Fish Tale

As I was digging through old blog/journal entries (archived offline) last night, I realized that we celebrated last year’s half year anniversary the same way we celebrated yesterday – with a dinner at Red Lobster. We hadn’t planned to go there this year, but after the avocados we had wanted to use for guacamole were not yet ripe, we gave up on the idea of making tacos, and decided to go out instead. Since I had a $40 gift card (courtesy of my Discovercard cashback award) burning a hole in my pocket, Red Lobster was the obvious choice.

It should be noted that I tend to pick one or two dishes I like and never try anything new. And now I see why – I threw caution to the wind last night and ordered their Sam Adams Beer Battered Fish and Chips. Let me just say that their idea of chips, which were actually thin soggy french fries, is pathetic. The same goes for their so-called tartar sauce, which I still maintain is really coleslaw. I realize this sounds pretentious and all, but no one does fish and chips like the British. When I was in England oh so many years ago, I had real fish and chips and nothing has measured up since.

But our “anniversary” was good. Low-key and relaxed, but good. And we got some ok news from his lawyer today, so I think this weekend will be a nice one. We’re (or more like I’m) debating whether we should brave the madness and go to the Taste of Chicago. I haven’t gone in several years, because I hate crowds, but after watching a tv special about how you can sample a lot of good food for under $20, I’m quite tempted. Might screw up my whole losing weight thing, though, so I’m not sure. Not that I think I care anymore.

Can you believe Joe is asleep on the couch right now? What a lazy butt! I think I’ll go wake him up. Heehee.

Hot stuff

Ok, if any of you hate the mushy stuff, go ahead and skip this post altogether.

I put a bunch of photos of Joe into an album today in chronological order, and I must say, this man just gets better looking with age. I’m still amazed at how gorgeous he is. I also realized that I’ve never taken so many photos of one person before, but I just can’t get enough of him. I’m ordering some more from Shutterfly right now, in fact. I guess you could call me a fool in love, except I ain’t no fool.

Nothing better to do

Thank god I decided to bring my Sony MiniDisc player to work today, otherwise I think I might have gone insane from the boredom. I spent the entire day keying adjustments into our Oracle database. I get to do it again tomorrow too – I can’t wait! That’s sarcasm in case you’re impaired. I can’t believe I went from one end of the professional spectrum to the other. My last job was non-stop work and my new job is not enough work to keep me from constantly watching the clock and wondering why an hour at work seems to go by as fast as five hours of non-work.

When you’re staring at a computer screen for hours on end and listening to various genres of music, the mind tends to wander. Among other things, I found myself thinking about the time I went to London. It was a fantastic experience, despite the fact that I was sick as a dog the entire time and spent more time in bed than exploring the one city I’ve always wanted to visit. I did get to see The Cure live in concert, though, so that made it all worthwhile. But the thing I recall most vividly was how desperately lonely I felt. It occurred to me on more than one occasion while I was abroad that I had no one at home who cared about me (family not-withstanding). No one awaiting my return; no one who truly understood me, loved me, and wanted to spend the rest of their life with me. It depressed me more than I can put into words. My trip was at the beginning of December, and by the time the holidays rolled around I was in such despair, I don’t think I could ever feel more hopeless again if I tried.

The point of this story? When I look back on that time, it demonstrates to me how so much can change. Sure, I waited another four years, but happiness did find me. That person who completes me even more so than I could have ever hoped for found me and made me feel whole again. So when I start thinking about some things right now that I’m unhappy about (not relationship-wise, mind you), I remind myself of this very situation. It’s just a temporary stop along the intended path, you see. Do I believe in fate? Hell yes I do.

Another thing I was thinking about at work today is how much I miss taking nature photos. There is just nothing left in this apartment worth photographing. I looked back through my photos from the summer and fall and suddenly felt impressed by my own work. I look forward to the weather warming up so I can find new and interesting things to photograph. The Nikon 5700 is a good camera in any situation, but I feel that it truly shines when used for outdoor photography.

At the store today I spotted some cute flowers and had to have them for my desk at work. It’s been so cold and miserable lately and I need a little spring to cheer me up. Funny thing happened when I bought the flowers – the cashier guy only charged me $.49. See, I had grabbed one of those plastic trays that catches the water and set the flowers in it. I really didn’t think much of it when I did it. But apparently Mr. Not So Bright wasn’t paying attention and just scanned the whole thing together, so I was only charged for the tray. Normally I’d say something, but I’m really tired of correcting people’s stupid mistakes. If I bought a tupperware container and threw all my other groceries in there to make room on the conveyor belt would I only get charged for the container? Of course not. So phooey on stupid people and corporations who hire them.

But now you know the secret to buying cheap flowers. ;)