Friday, September 22, 2006

open letter

Dear extremely loud upstairs neighbors,

Look. I get it, ok? I get that kids are loud. I get that babies cry. I get that toddlers want to run around. I've tried to have patience, for the sake of your kids, and because I know that I'll probably have a baby in an apartment someday and I want people to have compassion on me when that time comes.

But what I don't get is why, first of all, you have three children living in this tiny, tiny shoebox of an apartment, which is a violation of your lease. I also don't get why you don't just leave, now that they are trying to evict you for said violation. I also don't get why in the name of sweet baby Jesus in the manger the kids -- ALL of them -- are up until unholy hours (translation: until 10 p.m., 11 p.m., 12 a.m., 1 a.m., even 2 a.m. sometimes) every night.

Well, maybe I do get that last one. Maybe it's because you never leave your apartment. Maybe it's because four people in a 6-700 square foot space is a little tight. Maybe it's because there is something wrong with the baby that he/she cries nearly constantly and since you never leave (for some mysterious and suspicious reason) (a man brings you a bag of rice every four or five days and that's supposed to do it for your food ration as well as for your human interaction with anyone other than your children) (my guess is that you're illegal immigrants) you can't take the baby to the doctor.

I have tried, believe me, I have tried so hard to have compassion for you. And I still do, in a way. Really, I just feel sorry for these three children, being cooped up inside all the time. But that patience and compassion is wearing really, really, really effing thin right now.

Because, people? It's 11:54 p.m. The toddler is hammering on the floor and babbling and screaming. The baby is crying. Someone else is dragging around what sounds like some kind of heavy furniture. And you, the parent, are shouting.

It's all making me really frigging grumpy.

Also, people? Earlier this week, you woke me up twice in the night with noise. You woke me up at 6 a.m. this morning with noise. In one way or another, you have kept me from being able to sleep every night this week -- WITH YOUR NOISE.

And that's just the nighttime! We haven't even touched on the daytime yet.

I can hear your noise over the dishwasher. I can hear your noise over my music. I can hear your noise over a movie, and I can hear your noise even when I wear earplugs. (I feel like I'm in a bad Dr. Seuss book here -- I can hear it in the day. I can hear it in the night. It makes me and my husband want to fight. I can hear it cooking dinner. I can hear it over the printer. Etc. Ad nauseum. Because the noise. never. stops.)

I am seriously going to lose it soon. I have tried coming up there, I have tried calling the landlord, I have tried banging on the ceiling, I have tried ignoring it. Nothing. Works. And I can't stand it anymore. I just want some peace and quiet!!!

So please. PLEASE! SHUT! THE! HELL! UP!

Sincerely,

Your (trying-to-be-kind-and-patient-but-gets-really-bitchy-when-sleep-is-affected) downstairs neighbor

why is it...

...that every time I'm left alone in the office to cover the phones I immediately develop the need to pee?

Sheesh. It never fails.

Anyway.

Not to be a total attention whore or anything, but I'm pretty proud of the fact that I got up early today and came into work and worked out in our fitness center. Even though the elliptical machine made me want to die, I still did it!

It's pretty disheartening, though, when the machine tells you how many calories you burned, and it's some paltry number like 72.

I've totally cancelled that out now by drinking two cans of Coke today. (Whining in justification: But I'm tiiiiiired! And booooored! And tiiiiired!)

So yeah. I worked out this morning. And it actually felt pretty good, and I didn't have to get up any earlier than normal -- I just had to catch an earlier bus. So I think I might start trying to do that every day or two...if I make it a habit maybe I can work my way up to catching an even earlier bus and having longer to work out.

Ok, I should get back to it...but still! I'm so proud of posting two days in a row! Yahoo!

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Meh.

You know that saying your mom always told you? The one that goes, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."

Yeah. That one.

Well, that's pretty much why I haven't been posting here lately. I've been feeling pretty meh, as we call it around our house. (Meh is one of my favorite words. Brett and I, depending on the inflection and tone, can use meh to express indifference, grumpiness, frustration, or even anger.) It's been a rough few weeks, and Lord knows I have used up my sharing-my-grumpiness-with-the-entire-world quota for the year. So I just haven't been posting.

