- buffed and trimmed nails
- eaten sausage biscuit
- drank my diet coke
- drove with knee
- channel surfed
- handsfree phone calling
- non specified thinking: (stream of conscience)
- counted change
- ascertained annoying rattle- contained it.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
I'm really sad in writing this post, and though supposedly a writer, I'm terrible with tributes, both happy and sad. I'm bad about telling people I love them, and why. I suck at good-byes. I leave cards blank except for "love" and "penelope." I can't ever seem to find the right words, so I just don't say much of anything, which is probably bad. I just try to Be There, and hope that people know that I care, and how I care, and that they can count on me.
If you live or have ever lived in ILM, chances are you know The Pie. Moonpie, that is, of Laura and Moonpie. Everyone thinks that their pet is the greatest, but you have to admit that The Pie is pretty hard to beat. When I think of Pie, so many things come to mind:
lost for days, but returned
hit by a car, but survived
high jumper, like she's on springs
knows how to whisper
makes you laugh
Bailey's best pal
Worley's best pal
sleeps at your feet, under the sheets
scares K.Lo, but mainly due to enthusiasm
can't catch her
out for squirrels
will beg for junk food, i.e. Bender-food
once ate a plate of shrimp
she just knows, The Pie does
can wear any hat
can tell you what she wants
never backs down
(though whimpers at fireworks)
grumpy, even crotchety
yet undeniably sweet
The Pie, Moon-pig, Moonie, Moonpie, Piggety-Pie
At not even 7 years old, Moonpie has become randomly, terribly, and unconquerably ill. She has to be put down tonight, there really is no other choice. It makes me cry just thinking about it, though I know what I feel is nothing compared to what her family feels, and will feel. I just want to say, we'll miss you, Pie, all of us. You're the best, and even though you hate my dog (which, by the way--totally understandable, she's a mess), I love ya, you are irreplacable.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
- donated to someone i knew once who is doing the avon walk for breastcancer. we met in a random history class in college and stayed very sporadically in touch but i'm on the 'friends of her' list, and by god i'm going to respect that, even if I barely remember anything about her except that i remember a. i liked her b. i was seriously bummed she was leaving and i had barely gotten to know her.
- ordered gift card for one and only goddaughter, zophia- sort of lame, sort of cool i guess. i mean how do i know what she needs but supposedly everyone loves target. i don't really but i'm buying her one anyway. she's 2 you know? and in oklahoma... i feel like a deadbeat parent.
- expecting another pair of shoes. sure it seems excessive but you know the boots are an "issue" right now.
- checked $ balance. uh, whoops. shit. man, what the fuck was i thinking buying all that. uh, turns out "deposited" and "available" really aren't the same thing. regrets: $14 movie, $16 lunch.
- boxed sandals that are defective, but man working 9-6 is really putting a hamper on the shipping of said rainbow sandals. and i miss them already.
- ellipticalled, cycled, crunched. made me happy for the rest of the day. gym, lunch, rocks.
- rolled eyes- throughout the day
- decided anger actually wasn't worth it. horror.
- exasperated over email. i haven't even learned french and yet.
- exasperated over phone gone wonky- just drops calls but not a bar, battery issue
- single (yah, uh huh)
- ate entire box of strawberries. phew.
- watching wonderfalls
- showering- soon
- chin hairs- still there
- nails long
- cats curled up on bed: two
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
ciao, bella. you sexy linea paolo boots. till next time.
- I've already had one girl, which supposedly increases one's odds to have another girl next.
- This baby will be the fourth grandchild on my side of the family, all three so far are girls.
- When dangling my wedding ring by a thread over both the belly and the wrist, it swings back and forth, rather than in a circle. This supposedly means: boy.
- I can't tell whether I'm carrying high or low yet, too early.
- Also couldn't tell you what side the baby's kicking on the most, s/he's too little.
- Is the belly shaped like a watermelon, or a basketball. I don't know, it's just a belly. Depends on how much I've eaten, I guess.
