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Posted on Jun 30, 2012 in Dear Diary | 6 comments

Stormborn

Yes, that is a Game of Thrones reference. Yes, you should be ashamed if you can’t place it. Yes, you should go watch GoT right now if you haven’t seen it. If you have any power, that is.

So, last night was one of the single most terrifying experiences of my life. Granted, I know that might not be saying much considering I’m a staunchly middle class, fairly privileged, mostly-white person, but still. As you might already have heard (or experienced for yourself if you’re unlucky), Virginia, Maryland, DC, and much of the rest of the mid-Atlantic area was pounded by severe thunderstorms Friday night. And when I say severe, I mean SEVERE.

Technically, I’ve read that what we were hit with is called a “derecho“. Essentially, it’s a wall of successive thunderstorms all following each other in a line. We got winds up to (over?) 80 mph, an incredible amount of rain, and general mayhem.

And guess who was out driving when it started? Yep, this guy.

I was driving back from seeing “Seeking a Friend for the End of the World”, which was quite a lovely movie, in my opinion, if not kind of emotionally traumatizing at the end. What it WAS, however, was quite possibly the absolute WORST movie to see before getting stuck in a torrential downpour (the movie is essentially about the armageddon). Also, I should probably note that our original intentions had been to see “Magic Mike”, but it was sold out. But I digress.

I was waiting at a stoplight when I saw the first signs of a storm that I had absolutely no idea to expect. I hadn’t heard anything about it (I freaking posted the weather in yesterday’s post, and it said 10% chance of rain. TEN PERCENT!), had no idea that anything was even amiss. Not until I saw that first dust cloud sweep across the road, that is. It was like something out a movie: a giant wall of sand and grit began hurling towards me. Lightning lit up the sky like fireworks, the bolts were flashing so frequently. The trees began to sway, violently. I heard the wind before I felt it, rushing through the trees like a steamroller before it finally hit my car. And when I say it hit it, I mean it HIT it. I felt it actually move my car.

My first thought was that I was about to be swept up into a tornado in my car, a la the movie “Twister”. My second set of thoughts was a mental battle about whether I should pull over or not. I was on a road that was lined with trees on either side, thrashing like crazy, so I ultimately decided that pulling over seemed less safe than continuing on. A few minutes later, the clouds opened up and the heavens rained down on us. Well, I guess technically the hail came first, crashing into my windshield along with leaves and twigs and road debris with a resounding “whack” that made me jump every time.

It was at about this time that I started to panic. Every time I started to cry, I had to tell myself to quit it because it only made it that much harder to see. The rain was pouring down with such intensity that my windshield wipers couldn’t keep up. I couldn’t see the lines in the road, only the tail lights of the car up ahead. I gripped the steering wheel so hard at this point that my forearms are actually a little bit sore today. I crawled along, keeping a fair distance behind the few cars that remained on the road. When the lights all suddenly went out, traffic lights included, I turned my hazards on, treated each stop light like a stop sign (see? I do remember things!) and prayed for the best.

Obviously, I did make it. I crumpled into a mess of tears and hyperventilation as soon as I stepped through the door, of course, but I made it. I consider it a miracle, considering how many downed trees, branches, and power lines there were. There are at least eight people in the DC metro area, however, that weren’t as lucky.

We, as well as the entire city of Falls Church and 1,000,000 people throughout Virginia, are without power. Today has seen record-breaking heat (but of course!). Rumors say it could be a week until power is restored, which is slightly staggering. I know that the power companies are doing all they can, considering the downed power lines they are having to repair, but it’s still a little disheartening. I snagged the dogs and took them to Sean’s place because he, miraculously, still has power and A/C.

I’m seeing a lot of “first world problems” jokes being tossed around on Facebook. And I know that in light of the Colorado fires and world hunger and the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and every other global atrocity, this is not necessarily high on the logical complaint list. I’m not really complaining, I promise. I’m just telling the story of how I was personally traumatized by Mother Nature yesterday, and reporting the after-effects of the worst storm that this area has seen, well, probably ever. And people ask why I hate to drive.

