Monday, July 28, 2014


So apparently, in this my 38th year, my body has decided to get serious about weight loss.  I'm not serious about it seeing as how I don't actually need to lose weight.  But my immune system has concluded that my weight is in the "unhealthily over" category.  That's the only conclusion I can draw from the fact that recent testing confirmed what I had already begun to suspect: I have developed food allergies to rice and dairy, the two foods categories that I love the most and eat the most of. Bananas and tuna, two other foods that I love, though maybe not as much, but still quite a lot, are also gone.

I suspected the bananas, too, because my mouth itched whenever I ate one, but I kept telling myself it was a reaction to pollen and could be safely ignored.  Not so much, apparently. Given that I routinely consumed two bananas a day for my snacks, this has obviously caused me a degree of inconvenience.

Maybe this is a result of getting old. 

Not that I think I'm old.  But some people put anyone who is closer to 40 than to 30 in The Olds group, so, yeah. Maybe my body belongs in that group. Maybe it's just decided, "welp, we've had a good run, but we can let things go to hell now." You know, how some people (like me, for example) stop ironing their clothes as carefully, or stop making sure their clothes even match (also me), or who wear their hair in a bun every day for a month straight because it's easy (and that's me again).  My body is doing the equivalent of wearing socks with Crocs.  

I don't know what I'm going to do for my go-to meals in the future, but for now, I am eating a lot of ginger candy.  "Wait," you say, "you already ate a lot of ginger candy."  That is technically true.  So I suppose what I should have said was that, in comparison to how much I used to eat, I am eating much, much more.  And that means I am eating All The Ginger Candy. If you can't find any in your local stores, it's because I've bought them all.

But all is not lost because I am not, thus far, allergic to coffee.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Movie Preview: No Tears for the Dead

This summer, the new movie "No Tears for the Dead" will come out in Korea and, hopefully, here in the States as well.  It's directed by Lee Jeong-beom (이정범), the man who directed "Ajusshi/The Man From Nowhere," which you know I loved. It stars Jang Dong-gun (장동건) and Kim Min-hee (김민희), two actors I really like.  It looks similar to "Ajusshi" in that it seems to fit into the slick, dark action movie category.  And from the trailer, it even sounds like Lee got Jinsil of Mad Soul Child to do the theme song again.  

The only thing that's giving me pause is the fact that I think his tattoo says "crack whore." Um, what?

Yep, count me in. 

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

I remembered I have a blog.

[WARNING:  I didn't proofread this.]

You guys. Work. Amirite?  Yeesh.  Sometimes I wonder why I went to law school. So that I could do nothing but work, for pay that doesn't make up for having no life?  And then I remembered that it was also so I could take on massive student loan debt.  Good decision, me! 

It could be worse. I could hate the job itself, which I don't usually, although it does sometimes feel like I'm stuck in some weird play where I'm the only sane person.  I guess that would make it like "The Office." Which, yeah, that sounds about right.  On the other hand, it does make for some intense bonding with the normal ones of the legal world.  When a lawyer you're just getting to know relates an interaction with a non-normal one and then asks, "That's weird, right?"--instant kinship! You have found one of your people. 

Of course, we're all strange to some degree, that seems to be the one unifying quality of lawyers everywhere.  It just depends on where you fall on the spectrum of strange.  Like, are you picky about what type of pen you use? That's cool. That's acceptable. But some lawyers, they're just odd.  If one of us Normals is at a social gathering and runs across a socially awkward person with obviously low emotional intelligence, we are never surprised to find out they're a lawyer.  I think on some level, we know it before we were told.  And the worst part is that they don't know they're odd. They will tell you the odd things they think and do but do not understand or perceive how uncomfortable they're making you. Sometimes they get that people don't seem to like them as much as other people are liked, but they are totally baffled about why.

Work has been pretty good for the past couple of months, if only because I refuse to be annoyed by little things.  You know the video for Fiona Apple's cover of "Across the Universe"? Where all kinds of chaos is going on around her, and she's just ignoring it?  That's me. Not all the time, but I'm working on it. Jai Guru Deva and all that zen jazz. 