- I'm craving things like hard-boiled eggs and fruit, but I also can't stay away from chocolate, because I never have before in my life--though notably, I don't seem to need it as badly on a daily basis.
- The sciatica's about to kill me. Does that mean anything?
- According to one Chinese Gender Prediction chart, I'm having a boy. According to another, it's a girl. Some consistency would be nice, people.
- I refuse to pee in a cup of Drano. Who came up with that test, anyway? Someone really desperate to know and/or someone incredibly bored.
- My skin isn't as broken out as it was with K.Lo. Fewer female hormones, so: boy?
- I'm growing copious amounts of new hair on my head. Boy?
- I'm gaining weight all over, rather than just the belly. Someone told me this means girl.
- The polls are ahead currently for boy, but I also know there's been some ballot box stuffing.
- It would be nice to have a boy after having a girl, but I will be delighted either way.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
- making funny faces first
- reading stories with all the voices
- improv in the land of make-believe
- pointing out the obvious, to teach about the world
- conveying seriousness (i.e. HOT stove) and truly arresting her attention
- releasing inhibitions outside of home, in adult company
- entertaining other people's children--to me they're not "just kids," they're strangers, how would I know what they like
what I'm better at:
- releasing inhibitions inside of home, in our own private company
- breaking spontaneously into song, whether logical or no
- improv, sometimes shameless, in the realm of problem-solving
- dancing like a fool with her, and to make her laugh
- exercising patience, much of the time
- arts and crafts
- letting her go, letting Bug be Bug
Friday, May 25, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
I ordered a chinese chicken salad- they forgot the chicken but i was able to amend the situation later.... and hello... that was totally avid,day asslehof,hay!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
2. waiting for weekend
3. need to do laundry
4. stack of "to read": 18 deep
5. stack of clothing repairs: 10 deep
6. burgers and fries still comprise a lot of my diet
7. i miss salad
8. do i really need a new phone?
9. i love my new linen skirt
10. taking lunch doesn't mean i'm not devoted to my job. it means i have healthy boundaries.
11. boy cliques are LAME
12. when everyone else is angry it's hard to stay happy
13. laughter is totally necessary, even if we laugh too much in the office- decreasing stress, relieving anxiety, increasing bloodflow, helping my heart- i can not say i regret how much i laugh at the office.
14. my AP and i are attention whores. the guys are too busy to play along. this makes us feel: annoyed, shamed, and desirous of escalating said behavior.
15. watched 'wings of desire'- began weeping at the scene with the old man and the umbrella. further, more weeping where the same man appears. he's just talking about being a storyteller. more weeping.
16. sunflowers are reaching over 7ft tall...
17. anytime, god, you know, that thing we talked about? that would be great.
18. no more strawberries witnessed. though no one is eating the apples i bought either.
19. in the last 2 wks i've had some really good drinks. top 3: long island at the smoke house, strawberry dacquri @ mucho mas, cape cod @ beckhams grill.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Except that, they no longer serve sandwiches. You don't even get a menu. The options are: buffet of the day (today: country cooking) or soup, sandwich, and salad buffet. Now, I love a good country buffet, I do. But note that a) I was in the mood for a yummy sandwich, not country cooking, and b) I love a good country buffet. After discovering the new lack of choices at Roudabush's, everything about the lunch was pretty much el sucko. We paid $20 and some change for mediocre fare, including a stale, unspectacular ham and turkey sandwich, garlic mashed potatoes with Heinz gravy, lukewarm mac and cheese, and a few strawberries. They didn't even have chicken and pastry, which may have redeemed the experience, but no.
Live and learn, but next time I'm going for tried-and-true hot dogs at the Trolley Stop.
Monday, May 21, 2007
1. I get really annoyed at J.Lo for picking at his nails instead of using a clipper, but then I do the same thing. And what's worse is, I will be the one to pick off a nail badly, causing pain, bleeding, and (one horrible time), infection. The infection, by the way, hurt worse than labor.
