After complaining about sharing my recent bout of unfortunate circumstances, childhood friend/commenter/namesake Kristin sagely input, "they always say things happen in 3's..." Does the same go for good luck? I think it might. You see, after butting heads with Karma, my luck has changed. All minor things, of course, but as someone who constantly has a rain cloud hovering slightly over her head, you notice the little stuff. Take Tuesday, for example: After a nine-mile run in the Presidio, in which I left my car parked for 2.5 hours in a 90-minute lot because I got extremely lost somewhere along Lincoln Boulevard and accidentally ended up at the entrance to the Golden Gate Bridge (oops!), I returned to find my car untouched. I then went to Nook for the rest of the afternoon, finishing up a bunch of work and grabbing a couple coffee breaks with friends, leaving my car parked in a two-hour from 10am to 3pm. Not so much as a single ticket, defiitely no tow truck in sight. In Nob Hill/the Marina. For five hours, I tell you. This is so unlike me to be the recipient of good fortune.
Yesterday, I put in an emergency call to my dermatologist because my skin is breaking out like a 13-year-old boy who bathes in peanut butter and chocolate (come to think of it, my diet does incorporate both of those staple foods...). Normally, my dermo in Tennessee wouldn't be able to see me for six months minimum; however, again Karma smiled down upon me: There was a cancellation this morning, and I was welcome to come in. (Again, luckily, it turned out to be only a hormonal thing, because my gyno recently changed my BC prescription. She switched me back, and I should be back to normal within the month. In case you were worried. I also opted for a microdermabrasion treatment next week for the Hell of it; if any of you have had that done, please let me know what you thought of it!)
While I don't necessarily buy into all of the Buddhist beliefs, I have been over at my friend Autumn's a couple times in the past few weeks, where she was burning incense in her Buddha Good Luck/Abundance corner. Autumn's really into yoga -- like, really into it, as in she recently attended a retreat in Thailand and is going to another in India -- so spirituality goes hand-in-hand. While I may not practice it, maybe her Buddha did feel sorry for me and gave me a little something-something to take with me. After my dermo appointment earlier today, I headed to Anthropologie to search for Autumn a birthday present. The sale room was an explosion of color, so naturally I had to check out any possible deals. Lo and behold, everything I loved was either a 4 or a 6, my sizes exactly. Normally, all the steals are 0s or 14s, from one extreme to the other, and with no amount of improvisation could I fit into either of those. Armed with two skirts, a blouse and nine dress (SVV will rolls his eyes when he reads this I can already predict -- "don't you have enough dresses, woman? We only have one small closet to split between the two of us, after all!"), I was flying high. I only ended up buying one, a mustard silk number that I tried on month's ago in NYC -- I know what you're thinking, mustard, really? But I have a pretty dark complexion, and besides when something's 50 percent off at Anthropologie, suddenly mustard's as good a look as any -- but still, all those pretty things in my size were a definite upper.
I think clothing maybe only counts for .5 of my three good things, but the final .5 comes from Old Coot next door who has been jackhammering away at his wall for the past month straight, sending me nearly knocking down the door at the closest psych ward, as all the noise just feet outside my kitchen is driving me to the point of hysteria. SVV said he tried to give him advice on how to get the job done quicker, because he was doing it all wrong, but Old Coot declined his help. I finally (politely) asked last week when he would be done, considering I work at home and am under daily deadlines and all that banging is simply not good for my sanity (or writing at that). He's a bit senile, so I didn't really think he understood my point, but alas, not a peep out of him since then. So yes, overall, my luck has taken a turn for the better...for now at least. (Ed. Note: Doi! I spoke too soon. It just this second started again. I knew this was all too good to be true.)
So who tuned in for the two-hour season finale of Lost last night? Holy smokes, Batman, is that shit getting CUH-RAZY! I think I might just spend these next few TV-less months rewatching the first four seasons, because even though I watched 1-3 last summer, the show is so intricate and complex, that you really have to watch each episode multiple times to fully understand it all. Thank God for Doc Jensen's intellectual recaps, otherwise, I'd be one lost (no pun intended) lass.
