It’s Sunday Morning, and I’m Trapped in a Dungeon

So, the long and short of it is that my professor is cramming 12 weeks into six, which means I have a case study due every Monday, plus a 10-page final paper, plus a comprehensive exam at the end of the semester. I’m currently working on putting together a presentation, which I hope I’ll be finished with before Sunday Night Dinner.

It’s been nice knowing you…

Here’s some random thoughts I had across the week that I couldn’t quite coax into full posts.

  • Guess who’s going to see Anthony Bourdain at the Cleveland Playhouse on November4th? THIS GIRL (and Charlie)! I already bought tickets, and I snagged us good seats for the money (the mezzanine).
  • This week, I got Zentangle Basics by Suzanne McNeill.  I missed the second class that was to be at Vancura Gallery because there was no foreseeable way I was going to go from Ashland to Middlefield to Chesterland and finish last week’s case study in one day. Maybe one evening this week, I’ll pound out a Zentangle to get re-acquainted.
  • Also, in “Law of Attraction” news, my mother approached me to do some hand-addressing of envelopes for a large Rotary of Cleveland event coming soon.  I have no serious, formal, calligraphy training, I have literally no skills with pointed pen technique, but I do pride myself on my penmanship. I have written some thank you notes for the male co-workers in my office because mine looks nicer.
    So, what with the Law of Attraction, you say? I’ve been meaning to also pull out my calligraphy books and get to self-teaching myself the method. I find it Zen like Zentangle, but I have always loved script writing. Please, Powers That Be, let me make mistakes and practice, and not get frustrated and give up.
  • I realized I needed to get my ass on the treadmill, stop bitching, and just run for God’s sake, but I am having a miserable time trying to find time to do it. The great argument of, “to join a gym or run on teh treadmill at home” has come back again.  I have no problem running at home, but feel like having a space to go weight train and do other types of cardio would be good for me.  But, we see how well that turned out with the Lifetime Fitness membership (i.e. crowded, expensive, annoying).
  • I also have the fervent desire to get the food thing under control.  I’m not eating junk food, I’m not eating fast food. I’m just…relentlessly grazing, and constantly hungry. I thought about lunches in grade school, and how they were so carefully portioned out (my dad packed our lunches for us), and I’m wondering if I need to return to some semblance of that.
  • I also remember when I worked retail, and was on my feet all day, that I wasn’t constantly eating, and I think the sole reason was because I was on my feet all day, constantly moving.  That is not the case now with my current job.  I have the luxury of not having to stand all day, but clearly, at what cost?
  • Being way more conscious of my lunches means I also need to be way more conscious of my dinners on Monday and Wednesday night at CSU. I’ve been eating the roasted veggie quesadilla at the dining hall two nights a week. And since it’s so delicious, I’m pretty sure that means it’s horrible for me, roasted veggies or no.
  • My mini-vacation this year (like Chicago in 2008, and Atlanta in 2010) will be to Pittsburgh.  I don’t have a business conference that I can piggy-back on, though. I’m just dying to go back to Fallingwater and seeing Kentuck Knob for the first time.  In addition, I’m looking to see the Carnegie Museum, Fort Ligonier, and ride the Duquesne Incline.  The more I think about it, the more excited I am about this trip! That said, I need to find a summery dress to wear on the Fallingwater/Kentuck Knob tours, because I don’t need any more pictures of me in jeans and a t-shirt.  It’s time to step up my game!

Two-Weekend Recap

The last two weekends, Charlie and I got gussied up and went out like adult people do.

Bad at self-photography...

On the 9th, he and I did a dinner/dance cruise on the Goodtime III. During the trip,  Charlie had flashbacks to when he was 12, and he and his family used to cruise the Cuyahoga river in their boat.

We had a nice time, but did not realize that it became a booze/dance cruise after the dinner portion, so he and I parked on the top deck of the bow to watch the city partying from the river as we passed by.  Charlie was totally geeked, so I didn’t feel bad about missing some dancing.

On the 16th, he was the best man, and I was his +1 for his college friend’s wedding.

Being Best Man is serious bizness

The bride had created lovely tablescapes that included diamond scatters on the table.  Being grown up adult people, we at the groomsmen’s table spent the whole night pegging each other with the scatters. When the groom got too close to our table, we pegged him with the scatters.

The DJ, who’d totally been watching us misbehave the entire wedding, pegged Charlie with a diamond when we were out on the dance floor, slow-jamming to “Whiter Shade of Pale.”

I found no less than six scatters in my evening bag, caught in my hair, and shaken out of Charlie’s tux.

It was a good night, and although I didn’t get hammered, I definitely had a minor hangover when I woke up.  Good sign?  Good times.

Read Moar Bookz!

I’m in the first week of my second, 6-week summer semester at school.  The professor is a vivacious, involved and committed teacher, and thank God (Oh my God, let me just express my naivete: apparently, what appears to be vivacious and committed at the beginning of the semester, turns into pompous and task-mastery when the glow fades.  This professor is a dick!) Because the professor I had last class was just terrible: you couldn’t hear him, he filled up the time just to make the class last until 9, his syllabus was vague at best and obfuscative at worst, and couldn’t commit to a teaching style…

So yes, I’m glad to be in my new class. I cannot wait until this class is over!

As part of our course long assignments, we will need to do the following:

  1. read the Wall Street Journal,
  2. listen to NPR,
  3. [there was a third thing that I am currently mis-remembering], and
  4. spend the last 10 minutes of the day reading fiction.
I was a little surprised at number 4, but his reasoning made sense: sometimes, you need that 10 minutes at the end of the day to just let your brain calm down and recharge.  It helps you sleep better.
I like it because it’s not a huge time commitment (the last hour of my day is usually the most structured with no room for frittering), and and it’s just enough to get a toe in.  If I read for longer than that, awesome, if not, 10 minutes is manageable and enough.
I’m definitely going to have no problem doing that homework.
Post edited on August 1, 2011.

Putting My Foot (Fork) Down

It was a pretty low-key weekend, wherein I got to appreciate some serious solitude and quiet time, and also realized what I need to keep myself from going insane during my self-imposed hermittage (i.e. sometimes, reading a book will make you crazy!).

I really, really wish that Charlie and I had skipped the disgusting Chinese buffet on our date night.  I was too ill to gorge myself on Spice of Life Catering‘s Landscape Brunch in Howe Meadow on Saturday morning.  It wasn’t cheap to go to, and had I been able to stuff myself silly, it would have been worth every friggin penny.

That said, I’m calling them later this week to see if they’re hosting another brunch.  That’s how good my nauseous nibbles were.