2. I'm going through a phase where I just want to paint one wall of a given room. Okay, so I've only done that once so far, in the den, but I really feel like an accent wall can transform the whole room without the time, effort, or expense of a complete repaint. Plus, you can pick bolder colors than you would for all 4 walls. Someday I'm also going to do the living room, and for K.Lo's room, I plan on keeping the top half the way it is (purple with polka dots) and painting the bottom green. That just sounded like a circus when I wrote it down. But it's going to be fabulous.
3. My cravings this pregnancy are: fruit, esp strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, peaches, apples, kiwi and watermelon. Sometimes I wonder if I really crave the fruit, or if I'm just thirsty? I still have a hard time drinking enough water. I also crave eggs, hard-boiled especially. All the other things I've mentioned eating excessively in recent history, i.e. hot dogs, pasta, pizza, and cheese, I eat all the time, even when not pregnant, so I don't feel like they count.
4. I am not a hobnobber. And name-dropping is such a huge pet peeve. I'm really not interested in who you know (unless they're like, a TV star, heh), where you or they went to school, what exactly is on your or their resume(s), and what kinds of things you or they own. I mean, I care, because it's you, and these things make up who you are, including who you spend time with. But if that's all you care about? I clam up. I back off. I find better things to do. Because clearly I am not interesting enough to be your friend. And that I am anti-networking, anti-status, anti-ass-kissing, and anti-materialism? That is exactly what will keep me from being successful in the money-earning world, in my so-called writing career, sure. I'm aware. I wish sometimes that I were more charismatic and inherently charming as a person, and that none of this hobnob deficiency or disdain would matter, but I am who I am, it is what it is, and so. I am okay with that.
5. I don't get invited many places, and not just because I don't hobnob. (Or maybe it is. Perhaps it's the lack of charisma.) I used to get really upset about this fact, like until a few years ago? Then I realized that, duh, I don't invite anyone else anywhere, either. Even though I am continually trying to be better about this particular social retardation, I still depend on others too much to do the inviting. On the other hand, I am a homebody, and don't really desire to go too many places, as it sucks the energy right out of me. I need lots of downtime, time spent watering the plants and watching the fish. Which is yet another thing that makes me boring, I think, but again, yeah, I'm all right with that.
6. I'm a sl o o o w reader. I always have been, and then the problem became worse with classes in English and creative writing. It took me nearly 2 1/2 years out of school (and it's only been 3, total) to not think so much about the story's elements and to just enjoy the ride, but I'm still slow. I just need to soak up every word and understand exactly what is happening and how and why. It takes time. This habit or quality frustrates me, though, and I so wish I could just breeze through book after book like so many of my friends do.
7. I love horseradish. I'm not so much a fan of typically "spicy" or "hot" food, at least once it's to the point of obscuring taste and/or inducing tears. But the heat of horseradish, wasabi and the like? It's thrilling, the way it kind of creeps up behind your sinuses to set your mind on fire. I could eat horseradish plain out of the jar, I think. When I stayed in England, most days I would go to this local sandwich shop for lunch and order a turkey sandwich with mustard, and this mustard, as is apparently standard in England, was laced with horseradish. It was so fantastic, and I've spent the past 8 years, with no success, trying to find mustard that will compare.
8. I don't like red radishes. Don't they have a similar bite? Can't really stand them, never could, despite that they're much prettier than horseradish. Radishes are one of the few foods that I avoided as a kid, but didn't pass on the Second Chance Test as an adult. Potato salad, coleslaw, asparagus, and pierogies all made it into the edible category, but radishes, not so much.
I tag Ashley and Johann.
1. License to Wed. Sorry Jim from The Office, sorry Mandy Moore. This flick looks bad. And it's not even just that Robin Williams once again seems to cross that line of what's really funny over into what's really stupid, playing the high-pitched, hyped-up priest who is running the couple's marriage prep class. The stuff they're supposed to do looks dumb, the plot in general seems plain retarded, and though I laughed a tiny bit at the MC Hammer ref... no. Just, no.
