- I can’t get motivated to work right now. I just finished lunch, I’m going to see if writing
1112 random things about me will inspire me to write the company newsletter for the week. (Which is the thing I do at work on Tuesdays.) - There’s some Mardi Gras stuff happening in New Orleans right now. I’ve always wanted to go there for Mardi Gras, but I’ve never done it because every year I forget that it happens so damn early. I’m not even over the high of Groundhog Day yet.
- There are pictures of my dirty wine glasses and soap dispenser on the internet right now. That’s kind of cool, yet odd. I feel the need to explain that the rust stain is from a container of comet that I left on the sink for too long.
- I called the Dutchess County board of elections right now to see how late the polls are open. The woman who answered was lethargic and sounded as if she’s been smoking since birth. As my co-worker quipped, it’s like she works for the Bored of Elections.
- Since you asked, here’s one detail about the business venture my mom and I are formulating: it has to do with the Hudson Valley.
- I have a date tonight with a guy I met online. I know that he’s vegan, and that’s odd because in relationships, I prefer to be the one on the moral high ground when it comes to food. But…
- Last night I had three slices of pizza at the gym. I live for the first Monday of the month. And cheese.
- I finished watching the most recent episodes of “The Office” last night. I hope the rumors of the coming end of the writer’s strike are true.
- I went swimming this morning. I’m doing some remedial swimming on Tuesdays and Thursdays until I get to the point where I can go faster than the man with one leg.
- Did I tell you that the man with one leg is a physical therapist? I might go see him since I’m boycotting the mean doctor and all the people associated with him. I’m seeing a new doctor that he recommended so I can get a second opinion. I find it disquieting that I can see and feel the heads of the pins protruding from my ankle, I’d like to see if there’s another option.
- I finished reading the book “A Fraction of the Whole” over the weekend. Now I’m reading one called “Bonk” about the science of sex. I’m really liking it so far. Neither of these books are published yet.
- Remember when I was raving about my Nike+iPod pedometer thing? Well, while it was idle during the ankle breakage, the battery died. There is no way to replace or re-charge the battery. So I have to find the original receipt, take it back to the Apple store (which is an hour away) and maybe get a replacement, but they won’t guarantee it. I’m none too happy about this. But in good news, I tried running a little more the other day. I made it for a full minute, twice. Even though I was a bit hobbley and limpy, look out world, I’m coming back!
Tuesday Eleven plus one
February 5, 2008 at 1:23 pm (Bringing home the bacon, Eat your veggies, I'm not judging you, It happened in the H.V., My Heart Bleeds Blue, Obey Your Masters, shilling)
The Dutchess of Kickball said,
February 5, 2008 at 1:37 pm
Dude, I totally recognize that street corner. How cool!
Also, we need more details about this Vegan. I expect a full report tomorrow.
You should, as you have been to my house upwards of a dozen times!
freeandflawed said,
February 5, 2008 at 1:48 pm
Good luck on your date!
Thanks!
Meghan said,
February 5, 2008 at 2:09 pm
All of those 12 random things were interesting. Good luck on the date, and with ipod pedometer thing.
Why is it so much more easy to be interesting in random order?
courtney said,
February 5, 2008 at 2:37 pm
You get to read books that aren’t even published yet? How cool. You’re so literary-forward.
Also, you can see the pins sticking out of your ankle? That doesn’t sound right.
I do work in the business. Yeah, under the skin, you can see them protruding.
mickey said,
February 5, 2008 at 2:40 pm
I want to congratulate you on your rapidly improving mobility, but I’m not sure how to feel about it. I just realized that I don’t know a Noelle with two good ankles, having first visited this blog on D-Day plus one.
And now that you’re RUNNING, I’m not sure who you are anymore.
Then again, you could be a 350-lb. Samoan convict blogging from the prison computer for all I really know, so I’ll probably be able to get used to a fully functional Noelle.
It’s called archives, man. But yes, I am actually 350 pounds and in jail, but I’m actually Cambodian.
lizgwiz said,
February 5, 2008 at 3:08 pm
You are right to be freaked out by the protruding pins. I am sometimes freaked out by the mere THOUGHT of the hardware in my arm, and it’s been almost four years.
Maybe ankles are just worse at holding on to things–my aunt broke both ankles at once and had pins and screws…and one of her screws worked its way out. Her doctor went back in and snipped the head off the screw. She told me that story right after my surgery, and it freaked me out. I wouldn’t pass it on, except that you’re already feeling the pins and feeling freaky.
I so want them out. But I never ever want someone to open up my skin again. I don’t think it would be as easy as a simple snip.
Allie said,
February 5, 2008 at 3:12 pm
Wow. Gotta love a product that can’t be used anymore after the battery dies.
This guy may be a vegan, but I doubt he knows about the complexities of tofu the way you do . . . I hope he doesn’t make all of his oatmeal at once.
Good luck!
Good callback!
Deb on the Rocks said,
February 5, 2008 at 4:04 pm
I am on pins (& needles) waiting for the report about the vegan fellow.
It’s great to be on the low moral ground about food, because the more strict partner is more likely to do the cooking!
This is so true. Sadly, I probably need about 7 dates with a fella before I feel comfortable in his house.
-R- said,
February 5, 2008 at 4:22 pm
I have bad feelings about Mardi Gras in New Orleans, but I think that is based on some kids I knew in college ending up in jail in New Orleans, trying to figure out how to raise bail money without letting their parents know they were in jail in New Orleans.
That sucks about the ipod thing.
That is one scary story. Being in jail is bad enough when its your own city.
stefanie said,
February 5, 2008 at 4:45 pm
That was a whole lot of information, so I’ll just comment on how amused I was by your collection of tags for this post.
I actually thought of some of those things by looking through my tags to see what I hadn’t used lately.
Michelle said,
February 5, 2008 at 5:16 pm
Smoking since birth….hahahahahahaha I know wayyyyyyy too many people like that!
Good luck tonight!
nancypearlwannabe said,
February 5, 2008 at 6:41 pm
Pizza equals love.
Have fun on your date! Make sure he knows that you’re the most interesting person he’ll ever meet.
supersobe said,
February 5, 2008 at 9:28 pm
You and your mum are going to see Hudson Valley-made gifts online?
Aaron said,
February 6, 2008 at 12:53 am
Ah, yes, last night was my last pizza night at PF ever. I am overjoyed.
Good luck on the date, Christmas Tree! Remember to —
…ah, who am I kidding? Like I have advice.
erica said,
February 6, 2008 at 3:20 pm
Tip, if you paid by credit card you don’t need a receipt apple can look it up, talk to a manager and remind them of Apple’s superior customer service and what a loyal customer you are. And if all else fails maybe we can make a deal since your blog entertains me and happen to be an Apple employee
Laurel said,
February 6, 2008 at 9:35 pm
I could never date a vegan, for that very reason. I much prefer AS, who is like, “Wait, you’re telling me that eating pizza every night for dinner is NOT a good diet choice?”