I've started like eleventy-jillion (translation: five) posts, none of which I've finished (Obviously.) because, well, meh.

Anyway.

I'm just grumpy. And I hate it. I snapped at a ton of people (co-workers) (Brett) (my mom) today; I just didn't have the patience to deal with them. I felt like screaming, "BITE ME!" to the world and going and hiding. But, unfortunately, I am a (somewhat) mature grownup, so I just sucked it up and dealt with it.

I have to say that the day ended better than it began -- sort of. After work, we all went to The Garage for a happy hour celebration because some people were promoted. Two pints of Mac & Jack's, and one strike and two spares later, I was a much happier camper.

But then the "sort of" part comes in: I had to come home and say goodbye to my Brett, who is now on his way to San Francisco for the weekend, to go to a moped rally. I hate it when he's out of town...I feel all lonely and sad. Ah, well, that's ok. I'll get over it, and he'll be back sometime on Monday, so that is good. I am just going to try to have a fun weekend hanging out with girlfriends, having some alone time, and trying to study the Bible some. It should be nice.

So anyway. Not much more to say. It's late, and I'm tired, and our freaking apartment has no freaking hot water AGAIN (this happened right after I got home from France) so I have to go into work early to take a shower in the fitness room there. Gah. So irritating. I have no idea why the water isn't hot, either. It's just...not. I checked the circuit breaker in our apartment as well as the master hot water heater one in the basement. Nothing. Grrrr! I hate cold showers.

Yeah. So see, there's that whole griping thing again, which I said I was going to try to curb.

Ok, my bed is calling me for reals. I will try to post more regularly in the weeks to come...

Friday, September 01, 2006

I've been tagged!

Carolyn has tagged both Lisa and me for a book meme! This is my first-ever meme, so I'm pretty excited about that.

I've always loved to read. When I was a little girl, my mom would get upset because I read so much. I would rather have stayed in the library to read than go outside for recess, and I would stay up really late reading by the light of my night light so I could finish up the book I was working on. So, this meme is quite appropriate!

Here goes...

You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451; which book do you want to be?
Like at the end, when everyone memorizes one book? Hm...that is a hard question. Maybe The Fellowship of the Ring. That's a tough one, though.

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
Oh yes. Aragorn (in LOTR) (see, I am a geek; I call it LOTR, plus I mention it in three of the seven questions in this meme) or Curt Fletcher in Each Bright River. Shh, don't tell -- I still kind of have a crush on both of them...

The last book you bought was...
Le Journal Secret de Laura Palmer: Mystères à Twin Peaks. I found it in a market in France for one Euro...it's basically a spin-off book from the Twin Peaks series that apparently got turned into French. It's like Laura's secret diary. Totally weird and random, especially considering that Twin Peaks isn't even that well-known here. I can't imagine it would be that well-known in France!

The last book you read was...
The Champion, a cheesy romance/historical fiction novel by Elizabeth Chadwick.

Currently reading...
Lord Peter, by Dorothy L. Sayers. It's a collection of all the Lord Peter Wimsey short stories ever published. I love the Lord Peter Wimsey novels, so it's fun to read the short stories and get a bigger picture of how Dorothy L. Sayers pictured him.

Five books you'd take to a deserted island...
1.) The Bible -- I wouldn't want to be anywhere long-term without my Bible.
2.) The Lord of the Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien -- Yes, this counts as one book! That is how Tolkien originally intended it to be published. As to why, it is one of my all-time favorite books that I can read over and over again.
3.) Each Bright River, by Mildred Masterson McNeilly -- A really random book from the 1950's about a girl from South Carolina who comes to the Oregon Country (and later goes to Washington State). I have loved this book since I was young, and it is one I can read over and over again.
4.) A Prayer for Owen Meany, by John Irving -- This story is so rich. The characters are so well-developed I feel that they are real people, living and breathing on the earth.
5.) Kate's Book, by Mary Francis Shura -- This was one of my all-time favorite books as a young girl. I'd bring it just for the memories it would call to mind.

Who are you going to pass the stick to, and why?
Bree, because I know she loves books too, and Jamila, because she was the first person to pop into my head when I thought of someone who would be great at a book meme, even though I know she might not get a chance to get to it anytime soon since she just had baby Zachary.