2. Hot Rod. Why do films featuring SNL cast members tend to be mega-stupid? It's like, all that comedic talent, and it goes to waste once they hit the big screen. How do these scripts get greenlit? I despise "stupid" comedy... comedy reserved for fifth-grade boys, with absolutely no intelligence behind it. A fart joke thrown in here and there, a vomiting walrus--whatever. If you must, you must. But a whole film with such a brainless, slapstick-only vibe? Maybe I'm misjudging this movie, and it will turn out to be a Ferrell- or Sandler-esque exception to the SNL rule. But, I really don't think so. Boo.
That's all for now, but I have a feeling I might be adding amendments to this list as reviews and additional ads are released.
still to go: other bathroom, dining room
magic: 50/50 water-to-bleach spray-bottle solution, which does, as noted by some HGTV show I can't remember, obliterate mildew spots on painted walls
veggies: kind of fantastic-looking, have high hopes for tomatoes, cukes, eggplants, and magic beanstalk later this summer
marigolds, oddly: half-eaten? Could be Bender.
baby: 8 days till we know
season finales watched: Ugly Betty (thumbs up!), Grey's Anatomy (thumbs down), The Office (thumbs way up!)
season finales to go: Heroes, Lost
movies attended: Spiderman 3
roof: patched (whew)
collage photos in hallway: yup
mendacious: uncanny knack for calling me twenty seconds before lunch ;)
camping trip: in the works
mood: not half-bad
lists: probably overdone at this point, but what can you do. It's been a here, there, little bit of this and that couple of weeks. Hopefully a good story to report soon.
Friday, May 18, 2007
hypothetically speaking a conversation btw 3 people went something like this: a girl, let's call her mary, walks with a handful of strawberries. her friend, raquel, walks by her side. she offers the strawberries to 3 different boys. the first 2 boys decline. upon reaching the third boy the friend says, oh you don't want those, they're full of mary's juices.
mary: ignore her.
raquel: what... they're full of mary's jucies. (she means cooties)
boy: oh really? (he and mary both know it means something else)
(he takes a strawberry. puts it to his mouth and starts moving it around and playfully, seductively licking it with his tongue)
boy: mmm, yes, so good. mmm...
(mary has turned the color of her strawberry. she rolls her eyes and shakes her head. raquel is confused.)
boy: (he eats it) so so good.
mary: it's sweet isn't it. (under her breath, just like the ...)
boy: (seriously) yes it was good. sweet, just like the person who gave it to me.
mary: you see raquel, he knows how to charm all the girls.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
K.Lo is cuter than ever, but not much new to say, except, why don't stores carry decent collections of reasonably-priced sundresses for women, too. She wore a dress today that, summer-wise, was about brilliant. Color, cut, comfiness? I want one.
I'm still behind on emailing, to which I apologize to everyone. I was very busy making deviled eggs today, and wondering why, if I boiled a dozen eggs, how come only about half that turned out deviled? I must have eaten more than I realized. It's that baby, it's a food fiend. Speaking of which, I had an extremely vivid dream last night regarding the ultrasound, which revealed the baby to be a girl, with dark hair. Clearly this was one amazing ultrasound, to indicate hair color. And does it mean anything? A few weeks ago, I had an equally vivid dream that the ultrasound showed it was a boy, so I'm banking very little on the psychic potential of dreams, or at least my dreams. They're all beyond vivid during pregnancy, and very weird. I'm sort of in the process of applying for an at-home, few-hours-a-week job? But I don't want to talk about that with anyone, as it may jinx it, and anyway, do I really need a job on top of the one I already have. It seems a little nuts, but maybe. In the meantime, the plants are growing, and for some reason, I really love watering them this year. Maybe it's just a phase, and they'll all die soon. But I think it's my front porch, and how much I love it this year with all its greenery. I should take a picture. Really, as far as porches go, I suppose it's not that spectacular, but compared to the past two summers, which featured a completely empty, blank sad porch that no one ever visited? It's just fantastic. Tomorrow, or the next day if it decides to rain, pictures will be taken and posted. Which--just on an aside? What is with Blogger's space limit for photos? It's making me nervous. We're not even close yet, but still. Yahoo mail is on the verge of doing away with their space limits, and I feel Blogger should follow suit.
