December 2006


Lucy just posted a year-end diagnostic post, which I thought was pretty damn cool. One of the things she did was retake that “Your Life, Rated” quiz that went around awhile ago (longer than I thought–I just found mine, from November 2005). That seemed like a good idea to me, so–as I am inclined to do–I copied it.

So, my old version was here, and it looked like this:

This Is My Life, Rated
Life: 6.2
Mind: 6.7
Body: 5.2
Spirit: 8.3
Friends/Family: 6.8
Love: 7.3
Finance: 4.3
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

And the one I just took looks like this:

This Is My Life, Rated
Life: 6.9
Mind: 6.9
Body: 8
Spirit: 9.1
Friends/Family: 6.5
Love: 9.1
Finance: 3
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

So–overall, not a huge difference, but the “body” and “love” areas are way up, which seems right; I’m finally doing good things for my body, and love-wise, things are pretty good (which is kind of funny, because I had two boyfriends when I took this the first time…goes to show that quality beats quantity every time). “Finance” has dropped into the freaking toilet, though. Not surprising, of course, what with my whole $30-to-my-name-until-February status right now, but still annoying.

I was thinking I’d do some resolutions, or reflections on accomplishments (or things that didn’t suck), but I’m not feeling especially motivated. Maybe later, maybe tomorrow. We’re off to the Squirrel’s for a little New Year’s gathering in a bit…drunk phoneblogging may follow.

Happy New Year, friends!

As seen over here, from here…can you ever really have enough end-of-the-year memes?

1. What did you do in 2006 that you’d never done before?
Married GB in a campground. Oh, and I just (as of this morning) earned my first frequent flyer free roundtrip ticket. Whoohooo! Go fieldwork! Oh, and going to the gym–THAT was totally new. And I’m amazed at how much I like it.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I don’t think I made any…so I did better than I’d expected.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
My younger sister had her first baby last month.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
No (*knocking wood*)

5. What countries did you visit?
Various parts of the U.S.

6. What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?
A PhD

7. What dates from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
The hitchin’–May 6. That’s probably the most significant single day.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Having my prospectus pass.

9. What was your biggest failure?
Hmmm….I wish I’d gotten farther in my fieldwork.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Just the ever-worsening OCD and panic attacks, I think. Can’t think of anything else…well, I fell down the stairs, but that was really not so bad.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
I think that would be the car. I’m surprised by how much I love being a car owner again.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Millie, one of our middle cats, who decided that moving into the new apartment meant that she could stop peeing on the bed. She has suddenly become the model cat. Go Millie!

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Well, my advisor has not been behaving in ways that make me happy lately.

14. Where did most of your money go?
Rent, I think. Other than that….well, I guess there wasn’t much money to start with. I’m thinking pizza and rent.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
The wedding was way, way more fun than I thought it would be. And I loved this year’s Eating Tour of San Francisco.

16. What song will always remind you of 2006?
Ah, so many. “Paradise by the Dashboard Lights” played at 45rpm in the Bumper Pool Basement. “New Morning,” the first song we played at the wedding. “Hold On Loosely,” because I still can’t freaking believe we used .38 Special lyrics in the ceremony (though we couldn’t do it with straight faces, so that’s something, at least.)

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:a) happier or sadder? b) thinner or fatter? c) richer or poorer?
Happier (especially about just living with GB and the cats and not having roommates); thinner (23 pounds gone, baby!); poorer, dammit.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Relaxing. Camping. Dancing. Happy drugs.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Worrying. Panicking. Beating myself up for nearly everything I’m doing/not doing/not doing fast enough.

20. How will you be spending Christmas?
Spent it with GB’s family. GB’s grandfather said it was “As good a Christmas as I can remember.” I think that’s pretty awesome.

21. Did you fall in love in 2006?
This is totally sappy, but I think I re-fell in love with GB. Shhhh. Let’s maintain the illusion that I’m all tough ‘n shit.

22. How many one-night stands?
Almost one, depending on how you look at it.

23. What was your favorite TV program?
The Office, and Buffy, of course. Oh, we watched all the Six Feet Under episodes this year too.

24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
“Hate” is pretty strong. I’m much more annoyed by Paris Hilton, if that counts. And there are people I’m certainly more annoyed by…

25. What was the best book you read?
Wow, I’m having serious problems remembering any books I read that weren’t dissertation-related. There must have been some…

26. What was your greatest musical discovery?
That “Paradise by the Dashboard Lights” is completely freaking hilarious played at 45 rpm.

