30 December 2006

sarcastic? moi?

thanks to liz for getting me to randomly click...

You're Totally Sarcastic

You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny.
Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it.
And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.

29 December 2006

with many thanks to cab calloway

oh joy! we went to another fluevog vip party thing and this time it was soooo much fun!!! personally, i think that when the focus shifts from dark rooms and vodka cocktails to a room filled with happy shoes, wine, and snacks it's much easier to be sociable. this time we talked to half of the people there and stayed for quite some time having fun. not only that, but i finally finally finally got those uber-expensive shoes i've been eyeing for the past two months. i was prancing - yes, literally prancing - around drinking shiraz and eating veggies while we browsed the entire collection. we convinced derek to try on a few pairs (hey there was a ton of stuff on sale!) and i bought him a new pair of shoes, too. one cannot be absolutely sure, but it looked as if he was even smiling when he tried them on.

pssst, we got a steal on shoes that were supposed to be full price. it was fate, i tell you. cheese! shoes! laughter! quelle enjoyment. derek has future angel in a chestnut and olive andrew, while i got operetta in a black/grey malibran. ain't we the hoity-toity types? gotta love those vogs.

for the weekend my wish is to ride a ferry boat and eat hostess spice cupcakes. as some of you might know, spice cake is the official cake of elopement, and you have to get a package of hostess. why? because they come in twos so you can share them with someone you love. hey, i can hear you making that gagging noise! stop it! you're just as sentimental as anyone else. it's okay to admit it. eat the spice cake and cuddle up; you'll thank me for it in the end.

mmmmm... cheeeeese... i love a place that'll give you snacks while you shop. can someone put me on the vip list for the next store we visit? this must be what it means to have a piece of the good life. that reminds me of something else. we do still need a couch. in theory, there comes a point when it's just time to pick one and go with it for a while, to stop visiting your top three choices at the furniture pound and just take one back to a loving home. now that we've been decisive on fancy footwear it is probably time to take on the issue of the couch. it'll give me a good excuse to wear my shoes out on the town.

the song i can't get outta my head:
happy feet! i've got those hap-hap-happy feet!
give them a low-down beat
and they begin dancing!
i've got those ten little tip-tap-tapping toes,
when they hear a tune
i can't control the dancing, dear,
to save my soul!

those weary blues can't get into my shoes,
because my shoes refuse
to ever grow weary.
i keep cheerful on an earful
of music sweet;
just got those hap-hap-happy feet!

just wondering...

it's almost the new year. got any resolutions? i do. maybe i'll keep a few of them this year. it's probably better to make more than one resolution so that you can keep at least one. i'm going to hedge my bets that way, at least. what the hell does that mean anyway - hedge a bet? i was never quite sure how to interpret certain colloquialisms and phrases. it sounds like something really stupid. it might be something really stupid.

maybe i should just stick to using language that i understand. that could be another resolution for me. but i'm still not going to pronounce foilage correctly, and i'm still going to use the word "broughten" in everyday conversation. as for the rest, wish me luck for the new year. good luck to you, too.

last movie i saw:
land of the dead

26 December 2006

the complaint department of the day - or, as mary called it: merry bitchmas... with an addendum of angry jazz hands

today has a despondent edge to it, a feeling of *le sigh* hanging over. ho hum. it's not anything specific or even depressing, just some indescribable angst and lethargy. what a pair. it's as if i should be out doing stuff and being fabulous but i don't have the energy. i could stay home and do projects, but i don't have the energy. all i have the energy to do is sit around and snarl.

after walking back to the apartment from our somewhat disappointing fudmas (with an umlaut), i just sat here staring. sigh. ho hum. we have yet to find a place here that can compare to our beloved india palace in the overall experience. there have been places that have good service but so-so food and the other way around, but nothing is the total package. how i miss the comfort of that crazy pink interior. anyway, this evening's outing was just kinda blah. the group we met up with wanted to go out for drinks afterwards, so i abandoned them (and derek) to come home and stare. he also got bored with their brand of gallavanting and came home soon after to discover me chatting on the phone with mary.