I do have my moments--like this week, when I emailed a coworker for input on a case, and her response made it clear that she hadn't actually read more than one or two sentences in my email.  And then I responded to correct her, and she responded in a way that showed once again, she had not read my emails. And I have to have her input on this case. I'd been emailing her because sometimes when I speak to her face-to-face, she does the same thing--she listens to a few sentences, makes up her mind about what we need to do, and then ignores anything else I say about it because it doesn't fit in with the opinion she's already formed. So,  yeah, I get rage-y there for a minute. Ok, several minutes.  Fine, hours. But then I remind myself that give way too much detail in my emails, and probably she just gets tired of wading through it.  And then I tell myself that if one of us is going to get annoyed, it's not going to be me, so I'm just going to keep emailing her or talking to her about the same thing until she finally listens to what I'm actually saying.

One area in which I am not doing so well on the calm front is at home.  This is because about a month ago, one of my neighbors--I don't know which one--started playing their music a little too loud, and they just kept going. For real, I don't think they've turned it off at all.  And because I'm cursed with a terrible kind of hearing where I can't understand what the person sitting next to me at the restaurant table said but I can hear every single annoying sound within a block, I hear it.  RR cannot hear it at all. 

"You can't hear that?"
"Hear what?"

That's the conversation we have minimum three times a week.  One of us is definitely going to go crazy if this keeps up.

Monday, July 15, 2013

The Dentist, The Lasers, and The Chews

So, that stomach ache I mentioned in my last post is still happening.  But that's ok! I eat a lot of toast, and that helps.  Drinking water does not. But I'm really thirsty lately, so I do it anyway.

I had to get three fillings at the dentist the other day.  The assistant told me they would be using a laser, and my reaction was basically, "wait, what?"  I tried not to sound nervous because I don't want to be one of those people who is scared of the dentist.  I managed a comment about how that sounded old-school James Bond, in a tone that I hope sounded casual and not at all "I'm asking you if this is a torture device of some sort."  She and the dentist lauuughed, and then my dentist told me about the James Bond box set she got her husband for Christmas.  I admit it sounded cool.  But in all things, timing is everything.  I don't want to chat about movies, I want to know why you're using a laser and what the possibilities are that it could all go horribly wrong.  I saw Goldfinger, thank you very much.  I know what lasers can do.

But it went ok, as ok as fillings can go, although despite the lasers, I still had to deal with The Drill.  Then I came home and ate yogurt with banana for lunch, accidentally mushing half of it out of my mouth as I chewed.  That's why I chose to work from home that day.  Nobody wants to see yogurt and partially-chewed banana oozing out of somebody's mouth.  That's just gross.

Two of the fillings were actually re-dos of previous fillings that I'd managed to pull loose.  My dentist had warned me that eating sticky candy was the worst thing I could do for my fillings, to which I gave a vague, noncommittal "Oh, you don't say" kind of answer.  I'd be surprised if I didn't do the shifting eyes side-to-side thing much favored by fictional characters.  I love Reeds brand ginger chews, and of course, I had every intention of continuing to eat those chews so long as she did not expressly say, "You must stop eating stick candy."  No one could honestly deny that ginger chews are among the stickiest of sticky candies.  
But naturally, after I had to get these three fillings redone, I laid off of them.  I mean, for that day.  Nobody faces lasers and The Drill and then immediately signs up for more.  I waited a good twenty-four hours before I ate another one.  And I'm pretty sure I pulled one of the new fillings loose.  So I get to have more fun with lasers.  Yea!  Can't wait. 

In my defense, ginger chews help a lot with that stomach ache thing.  On the other hand, it's possible I'm slightly allergic to them.  But to paraphrase Louis C.K., you just gotta weigh that against how much you want your stomach not to hurt.  For now, I choose the chews. 

While we're discussing dentists, may I ask about your dentist's purchasing habits?  It seems like every single time I go to my dentist--and I go regularly, twice a year--she has some new gadget she's bought.  I can't help but think that this is why it costs so much to go to the dentist.  I really don't want to pay for lasers if something less expensive does just as well, especially since in the end, they just break out The Drill just as always. 