For those of you who have been affected by the storm and subsequent power outages, I hope you’re finding a way to stay cool! Take special care of your pets, as they are far more easily affected by the heat than we are! Don’t leave them trapped in a steaming home (just like you would never leave them in a car, right?!) and make sure they have plenty of water. Stay hydrated yourselves, too!

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Posted on Sep 9, 2011 in Dear Diary, Fail | 47 comments

Flood

Oh hey, remember when I thought that getting soaked, getting lost, and having a panic attack meant I had reached my quota of misery for the week?

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Oh how I wish I had been right.

Yup, you’re looking at the glorious puddles of our totally flooded basement. I think I may have used up all of my womp womps this week so I’ll just let that fact settle in sound effect-less. Well, maybe just one for good measure:

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Le Sigh.

Our sump pump broke, and the entire basement was covered in at least 1/2 an inch of water! Oh, and in case you couldn’t tell, we have a finished basement. Where Ben lives. And has lots of expensive camera and music equipment. Luckily nothing of value seemed to have been affected, thank goodness, but I was really worried for a while there!

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Harry was worried, too.

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Daxter, not so much. (Wet dog!)

Clearly the torrential rains that are now on their THIRD full day here in our nation’s capital have affected our fair little Falls Church home more than I thought.

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Rain, rain, go away… seriously, you’ve already ruined my life twice this week… (I think these new lyrics are VERY catchy.)

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The worst part of it (other than the, you know, actual flooding part) is that I was so determined to make up for the horrors of the previous day! Everyone told me that today would be better, so I really tried, you know? Despite my previous protestation, I allowed myself to succumb to the lure of a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks…

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And I even went and got my nails did!

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Hands AND feet. Of course, it ended up being the biggest waste of money ever, considering I spent the next few hours like this:

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HA! As if. It was a little more like this:

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With a whooooole lotta this:

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And plenty of this:

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Good times. Also, the fastest ruining of a manicure ever. (#whitegirlproblems)

Guff. It was a long night, to say the least. At least I can say I got my workout in, haha! Too bad the carpet is definitely still wet, and the whole basement is still grody, and, er, we have no idea what we’re doing. Today brings more cleaning, drying, and sanitizing, plus I have to speak with the emergency flood clean-up guys to see if the carpet is even worth salvaging or if we should just gut it. Then we figure out where to go from there. Oh the joys of being a homeowner.

So in the meantime, you’ll find my suddenly not-so-freshly pedicured toes like this:

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With me in my footies (don’t judge!), trying to keep it together.

Disgruntled in Jammies.

“Try” being the operative word.

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At least with a week this bad, the only way it can go is up?

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Have you ever dealt with natural disaster-induced home damage? I know my homegirl Cassie was ravaged by a TORNADO (scary!), and we’ve already shared our local earthquake and hurricane stories… what is happening, DC? Armageddon much!?

If it doesn’t stop raining soon I may never get out of my jim-jams. Consider yourself warned.

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Posted on Sep 8, 2011 in Dear Diary, Fail | 32 comments

Panic

So. Yesterday. Hrm.

You may have caught a few glimpses of how things were progressing on Facebook and Twitter.

I’ll sum up the events of the day in case you don’t want to wade through what is sure to be rather hysterical by saying this: the day was not a good one. And I have nobody to blame but myself, which just makes it worse (it’s always better when you can blame SOMEBODY else!)

The day started off innocuously enough. A bit rainy, a bit trafficky, but nothing I couldn’t handle. After all, I had started my day with toast smothered in Dark Chocolate Dreams so it couldn’t be that bad, right? Er, wrong.

Let’s start with the part where I am an idiot, and ventured out into the drizzle and rain (umbrella-less, of course, because only a sensible person would have brought an umbrella with them) to meet my dear friend Lizzie for lunch. We were all set to try a brand spankin’ new pizza place in Chinatown called District of Pi which I was obviously excited for, since I was willing to trudge through the doldrums to get there, haha. Of course, since this is me we’re talking about, upon arriving I was forced to come to the horrifying realization that we aren’t meeting for lunch until tomorrow.

