Cooking Thanksgiving Dinner

Having spent a large amount of time and energy dedicated to ensuring I do not become a housewife in any sense of the word, I found it a bit odd that I spent this morning cooking and baking Thanksgiving dinner with my boyfriend's mother. I am most certainly not converted to the Stepford Wife-esque notion that a woman's true happiness lies in housework and that they just need to relax and let what comes "natural" happen. However, I did enjoy cooking. And I think it may be because it was on my own terms. I wasn't making dinner because anyone: society, boyfriend or family, expected me to, but because I wanted to eat the food I wanted to eat so I was going to make it. And I enjoy cooking without expectations. And when you're of the opinion of fuck-it-all I don't care if anyone else likes it, it usually ends up pretty good. And a lot less stressful.

Seasonal Affective Depression Fuck the Dark all the Time Disorder

This winter thing is seriously getting to me. I went tanning today and it seriously helped. Seriously, I want to spend the winter in a tanning bed. Just hibernate. It would be perfect, you'd sleep all winter long in a warm cozy place and then wake up all tan and ready to hit the beach. And you'd be all "beach body-ed" because you hadn't eaten anything all winter long since you were in a tanning bed. All. Winter. Long. On second thought, hibernating in a tanning bed might be a bit odd. And an enormous waste of energy. Nevertheless, I need to make a conscious effort to tan more regularly or else I'll end up sitting in my living room typing "All work and no play make Jack a dull boy" over and over again.
And work isn't really helping. There's nothing particularly wrong with work, it's just that working in data processing department isn't exactly fulfilling. And then people aren't capable of doing their jobs. But they're nice and good people. And I don't want to get them in trouble. But I also don't really feel like doing their job AND my job. So I have to tell them or my supervisor that they're not doing what they should be doing (which is making my job much more difficult than it should be) and then I feel like a jerk. It's such a problem. I want everyone to be gainfully employed but sometimes I wish certain people would just magically go away (ie get fired or quit, but in a happy way) so that the department would function better. And then I feel guilty for having such evil thoughts.
Today I watched Eddie Izzard (who btw is coming to a town near me!!!) and it made me happy. I have such a crush on him. Maybe that's what I need to get through the winter. Alternate watching Eddie Izzard with baking in a tanning bed. I will come out hilarious and tan. Wonderful.

I must be growing conservative in my old age...I'm standing up Ann Coulter (sort-of)

Today while facebook-ing around I came across this little gem:





Generally I'm of the "Live Liberal or Die" motto (lame attempt at New Hampshire humor) but this is obnoxious. Sure not all liberals are feminists, or even not misogynists, but this has issues beyond the whole obvious don't insult her looks because that's sexists problem. It's attacking her on a personal level for her political beliefs. Sure Ann Coulter's career is based on her political beliefs and as such it is fair to do some criticism on the more personal level. For example, if Ann Coulter suddenly decided she loves The Gays and started going to a welcoming church and donating to HRC but continued to argue against gay marriage then it would be okay to question why she chose to affiliate herself with a church that was for marriage equality. However, how her breasts are at all relevant to her political views is beyond me. By attacking her appearance (M-Ann) we are equating her image with the relevance of her beliefs. If a super hot (in the sociatal standard of hottness) woman came along espousing eugenics would we all of a sudden take up the cause? Sure appearance has an (often tremendous) impact on how we are treated/believed/viewed but when it comes to a true debate using appearance as a mode of attack is stupid. It takes away your validity. There are more problems with this but now I'm tired. Maybe I'll write more in awhile. I'm going to go watch trashy tv.

Run

Today I ran 2.75 miles. I walked .25 miles after 1.75 and then ran the last mile.
I'm doing a marathon in October and the goal is to be up to 50 miles week by then.

careers

Some people buy cars, or expensive crap, but I would really like to treat myself to a completely useless masters in gender studies. And on that note...here is a list of all of the careers I have seriously considered.
-Office type jobs: secretary, receptionist, lawyer, advertising exec, paralegal, manager (of various sorts...this was a more fleeting idea than others)
-Business owner type jobs: coffee shop, bookstore, hostel,
-Hippy type jobs: server, author, journalist, tuba player, sex worker, barista, activist, online comic artist, artist, blogger, self-sustained hippie person (i.e. farmer type)
-All others: teacher, professor, border guard, airline stewardess, nurse (that was brief also), realtor, politician, museum curator/other museum position

When I look at these and realize that I still want to be a majority of them, I wonder if I will ever really find a career because I'll be to busy trying to decide. Ugh. Maybe I can be cloned...or live a really long life.

Unicorns

I tend to complain a lot about jobs. Not having the one I want, not finding the one I want, hating the one I have, not knowing which one I want. I could have the best job in the world and I would complain about it. So, I was driving David home from the airport, complaining about my job, when we passed an office complex called Unicorn Park which prompted me to say I wished I worked there. To which David replied that even if I worked there with real unicorns I would still come home come home complaining that this unicorn didn't like me and that unicorn was annoying. Now every time someone at work annoys me I imagine them being unicorns and it makes me laugh (but, unfortunately, not less annoyed).
Consequently, when I saw a giant stuffed unicorn (including pink glitter hooves) at the grocery store today I bought it for David. It also doubles as a girlfriend for Garfunkel who has been staring at it since I got it.

Marathon

It's been my goal to run a marathon for about six years now. Last weekend I realized it might actually be a possibility. I ran my first 10k, which at 6.2 miles is significantly shorter than a 26.2 mile marathon. However, somehow being able to run the entire distance made me realize that I just might be capable of running a marathon if I actually tried. In the much more immediate future, I now have hope that I might be able to actually complete the Mount Washington Road Race.
The Mt. Washington RR forum is full of people who have done marathons and have been training for months etc etc. Essentially they are serious runners. And then there's me. I've had a few attempts at starting to run again, but like a failing engine they've puttered out and stopped. I'm at least 40 pounds overweight and a good 70 pounds heavier than the last time I was seriously running. Not that it is impossible to run when you're heavier, but imagine carrying around that much extra weight. Nevertheless, I work on top of a giant hill. It's a half mile steep incline and then another quarter or so mile uphill after that. And then there's plenty of back roads nearby that are hilly and good for getting some distance in. It really is ideal...plus if I run after work then there's hardly any traffic jams by the time I drive home.
So, I will start running again. And hopefully this time it might stick.