Another Thanksgiving Day is over. Sigh. John and I went over to my friend Fonda’s house. She and her hubby made quite a spread, including a 20-lb. turkey (for five people) and homemade pecan pie. I missed eating a few of my favorites– yams/marshmallows and pumpkin pie– but certainly, I was thrilled not to have to lift a finger. It rocks to have friends who love to cook super tasty foods. So, I had a good time. Fonda and I just hung out upstairs while the guys watched Under Siege, some tacky action flick featuring a woman with “delicious titties.” Gross terminology but whatever.

Two days later I’m still stuffed silly. I’m like in that dangerous mode now, where you’re stuffed 24-7. I hit the sack full and wake up full. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from eating large, hearty meals throughout the day. I’m on auto-pilot to destruction, really. The day after Turkey Day, I craved Windy City Pizza, so that’s where we went for lunch. I hit the Safeway bakery searching for the elusive pumpkin pie– all sold out until Saturday. Instead, I settled for the Its-It ice cream. Like I said, I’m on the path to oblivion. Pizza, ice cream, and a movie (The Breakup) the day after Thanksgiving… the perfect lazy-ass day. Oh, we did actually go outside. Before lunch, we took the pups to a new dogpark in Palo Alto, and I test drove the Civic hybrid. I’m still on the fence about the hybrid…

Today, we’re going to try being more mobile. I suggested checking out the horse races down the street, but he’s opting for walking around downtown. I think he’s going to win out. God, downtown is going to be crazy decked out with Christmas shit. Oh well, I have to “get into the spirit” some time or another. 😛

So I’ve been researching AFV (alternative fuel vehicles) lately. On Saturday, based on all my readings online, I determined that the Honda Civic GX was for me. The GX is a CNG vehicle, which means it runs on compressed natural gas. No gasoline whatsoever. So the benefits include super clean emissions, oil independence, and of course, the coveted HOV-lane sticker. After calling about eight different Honda dealerships in the area, I finally landed one with the GX. Most people didn’t even know what I was talking about over the phone. Up until now, the GX wasn’t really marketed to consumers. Rather, Honda targeted government peeps; hence all the white CNG vans and white sedans. So boring.

Saturday afternoon, John and I drove to San Leandro. I test drove the GX, and my. god. That thing was louder than hell. Not because of the CNG, but simply because it was a Civic instead of an Accord. I mean, I don’t drive a fancy schmancy car. I have a Camry, but holy shit, is there a difference in the road noise. I didn’t even take the thing on the highway. I just drove down the main strip, and Jesus, with the radio on, I still couldn’t hear a thing. There was just constant rumbling. We were totally turned off. Then, the trunk space was practically nonexistent due to the CNG fuel tank, so the vehicle only carries 8 gallons. Gas mileage is pretty much comparable to the normal Civic too, so I suppose one question is “How green do I want to go?” In the end, this just wasn’t the answer, unfortunately.

While our Camry was in the shop for service (which sucked btw. Don’t ever go to Toyota 101 in Redwood City. Total ghetto service!), we drove around a Prius again. I had tried this car the last time the Camry was in service; I hated it then. But I figured I’d give it another go. Well, off the bat, we had the same problem as with the Civic: noisy as hell. You can forget about having a conversation in the vehicle. Seriously. Forget it. On top of that, the Prius is narrow. And it just has the feel of a cheap car. I mean, there’s no other way to say it really. And I guess it makes sense to keep the gas mileage high and all. Crazy thing, in order to get the HOV sticker in CA, the DMV requires more than just hybrid technology. Your vehicle has to get 45 mpg, so I can kiss good-bye to a slew of other green cars: Camry hybrid, Accord hybrid, Lexus hybrids (well, if John went down that road…). Basically, my choices are Prius, Civic, and Insight. Yup, looks like I’ll be sticking with the Camry a bit longer. What can I do?