On the other hand, the hygienist did give me two toothbrushes, two tubes of toothpaste, and THREE containers of floss at my last cleaning.  I don't know if she's making up for the fact that I'm paying for a laser, or she just thinks I'm nice and she knows I like to floss.  Could go either way.  Or maybe she's grateful that during the trip before last, I told the office manager that they just needed to suck it up and upgrade to a new operating system because Microsoft wasn't soon going to stop updating XP.  I happen to know that the hygienist was tired of their old computer system.  Who knows? I have to say, there's something not right about an organization that's buying lasers but also still using XP.  I'm not sure what it says, but it's not a good sign.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

It's been too long since I posted, but at least I have nothing interesting to say.

Well, hello!  So, apparently I last blogged 4 months ago.  Tempus fugit, and all that.  Anywho, let's get down to it.

That alarm clock I bought? I love it.  No, I do not roll out of bed chipper and excited to start the day, all full of vim and vigor.  But I do wake up.  The bird chirping noise that it makes is extremely annoying, and therefore extremely effective, the only downside being that now when I hear actual birds chirping, I get a burst of anxiety in a Pavlovian response.  Alarm! No, just birds.  The daylight part of the alarm--the bulb that slowly increases in brightness until the time the alarm is set for--really does work to wake me up and to help me stay awake. Not only have I been getting to work on time, I've been getting there early.

On the illness front, things are better in that I no longer have the flu, which is what it turns out I had when I thought it was a cold.  Since then, my asthma has been pretty bad, bad enough that I now have a nebulizer to use if things go south at a time when I can't get in to see my doctor, like at night or on the weekend.  This is because I am allergic to All The Things.  If it grows in nature, I am allergic to it.  And although now that nature is dying off for the summer (yea, Texas summers!), I would normally be able to taper down my prescribed inhaler dosage, my allergist told me last week, basically, "Yeah, for you, not so much."  But things should be better, if not great, until fall, when the weeds start to bloom. 

I also developed and recovered from a sinus infection.  This happened right before I went to a conference, of course, because the version of Murphy's Law that applies to my life is that if I have to get on an airplane, I will develop some sort of physical ailment that makes travel, or even movement, extra difficult.   But fortunately, if there can be a fortunately to having a sinus infection, this infection was bacterial, so antiobiotics could help. 

Before the sinus infection, I developed a stomach ache that didn't go away for a week, and after I left a message for my gastroenterologist about it, he just put me on ulcer medication.  It's not ulcers, but hey, why not.  It's helping, or the passage of time is, because now I only have a stomach ache sometimes.  The worst part of the medication is that it means that I have to go three hours without eating in the morning, the afternoon, and the evening, which for me is a big deal.  Or it was.  I seriously didn't think I could do it because I am a grazer.  I don't usually eat big meals, but I eat all day long.  But now I know that I can, so that's good.  I've also been cutting down on my coffee intake quite a bit, so you can imagine how much my coworkers have enjoyed being around me lately.

Work is the same: I'm behind on my work load, some of my coworkers are great, some seem to have some sort of a personality disorder.

We went to Portland around our birthday this year to visit our friend.  It was fun!  We ate a lot of unhealthy foods.  We found a bakery that actually makes stuff we can eat.  We bought boxes of stuff.  And also we discovered that the chocolate shop we like there has a branch across the street from the hotel we stayed at.  And they have drinking chocolate.  Much money was spent in that store.  That we didn't discover that fact on the first day made me both glad (for my health and bank account) and sad (obviously).  We only took our friend there once, crossing our fingers that the guy behind the counter wouldn't say something like, "Oh, back already, eh?"  He did not.  Our secret was safe.

We also went to Salt Lake for a conference (see above).  I'd never been there before.  The conference was interesting.  What was also interesting in a "no comprende" kind of way was the fact that although it was between 60F and 70F everyday during the day, every place we went had the central heating running.  Why, Salt Lake, why?  

