tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204966762024-03-06T22:10:53.793-08:00There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants,<br>and the other is getting it.<br>---Oscar WildeDaily Tragedieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09749082299909742129noreply@blogger.comBlogger170125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20496676.post-66261112835937339782007-03-23T07:48:00.000-07:002007-03-23T08:01:39.455-07:00

Well, y'all, I did it. I managed ONE thing this week that doesn't suck. Actually, Emily managed most of it, but I'm totally going to take credit for it.So. Come view my new digs at dailytragedies.com and say hi!

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I am determined to have one good day this week, and I actually thought it would be today. Things were looking good, my work was progressing, if not at the speed I wanted, but least everything was under control and life was moving in the right direction.Then I checked my e-mail and realized, no, actually, today we will continue our descent into the Land of Suck. The pair of tens I'd been holding

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I figured out the other night, sitting in yet another Junior League meeting out of which I got nothing, that 90% of my time is taken up by work and, try as I might, I cannot cram into the remaining 10% everything else -- running, skiing, blogging, relationships of all stripes, keeping the damn house clean -- and it frustrates me to no end to know that I cannot do it all. I started training for

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Retail therapy isn't much fun if you don't find what you're looking for. And I am looking for just ONE DAMN PAIR of running shorts that don't ride up and leave my poor, defenseless thighs to rub together and create some disturbing heat-rash-and-tiny-blisters-combination. Sexy, huh? OK, now please stop picturing that.Let me back up here a moment, as a number of events have conspired recently

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Oh, Internet! I have so much to say! But it's late and I'm a huge ball of stress and words aren't really going to work out so well, unless you like half-sentences and totally made-up words and lame, lame titles like the one above.Instead, have some pretty pictures I took this weekend while galavanting around Northern California with Ms. Horrible Warning.(See how lazy I am today? Didn't even

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Well hello, there! Don't you just love when I disappear for a week or two? Such absences typically indicate that (a) there's nothing exciting going on, (b) I'm too busy to write or (c) some combination thereof.This time around, my absence can be blamed on two things. Firstly is the rather pedestrian excuse that work is kicking my ass. This leads to scenario (c) above, wherein there's nothing

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Number of items less than 3 oz. in my 1-quart plastic ziploc bag: 14Number of items in my plastic ziploc bag that are lip gloss: 3Number of items in containers greater than 3 oz. I decided I could live without: 4, including my favorite hair productNumber of items that may actually be a liquid, gel or aerosol that I didn't pack in my plastic ziploc bag and am hoping security doesn't have a problem

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Today's highlights, as culled from sent e-mails:First message of the day, 7:19 AMOh god, I think I may still be drunk.About a stupid boyAnd I stood there thinking, "Um, hello? Have we met? Yes, because I am QUEEN of fun! casual! relationships. I do SO EXCEEDINGLY WELL at them, yes, that's definitely what I'm after."Regarding my offer to bring dessert to a dinner party, which was met by an inquiry

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You knew this was coming, right? Of course we're carrying on the tradition begun last year. I mean, sure, someday I hope to write a deep, heartfelt post about someone very special in my life, but at the rate we're going, I'll be 80, senile and writing a lovely little sonnet for my cat. And I don't even like cats. Or sonnets, really.As I mentioned, I've been on a lot of dates lately. In particular

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Sorry for my extended absence, I have just now awoken from the food coma I've been in for the last couple of weeks. All the eating out...ugh. Work people in town, friend people in town, me out of town, Super Bowl party... I'd like to say it's over, but I've got dinner plans this week, too, in the relative seclusion of

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There's no mood so bad that it can't be improvedby a new pair of shoes.