John and I drove past a Wendy’s last night, and somehow their Greek pita wrap slipped into my mind. God, those were the days. I was a grad student when John introduced me to their super tasty vegetarian wrap. Fresh, crispy lettuce, juicy tomatoes, big chunks of feta cheese, zingy dressing– all contained in a piping hot, fluffy pita. At the time, John was living with his brother Tim in Laurel. The Wendy’s was just up the street, and with the drive-thru open til 1 a.m. every night, well, let’s just say John was a frequent visitor. Damn. The wrap with the chocolate frosty– it was the perfect quick and easy meal.

I remember soon after I’d moved to Raleigh to start my first job out of school, I drove by a Wendy’s on the way to work. For some reason, on that particular day, I thought of the wrap. All day at the office, I craved the sandwich: that was going to be my first stop after work. So finally, at 5:30, I pulled into the drive-thru. I spoke into the mic– “a Greek veggie pita, please.” “Uh, we don’t have that.” Totally stunned, I said, “WWWWHHHHAATTTT??!” “Uh, yeah, that’s not on the menu. We don’t have that anymore.” “When did that happen? Is that all Wendy’s or just you?” I know, a totally idiotic question considering they are a chain. Duh. But I just couldn’t believe they took that away! I was so disappointed. I went home and immediately called John who was on business in New England. We were stupefied. WTF??! Why the wrap? The next day, he called me at lunch. He was at a Wendy’s, eating the wrap. Mother fucker. There he was, chomping on what was very possibly the last Greek pita wrap ever, telling me every detail and juicy morsel over the phone. Nice. Don’t rub it in or anything. Oh well, a few days later, he– like the rest of us— was SOL. That was when we started making veggie wraps at home– not the same, but still yummy.

So yesterday got me thinking… food triggers so many memories. There’s no denying it: John and I are big time eaters. And you know what? Surprisingly, the small college town of Gainesville (grad school) ranks pretty high up. The garlic knots and salad at Leonardo’s 706. God, my mouth waters even now– six years later– thinking about them. Who knew there were salads besides the standard house and caesar? Real assorted greens, Northern white beans, a creamy garlic dressing… heavenly. Then there was the Reuben and potato salad at McAllister’s, the hummus at Falafel King., forever etched in our memories. Sigh. We had some good times then.

In Raleigh, Claudio’s (now closed!?) had the best penne alla vodka. The Chop House was great for succulent pork chops. Condi’s Italian market downtown had crazy delish deli meats. I enjoyed Raleigh– it was a convenient city. I especially loved how you could park right near the door at RDU (Raleigh-Durham airport) for like $4/day. And the airport was only 10 minutes away. Whenever we attended a performance at the theater downtown, we would be in and out of the parking lot in 2 minutes. So easy breezy. They say things there are different now. Guess that’s inevitable when cities hit the big leagues.

I haven’t been sleeping well lately: I’m battling a bad attitude… again. I know, I once promised, “if I had a job, I wouldn’t complain at all…” blah, blah, blah. Well I like the job, but the job isn’t exactly leaving me time for much else. In fact, John and I are so caught up doing our own job tracks, we barely even talk anymore. It’s just eat, sleep, and work. Totally boring and depressing. Aside from that, he suffers from so many ailments. Today he went home early with major migraines, but of course the day he took off early, I stayed late. The day I got out early, he stayed late. Such is the grind: missed connections that ultimately lead to two people living separate lives while sharing one apartment. Does that make any sense?

We tried to have a nice dinner out this evening. Hit some steak restaurant. The steakhouse appeared promising, but we ended up waiting 15 minutes for a waiter all while 80’s music blasted in the background. If I had wanted to go to a diner, that’s where I would have gone! Needless to say, I was a grump. My commute tonight took 45 minutes, 20 minutes of which was spent in gridlock, moving about 20 mph. So frustrating.