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Womp. Womp.

Unwilling to shuffle my shame back to the metro and get even MORE wet (although at this point that probably wasn’t really possible), I took a cab back to the office in an attempt to run away from my own stupidity. But okay, I felt moronic and looked like a drowned rat, but all in all it wasn’t the worst thing. I was still in a mildly elevated mood, minus the being cold and wet thing, and the day was over halfway done at this point.

Enter my journey home.

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I’ve told you in the past how I don’t really like to drive. Blame it on the fact that I’m young, or that other people like crashing into me (they really do!), or that I’m a half-Asian woman driving a car with the turning radius of a military tank, but I just don’t really dig it. That being said, I have been driving to work lately because I discovered that A) it’s easy to drive to my office and B) the metro is so fracking expensive ($9 a day really adds up!)

Of course, the only reason I don’t actually mind driving is because my office is literally right across the street from the 395 ramp. The entirety of my commute is spent on the highway, and not trying to make sure I don’t turn the wrong way down a one-way street with tiny signs and stoplights on the side of the road instead of overhead. Yeah, I don’t really dig “regular” DC driving.

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So I’m sure you can all imagine my absolute delight when I learned that the massive amount of rain that has already half-ruined my day, has also flooded the highway and backed up traffic at my exit up the wazoo so I couldn’t even turn onto it. My boss had told me that there’s another on-ramp just up the street a little ways, so I headed in that direction to try to make my way back to the highway. I think you can imagine what happened next.

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What ensued was an hour of silently freaking out as I managed to get myself more and more lost in the streets of DC. Somehow I made my way from L’Enfant Plaza to the Mall, to Dupont Circle, to the weird little sideroad that follows alongside the Kennedy Center, all the while crushing my iPhone in my hand as I begged the Maps app to save me. Somewhere in my third traffic circle, I started tearing up (expected), hyperventilating (unsurprising), and shaking (unexpected). I couldn’t stop driving though — where was I going to pull over? — and somehow I finally made it back to a recognizable road.

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I pulled into my driveway and literally burst into tears, hahaha. Let’s just say I’ve never been so happy to see this face:

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I really thought that the day’s chain of sucky events was going to send me tailspinning into a binge of epic proportions, but surprised even myself when I didn’t. Maybe I really am growing up. Instead of burying my crummy day in Baconators, I cuddled extra long with the dogs, took a real shower (since I’m not sure that being rainsoaked quite counts), and then made myself some “comfort” food:

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Still tweaking the recipe on this one, but my efforts resulted in a warm, creamy bowl of pasta which is just what I needed to nurse my emotional wounds a little.

Now if only the sun would come out.

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Posted on Oct 28, 2010 in Dear Diary | 2 comments

Wet & Rainy

Good morning, everyone. Well, morning, at least. It isn’t particularly good in this part of the world, since it’s been wet and rainy here in Northern Virginia for the past couple of days. Plus, when I walked into my house last night at 11 PM, it was like 85 degrees inside. Wtf? I actually had to turn on the AC. And I hear that it’s supposed to drop like 20 degrees tomorrow? I just know that all this crazy weather-shifting is going to make me sick again… sigh. I’m ready for the cooler weather of Fall to come and stay. We haven’t had much Fall weather to enjoy except a few days here and there interspersed between days of HOT. I mean, it’s October 28th, people. I think that should officially count as “Fall”, don’t you? Le sigh.

So last night Daxter & I trekked up to Columbia (Maryland, not South America) to do a Stella & Dot trunk show at my sister’s apartment. Traffic really is a nightmare going up the beltway – I left at 4 PM and it still took me an hour and 20 minutes! I really feel bad for commuters. Pretty much all the women in my office commute from reeeeeeally far away in order to get here each day – I feel so guilty only living 5 miles away! So for all of you who spend an hour each way in the car getting to and from work, my heartfelt sympathies. Whew.