Yes, it got down to the high 40s at night, but that was at night.  During the day, it was perfectly comfortable, even to us Texans, and we don't like the cold.  We roasted. It was muy uncomfortable. 

This past weekend, we went to one round of the Van Cliburn finals. It was exhilarating.  Hearing classical music played on a CD or mp3 is lovely, but hearing it live in a concert hall is on another level. It transports you. It's thrilling.  It had been so long since I've been to the symphony that I forgot how much I loved it.  It was totally worth staying up past my bedtime. 

You can watch the performances here.  It won't be as exciting as being there, but you can still enjoy some good music. We sat next to a guy who had to give us his critique of every performance, which we didn't care for.  He was nice and funny, but I don't want someone tearing down the performance I just enjoyed.  I don't care if you think that Fei-Fei's Beethoven wasn't Beethoven-y enough.  She made me feel excited by a Beethoven performance, and that's never happened before, so stuff it.  But all in all, we really enjoyed the experience. 

So that's all the news for now.  I have more work place minor drama to report, but that will have to wait for another time.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

In which I implement yet another strategy for becoming an early riser, which will probably fail like all the rest

I've thought for awhile now that I should order a daylight alarm clock (a/k/a sunrise alarm clock).  I am not a morning person. I love sleeping. I do not wake up refreshed and ready to start the day.  I wish I could afford to pay someone to come into my house every morning and physically roll me out of bed.  It would have to be a stranger because if anyone I knew did this to me I would never forgive that person, even though it had been done at my request. The first feeling I feel upon waking up in the morning is an intense anger that you could probably accurately describe as "rage." 

It's possible that Adam Dachis made this image to describe my reaction to someone waking me up.
 It's not something I'm proud of.

So I thought that a daylight alarm clock would be worth a shot because it might work and it couldn't make me less likely to get up in the morning.  But I'm cheap, so I kept putting it off.  But the other day, I broke down and ordered one.  It should be delivered today.  I'm super excited.  

I can't wait to try it out.  Of course, I'm still feeling under the weather, and I have mucho sick time to burn, so I will probably stay home tomorrow, obviating the need for the alarm.  Then again, I could set my alarm and see how I'm feeling in the morning.  That wouldn't be the best test of my new alarm clock, because if it didn't work or just made me wake up angry (like every other alarm clock ever), I wouldn't know if it was because the alarm clock doesn't work well for me or because I'm cranky from not feeling well.

But I'll probably try it anyway because I cannot resist new gadgets. 

On a different note, I'm so grateful for Anipang.  It turns out that when you can't get to sleep because your head hurts and your throat is killing you but you are too exhausted to even watch t.v., you can still play Anipang to pass the time. I wish I could say that my scores have improved these past few days, but alas, not so much.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

I'm siiiiiiiick

I seem to have developed a cold.  I can tell that I really don't feel well because it's noon and I'm still wearing my pajamas.  Usually I can't stand staying in the pajamas I slept in for any real amount of time after I get up in the morning.  Sometimes I want to lounge around in pjs, but in that case, I change in to a different set of pajamas, or just some yoga pants and a t-shirt.  Never the same pjs that I slept in.  So when I don't mind not changing clothes, I know I don't feel well.

I would rather have a cold than a stomach virus or strep throat, but of course having a cold isn't exactly fun, either.  I'm grossing myself out with the coughing and the phlegm, and then of course there's "the smell."  Whenever I have a sinus infection or similar trouble in my sinuses, I can smell this smell, and all I can think is that I'm smelling phlegm.  Disgusting, right?  That's why I shared.  I don't want to be the only one grossed out.  I'm selfish like that.

Now that I've shared that with you, I guess I should go take another nap.  I've been awake for two whole hours, and I think that's long enough to earn another nap.

I will leave you with a link to a post from two years ago, when I also had a cold and had to purchase new tired for my car, which I think is way worse.  It kinda puts having this cold in perspective.  But back then I was also in the middle of my running phase, so I was in better shape overall.  I guess I should start exercising again.  But not now.  Now, I nap.