ah yes, when i need a long session of mutual rambling she is always good for it. sometimes we can raise babble up to an art form. you're jealous, aren't you? tonight was no exception. i figured she might be "xmased out" after a whole weekend with the family, and i needed someone who could understand my sense of humor without me having to be polite or turn on my social filters or explain myself. i'd had a whole evening of social awkwardness with new people and needed the ability to be myself without apology. whew. now that's what i call comfort. turns out she needed the opportunity to slip into the laundry room and blow off some steam.

you know how when a person starts to rant it seems a little disjointed? then once they pick up some steam it turns into a flowing river of bitching. by the time they've reached the point where they forget to take a breath in between entire paragraphs of complaint, things are coming out so smoothly that it's almost as if the ranting is some piece of subconsciously memorized dialogue.

"oh, let me tell you all about it..."
"and thennnnnnn, by the way you won't believe this part but i have to tell you because it's driving me crazzzeeeeeee..."
"it's just so freaking stooopid. that's right! the next thing he did was even dumber and you know what it reminds me of that's even dumber than that? because i'm really getting sick of when i go out and have to deal with this brand of bullshit in the world because i am a good person damnit. oh why meeeee, oh whhhhhyyyyyyyy?!?!?!"

none of this is a direct quote of her ranting this evening (and yes i would tell if it was - you know me better than that) but more of a feeling of how the speed picks up as the ideas get formed. it usually ends with a primal grunt or grrrrr and some form of flailing appendages. there is also a snack involved somewhere in the coming down process. my personal version, which some of you may have heard in person, is akin to the scheme of:
A. so here's what
B. and furthermore
C. and that's how it is/i'm sick of it

of course i am never quite so succinct as my initial outline. i build up a lot of speed and can ramble off entire discourses with only a tiny supply of oxygen. it's probably better that i breathe less during those moments; otherwise i would have even more complaining to do. or getting done. whatever.

when i really get going i even throw in what tara once dubbed as my "angry jazz hands." wanna see it? make some jazz hands. now tense up your fingers and shake your forearms around while keeping your elbows tucked in close to your body, like you're shampooing someone else's head. it also helps to tilt your chin down just a bit and snarl. doing that? yeah i see you. you are now a qualified master of the angry jazz hands maneuver. perhaps i should have it named after me. i could be just like dr. heimlich. nahhhh... angry jazz hands sounds so much more festive.

am i picking up speed yet? i've stopped breathing and my toes have definitely started to flail. i can SO have flailing toes!!! you're just jealous again. i'll give you my spirit finger for that.

i think it's time for that snack now.

what i'm snacking on tonight:
clementine oranges
baby cinnamon roll thingies from ikea
cheese (duh)

25 December 2006

the carnage of it all

we have had two losses this week.

galena, our firefish, has sadly passed away in the tank. she was persnickety all week long and i had noticed her going through a phase of noneating. since she's done this before we just kept an eye on her to see if she would get hungry. unfortunately, this was not to be and she is gone. sniff. but the bristle worms made short work of her as a meal afterwards, so galena did feed the tank and the ecosystem lives on. sniff sniff. i'll miss that snobby pink fish.

my ibook started going on strike a couple of days ago. the screen would shut itself off and the video card committed harey carey earlier today. most of the weekend has been spent in shutdown/reboot mode until the final blow of "i've fallen and i can't get up" went into overdrive today. sniff. the good news? my hard drive fits in the powerbook that derek was using before he bought his new laptop a few months ago. i officially apologize for nagging his ass about not selling it, as the powerbook is now my new computer. we're bonding right now.

au revoir to my two little special friends, and all the holey socks and underpants that have gone on to the next world in the past week. sniff sniff sniff.

new tools i bought this week:
embossing powder and ink!