Oh, and also, I can't wait for blueberry season. They're kind of expensive now, but they're at least as good as candy, and I can't help myself. That is all.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
- gifts. i'm horrible at this intense pressure cookered environ. my best bet is to always get the gift late, because it gives me time to clear my head and focus on all the considerations of person meets taste meets disposition. but then consequently as i was reminded yesterday sometimes forethoughtfulness and the element of surprise is really just beautiful. whether in a bag, containing a thoughtful book or a helium balloon, and confetti all over my desk... things like that. points out my total failing on this point. and i must reflect on how to correct such an intimidating failing. failing. failing.
- grandma: not knowing her better... not to mention not knowing all the dead ones better. and her soon to be dead and all the people who are going to die and the things i'm missing in everyones lives.
- perilously behind on lists...
- close to going money crazy with the having of the money. mental noted: leave as little as possible in the acct so you can't possibly spend it.
- brush cats now, or pay for it in flying fur later.
- enjoy garden more even if you leave at 8am and get home at 7pm. things are blooming forgodskake.
- life. and possibly, going a little boy crazy.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Anyway, I made it to the after-party, a lovely family party with the promise of prime rib. And I would have actually have loved to stay for the whole party, but only on the condition that I could be zapped home instantly. I had K.Lo, the next day included Mother's Day plans with J.Lo, and it was just time. One more problem though: rain. It is one of worst-nightmare situations to drive a) in the rain on I-40, and b) in the dark and rain on I-40. Wherever possible, I avoid it. I'll stay an extra day if I have to. Unfortunately though, I had hit the Road Trip Wall. I was done. I needed home. I would brave the rain.
Other weekend highlights were: calls from friends, prime rib, almost breaking even at the art fair- thankfully due to some low-low priced seaweed pressings, a 4 song serenade, a birthday bouquet and chocolate, and more chocolate and possibly my dangly new earrings, and my friends calling me to wish me happy birthday.
Questions asked: Goals? To stay employed, to go to nicaragua before 32, and put a sign on that says: I know you wanna. Just cuz. Oh also my year goals include: kayaking, weightloss, exercise, debt-reduction and art production. Highlights of the year include: getting this current job, and all the aquatic nature related activities i've done so far. Lowlights: not having the current job i have now. Any other questions? Oh and also that thing i asked for with vodka and cranberry is called a 'capecod'... whatev'
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
So the bodice: I got this bodice at a ren fair store on site called "Hearts Delight". You can find them online but it's not the best site ever. And you'll probably want to find one to try on first. Their bodices are made with flexible boning and you'll eventually maybe want to replace it with something stronger like steel- It's also fancily reversable, as most are. This one cost me $80. The rest of the outfit was bought on a wild creditcard expedition back in 1999 by the same clothier.... which i think cost me around $120. But you can get cheaper non-linen get ups too. And then build the outfit from there with a leather belt, a pouch, a flagon to drink from...
Early i tried to find one online. It's possible but the websites are all pretty janky but if you really want one they're out there. and don't call them corsets. they get angry.
And if you do get one, i demand pics!
Friday, May 11, 2007
<--not my breasts
Having not been harassed, nearly enough, on my first visit I was determined to bodice up on the 2nd. Upon my visit to Hearts Delight I selected a bodice and my breasts were then manhandled into position. I told her I had far set breasts but she didn’t quite believe me when I told her I would never have that bodice squished crack, where many a women stick roses and other accouterments to taunt many a male. She was thusly defeated when no amount of ratcheting up and pulling-in worked. We then began a conversation on how she had a breast reduction, which by the way, you could not tell! And that I could get surgery to correct my uneven breast issue. As one apparently folds differently than another, it has nothing to do with size but the way it forms. I stood fascinated. I said, I thank thee, glancing downward. You see she said, and she showed me- Wow, hazah I said hazah, wow.
