Wednesday, November 29, 2006
another weirdness
I save coupons for things I know I can't afford, even with the coupon, such as fancy-dancy hair products that I have sampled and loved. I keep them around until the expiration date just in case I should win the lottery and be able to afford said product. As though if I won the lottery, I would remain concerned about using coupons.
weird 6 by m.
it's like how weird do you get really? mwah.
1. i compulsively turn on/off lights. during dusk i turn on lights bcs i don't want to reenter a dark room, however i will go around the house after dark and turn off lights in certain rooms and leave them on in others. also i hate porch lights bcs it's light pollution and most street lights too. when flying overhead in chicago i imagined the city 1/2 lit. i loathe florescent lighting and would rather sit in a dimly lit office than have my retinas burned. and if i can i will turn them off even when the coworkers nicely say, oh but you don't have to sit in the dark... the strange looks i get when i say 'i prefer it' never ceases to amaze me. the presence of such lights also contributes to my dislike of superstores like walmart and target and i always tie that and linoleum together. i am constantly amazed at the heat candles give off, i love fire and when i have my mag flashlight and am walking in the dark when camping i wish i knew morse code so i could tap out something significant like a sonnet or maybe an ode. i do however love the glistening of sun on the water and the sharp light of winter. once at a temp job there was a light switch in a hallway that seemed not to be going anywhere. so i flipped it off everytime i went to the restroom. my boss caught site of me doing it one day and apparently i'd been plunging a hallway down the way into darkness. served them right for bad wiring. that's what i say. also the lights in my garage are wired wrong and and they don't switch off in order and it drives me nuts. but not in that specially certifiable way.
2. i very frequently used to have, and sometimes still have, dreams about casting out demons but not in people but in their ethereal forms. in the name of jesus, very fiercely and intensely, and very real in a dark empty space. i once woke up holding my bible.
3. speaking of the intangible more times than i can count people come to me with the phrase "i've never told anyone this before but..." and it usually involves them telling me about how they are being haunted or how their houses have been haunted.
4. i have a strange way of telling people things about themselves they didn't want to tell me and unfortunately usually flippantly and in 'what if' or 'at least your not' scenarios. it's made for a few awkward wide eyed revelations.
5. my mom reminds me that though she thinks the fact that i don't like olives is weirder, weirder still is that i have a hair birthmark- one patch on the right side of my head about the width of a quarter. it's jet black and apparently is greying faster than all the other hairs on my head.
6. and sadly i have a diminished sense of smell and one day will try to improve it with a nose job. i blame my father's second hand smoke, the smog of the 80's and asthma and a cramped womb for my crooked nose. good times. consequently this explains why salt in large portions has always been appealing. and i have a serious ear sensitivity issue. i myself i'm sure make noise while doing things like chewing, and since i compulsively fidget i know those things make noise- however my mother's noises drive me irrationally nuts- her cracking jaw, her loud yawns, the clicking her wooden knitting needles make.... the turn signal clicker in the car, people gulping water and gasping as if they were dehydrated and on the point of death, the sound of teeth against metal forks, ambient wirrring sounds, buzzing, audio feedback from a bad adapter, oh and mom swirling her ice cubes in the glass- sure i used to endlessy blow bubbles in chocolate milk, drain the cup like it was gold and mercilessly tap on pans... still. if the whole world would quiet down that would be great. did i also tell you i'm an advocate of decreasing noise pollution globally? oh and refrigeration machines cycling on. i HATE that!
fin~
i tag kurt, oh silent one. and cue oft gone one. just to perhaps rally them... and really enquiring minds want to know.
my love, mqa.
1. i compulsively turn on/off lights. during dusk i turn on lights bcs i don't want to reenter a dark room, however i will go around the house after dark and turn off lights in certain rooms and leave them on in others. also i hate porch lights bcs it's light pollution and most street lights too. when flying overhead in chicago i imagined the city 1/2 lit. i loathe florescent lighting and would rather sit in a dimly lit office than have my retinas burned. and if i can i will turn them off even when the coworkers nicely say, oh but you don't have to sit in the dark... the strange looks i get when i say 'i prefer it' never ceases to amaze me. the presence of such lights also contributes to my dislike of superstores like walmart and target and i always tie that and linoleum together. i am constantly amazed at the heat candles give off, i love fire and when i have my mag flashlight and am walking in the dark when camping i wish i knew morse code so i could tap out something significant like a sonnet or maybe an ode. i do however love the glistening of sun on the water and the sharp light of winter. once at a temp job there was a light switch in a hallway that seemed not to be going anywhere. so i flipped it off everytime i went to the restroom. my boss caught site of me doing it one day and apparently i'd been plunging a hallway down the way into darkness. served them right for bad wiring. that's what i say. also the lights in my garage are wired wrong and and they don't switch off in order and it drives me nuts. but not in that specially certifiable way.