22 December 2006

random side notes - chapter eight

subtitle: discombobulated and quizzical excitement abound!

today we had to call 911 at work because an elderly lady passed out cold in the front of the store. no shit. this lady was something in the area of, i'm guessing, eighty-ish and she just suddenly dropped like a stone. after she was done fainting and scaring the crap out of us, she sat in a chair insisting that she was fine. sure, toots... we'll just take your word for it and send you toddling along. right. an hour later, the paramedics finally decided she would be okay to take a taxi home. before she left, she insisted on getting her gifts wrapped.

let us segue to taxis now. derek had to take a taxi to the airport on his last trip. if he'd caught it within the "downtown hotel district" it would have cost a flat 28 bucks. since he caught it near the house, which is two mini-sized blocks outside of that, it was 33 dollars. 5 dollars for two blocks? whaaaaaa..?!?!?!

he caught a limo home from the airport on the return trip for a flat rate of 35 dollars.

i lost my wallet for three days and didn't even realize it until this afternoon. luckily, it was in the house and i found it a few hours ago. i can't even imagine the drama that would've ensued had it not been there, but it made me feel good that i can get by without spending much money when i'm out. amazing how long a fiver can last you when you bring your lunch to work.

only one more day of hell until i get a three day weekend. when was the last time i had three days off in a row during december? when was the last time i even had two days off in a row during december? or more than two days off during that entire month? there are days when i still miss having my store, there are some days when i don't miss being my own boss.

wandering around the house made me realize something. we are twitchy about umpacking. it still looks about the same as it did a few weeks ago. is it possible that we just don't want to get settled in for fear of having to move again in a few months? we can't pick a couch, we've stopped hanging any more pictures, and the feng shui element is in a state of mental block. i just can't seem to think of my house as my home lately and thus try not to get too comfortable here. we even look at furniture in terms of how easy it is to get up and down stairs. it could just be multiple move aftershock. i'm still not going to plan too far ahead yet.

bubba is the most codependent cat that has ever lived with me. he's in the corner sulikng right now because i wanted my lap to myself for a while. dizzy is prowling around my chair demanding that i stare at her adoringly. stuart is presumably licking the side of the cat tent and wrestling with a blanket.

like the jews on xmas eve at the chinese restaurants, we've come up with our own holiday tradition. we'll be having indian food on xmas again this year. it's no india palace where we can run into lots of people we know, but we've invited a small group of people to join us. even better, it's a good place to hide from a holiday that i don't celebrate. mmm, samosas and chai.

i heart crappe. (two syllables of crap!) tiny cute things and neat little stationery seem to be my calling in life. it's probably because crazy tchotchke gotsa lotsa personality. funny what you can tell about a person by the magnets that make them giggle or the pens they like to use.

politically incorrect phrases i like:
playing cards with the tards
don't be such a girl
that's so gay

20 December 2006

this meets that over there

the leg bone is definitely connected to the hip bone.

behold, i am the mighty agitator, and i specialize in coo-winky-dink. (no spark plugs required) here is a short list of topics and items in my life that have come up in completely unrelated ways this week:
ding fries are done!
indian food
left handed books
emotions about bread
oklahoma! the musical

how bizarre to really discover that convergence is all around us, if only you stop at the right meeting points. they say - they being the mysterious "them" - that timing is everything. occasionally they have the unlikely fortune of being correct. all of the things on my list even fit within scott's new rule that you're not allowed to be the one to bring the topic up for it to count. see now, that would be cheating, and i prefer my coo-winky-dink to be pure.

serendipity is my new middle name. or is it synchronicity? could be a bit of both, thus being named synchrodipity. this will be added to the list of words i've allegedly coined, such as the infamous epiphanetic or fauxchronistic of yesterweek. and who could forget the ever-popular yuhanukwanzochrismadan? but i digress once again, as usual.

what was i talking about?

what i'm reading lately:
mindless eating
mavericks at work

19 December 2006

weird al says: eat it!