Are you going to see Sex and the City this weekend? I don't care if I'm a walking cliche, but I am psyched. My friend is holding a cocktail and viewing party on Sunday night, where everyone is donning appropriate attire, and man am I excited. Speaking of which, when did it become the "uncool" thing to like SATC? Remember when it was still on and every woman you knew between the ages of 12 and 50 eagerly awaited each Sunday night? Now, five years later, it's all of a sudden the "cool" thing to scoff at the phenomenon. Sort of like how when there's a hit song, and you smugly say, "Oh Umbrella? I was listening to that way before it was popular -- like six months at least. It's so over in my eyes. I just hate when things get so mainstream." What is with that??? In essence, I will be seeing Sex and the City on opening weekend and proudly sporting my prettiest pink.
Can I interrupt this stream of consciousness for a minute to share some of my new favorite things? Why thank you. Firefox 3. Despite my computer saying there were currently no updates, I visited the Mozilla website upon SVV's suggestion, because my year-old MacBook has been running super slow, and what do you know, four happy little words -- Sneak Peek Firefox 3 -- were there to greet me. I downloaded the new version, and voila, life was instantaneously made better for both me and my Mac. Additionally, I'm digging the new tool and address bars (and yes, that officially makes me a dork). Victoria's Secret Body by Victoria IPEX strapless bra (wow, that was a mouthful to type). Ever since I wore out my bandeau strapless a couple years back -- which lasted me a good five years at least, until the underwire began to poke me so badly and it landed itself in the trash -- I've been unable to find a suitable strapless to take care of the girls when I'm decked out in my summer duds. It turns out all this time I'd been wearing one bra size too big. Who does that, I ask you? It's so common to wear a bra too small, but too big?? That could explain why every strapless I've ever bought has wound up somewhere around my belly button by the day's end. Jello pudding cups in an assortment of sugar free flavors. It's nice to know that now those of us with sweet tooths who prefer fat free and sugar free dining options can have tasty desserts, too. In NYC, I could only find sugar free pudding cups in vanilla/chocolate swirl, but would you believe they now come in caramel, dark chocolate, mint chocolate sundae, dulce de leche, moccachino, chocolate raspberry, creme brulee, and I'm sure many more??? (I currently have four flavors sitting in my fridge.) And all for a guilt-free 60 calories. Even SVV, hater of all things made with Splenda, is digging them. Seriously, divine. Google Reader. I'm such the more attentive blog reader with the discovery that I can get instant alerts(!) every time one of you posts something new. I held off as long as I could, but I just didn't have the strength to fight it anymore. Hurrah!
Duffy. I'd be reading about this girl on other blogs and had heard a song or two on The Hills (it seems all you have to do is land a single on that show, and poof, you're sales increase tenfold), but Autumn made me a copy of her CD and I can't turn it off. She's sort of a cross between Lily Allen and Jem. And if Duffy was the latest thing, say, three months ago, you have my permission to say, "welcome to the party two hours late, Kristin!" I'm notoriously uncool when it comes to music, just ask my mom and sister. I'll call them saying, "I just heard the new Miley and Billy Ray song, and I just love it!" And they'll be all, "yeah we loved it, too -- a year ago, when it came out." But I do love the new Coldplay song Viva la Vida that I'm pretty sure has just recently come out, even though it sounds just like every other single they've ever released (but ever since seeing them in concert in Germany a few years back, I think I would name my kid , or maybe dog even, Chris Martin, you know like Lorelai named her mutt Paul Anka). I just checked their summer tour schedule, and wouldn't you know it my last two days in Canada in July, they're playing in the Bay Area, and the day after I get back, they'll be up in British Columbia where I just left. Bummer. Speaking of music, who has some good tunes to recommend me for the summer? I've worn out Colbie Callait's CD, Madonna's Hard Candy is only good in small doses, the Journey live album I just bought was a disappointment, and Sheryl Crow's new disc is possibly the worst $13 I've ever spent. I'm in dire need of recs, people! Help a sista out, please.
Apologies for the random ramblings and so many questions -- you're probably exhausted by now if you've made it this far down -- I think I may have ingested too much caffeine before noon today. SVV and I are headed to Sac this afternoon to attend Lisa's housewarming party/do book research/visit with his lovely family/(hopefully) catch up on the rays we were deprived of last weekend. Wishing you all a happy, sunny weekend, particularly those of you running the San Diego Rock 'n Roll Marathon on Sunday! May your feet be able and stomach tolerable of beer once it's all over!
