melcreada: (martini)
Hello, dear friends. Checking in and laboriously typing on my iPad because I cannot be arsed to buy the keyboard attachment. I hope everyone is well. I can't complain much. Work is okay, the familia is okay (including bb Gabe, who is fat and adorable). JP and I have Spring plans that include a couple of hockey games, the Scottish Highland Games (turkey legs, wot wot), and a jaunt to both Austin and Lubbock to see the live broadcasts of Prairie Home Companion (JP's birthday present).

This past weekend I met up with Nay-nay. We had dinner and decided to walk around La Cantera, the swank open-air mall nearby that is lovely for like 2 months out of the year when it's not ridiculously hot, humid, damp and rainy, or allergen-ridden. Anyway, unbeknownst to us, Kelly Clarkson was there giving a concert to celebrate the opening of the new Microsoft store (I know, we will celebrate anything). She sounded great and did a beautiful cover of Fun's We Are Young, which I loooove. So, yeah. Free concert! Afterwards, we went for a couple of drinks and went home.

I have other stories, but I have forgotten them because I am old. Boo.

Will check in again, probably to admit that I have broken down and bought a keyboard cause this text-typing is for the birds.

And since I am feeling a little down, I leave you with Anis Mojgani's Shake the Dust

My life...

Dec. 2nd, 2011 10:27 pm
melcreada: (i will never learn)

Sitting here, drinking red wine and crying while watching Love Actually, lol.

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melcreada: (Prose before hos...awwwwww yeah!)

After my fantastic meltdown this weekend, I am feeling a little better. Yes, I am in a minor financial crisis not of my making, yes my job is so stressful that I regularly need afternoon naps/crying jags to get through the week, yes there are things in my life that I am avoiding because I don't have the energy to deal (health, house falling apart, refinancing rigamarole). BUT. I will persevere. A girl can dream.

JP cheered me up this weekend by taking me to see Anonymous, which I enjoyed except spoiler! )  Still don't believe the theory, but I love love love period dramas. Rhys Ifans, who knew? Hubba hubba!

Then we went to Half Price Books with our coupons and I bought a bunch of books on English history. Again. My Elizabethan/Shakespeare library, let me show you it.

Saw Nay-Nay tonight, which is always nice. She has agreed to go with me for sushi tomorrow and I am excite! Ten bucks says raw fish will not go anywhere near her mouth. It's okay - she is accompanying me which makes me : )

melcreada: (Adult!)

This weekend, I will be drinking smart cocktails and watching Notorious, my favorite Hitchcock movie of all time. I may or may not be wearing a trilby at the time.

No reason, really. Just felt like making some random, silly plan and following it through. Plus it's cheaper than retail therapy. My only problem is what kind of cocktails? I have pomegranate martini mix, but that seems too trendy. Manhattans would fit the time period, but bourbon? Yuck. Plain old martinis and I will be drunker than Ingrid Bergman's character. Decisions, decisions.

melcreada: (Mighty Boosh - aw!)

Ugh - last week's crapfest at work has spilled over into this week.

I would not be averse to hearing some good news right about now.

Watching Notting Hill in an attempt to cheer the fuck up.
melcreada: (domokun likes to party)

Finally, after taking way too long, I bring forth answers to a meme provided by the lovely [ profile] sardonicynic. Girl, how you managed to fill out like 6 of these in the time it took me to do one is truly amazing. And humbling. LOL...

If anyone wants to take part, here is the meme - I will oblige with the questioning!

Comment with "Come at me, bro," and:
→ I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better.
→ Update your journal with the answers to the questions.
→ Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

My long-winded answers... )
melcreada: (bitch needs to man the fudge up)
- Still no announcement about the job. Slow burn.
- I felt so gross yesterday, I called in sick. Spent two hours at the doctor and get to go back in 2 weeks.
- I hate the doctor.
- Everything I eat is making me sick to my stomach so I haven't eaten a whole lot lately, yet my doctor's scale assures me that I am the fattest I have ever been.
- Ugh. Exercise.
- I am so stressed about a stupid meeting next week that I can't focus. I need to study up on the topic and work on some notes this weekend so I can be prepared.
- I received my bonus, so that was cool.
- Need to do my taxes.
- Friday night tax party?
- Was invited out tonight. Not sure why I said no (other than being sick, but really, I am not so bad that I can't go hang out with my friend).
- Whatever. I am in a bitch of a mood.

I'll stop now.
melcreada: (Adult!)

So we drove to Austin yesterday and within a few minutes of being on the highway, a rock hit my windshield (again!) and cracked it (again!). I took it this morning to be repaired, but now my windshield looks super shitty with two repaired cracks, one on either side. *pout*

In other news, I think I am going to try meditating to help with my anxiety. Someone suggested it to me, and frankly, I really need to try something. I am just annoying the Hell out of myself with all this internal nattering and whinging and anxious dread setting up shop in the vicinity of my stomach.

Well, it's cold here but we won't get any ice or snow. I know I should be grateful, but once in a while I do like the idea of the world shutting down and taking a pause. People up north can line up to slap me now...

One more thing, because it made me laugh and laugh (I recycle these bad boys year after year after year and I am so thrilled that you can finally opt out of receiving them now):

melcreada: (bitch needs to man the fudge up)

I have a wicked case of the mean reds.

Hate, hate, hate this feeling.