Afterward my friend kerry began her unhealthy fascination with all the breasts that were spilling out, sagging, bulging, getting sun burnt. Because the Ren Faire is notoriously a place wear large women, older women, can let it all hang out... or at least for the rest, or the slightly breasted, where their breasts may be on display and not looked at askance and when harassed for sexual favors, generally amused and not horrified. I had pastry flakes down my bodice, after lunch, (t’was a tasty toad-n-hole) and was fishing them out on two separate occasions while walking down a path, when I was asked by young men if I could be assisted. May I help thee with that? Nay, I thank thee… But first was the wry smile of consideration.
My friend kerry was reminded that not all the people outside of LA are beautiful people. And that in LA we have a particular concentration of them. At best i think, you have to be willing to play when at the Ren Faire. Like when you were a kid and you never thought once about the adventure you were having, you just talked in a certain way and longed to be in a different place, and made yourself there. Beautiful or Ugly. Plain or Fetching. Whether with flowers in your hair, ribbons or a sheet wrapped around you. My friend Callie wanted to be carried off by a knight, slightly dreaded the prospect, but slightly sad when it never happened. Since of course I’m sure they have rules for those sorts of things... I would say both my friends are very carry-off-able and i would've done my best to smack the villain on the head with my basket and say, Nay, nay, hold off! And then i'd start screaming for my 'father' or the sheriff. And then you note when not in LA that no matter, you’re desirable, you’re flesh and blood, and there are men and women, and beer and turkey legs, and maypole dancing and it seems so much more authentic than the chimera that I work in.
Either way attending the RenFaire makes you face your judgmental attitude towards those living the fantasy or makes you long for it. The occasional shirtless, well-built and tan, Scotsman with the sword helps too. Or the knights and swords and merry flags, trumpets and the queens processional, or hearing Greensleeves a’cappella, and knife jugglers or comedians on tightropes, and the irish dancers and the bagpipes, and the dusty road, and the cute children, and the cry of ‘GodSaveTheQueen’… and plenty of breasts.
1. Harry Potter! Dwight's Beach Day Tribe was Gryffindor, and in response, Jim's team was Voldemort. Loved the way they taunted Dwight by chanting "Vol-de-mort," because he is, after all, "He Who Must Not be Named."
2. Survivor! Michael divided the workers into four tribes, and threw in random, totally out-of-context references to Tribal Council throughout the competition. It was fantastic.
3. Amanda Bynes. Kelly, in all her vapidity, referenced Amanda Bynes as a comedian (just like Bob Hope?). Then Michael said very seriously, "I love that movie, 'What a Girl Wants.'"
4. Willy Wonka. A few months ago, Andy confessionalled that the 5 Stamford branch newcomers were being picked off at the Scranton branch just like in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." I about lost it when he plopped into the water wearing his Sumo outfit and floated away, a la Augustus Gloop.
Then, to make it all even more worth it, Pam, jacked up on adrenaline after her coal walk, was brazenly honest to Jim about her feelings. She said everything she should have re: the wedding, Roy, their friendship, their relationship now. It was stunning. I cannot wait for next week's ep--except then it will be over for the summer. I predict Karen will get the NYC job and leave (effectively making her Charlie Bucket, winner of the grand prize, work-wise), and Jim, probably in a cliffhanger, will approach Pam so they can then live happily every after. Happy Vapid Kelly Sigh.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Tomorrow: Road Trip 3, hopefully the last for a little while. It's not that I mind traveling, I don't. When I actually reach my destination and can settle in for a day or two or three, I tend to have a great time. It's just the prep that goes into it, like for days before and after, I feel like I'm sort of on pause until the trip is over and everything's cleaned up from it. I stop reading, blogging, emailing, etc. It's like Travel Purgatory.