At work, we had a client visit today, and I prepped all the documents/handouts. Then I was called to talk about them, and I got all nervous and stressed. I did a horrible job. I mean, the client put in a purchase order, but still, I just came across nervous. And I don’t know what my problem is. I thought I had overcome this issue. Wrong. The anxiety is back and I’m just fed up with it. I mean it’s fine, I just have to work on it. But then I also feel this disconnect with my co-workers. Some of them seem really nice, but others, when we go out to lunch, I feel very quiet like there is nothing to talk about. Why does this happen? Again, I thought I’d taken care of these problems. So troubling. And I dunno. I just feel boring even though I don’t really believe I am. I mean, I have hobbies (the doggies, my blog, yelp??!), opinions, stories. I dunno. I guess with the weekend coming up, I just feel like another two days of rest will quickly be filled with errands (I have the get the car serviced).

My next door neighbor called tonight. The guy has kidney stones, so he’s going in for surgery tonight. Poor thing. I agreed to watch the baby dinosaurs while the parents are at the hospital. Came home to shit and piss all over again. Sigh.

You see, sometimes life just isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. Now I have the job I always wanted, but there is nothing for me here. I’m just a robot in a cycle, a hamster in the wheel. No worries, I’m not suicidal or anything. Just feeling a bit bummed about life choices. I complained to John that I didn’t feel connected with my coworkers. He said I needed to try to think about commonalities. He suggested a Friday happy hour, but I dunno. After a few weeks, I almost would rather eat lunch at my desk and get out early. None of the area restaurants there are that good anyway. Is that wrong that I’d rather leave early than “bond” with the colleagues? Shrug.

So I swallowed my last pill on Friday… I’m still not 100% but definitely doing better. Thankfully, the craisins are gone. The red spots are still there and oddly, when I wear denim, I swear that area on my mid-right thigh gets intensely itchy all over again but other than that, I’m all right. I just hope I never get the shingles again. My medical friends keep saying Valtrex doesn’t cure the shingles… let’s just hope my immunity fights it off next time though.

In other news, I worked my first full week at the job. A few things are really beginning to trouble me though: my carbon dioxide emissions and my gas mileage. My old Camry gave me about 33 mpg highway, so imagine my shock when I calculated an embarrassing 22 mpg on this vehicle. Both Camrys, but this one has a V6. I know, I have to do something. I started reading up on biofuels already, but shit man, I have to set up a large scale chemical production facility to process the used vegetable oils for the car… Plus John and I are still in the midst of Indecision 2007. Get a second car? Stay in San Mateo? Move to Foster City? Move to Palo Alto? Too many frickin’ considerations.

Oh god, almost forgot to comment on the elections. Un fucking believable! Dems actually won control of Congress. Hallelujah! I’m thrilled, but at the same time, I can’t help but feel disappointed… after all the bullshit, the race was still that close?! How much worse do things have to get before the Dems win with frickin’ room to breathe!?! Fucked up, I tell you.

Remy woke me up at the crack of dawn yesterday. John calls her Remy the Rooster now, because she’s becoming quite demanding about her early-morning walks. Just as well, I was slated to volunteer at the Green Festivals downtown. 9 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. I know, I’m an idiot. And to make matters worse, I was pegged to work the will-call ticket booth. Terrific. The first rainy, dreary cold morning in ages, and here I was alone in a freezing cold veal box. “Redeem your free t-shirt with this coupon. These badges are good for today and tomorrow. You can pick up a program inside the main door.” Repeat for four and a half fucking hours! I don’t know how I get myself into these things. After all the disappointments I’ve experienced with networking events, meet up groups, volunteer gigs, you’d think I would learn my fucking lesson. Nope. I’m idealistic and retarded that way: I am a masochistic optimist. I mean, at first, I thought volunteering at this event would be cool: I’d meet like-minded people. Well whatever. Didn’t meet a goddamn soul working by myself in a fucking stall. At least I got into the conference for free– there were lots of exhibitors selling green products and giving out free magazines, coupons, and samples. I also picked up some interesting information on electric cars and biofuels. I’m totally eyeing the ZAP Obvio. It’s so irresistibly cute!