27. What did you want and get?
A new camera–kind of by accident, since ours broke right before Christmas and GB’s mom loaned us the money to buy a new one. Oh! And I haven’t gotten the Levi’s yet, but I’m excited about those.

28. What did you want and not get?
Well, we didn’t really do presents this year since GB and I (and his parents) are super broke right now. So I still have really bad iPod envy–I’m convinced I will be the last person in the U.S. to own one.

29. What was your favorite film of this year?
I think the only thing I saw that came out this year was Little Miss Sunshine, on the plane on the way to California. I thought it was okay–not bad, but not as good as I’d heard. Oh, we saw The Proposition, and I liked that–though it came out last year, I guess. Damn. We watched a lot of old movies this year…

30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I turned 35, and I spent my birthday in San Francisco, at my favorite bar, with some of my favorite people. Awesome.

31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Getting my freaking degree. And learning to chill the fuck out.

32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006?
I spent the first half of the year wearing clothes that were all too small for me, and the last third wearing clothes that are too big for me. Uh, yeah, not my best fashion year.

33. What kept you sane?
GB. And the cats. And IB/DM. And Law & Order. And my mom’s generous and frequent checks.
34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Thankfully, I got over my Vincent D’Onofrio thing pretty fast. I still had lustful thoughts about Richard Buckner, though I’m less and less sure why. My Johnny Depp love continues unabated.

35. What political issue stirred you the most?
Um. Right. I keep reminding myself there is a world outside of my worried little brain.

36. Who did you miss?
My various friends scattered around the country…and I haven’t seen my big sister enough this year.

37. Who was the best new person you met?
Ms. Q & Mr. Q–and I got to see them twice! Oh, and the Turnip, of course!

38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006.
Hmmm. I’m sure I learned something. I’ll get back to y’all on this.

39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
“Most things I worry about never happen anyway.”

  • GB and his mom and dad are playing cricket on the new electronic dart board. GB’s mom got it in the yankee swap…though she’s the one who bought it. They’re big on the “buy the gift you want” around here.
  • GB’s mom just reassured GB’s grandpa, “[Awesome Aunt] is out getting your wine. In the meantime, have some Pinot Grigio.” They’re actually kind of making me feel like a teetotaler, and I think you all know how unlikely that is.
  • The Small Blond Cousins are *still* playing with the cool dragon Lego set. The Small Blond Cousins are smart, well-mannered, and actually pretty cute (you know, for children). I love that everyone in the family talks to and treats them like they’re actually intelligent, self-possessed little people, and they respond by being, well, intelligent, self-possessed little people. Who can kick ass at Apples to Apples, as it turns out.
  • GB just let me pick out a pair of jeans from the sale at the Levi’s Store as part of my Christmas present (we’re postponing gifts until January when our student loans come in. I am so freaking over the poor grad student bit.). I got the black Levi’s I’ve been pining for lately. I am giddy with excitement that they might be waiting for me when we get back.
  • I wonder sometimes if I should at least *own* some lingerie. I’m just saying.
  • I’m having anxiety and/or panic attacks *way* too often lately. I’m not happy about the pretty much constant heart-pounding-cold-sweat. I’m still loving the Klonopin, but I’m wondering if I should get checked out for physical sources of this crap….and if I should consider bringing the Celexa back into my life. Ugh. I dislike both of those options.
  • I had a slice of pumpkin pie and I don’t feel guilty. Seriously. I don’t. Shut up, I do not.
  • I understand that y’all probably have more fun things to do than blogging right now, but for the sake of those of us who are lounging around doing nothing and trying not to think of work as an option, please, do some pity-blogging, willya?

We did, in fact, get a visit last night from the incomparably cool and super-crazy-hot Mr. and Ms. Q. And I can’t even really believe it myself, but they actually drove way-the-hell out of their way to come have dinner with us, at GB’s parents’/grandparents’ house, even though they still had to drive, like, a million more hours to get back to their house.

I know. I’m overwhelmed by the coolness of that act too.

They arrived at the same time as the rest of the aunts, uncles, and cousins–in other words, in the middle of the ultimate Christmas Eve chaos. But did they run away? Did they go get the things they “forgot” in the car and hightail it the hell out of there (as I would have done, if it had been me visiting someone else’s family)? Friends, they did not. They came in, they had some drinks, some dinner, and participated in the family-wide yankee swap.