Yesterday, I put in an emergency call to my dermatologist because my skin is breaking out like a 13-year-old boy who bathes in peanut butter and chocolate (come to think of it, my diet does incorporate both of those staple foods...). Normally, my dermo in Tennessee wouldn't be able to see me for six months minimum; however, again Karma smiled down upon me: There was a cancellation this morning, and I was welcome to come in. (Again, luckily, it turned out to be only a hormonal thing, because my gyno recently changed my BC prescription. She switched me back, and I should be back to normal within the month. In case you were worried. I also opted for a microdermabrasion treatment next week for the Hell of it; if any of you have had that done, please let me know what you thought of it!)
While I don't necessarily buy into all of the Buddhist beliefs, I have been over at my friend Autumn's a couple times in the past few weeks, where she was burning incense in her Buddha Good Luck/Abundance corner. Autumn's really into yoga -- like, really into it, as in she recently attended a retreat in Thailand and is going to another in India -- so spirituality goes hand-in-hand. While I may not practice it, maybe her Buddha did feel sorry for me and gave me a little something-something to take with me. After my dermo appointment earlier today, I headed to Anthropologie to search for Autumn a birthday present. The sale room was an explosion of color, so naturally I had to check out any possible deals. Lo and behold, everything I loved was either a 4 or a 6, my sizes exactly. Normally, all the steals are 0s or 14s, from one extreme to the other, and with no amount of improvisation could I fit into either of those. Armed with two skirts, a blouse and nine dress (SVV will rolls his eyes when he reads this I can already predict -- "don't you have enough dresses, woman? We only have one small closet to split between the two of us, after all!"), I was flying high. I only ended up buying one, a mustard silk number that I tried on month's ago in NYC -- I know what you're thinking, mustard, really? But I have a pretty dark complexion, and besides when something's 50 percent off at Anthropologie, suddenly mustard's as good a look as any -- but still, all those pretty things in my size were a definite upper.
I think clothing maybe only counts for .5 of my three good things, but the final .5 comes from Old Coot next door who has been jackhammering away at his wall for the past month straight, sending me nearly knocking down the door at the closest psych ward, as all the noise just feet outside my kitchen is driving me to the point of hysteria. SVV said he tried to give him advice on how to get the job done quicker, because he was doing it all wrong, but Old Coot declined his help. I finally (politely) asked last week when he would be done, considering I work at home and am under daily deadlines and all that banging is simply not good for my sanity (or writing at that). He's a bit senile, so I didn't really think he understood my point, but alas, not a peep out of him since then. So yes, overall, my luck has taken a turn for the better...for now at least. (Ed. Note: Doi! I spoke too soon. It just this second started again. I knew this was all too good to be true.)
So who tuned in for the two-hour season finale of Lost last night? Holy smokes, Batman, is that shit getting CUH-RAZY! I think I might just spend these next few TV-less months rewatching the first four seasons, because even though I watched 1-3 last summer, the show is so intricate and complex, that you really have to watch each episode multiple times to fully understand it all. Thank God for Doc Jensen's intellectual recaps, otherwise, I'd be one lost (no pun intended) lass.
Are you going to see Sex and the City this weekend? I don't care if I'm a walking cliche, but I am psyched. My friend is holding a cocktail and viewing party on Sunday night, where everyone is donning appropriate attire, and man am I excited. Speaking of which, when did it become the "uncool" thing to like SATC? Remember when it was still on and every woman you knew between the ages of 12 and 50 eagerly awaited each Sunday night? Now, five years later, it's all of a sudden the "cool" thing to scoff at the phenomenon. Sort of like how when there's a hit song, and you smugly say, "Oh Umbrella? I was listening to that way before it was popular -- like six months at least. It's so over in my eyes. I just hate when things get so mainstream." What is with that??? In essence, I will be seeing Sex and the City on opening weekend and proudly sporting my prettiest pink.