Anyway, it was really fun to get to meet a few of my sister’s coworkers (especially those that I’d heard so much about!) I guess she talks about this blog with them a lot, so it was really funny to have one of them come in, we say our “Nice to meet you!”s and then immediately she goes, “You look great!” Haha. 🙂 Nobody ended up buying anything at the trunk show, which was kind of a bummer but there were only a few people there and I wasn’t really expecting anything. Making money off of this thing is really just the gravy – having all my pretty jewelry to wear is the main point, right?

So after the party ended (wherein I snacked on too many of her homemade pita chips with hummus) she made me a bowl of organic butternut squash soup. I seriously need to rethink my position on soup. An entire cup of this soup was just 70 calories! And I could only eat half of it because it was so filling. So, 35 calories. Dang! And there are all those Progresso soups out there that are like, 60 calories for an entire can, or something ridiculous. For some reason, I’ve never been much of a soupie (save Panera’s broccoli-cheddar soup/deathtrap *drool*). I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I never found them particularly filling in the past. But that definitely wasn’t the case last night! I also like the idea of making my own soups. All the really impressive cooks know how to whip out a smooth, velvety soup. I really need to invest in that immersion blender I’ve always thought about. Damn you, Top Chef! You make me think I can do things!

Aaaaaanyway, so yeah. Thursday today. Almost there. Almost the weekend. Which is going to be jam-packed, since we’re throwing a Halloween par-tay at our house on Saturday! Here’s a hint as to what my costume will be:

No, I’m not actually going to be Snoopy, silly geese. That’s why it’s called a hint! 🙂 And as extra information that you definitely didn’t ask for, I actually played this character in my high school musical! And I’m going to be wearing my costume FROM said high school musical! Which means (if you’ve followed that logic) that I fit back into something I wore my senior year of high school! We’re going to ignore the fact that this means I was much heavier than I thought I was back in high school, and instead celebrate this small victory. I’ll post a picture when I’m all gussied up for the party, don’t worry. And with that, TTFN: ta-ta for now!

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Posted on Oct 1, 2010 in Dear Diary | 2 comments

Rain, rain, go away

Well, I woke up feeling a bit better today, despite a slight relapse last night, so hopefully things really are on the up and up! I actually made it to work on time this morning, which is a novelty this week, although the driving situation getting to work these past few days hasn’t been exactly magical:

Someone in the office got my hopes up and said that it’s supposed to be sunny later around mid-day today, so we’ll see! I remain cautiously optimistic. It’s not that I’m a rain-hater, by any means. I kind of like rain. It’s just that when you’re sick, and it’s raining, and it just generally looks gross outside, and you have to contend with other drivers when it’s raining (for some reason, a little precipitation and all driving ability seems to vanish for some people!) it’s just not a winning combination.

In other news (or rather, related to the original news) I’ve been successfully able to keep down my dinner from last night, and I am starving this morning. My sister says that being hungry is a good sign, so I’m taking that as her blessing to eat my lunch at 8:28 AM (which I may or may not but definitely am doing right now.)

Also, my beloved puppy Daxter decided that rain is totally not his thing. Therefore, he only deigns to stay outside for 30 seconds in the morning, and then comes inside to poop in the kitchen. ::shakes head:: Why does he have to be so darned cute so I can’t even be mad at him?

Oh, the trials and tribulations of (pet) parenthood. He starts puppy obedience school on the 10th, so I have high hopes for him! Maybe he’ll come out of it being as perfect a dog as Harry (or perhaps perfecter! Hehe.)

I hope everyone has a good weekend planned! Mine is entirely too jam-packed – including a retirement party for my Papa! It will be a challenge to get back on track with food after this week of being sick and not caring. Especially if I’m thrust into a party/buffet situation. Guess this will be a good test of me being able to get back on the wagon! Err… off the wagon? I can’t remember which one actually applies. Oh well. Until next time, party people!

Update [12:30 PM]: The rain really has gone away!! It’s gorgeous outside now… at least until it rains next time.

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