So, next week: I'm just going to Stay Home and Be. I'd like to clean several rooms, and sort through the mountains of pictures I just ordered. I hadn't ordered any pics since September, the sheer volume of this shipment is frightening. And I'm planning new nursery colors, and trying to decide whether my current consensus is too busy. But it's a kid's room--lots of color and action, within reason, is a good thing, no? I think it will work. Also, Bug should be getting a new bed soon. It's the greatest bed on earth, I feel. A reversible bunk bed where the bottom mattress actually rests on the floor, so it's like a little cave to play in during the day. And then if you don't want to use it as a bunk bed anymore, you can flip it over and it's a single twin bed. Fantastico!
Secret I'll take to the grave: shipping & handling charges from IKEA. I won't even tell J.Lo. It's... shocking. Literally, when the rep read me the amount over the phone, I stopped breathing for a moment.
But, moving on: didn't Dionne totally deserve to go home on ANTM? She's been lagging for weeks, but flying under the radar. Natasha had a bad, bad day, and I wish she could have stepped it up through her sickness. But it was her first "second chance." Jaslene only has one look that's fierce, and so I want her to go home, leaving Natasha and NeNe (omg, stop it with the "personas" already), to battle it out on the catwalk. In spite of what the other girls say regarding Natasha's elusiveness, I'm intrigued and amused that she keeps her cards close to her chest, and I kind of hope she takes it all. Who cares if her husband's 40+ and she practically makes out with the phone while they're talking. I like her.
And then what will happen?: We're coming up on my most dreaded time of year, summer. Most particularly because all the good TV goes away and we're left with crappy knockoffs, i.e. Pirate Master. What is that all about? Survivor, it won't be. And Johann, I just don't know about Earl, or about any of these Survivors left. I was so Team Alex, now I don't know who to root for. Possibly I'll be cheering on Yau-Man, and yeah, if Earl wins I won't be too disappointed. But Stacy? Or Cassandra? Or even Boo? BLEGH. Maybe I'll root for Dreamz. He is an ILM-er, even if he is, at least in the world of Survivor Strategy, a few fries short of a Happy Meal. (ANTM: Best line ever!)
Anyway, as I was saying: Summer. It's so goddamn hot, is the thing. Must think about fresh, in-season vegetables, flip-flops, and sitting on the porch. Cookouts and camping trips. And in the absence of good TV, more reading, and more movies! Or, for the moment, maybe I won't think about it at all.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
[caption: OMG, it's Carrie Bradshaw's computer, Seinfeld's Puffy Shirt, and Mr. Rogers' sweater! Glorious artifacts from my 80s, 90s, and 00s TV experiences, all in one case!]
Bug: precocious. Give the child a few bites of brownie and if she decides that's not enough, she's off to the kitchen, stretching and waving and whining up at the brownie container on the shelf. Sheesh! Also though, a good traveler. Couldn't be more pleased.
Headaches: went away, but now returned. Pondering fall travel, very pregnant travel, to up North. Plane, train, automobile? Money, rental cars, and gasoline. It's all too much.
Trips: another this week, back to RDU, to celebrate an MSW graduation--go Sebs, woohoo!
IKEA: I'm all over the catalog.
Floors: freshly vacuumed.
Suitcase, bags: all unpacked.
TV: lots to see this week, but then soon all the good stuff will be over, no?
Miffed: Missed the Australia's Next Top Model Marathon on VH1 this past Sunday.
Dustin Diamond on CFC: like a traffic accident. A rude, loud-mouthed, un-self-aware traffic accident.
Amazing Race conflusion: eh.
Brain cells: fizzling.
Green: not so much?
Smooth Move of the Weekend: forgetting camera not only in DC, but also for Sunday family gathering. Nearly murdered by J.Lo.
Emails, blog posts/comments (by me): soon!
Monday, May 7, 2007
A pain, and now fit.
Tripping over ill-matched tracks.
Once upon the rails,
But some derision,
Rips past and far-a field.
This pull, this fret,
And bloodied hands.