Seriously, they just might be among the coolest people I know. And did I mention the complete and utter adorableness of them? Their adorable hotness turned me into a big goofy spaz , and they just kept smiling at me while I spilled drinks and ran into walls in my spazzy Christmas joy.

So, I took the mandatory blogger-meetup photo for y’all, of the adorablyhot Ms. Q and me….

(And you can’t see it, though I wish you could, but written right there on my hand is a reminder that says “call [ms. q]”.)

But then I realized that this wasn’t a blogger meetup at all, or even a second blogger meetup.* This was my awesome new friends spending Christmas Eve with us.

(That would be me and GB sandwiching the Q’s, in our futile attempt to get them to stay longer. This picture may have a limited shelf-life here.)

Making new friends is right up there with hanging out with old friends on the list of Things That Are All Good. And new friends who will join you for Christmas Eve dinner with the whole freaking family? That’s so All Good it makes me a little teary.

Merry Christmas, y’all. Wishing you all as much happy sappy holiday love as my formerly-grinchy heart is feeling today.

*Although rumor has it that the third blogger meetup is worth waiting for…

  • GB’s awesome and uber-cool aunt (the one who’s only a few years older than GB & me) guided me through the making of salsa. While all I did was chop tomatoes and onions at her direction (and watch while she added everything else), she’s now calling it “Luckybuzz’s salsa,” which makes me happy.
  • I also assisted with the making of the guacamole (i.e., the taste-testing part). Yum. Dinner tonight is a Mexican buffet, apparently.
  • Apparently, also, I will be getting back to Weight Watchers right after Christmas. I’d planned to stick with it and to try to work out here–and I did go for a small walk, and I’ll go for another later. But as far as not eating what’s here to eat? I think that’s not going to work out. Here, at GB’s family’s, the holiday is about consuming, and sharing (food, as well as all those less-tangible emotional things), and gratitude for abundance–of all sorts. I am so not going to grinch that up. I keep telling myself that two days (today and tomorrow) eating more than usual is not going to completely screw up my newfound health.
  • Plus, they’re making eggnog with rum right now, and I would have to be one antisocial bastard to turn that down.
  • One of the Small Blond Cousins is playing the piano–slow, off-key versions of Christmas songs. It’s sweet. Then again, it’s also early in the visit.
  • There’s a possibility that we may be graced by the presence of one of my favorite bloggers tonight! I’m keeping my fingers crossed…could we really be so lucky? I’ll keep y’all posted.
  • Our camera completely, irreversibly died yesterday afternoon, so we ended up going out this afternoon to try to replace it. GB’s mom generously fronted us the cash for a new one; we got a really good deal on it, so I feel less bad about that. It takes pretty nice photos, though I’m still trying to figure out all the settings. Here’s a picture of the nativity scene, which apparently has some new and exotic animal visitors this year:
    • Oh, GB’s other uncle just showed up–so I think I’m needed for eggnog
    • drinking and socializing downstairs. I haven’t had a drink yet and it’s–holy crap, it’s 3pm! Okay–more liveblogging later this evening, I’ll bet.

    Off in a couple hours to the Left Coast for Christmas with the in-laws. (Since this is the first year I can call them that–despite spending pretty much the past ten Christmases with them–I’m getting a lot of mileage out of it.)

    I’ll definitely be checking in with y’all, so keep talking and let me know how your ugly seasons go. And wish me luck holding the plane up this evening. I’m going to count on my friend Klonopin to help me keep it in the air.

    Happy holiday(s)-of-your-choice, blogfriends!

    So, I’ve been working–or trying to work–tonight while GB was off hanging out with Jason. GB got back a little while ago, pretty happily fucked up, and immediately went to bed. I’ve been reading some secondary source stuff, and trying to work out some kind of structure for chapter one (which I think I may have figured out…we’ll see if it holds up). So I’m having a glass of wine, and chilling out before I hit the hay.

    And I opened the window in here, because it’s a million degrees in the apartment, and there’s this….well, there’s a Dangerous Mood on the breeze coming in. I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t know it was out there. But I opened the window, and in it came, and now I want to put a bottle of tequila in my backpack and wander around the city knocking on doors of people who could get me into trouble.

    (Speaking of which, did I tell you that Bad Idea, last weekend, was all, “Oh, remember those times you were at my other house….?” So yeah, friends, apparently Bad Idea is living the cliche, that if I just ignore him he’ll find me irresistable.)

    Anyway. There it is. Dangerous Mood, 2am on a Wednesday, for what it’s worth.

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