Can I interrupt this stream of consciousness for a minute to share some of my new favorite things? Why thank you. Firefox 3. Despite my computer saying there were currently no updates, I visited the Mozilla website upon SVV's suggestion, because my year-old MacBook has been running super slow, and what do you know, four happy little words -- Sneak Peek Firefox 3 -- were there to greet me. I downloaded the new version, and voila, life was instantaneously made better for both me and my Mac. Additionally, I'm digging the new tool and address bars (and yes, that officially makes me a dork). Victoria's Secret Body by Victoria IPEX strapless bra (wow, that was a mouthful to type). Ever since I wore out my bandeau strapless a couple years back -- which lasted me a good five years at least, until the underwire began to poke me so badly and it landed itself in the trash -- I've been unable to find a suitable strapless to take care of the girls when I'm decked out in my summer duds. It turns out all this time I'd been wearing one bra size too big. Who does that, I ask you? It's so common to wear a bra too small, but too big?? That could explain why every strapless I've ever bought has wound up somewhere around my belly button by the day's end. Jello pudding cups in an assortment of sugar free flavors. It's nice to know that now those of us with sweet tooths who prefer fat free and sugar free dining options can have tasty desserts, too. In NYC, I could only find sugar free pudding cups in vanilla/chocolate swirl, but would you believe they now come in caramel, dark chocolate, mint chocolate sundae, dulce de leche, moccachino, chocolate raspberry, creme brulee, and I'm sure many more??? (I currently have four flavors sitting in my fridge.) And all for a guilt-free 60 calories. Even SVV, hater of all things made with Splenda, is digging them. Seriously, divine. Google Reader. I'm such the more attentive blog reader with the discovery that I can get instant alerts(!) every time one of you posts something new. I held off as long as I could, but I just didn't have the strength to fight it anymore. Hurrah!
Duffy. I'd be reading about this girl on other blogs and had heard a song or two on The Hills (it seems all you have to do is land a single on that show, and poof, you're sales increase tenfold), but Autumn made me a copy of her CD and I can't turn it off. She's sort of a cross between Lily Allen and Jem. And if Duffy was the latest thing, say, three months ago, you have my permission to say, "welcome to the party two hours late, Kristin!" I'm notoriously uncool when it comes to music, just ask my mom and sister. I'll call them saying, "I just heard the new Miley and Billy Ray song, and I just love it!" And they'll be all, "yeah we loved it, too -- a year ago, when it came out." But I do love the new Coldplay song Viva la Vida that I'm pretty sure has just recently come out, even though it sounds just like every other single they've ever released (but ever since seeing them in concert in Germany a few years back, I think I would name my kid , or maybe dog even, Chris Martin, you know like Lorelai named her mutt Paul Anka). I just checked their summer tour schedule, and wouldn't you know it my last two days in Canada in July, they're playing in the Bay Area, and the day after I get back, they'll be up in British Columbia where I just left. Bummer. Speaking of music, who has some good tunes to recommend me for the summer? I've worn out Colbie Callait's CD, Madonna's Hard Candy is only good in small doses, the Journey live album I just bought was a disappointment, and Sheryl Crow's new disc is possibly the worst $13 I've ever spent. I'm in dire need of recs, people! Help a sista out, please.
Apologies for the random ramblings and so many questions -- you're probably exhausted by now if you've made it this far down -- I think I may have ingested too much caffeine before noon today. SVV and I are headed to Sac this afternoon to attend Lisa's housewarming party/do book research/visit with his lovely family/(hopefully) catch up on the rays we were deprived of last weekend. Wishing you all a happy, sunny weekend, particularly those of you running the San Diego Rock 'n Roll Marathon on Sunday! May your feet be able and stomach tolerable of beer once it's all over!
3 comments:
I'm glad your recent spate of bad luck has ended! (And I'm so sorry your car got towed while visiting me - I feel so guilty I haven't been able to read your last post.) (In other news, I am the guiltiest non-Catholic you'll ever meet.)
Here's to the good threes!
Congrats on the good luck!
If there were a TV station that played Chris Martin, with his falsetto and piano, all day every day, I would rise from the couch only to pee. For the rest of my life.
i have too much to say.
Duffy?? love love love her. she's the new Amy Winehouse...only without all the scary baggage. heh.
anthro? sooooo jealous. we have GOT to get one north of the border.
lost. lost. lost. AMAZING. i also want to go back and watch from the beginning again. i totally think there will be things we'll pick up...like, say, where the heck Charlotte fits into all of this???
SATC. i have to admit, i wasn't a huge fan of the show. i liked it. but i was so late to the game. and i haven't seen all the episodes, i'm sure. but, i'm going with a bunch of girls to see it tonight. :)
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