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Yeah. Well, judging by the fact that it's 2:23 AM and I've spent more time awake tonight than asleep, I definitely think I'm hung up about something a few things more things than my mind can possibly keep track of all at once. And more than overdue for a mental break, or perhaps a good cry. Trouble is, there's no room in this weekend's schedule for some quality time with Dolly Parton and Sally

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I'd like to think I'm fearless, but I'm not. I have a healthy fear of heights, high speeds, and reckless activity of all kinds (all rolled up into one foolish pasttime called skiing -- good choice, Kate!). Now, thanks to the magic of the internet, I also fear dying alone and no one noticing until after the cats have eaten my face. I also possess what is perhaps an unhealthy fear of my brother

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So. I am officially A Skier. One who has a season pass and obsessively checks the Weather Channel snow report and gets up at 5 o'clock on a Sunday morning to drive up to Tahoe for the day.I'm a little upset at all the lying involved in skiing, though. I was totally unprepared for that. First, the Weather Channel lied to me all week, promising snow for the weekend and then failing to deliver. And

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For much of the last three years, and before that, nearly every summer in college, I've had two jobs. I've worked 60-hour weeks (or 70 or 80) for so long that I'd forgotten what it feels like to have only one employer, one major commitment per day, one schedule to keep track of. And now? I'm FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (free falllllling...). And It Is Glorious.(Poignant observation from Mom: It's

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Well, I survived. It was a bit harrowing there for a while, with the awkwardness and the feeling off-balance, and at some points it looked as though death was imminent, but I persevered, and made it through yet another ridiculous first date.What? You thought I was talking about the ski trip?Skiing was great. I actually do remember some of what I learned last season and I have many small things to

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So. It's 9:00 on a Friday night and I'm just about ready to crawl into bed. Normally I wouldn't admit something like that to the Internet (not that it's ever happened before...), but in my defense, I have already been on a mildly disturbing date, and that's being generous, AND I've got to be up before the crack of dawn tomorrow because I'm going skiing in Tahoe. (How crazy-California is that???

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Alternate Title: Because Generating My Own Content Is So Hard!Y'all, I am an idiot. Of course, you already knew that. But ARGH! It's hard enough to cram five days' worth of work into a four-day week, but then I go and volunteer to write an article (plus sidebar) for a newsletter and agree to an alumni board conference call, for which I have yet to prepare, and...the week just gets away from a

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I got my hair cut today, which is always a delightful experience. I don't know if it's the scalp massage, the general feeling of pampering, or the lovely things Frank says about me, but I always leave there happier than when I arrived.Today, Frank's comments ranged from "I love your sweater! Feels so soft...like Angora, almost." (Yes, that's because it's 50% Angora.) to "Your eyebrows are perfect

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First, it's National De-Lurking Week. And, rather than break with the grand tradition I started last year, here at Daily Tragedies we're having National De-Lurking Seventy Two Hours. Get on it and de-lurk! (In return, I will try to have something interesting to say, once every 72 hours or so.)(If by "something interesting" you mean "words strung together to form sentences and maybe even

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Home is full of little paradoxes, which tends to make being there a little strange. My trip over Christmas lived up to that standard...a long, strange trip, indeed.After doing all the family/Christmas-themed things, I had a couple days to just chill, during which I really can't recall what I did. I believe naps featured prominently. But my last night in town, I went out to dinner with my parents

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Well it's been a busy week of eating chocolate by the pound (lovingly provided by Steve, who still has the metabolism of a young man, unlike the rest of us) and wearing my pajamas all day long and checking my e-mail only once a day. Exhausting work, I tell you, which explains the near-daily naps.I think I also managed to confuse the hell out of my mother by alternately talking about how ready I

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I'm headed to the airport. Without my laptop.No, I said, WITHOUT MY LAPTOP.I think my head might explode.What if I need to do something on the Internet in the next four hours? I don't know like what. Just, like, what if? What if I get to my parents' and I need a file and it's only saved on the laptop? WHAT THEN???(Maybe three hours of sleep isn't sufficient. Hmmmm.)

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Alternate Title: What I Would've Sent You, Were I a Bit More On Top of ThingsThe real cards are a work in progress, I swear! But at this point they may be more like New Year's cards, or Groundhog Day cards or, you know, Happy March 8th! cards celebrating my love of glitter. (Glitter again? What is with your glitter obsession? Do you not have enough to clean up around here?)So, whether you're

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I survived my week in DC and am now safely back on the Left Coast, where it is 20 degrees colder than it was in DC, and that is Just Not Right.Last week's head-fuckery is over and I did not toss myself off the Key Bridge, so I've got that going for me, which is nice. I'm beginning to suspect that God is like the Marines, wherein they tear you to pieces so they can then rebuild you stronger. The

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