Because of my damn rash, I couldn’t sleep all last night. Even the slightest contact with my clothes caused extreme discomfort (throbbing and irritation). I took a blazing hot shower. Then I changed the sheets. I read some article about the recent rise of bed bugs… After that, I started itching all over, so I searched our mattress frantically looking for bed bugs. Nothing.

Today, I spent all morning calling dermatologist offices, trying to book a goddamn same-day appointment. Frickin’ vain-ass Americans, practically all the derms were booked to like December! And you know most patients are there for Botox and Restylene and all that non-emergency bullshit. Anyway, thank goodness one place had an opening. After a sleepless night, I had to get this shit diagnosed.

Well fuck me, I’ve got the shingles. The scientific name, herpes zoster, is enough to make me feel like I belong in a Leper colony. Seriously, I feel dirty. And even though the condition is not contagious, John has this frightful look on his face when I touch him with my leg. “Stay away, Craisins!”

So apparently, the shingles is a reactivation of the chicken pox virus. Experts aren’t sure what triggers the reactivation, but usually it happens in adults over 50, i.e. in people with weakened immune systems. I mean, I’ve always admitted to being an old fart, but Jesus, I’m now classified with senior citizens and people with suppressed immune systems, i.e. people with AIDS, cancer, organ transplants??! Yeah, wtf? I suppose I was a little stressed, but puhleez, I certainly still considered myself healthy. Big wake up call.

So I’m on anti-viral meds now. The med box cautions against operating motor vehicles. Pretty much the drugs knock me out like Benedryl does.

I read that even after the rash disappears, that area of skin and nerves may remain annoyingly sensitive to any contact with fabric. So shit, I have a field trial starting next week and I’m going to be drowsy, itchy, and achy in the nerves. Just shoot me already. Fuckin’ skin, ain’t nothing but trouble. Guess I’m staying in tonight.

Wow, I actually switched on my windshield wipers today– the first time in months. It pretty much rained, er um drizzled, all day today. Lucky me, I got to work from home. I have a pretty good grasp right now on my project, so there wasn’t really a need for me to go in. My project manager is super cool about it: as long as I get my shit done, no worries. At least that’s his position for now. Hope things stay that way. I consider myself especially fortunate, because traffic in the rain would have been a total nightmare. Just like how people in DC don’t know how to drive in snow, people here don’t know how to drive in rain. I’m serious, so it’s good I stayed off the roads today.

Turns out though, my day at home wasn’t a total celebration. I’m sick. Not totally down and out, but definitely feeling it. John had the flu/cold last weekend, so it looks like I’m due this week. Sore throat, irritated eyes. I didn’t let it stop me from hanging out briefly with Fonda today (she got MORE stuff from Armani Xchange!) but shit, I’m gonna need a cold med to knock me out tonight. I also have this bizarre rash on my thigh, back thigh, and lower back. I thought the bumps were bug bites at first, but five days have passed and I’m still itchy as hell. And the bites have grown into half-dollar-sized welts. Lyme disease? I dunno, but John is grossed out. Maybe I’ll try some calamine lotion tonight. It’s fucking annoying as hell though, because all week at work, I was like impatiently scratching through my slacks. People probably thought I had body lice or scabies or something. Not a good image.

I think I’m staying home again tomorrow, so hopefully these next few days, I’ll recover from my various ailments. Thirty years old and totally broken. Not a good thing, man.

When I was unemployed, all my working friends told me, “Work is overrated.” At the time, I thought to myself, “Easy for you to say, you have a job.” Well, I’m in week two now of the new job, and although the people and the content are really cool, I’m already starting to feel the fatigue of the grind. Yesterday, my drive home took an hour. Today was the same. I had purchased all this candy to distribute for Halloween, but in the end, I still got home too late. Not a single soul came knocking on our door. I’d better get rid of the candy fast though, because John is munching away!

