You're so Vain, You Probably Think this LJ is About You

I want to go on at least one mini-vacation this summer, but I don't know where to. A state park would be nice, but it's hotter than Hades outside and the extreme drought makes me a  little nervous about being in the middle of very dry grass/trees. I wouldn't mind the beach again, but I have a feeling JP wouldn't be too keen on that. Maybe a weekend getaway at a resort with a really big pool...Hmm.

I just finished A Wilder Life, about a woman who is as obsessed as I used to be with the Little House on the Prairie books. It was an excellent read, wherein she learns to churn butter, visits all the Laura Ingalls Wilder museums/sites, and even accidentally stumbles on an end of days training farm. Good stuff! Made me dig out my old set. Loved, loved, loved these books as a kid. Upon returning stateside from the Philippines, my parents even took me to Mansfield, MO, to see Laura's last home (much to the chagrin of everyone else in the van). I admit I was a little disappointed, but I wouldn't mind going again to check it out.

I love my Kindle so much, but I HATE all the typos in the books! Flames, flames. On the side of my face. I mean, I am not perfect but I am not being published, either.

Which brings me to another quirk I have discovered while perusing titles for my Kindle - it seems like there's a lot of...self-published work out there. It's weird to see it side-by-side with established authors and publishers. I especially like the books in the non-fiction section that explain how we are descended from aliens and giants. Also, I don't know if it's a "real" author or not, but some guy is claiming that Obama's administration is a "thugocracy" and I nearly wet my pants with laughter at the gangsta picture on the cover:



It's hard out there for a pimp-president

Seriously? I am more gangster than Obama and my idea of a swinging good time is a Pride&Prejudice marathon on the telly.

So, in conclusion: FIX THE EFFIN ERRORS, AMAZON/KINDLE!!!

Soooo...when did talking on your cell phone while you are doing your business in a public bathroom become the norm? I swear every time I go into a bathroom, some chick in the next stall is having a serious discussion about where to go for dinner or how she is pissed at her bestie whilst all around her toilets are flushing, children are screaming, and hand dryers are blasting. Is this not gross to anyone else? Is it because I was raised Catholic? I don't get it...how can you hear, anyway? And does the person on the other line ever think to say, "Uh...why don't you call me back...when you're DONE?" I don't know.

I read a really cool article the other day (which I cannot find now, of course) about women who don't want children being treated like they are freaks and outcasts of society. I wanted to print it out and tape it to the night supervisor's desk because he simply doesn't believe that I don't want kids. He thinks my biological clock hasn't started ticking yet, even though I am just this side of 38. I actually really like kids. I just don't want any. Why does that make me weird? Isn't it enough that I am apparently going through a second adolescence? >__<

Heard about the fire drill at Otakon - hamburger , fess up! Did you pull the alarm? 

I kid, I kid!

I think tonight is a Bon Voyage, Charlie Brown! kind of night.

Also, I want to go to here. I have wanted to see the cliff dwellings for years and years, but I keep forgetting about it. I think they would be awesome to see in the snow, but mostly the park is closed by then. This will have to go on my Bucket Travel List, along with Machu Picchu,  Bora Bora, and Bhutan.

And that's all the inanity I have for tonight! Cheerio...

- Still sick. Still not king.
- I caught the chase scene from Steve McQueen's Bullitt on Saturday night, which I think is rad for some inexplicable reason. I wish I could live in 1960s San Francisco...
- I have been sleeping so much and so hard that my body just aches from inactivity and I think I pulled my neck muscle. FROM SLEEPING.
- Work gave me a $25 gift card to Amazon. HOORAY! What to buy...what to buy.
- My baby comes home day after tomorrow. Too bad the place looks so craptacular, but I just don't have the energy to do much.

Time for bed.

I had a dream the other night where JP suddenly became Adam Lambert and he broke up with me (naturally!) and putting all the heartbreak stuff aside (it really hurt, yo), it was pretty funny because Adam/JP told me that he only wanted to take care of me and I promptly stood up and gave him double middle fingers before stomping off. I wish I could always be that spunky during a breakup. Ouch, though. 

Well, Lady Gaga is coming to San Antonio, which is cool. HOWEVER. I have something to say about this whole ticket business. I figured if you are gonna go Gaga, you gotta go General Admission, right? Get all up close and personal with the stage and that whole theatrical train wreck. So, I got the password for the presale and tried to buy a GA ticket this morning (and at $85, not including fees, that shit ain't cheap!). But I kept getting 'none available.' So, I started messing around a little and discovered lo! you could buy a GA ticket IF you purchased a "special package" for $240. TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY DOLLARS. FOR ONE TICKET. THAT IS NOT EVEN A SEAT. *ahem* Anyhoo, I was incensed. Highway robbery! So, unless they change that rule once the tickets go on sale to the general public, count me out of the whole thing. Very disappointed in the Gaga gouging.

Also, in other news, I wanted to take a couple of days and go to the beach this weekend before the mad rush of summer, but my boss told me that the auditors are coming so I can't be off when they are in the office. What I don't understand is why my superstar of a co-worker can't handle them? You would think that since he got a perfect review, he would be better equipped to handle such a task.

I am in a foul mood, NGL.

ETA: since I am in a bitchy mood already, I would just like to say that although I love, love, LOVE the songs and dancing on Glee, I find the writing so, so LAZY. Dropped story lines, pointless plot contrivances to explain away all the awesome guest stars, and also the blatant emotional manipulation in lieu of real stories. Puke. C'mon, writers - the world is watching. Don't just sit on your collective asses and let the music and Jane Lynch carry the show. *sigh*

Whew...I actually worked really long hours here at the house. JP said I sounded snippy and short-tempered on the phone the other day and I was all OHNOES!!! But, hey, sometimes being a bitch is called for.

I picked up my new glasses! They are black with pink accents. Again, way too excited but I don't care. It's the little things...

This weekend, I have decided to get my quesadilla and margarita ON. I don't know where or when, but I need to make this happen.

Speaking of which, I better go balance my checkbook. I think THAT will determine where we go...