even if he's afraid that you'll ruin the waistband, and he lets you do it just because he thinks you're cute.

But what a day. Contrary to what I said last night, I stayed up too late reading my "Stitch 'n Bitch" book. Then when I got dressed I had all sorts of drama. The skirt I put on didn't look right with the shirt I had on because they both had pockets in the front. The next skirt I put on had didn't go with my tights, the next skirt had too many buttons, and the next one didn't go with my shirt. I am the Goldilocks of Skirts.

I had to go down to the dryer to find a skirt...on my way down I stopped to get my bag in the hallway outside the kitchen, so I am squatting in the hallway trying to stuff my breakfast into my bag while clad only in a fitted denim shirt, a pair of ribbed black tights, and a pair of pointy toed flats and Edgar is attempting to climb into my lap. I look at him and say, "Calm down. I'll feed you in a second, but first and foremost Mommy's got to put a skirt on."

I go downstairs and find my a-line, distressed, blue corduroy skirt. For some reason sharing this is very important to me. It's a very cute skirt which transitions quite well from winter to summer. In the summer it's paired with a white t-shirt and navy blue Dr. Scholls.

Anyway, somehow I make it out the door and as I walk towards my car I realize that every one of the windows is exactly two inches down. Apparently I had pressed the button combo which makes this little trick happen (a trick which by the way, I thought was the coolest thing ever when we got the car a year ago). Apparently I had made it happen the night before. Because it was raining this morning there was a fine mist of water on each and every one of seats.

Howard Stern was screaming about Mel Gibson and how his new film is a "passion play" and how it's just like the Natzi propaganda films of days of yore and how Mel Gibson didn't go to the Oscars because he knows that everyone hates him now and more and more. I can't go too deep into it because I haven't seen the film nor do I need to. I know enough about crucifiction and how Mel's kinda gone around the bend and well I don't need to see it played out on the screen to know how cruel it all was. But such a rant at 6:45am didn't set the tone for a very jolly day.

High points of the day included AC and I trying to book rooms for our business trip to DC later this month, only to find that the hotel that we needed to stay in was booked solid. We were about to make it a slumber party and bunk up together (a sacrifice that we would only make with each other because we wouldn't volunteer to share a room with anyone else)...until we figured out that the Ritz had rooms available and was within walking distance of where we needed to be. Life is tough. I once spent a very tramatic weekend in said Ritz, but I won't go into that now.

Our new team assistant started all bright eyed and bushy tailed and imagine my irritation when I noticed that she was taller than me. As I told MLFOWF I should have made her stand up when I interviewed her. In lieu of a staff meeting tomorrow I suggested that we order lunch in and get to know each other. Which my coordinator jumped at the chance to do...so now we have massive quantities of Carmine's food being delivered for five (5) not too large woman including, "tiramisu." YUM.

Then I had to give my intern my AMEX to order six (6) $50 I-Tunes certificates to thank the creators of our Image Campaign. As much as I hate filling out expense reports and hearing Gilly say, "What's this charge for? When do you get reimbursed?" It was great fun getting the thank you emails (they were all delivered via email). I am not normally the kind of girl who believes in bribing people after they've basically just done their job...but I have a soft spot for anyone who is so good natured and is amazing at what they do. Plus they're all cute boys. Who doesn't like to buy presents for cute boys? It makes even a married woman feel all sassy and tart.

Hanging around with Loki makes me talk about cute boys too much.

While making my rounds I had some quality time with kitchen boy discussing his upcoming holiday with his girlfriend and our experiences visiting nude beaches. During which I suddenly realized two things, as cute as kitchen boy is he is a. fairly tiny as in slender and not so tall and b. his is very, very young. Young in a fun, little brother, aren't I excited kind of way. Still very refreshing to chat to.

Then I got to spend some even better quality time with Loki in her office discussing website names and her new crush.

I realize that I am much more relaxed in other people's offices. In my office I am very tense.

Plus I was the elevator where I had a rousing Red Sox vs. Yankee discussion with John Norris. Who thank goodness is a Yankee fan. Now I can almost forgive him for doing those cheesy rave CD comp infomercials in the mid '90's, but I still hold his wonky teeth against him.

Chalk that conversation up to another incident of, now I become "the girl who he awkwardly recognizes but has no idea who she is..." and who he's guaranteed to pass in the hallway about a million times now.

MMMMm husband jammies.
posted by JustKeepMum on 9:20 PM