Am listening to Vivaldi go through his Four Seasons, hoping Winter will shake me out of it.

I have already washed the dishes and put away some of the Christmas ornaments (don't judge me!). Now, should I tackle the bedroom (such a mess) or wake up JP and insist that he cheer me up?

Decisions, decisions...

Meme again

Dec. 31st, 2010 05:51 pm
melcreada: (infinite ways to fuck up)

Have a safe and happy New Year's Eve, flist. I plan on lying around, drinking champagne, eating snacks, and watching TV (perhaps a Merlin marathon is in order?).

2010, you have been one bastard of a year. Thanks for making me stronger, but you can go fuck off now. Ring out the false, ring in the true. Or something to that effect. New Year's resolutions about weight, etc. coming up later, when I am not full of Taco Bell.

I did a few more day's worth of that meme:

Nine things about yourself )

Eight ways to win your heart. )

Seven things that cross your mind a lot. )

melcreada: (all this bullshit)

Last night, I watched several hours of Say Yes to the Dress whilst eating baked taters. Tonight was popcorn and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Love that movie! Can't believe it's ten years old. Wow...

I was also reading an article about breaking bad habits and when I got to this:

After years of negative self-talk (“Look at how fat I am,” or “No one likes me at work because I’m not talented”), a funny thing happens, says Dr. Rankin: People tend to withdraw from social situations and intimacy. A poor or destructive self-image is also linked with depression and anxiety.

I was like, whoa! Light bulb! I actually used to be fairly social and outgoing. It's never come naturally to me, but it never felt scary either. Now I'd rather have my toenails pulled out than go to a bridal shower or a work event. I have to mentally prepare myself for going out with my friends sometimes! It seems like my negative self-talk used to be a way to motivate myself (you can do better than that!) but now it's more like, "I am totally not shocked at what a loser you turned out to be. You can't do anything right." Sometimes I congratulate myself and feel pleased with something I've done, but mostly I am beating myself down.

What. A. Bummer. Must try to, you know, not do that so much. I think it's harder as you get older, though. You tend to hem yourself in: I can't quit my job, I have a mortgage. I can't start a new career, I'm too old. Not everyone is like this, but I know for me, sometimes it's a chore just breaking through my own thoughts and self-doubts. Forget about everything outside myself. I'm exhausted just talking about it! It's a selfish form of bellybutton gazing, to be sure. But that voice sure gets loud sometimes...

I really feel like writing, but have no idea what to write. I have half a dozen stories I have started and abandoned over the past couple of years. Maybe I should pick one of those up.
melcreada: (calcifer)
Ughhhhhh. Work. It's getting harder and harder to drag myself into the office. I just want to stay home and watch the Food Network and that channel with all the wedding shows. And everything around me is SHITTY because I cannot be arsed to clean this muthfuckin' house because I am le tired and le whiny (like right now). So instead of cleaning a little tonight, I get on the computer and wah wah wah to my peeps at livejournal because I am a BIG BABY. Where's my bottle?!

Okay, I am going to clean up 2 square feet in this bedroom before I go to bed, so help me God...


Mar. 2nd, 2010 11:20 pm
melcreada: (samurai champloo jin)

Oh, shit. I have eleventy billion things to do this week! Mostly it involves birthdays that are too close together and coloring my hair and taxes, but STILL.

Also, I am depressed. Probably hormones or similar, but all I want to do is sleep. Crying is optional, but doesn't cost extra. In addition, I have been on my period ALL YEAR LONG (feels like, anyway, and not too far off from the truth). Someone told me this is a sign of pre-menopausal women. MENOPAUSE. Just what I was missing from my life. 

Work is still ridiculous. I am bearing it with silent dignity. More or less.

Watched most of To Catch A Thief earlier. The fireworks scene used to be my favorite when I was younger, but now it's just damn funny. Still, Cary Grant is my perfect man. ♥ ♥ ♥
melcreada: (dc - holy shit)

So, I had a dream last night where I started dating this guy (hope you like the serial killer look he's rocking):

For those of you who are not insane American Idol fans, this is Lee Dewyze from the current season. In my dream, we hit it off, I introduced him to my whole family, we started falling for each other, things were great, and then JP showed up. Awkward. I had to tell Lee that I was with JP and he was so hurt and upset and I felt so terrible about leading him on. Poor showing, Melly. : (

I included this picture because he was wearing a knit cap like this in the dream and also to show you that I have good taste in pretend boyfriends. LOL...

Any WTF?! dreams on the flist lately?

melcreada: (sm - paradise lost)
They were playing Death Cab for Cutie in the grocery store tonight. Anyone who lives in San Antonio knows this is WEIRD. But whatever the reason, rock on! Totally put me in a non-homicidal mood, which is pretty hard to do when I am in a crowded store holding perishables...

Now that I have been slapped upside the head with the breaking story that CHRISTMAS IS COMING, OMGOMGOMG!!!!, I feel like going to Bath & Body Works and Starbucks. Yup, yup.
melcreada: (cake full of woe)

It rained really, really hard last night and these beautiful pink flowers were ripped right off the tree, littering my Jeep and making it look like the saddest parade float ever...


melcreada: (diego rivera)
No shit, Bono. Got any ideas on how to get unstuck, genius?

Okay, guys. Just had to get that off my chest. I could really stand to hear some good news. Who's got something to share?


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