Climb and stumble back.
But black/ and not a sound.
No post of welcome.
Now barriers to going back.
In shadows, across
A shorn field.
We turn, we walk.
We do not speak,
Down these separate paths
Sunday, May 6, 2007
So: We are standing on the top of a very long fortified wall of a castle- aka parapet- it's a bright still day, and very quiet. There is a long row of people all sitting down along the wall, facing out to the other side of the wall and out into the distance. No one is walking around or saying anything. And i am about 20yds away from my director friend, also seated, when suddenly there is a tall man, with short cropped hair and in light chainmail i think, holding a long sword directly at my friend. I watch him for a moment and then jump up, sensing he is in danger. i start screaming for someone to help him, and as i'm running towards them, i yell at the crowd, angrily because they aren't doing anything. The man ignored me until i was close, and thinking, what the hell am i going to do? He has a sword. As my hands fly up his sword catches the palm of my left hand and cuts it deeply. He starts towards me and I run left and he follows me.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
i might've had one strong margarita too many (because i made it) but i got to talk to the boys i work for, their ages, their relationship status and blurt possibly too loudly how evil the post department is. then i go downstairs to maybe sober up a little before driving home only for the editor to have me do work before i left, which as you know, trying to concentrate while slightly uh, distracted, is such a downer. like, er what? gah! he gives me a side hug and says, i'm sorry for making you work. and then i thought this boy is much too familiar with me.
and he's touching me! at this point i'm possibly much too silly with all that sugary marmix. as all the boys gaze at me before we leave, i'm thinking, i don't look that drunk do i? i might possibly be inappropriately snarking and my head possibly tilting too far to the left, but still. no need for the captain morgan jokes and my AP asking me if i'm really "okay". no really, snark, laugh, really. i'm -just- fine.
i would say, lesson learned, but come on, i knew what i was getting into. let's find a couch and get real chatty. i've got the renfaire tomorrow. where's the boy to make out with in the corner?
Friday, May 4, 2007
smooth move: punching self in eye while sealing Downy fabric softener ball
friends moved away/newly missed: 1
dead cell phones: 1
new cell phones: 1
cookie batches baked: 3
road trips taken: 1 (to RDU)
road trips to go: 1 (to DC, MD)
need to call back: mendacious
a/c: finally repaired
floor: filthy (circulated dog hair from aforementioned a/c)
packing left to do: about half?
colds caught/not yet gone away: 1
Green: twice, once from starvation and once from cold medicine
sundries to purchase: 3--nylons, Bug shoes, and a non-hideous sweater in case it's cold this weekend
Survivor: defeated, as Alex is gone, and the remaining are smug, and I don't care who wins
The Office: weird ep to start with all the disturbing phallus mentions? but in the end freaking hilarious, as usual
Gilmore Girls: only 2 weeks left, then done forever
ANTM: Brittany, you cry too much
The Bachelor: Bevin, you cry too much
times cried: 0, but times felt like it? a few
unruly Bugs: 1
headaches: too many to count
tolerance level at present: low.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
top accidentally dyed 1
strawberries eaten 3
almond clusters 3
deodorant forgotten 1
new gel heel inserts 1
orbit mojito flavored gum 2
that guy michael from l-ost 1
grumpy people 8
dogs brushed 2
cats brushed 3
cash back $20
forward bends 5...
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
I locked myself out of the house yesterday but left the window open. came home to find the .bot moored in the middle of the floor but failed to fix it... went to the ren faire, remembered what it was like to be desired, to want to be desired, watched the queen at court and washed the dust of my feet. going back on saturday. feeling young. feeling old. words like, you'll learn or you just have to, sting my adult sensibility. have some roving anxiety 12 days till 31, but unrelated to age, something forgotten, left off a list somewhere and undefined. recall that time in alaska when the expanse engulfed me in a desolate embrace. keep going to work, keep exercising, keep knocking things off the list, but can't seem to find what exactly it is, what i'm getting accomplished.