2. i very frequently used to have, and sometimes still have, dreams about casting out demons but not in people but in their ethereal forms. in the name of jesus, very fiercely and intensely, and very real in a dark empty space. i once woke up holding my bible.
3. speaking of the intangible more times than i can count people come to me with the phrase "i've never told anyone this before but..." and it usually involves them telling me about how they are being haunted or how their houses have been haunted.
4. i have a strange way of telling people things about themselves they didn't want to tell me and unfortunately usually flippantly and in 'what if' or 'at least your not' scenarios. it's made for a few awkward wide eyed revelations.
5. my mom reminds me that though she thinks the fact that i don't like olives is weirder, weirder still is that i have a hair birthmark- one patch on the right side of my head about the width of a quarter. it's jet black and apparently is greying faster than all the other hairs on my head.
6. and sadly i have a diminished sense of smell and one day will try to improve it with a nose job. i blame my father's second hand smoke, the smog of the 80's and asthma and a cramped womb for my crooked nose. good times. consequently this explains why salt in large portions has always been appealing. and i have a serious ear sensitivity issue. i myself i'm sure make noise while doing things like chewing, and since i compulsively fidget i know those things make noise- however my mother's noises drive me irrationally nuts- her cracking jaw, her loud yawns, the clicking her wooden knitting needles make.... the turn signal clicker in the car, people gulping water and gasping as if they were dehydrated and on the point of death, the sound of teeth against metal forks, ambient wirrring sounds, buzzing, audio feedback from a bad adapter, oh and mom swirling her ice cubes in the glass- sure i used to endlessy blow bubbles in chocolate milk, drain the cup like it was gold and mercilessly tap on pans... still. if the whole world would quiet down that would be great. did i also tell you i'm an advocate of decreasing noise pollution globally? oh and refrigeration machines cycling on. i HATE that!
fin~
i tag kurt, oh silent one. and cue oft gone one. just to perhaps rally them... and really enquiring minds want to know.
my love, mqa.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
where i'm going
blogging! (mean it)
email?
decorating
laundry, more laundry
pre-shopping, finish master plan
catching up on dvr'd shows
bake cookies, various other holiday treats
dream of snow
enjoy temps in the 70s anyway
play with baby
throw ball for doggies
dust more
vacuum more
exercise more
pick out a Christmas tree
drink hot chocolate, despite lack of need
finish book
finish goblet
seek, tape, and watch enjoyably vapid&feel-good holiday movies on Lifetime, Hallmark, and ABCFamily channels
ponder place in the world
email?
decorating
laundry, more laundry
pre-shopping, finish master plan
catching up on dvr'd shows
bake cookies, various other holiday treats
dream of snow
enjoy temps in the 70s anyway
play with baby
throw ball for doggies
dust more
vacuum more
exercise more
pick out a Christmas tree
drink hot chocolate, despite lack of need
finish book
finish goblet
seek, tape, and watch enjoyably vapid&feel-good holiday movies on Lifetime, Hallmark, and ABCFamily channels
ponder place in the world
where i've been
eating turkey
not blogging (gasp)
reading a book (the time traveler's wife)
eating stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, green beans, pumpkin and apple pies
not watching dvr'd shows
mini-breaking w/ J.Lo at the beach
shopping tax-free
swimming!
driving
lots of driving
listening to goblet of fire on cd
more driving
declining (due to full stomach) turkey leftovers
kicking self later for decline of turkey leftovers
pre-Christmas shopping, i.e. the master-planning of, but not the actual purchase of all items
unpacking
cleaning
saying hello to doggies and sorry we left you!
saying hello to baby and sorry we left you!
laundry, lots of laundry
not blogging (gasp)
reading a book (the time traveler's wife)
eating stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, green beans, pumpkin and apple pies
not watching dvr'd shows
mini-breaking w/ J.Lo at the beach
shopping tax-free
swimming!
driving
lots of driving
listening to goblet of fire on cd
more driving
declining (due to full stomach) turkey leftovers
kicking self later for decline of turkey leftovers
pre-Christmas shopping, i.e. the master-planning of, but not the actual purchase of all items
unpacking
cleaning
saying hello to doggies and sorry we left you!
saying hello to baby and sorry we left you!
laundry, lots of laundry
Monday, November 27, 2006
weird 6 by pen
1. Whenever I move someplace new (apparently), I generally don't speak for about a year. It's like I'm overwhelmed into silent observation, trying to take it all in and learn the new culture's rules. The worst was when I moved from upstate NY to Raleigh, NC after living up North for 18 years. I went to NC State and was by a deliberate (I'm sure) twist of fate paired with a girl whose licence plate said FARMGAL and who pinned a giant Confederate flag to the ceiling, right under the halogen lamp, which illuminated the thing quite well to a passing eye 5 stories below. Luckily, the fire marshall ruled this atrocity out about halfway through the year.
