February 11, 2005

Two favorite words: Casual Friday. Also: Pay Day. Also: You're Hot. Okay, I have a lot of favorite word pairs, but today I'm focusing on the first two sets. Not even real estate lawyers irritate me on this most glorious of pay days, though they have def tried this morning.

It is so fn cold outside. I know it seems like I complain about this a lot & I don't mean to be a whiner/baby because life is good, but WHY, oh WHY, please tell me, does it get cold or rainy EVERY Friday? It's like some higher power wants to keep me translucent forever. Plus, people keep asking if I dyed my hair brown (as if), which means I really must get to the beach ASAP. I am a simple girl with simple needs: sun, water, food, martinis, sun & iPod. And sun. Not too much to ask for a spot of warm sunny-ness on a Saturday? Right. I mostly do this to piss off people in the Great White North. I hope it's working. Don't worry, I just found out I have to work on Saturday, so I couldn't really enjoy the beach anyway. Love being a Realtor.

Kind of have two jobs this weekend because, surprise, surprise, I'm house sitting again. For those of you who don't know, I am house sitter extraordinaire & am considering setting up a page here with info on my services. I will house sit for pretty much anyone, but I'm usually on a rotation of 4 houses known as: Pinecrest House (Aunt & Uncle), Depressed Dog House, Tick House (formerly known as Cute Grove House, but never again) & Paradise Villa (Suzanne's crib). This weekend, I'm hitting up the Crest. Anne Laure, I know you would love me to go into my spiel re: the pet owners, but I really can't do that here. Let's leave it at: "Spot (dog) ENJOYS three to four treats before bed time & Mr. Jangles (cat) loves to watch TV between 8:45 and 9:20." No, I am not making this up. Names have been changed. As A-Lo & I have remarked several times, of course Spot enjoys 3-4 treats before bed time. He is a dog. He will ALWAYS enjoy as many treats as he can get. Sigh. The instructions that come with the fish tanks are the most intimidating, but am a professional.

Moving on...Valentine's Day is right around the corner & my celly is OTC (off the chain -- 'nother TLA) with calls from would-be suitors. A bit overwhelming. Settle down, boys, the position has been filled. Soren, you are my Romeo for V-Day 2K5 (you asked first), so I'm telling you now, in front of everybody: there had better be some chocolate/champagne in my future. Candlelight dinner w/rose petals optional. Might be a bit awkward. Also, giving myself a V-Day present: no more smoking. Yes, as of Feb. 14 I am niccotine-free. I know you won't recognize me w/o my smoke halo, but I promise it will be an improvement on the Jill. Yes, this is possible. It will be a sad day at Parliament HQ.

Gave blood the other day (and you should, too) at the Banco de Sangre, essentially a mobile home sans bathroom & kitchen. I have had many bad experiences giving blood (hello, hematoma) but, hey, you gotta do it. On this particular day, I was not filled with confidence as during the prick test, the "nurse" could not seem to get blood out of my finger & ended up spattering blood all over me. But I mean, all over me. To the point where I had to rush home & soak my clothes after. No exaggerating. Really was not looking forward to the point where this woman had to insert a needle in my vein, but thankfully she was much more adept at this process. I guess it's easier to take my blood! when you have a needle the size of a pencil. The girl next to me, btw, was moaning & whimpering the whole time (baby), which also made me a bit nervy. I hope this story does not offend your delicate sensibilities. I don't really have any good material, so I thought this would do.

P.S. OC was great last night. Total fantasy moment for me & boys everywhere.