So at this point, I still prefer employed status to unemployed, but it’s just a totally different lifestyle, that’s for sure. Today, I delivered my first training presentation. As with all my presentations, I obsessed to no end. Lost sleep over it, got numb fingers, the whole shebang… in true neurotic fashion, of course. Fortunately, the obsessive preparation paid off. The session went off without a hitch, so that’s good.

Also, my job involves a lot of project tracking, so all my control freak tendencies get a lot of play. And I’m pretty good at riding people’s asses (just ask John). Beyond that, I’m just really psyched to be involved with the alternative energy/fuel cell thing. Being a part of something progressive, no matter how small the initial market or implementation, and being a part of the startup energy is really invigorating.

I just try not to come across like such a bore to my colleagues. Everyone always asks about hobbies, and I swear I should just prepare a response; otherwise, John and I sound like total rejects. I mean, maybe that’s just the cold hard truth of it. I don’t feel like such a loser, although I know we aren’t as active as we could be. What can I say, I was born an old, grumpy lady. Besides moving to new places every two years, I’m not one for risk and adventures. For example, some coworkers today suggested John and I head downtown to Castro Street for Halloween. Apparently, there’s a huge party/celebration there every year with lots of craziness. Think Mardi Gras. Well, frankly, that’s enough to keep me away from that for years. I don’t like craziness. I don’t like noise. I don’t like big parties with random people. See how I’m still such an anti-soc? And you actually thought my social anxiety exercises were helping? Me too. Shrug. I am who I am. I can network with strangers if need be, and I won’t avoid an event just because I don’t want to talk to strangers. But that doesn’t mean I’ll throw myself into madness. John and I are perfectly fine eating pot pie at home while watching my crush Andy Lau in “Infernal Affairs.” I mean seriously, what could beat that? Ha!

Like any lady, I’m certainly a fan of long, lush lashes, but eyelash transplants? Just when you thought there was nothing else left to artificialize (or “enhance”), yet another new procedure surfaces. I guess in this case, the hair is actually real but Jesus, the lashes are head hair– in need of regular cuts! Weird, eh? Think I’ll stick with mascara.

Whew! Friday finally– my first day off since Monday. I know, not a big deal for you working/schooling folks, but jesus, I’m beat after working four days straight. I’m getting a good vibe from this new job, but the commute is bugging me already. Sure, sure, 45 minutes doesn’t seem so bad except when you calculate it as a fraction of the workday, a 90-minute commute is practically 20% of the 8-hour shift– a sizeable chunk. And of course, yesterday’s drive back was a nightmare. I was going to try an alternate route, but then I didn’t have my cell phone, I was low no gas, and I was out of tampons. I told you before: I always forget important things when Aunt Flo’s in town. And not to be totally gross, but let’s just say, I had to get home fast. In typical fashion, my urgency only made everything else around me slower: traffic moved at a crawl. I decided against trying the new route (and getting lost), so I returned to I-880. When I finally got home, the dogs were dying to pee (as was I). Poor things, they had to wait– I am alpha dog after all. You’d think getting UTI as a child would be enough of a lesson for me, but I can’t help it. I still either forget to go, or I just fail to recognize the importance of an empty bladder for any journey of any duration.

Anyway, today I’m dog sitting the two Italian greyhounds next door. Boca and Cisco are on the neurotic side, and in all honesty, their overprotective (but friendly) father doesn’t help. So I’ve gone over there three or four times already to let them potty outside, and each time, they haven’t even stepped foot on the lawn. Instead, they’ve shitted and pissed inside twice. Luckily, they piss on the housebreaking pad and shit in the same vicinity (guess that’s good enough…). Still, who has adult dogs that piss/poop indoors? I know Italian greyhounds are pretty small, so their bladders probably can’t hold much volume. Still, four outings in 12 hours and potty accidents still? It’s just not right.

Italian greyhounds are an interesting breed. They’re sight hounds, and they have really short, smooth coats. Too bad the breed makes me think of baby dinosaurs. Don’t worry, I’m still giving them love and attention (even if they aren’t particularly attractive doggies). What they need though, is a bit more discipline…