I also didn't speak when I moved to Chicago, which is sort of unfortunate because I moved back after just one academic year, though I was lucky enough to grab onto mendacious' friendship, and well, here we are. (Cheers!)
And then I moved to Wilmington, where you all know I was rather silent for at least a year, but my former boyfriend was also an un-fun, pessimistic jackass, so I blame him.
2. Every morning when I pick out clothes to wear, I feel a very strong pull toward one color or another. If I don't choose clothing of this color, I feel I will have a very bad, or at least a very uncomfortable day. I typically give in to the impulse, as it makes me feel much better when I do.
3. I'm allergic to scallops, but no other seafood. They make me heave violently, and every time I walk by them in the seafood section I hold my breath and cringe, like they're going to come after me. The allergy is genetic, as my aunt is also allergic to only scallops. Also, my husband questions the authenticity of this allergy, which infuriates me to no end, like I'm being busted for something I absolutely did not do.
4. I have a lot of vivid dreams, and many of them are apocolyptic in nature. I've had dreams about entire cities being either blown up or swallowed by water, and they are rarely in reaction to the particular news of the day. I've had a few dreams about this really insanely long bridge over blue blue water, and being on or under it somehow? while it was being engulfed and everyone raced to save themselves, in cars and on foot. Then when the Real World: Key West was on, I was like, OMG, that's the bridge. Even though I had never been to or seen pictures of Key West before. I don't feel the dreams are prophetic, just the product of an overactive imagination and an anxious personality.
Lately my apocolyptic dreams have been limited to my entire aquarium dying from an obscure fish plague (the name of which I can never remember after I wake up) while I watch helplessly. I don't know if the scaled-down version is more or less alarming.
5. I've never broken a bone or had stitches. But I get bruises all the time and have no idea where they come from.
6. When I was little, I loved each and every one of my stuffed animals, to the point where I wouldn't get rid of any of them, ever, and as a result still have many squirreled away in various attics and storage places. (Though to my credit, I've been making a concerted effort of late to break this packrat habit, and have sent many off to goodwill, telling myself that it's time for someone else to love Gav the Christmas Bear and the bunny with one button eye.) I remember going through a phase where I arranged every last stuffed animal on my bed before going to sleep at night, for fear that one might feel left out. Except for this one, a pink poodle named Cindy. I hated Cindy with every fiber of my being, and used to beat her up regularly--but then felt deep remorse afterward and tried to talk myself into liking her. It never worked.
I could go on all day--seriously, this topic was fantastic. Thanks, Kim and ashley! I tag mendacious, daniel bruckner, cue (if you're out there???), t. (triple now, at least), sarah, szu-hua, and the sick cookie.
I also didn't speak when I moved to Chicago, which is sort of unfortunate because I moved back after just one academic year, though I was lucky enough to grab onto mendacious' friendship, and well, here we are. (Cheers!)
And then I moved to Wilmington, where you all know I was rather silent for at least a year, but my former boyfriend was also an un-fun, pessimistic jackass, so I blame him.
2. Every morning when I pick out clothes to wear, I feel a very strong pull toward one color or another. If I don't choose clothing of this color, I feel I will have a very bad, or at least a very uncomfortable day. I typically give in to the impulse, as it makes me feel much better when I do.
3. I'm allergic to scallops, but no other seafood. They make me heave violently, and every time I walk by them in the seafood section I hold my breath and cringe, like they're going to come after me. The allergy is genetic, as my aunt is also allergic to only scallops. Also, my husband questions the authenticity of this allergy, which infuriates me to no end, like I'm being busted for something I absolutely did not do.
4. I have a lot of vivid dreams, and many of them are apocolyptic in nature. I've had dreams about entire cities being either blown up or swallowed by water, and they are rarely in reaction to the particular news of the day. I've had a few dreams about this really insanely long bridge over blue blue water, and being on or under it somehow? while it was being engulfed and everyone raced to save themselves, in cars and on foot. Then when the Real World: Key West was on, I was like, OMG, that's the bridge. Even though I had never been to or seen pictures of Key West before. I don't feel the dreams are prophetic, just the product of an overactive imagination and an anxious personality.
Lately my apocolyptic dreams have been limited to my entire aquarium dying from an obscure fish plague (the name of which I can never remember after I wake up) while I watch helplessly. I don't know if the scaled-down version is more or less alarming.
5. I've never broken a bone or had stitches. But I get bruises all the time and have no idea where they come from.
6. When I was little, I loved each and every one of my stuffed animals, to the point where I wouldn't get rid of any of them, ever, and as a result still have many squirreled away in various attics and storage places. (Though to my credit, I've been making a concerted effort of late to break this packrat habit, and have sent many off to goodwill, telling myself that it's time for someone else to love Gav the Christmas Bear and the bunny with one button eye.) I remember going through a phase where I arranged every last stuffed animal on my bed before going to sleep at night, for fear that one might feel left out. Except for this one, a pink poodle named Cindy. I hated Cindy with every fiber of my being, and used to beat her up regularly--but then felt deep remorse afterward and tried to talk myself into liking her. It never worked.
I could go on all day--seriously, this topic was fantastic. Thanks, Kim and ashley! I tag mendacious, daniel bruckner, cue (if you're out there???), t. (triple now, at least), sarah, szu-hua, and the sick cookie.
check
must blog. stop. say something.stop. keep going stop. without me. stop. working early. finally raining. much needed. crops. harvest for next yeaR. stop. tough winter?.stop. must go. stop.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
who's that girl!!
i'm back you guys. turns out the wifi available was available at a charge. totally criminal. so i was without and i suffered... and so must to catch you up post haste. i have to work blackfriday and black saturday so we'll see if i get any posting done at all. for now my checklist reads:
1. dust
2. mop
3. laundry
4.clothes
5. bills a.forbear? b. huge att bill c. payday? when? d. paperwork on desk
6. paint
7. order photos
8. dye hair
9. plant flowers
10. quilt
11. clothing repair
12. iphoto and eTSy (money?)
13. get paints from blick
14. take back dress? a standard for weight loss or a waste of money.
15. eat turkey and stuffing
1. dust
2. mop
3. laundry
4.clothes
5. bills a.forbear? b. huge att bill c. payday? when? d. paperwork on desk
6. paint
7. order photos
8. dye hair
9. plant flowers
10. quilt
11. clothing repair
12. iphoto and eTSy (money?)
13. get paints from blick
14. take back dress? a standard for weight loss or a waste of money.
15. eat turkey and stuffing
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
give me a poll idea
Since I'm lately tapped, I could use your help with a new poll question. Please leave ideas in the comments section. Be imaginative, but not dirty or mean.
xo,
pen
xo,
pen
PSA: don't store your honey upside-down
You might think it's a good idea, when your bottle of honey is running low, to turn the thing upside-down, and therefore get all the stuff to go to the top. Like ketchup. But let me assure you, it is not a good idea, and if you don't believe me, come check out my globulated kitchen cabinet shelf. (Which, thankfully, has not yet attracted insects.)
slump
i've been in a blogger slump lately, with both commenting and posting, and i'm not sure where that's coming from, but there it is. i can't even think of a good new poll. and i do have blog post ideas, but when it comes to actually sitting down and creating them, eh. not so much. i just don't feel like it? and i have to say i've been kind of the same way with email, which is terrible. i feel like maybe i just need a break from all things computer for awhile. maybe. maybe. it might just be hormones, or the weather, which is real yuck today. and mendacious is like, off camping, or else stocking shelves at the bookplace, trying to guard her creativity from being sapped by the evil corporate forces. she's not going to do the endcaps, just get over it people. i can't even think of what to say about survivor, although part of me wants to backtrack two episodes back and discuss nathan's assertion that they (he and his alliance) could cut up another tribemate like poop. who says that. what does it mean. and how i'm kind of rooting for ozzy now, i'm committed, or at least i support the aitu underdog. but i still like candace and feel sorry that she keeps getting sent to exile, even though her island boyfriend is such a frat boy.
and i wanted to also discuss the pros and cons of caridee, including her performance on one tree hill, which was... i can't decide. sassy and impressive and yet?
and i also had this idea for a post about perception, and how when you're hormonal, it feels like the day just won't ever be right, despite small victories. you feel like you're karmically (karma-i-cally?) screwed. but i didn't do that, either. and i should have wished j.lo a happy anniversary via the blog yesterday, too, but at least we celebrated right otherwise. two years and already a house and a munchkin in tow, yaaaay for us! but what a whirlwind--see, these are the things i should discuss.
maybe we just need to change our colors? because i think of posting to brown-black with halloween edges, and i'm feeling the drag-down. so maybe i'll ponder that.
and i wanted to also discuss the pros and cons of caridee, including her performance on one tree hill, which was... i can't decide. sassy and impressive and yet?
and i also had this idea for a post about perception, and how when you're hormonal, it feels like the day just won't ever be right, despite small victories. you feel like you're karmically (karma-i-cally?) screwed. but i didn't do that, either. and i should have wished j.lo a happy anniversary via the blog yesterday, too, but at least we celebrated right otherwise. two years and already a house and a munchkin in tow, yaaaay for us! but what a whirlwind--see, these are the things i should discuss.
maybe we just need to change our colors? because i think of posting to brown-black with halloween edges, and i'm feeling the drag-down. so maybe i'll ponder that.
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