in celebration of trying new things, i ate some corn chowder with crab meat in it. see, i'm not on any special diets. about as special as i get in the realm of food is not liking chocolate or olives. or seafood for the most part, but i'm willing to stretch my palate on occasion. the chowder wasn't bad.

this place is full of special diets. it makes me want to laugh how many things people won't eat around here. after many years of picking on my "pansy food" friends i still love them and respect their choice not to eat this or that kind of meat, or even the ones who don't eat any meat at all. i jest because i love, but hey there, let's not let this thing devolve into the land of fruitarian bullshit.

by the way, do fruitarians really exist or is that just some urban myth? poor little murdered carrots. wait - i did have a point somewhere in there, didn't i?

my only dietary need from now on is going to be that i don't eat health food. i love to eat healthy food, as in food that is good for me, but this foofy health food crap makes me want to vomit in my own mouth. these people were obviously never subjected to the test kitchen of "first house on the block with a juicer" or the world of chalky protein shakes. if they had been then they would just back off and get some variety.

p.s. vegan bread is shitty and feels like cheap sloppy play-doh. you just can't have a lump of random stuff and decide to call it bread. it isn't bread. it's something resembling food byproduct poop. sorry to all of you out there crying a river for your special little diet but i have to defend the honor of bread. don't forsake the goodness of the goods. if i gave up smoking you wouldn't catch me running around with candy cigarettes in my mouth pretending to be a smoker just to fit in. stop pretending to be a lover of the goods. save the sanctity of the baked goods!!!

if you don't like a food, don't eat it. if you try it once in a while just to see if you do like it i'm not going to chastise you for straying from your sworn oath of fruitarianism. if you can adapt into a lifestyle that will allow you to still venture out into the world without avoiding everything that out there for fear of encountering something offensive on a plate that isn't even yours, that's fabulous. in return i promise not to offer you a cheeseburger from the grill. i might even let you pick the restaurant. otherwise, just stay home and eat your astronaut food in your john travolta bubble.

clothing on a dent and damage farewell tour:
a worn out pair of black jeans
several socks - r.i.p.
pantsies with holes

17 December 2006

tell me who you really are

here's a great way to show off the many facets of your complex personality: a tiny meme inspired by my recent fascination with bygone television. if you're reading this then consider yourself tagged. feel free to share this cockamamie batch of whatnot with others. (p.s. - this one goes to eleven. hehehe)

which character are you from...

family guy? brian
the facts of life? natalie
star trek? sulu
king of the hill? bobby hill
the simpsons? maggie
sex and the city? mr. big
lord of the rings? gandalf
peanuts? linus van pelt
star wars? chewbacca
john hughes movies? the donger
the muppets? miss piggy

stick it!!!

this week brings a happy mailbox. assorted holiday greetings fill the box (i know i don't actually celebrate any of these holidays, except new year's, but it truly is the thought that counts in these situations) and make me squeal with joy that it's something besides junk mail and bills.

but the prize for the week goes to my eeegirl mary. not only did i get a letter - yes, an ACTUAL letter! - from her on tuesday, but i got the cutie cutie cutest package this weekend. it was so sweetly wrapped up with character-printed tape that i just held it in my lap for a bit before getting our a knife to do package surgery. once i sliced off an end, guess what fell out? stickers and tape! stickers and tape!!! it's more printed tape with a five EEEEE! factor to the cuteness.

i sure am glad now that i didn't buy the jesus tape last weekend while i was at archie mcphee's. i had reasoned that my adhesive habit had gotten out of control and i didn't need to be buying myself any more tape, glue, sticky things, etc. at the moment because i already had plenty. voila! mary delivers buckets after i gave in to my pre-buying buyers' remorse. it's a sign, i tell you, A SIGN! i've been saying how i need to get back into my habit of mailing stuff to people, and now i know it's true. between all the mailing related birthday gifts i got from people and this new package, it is definitely time to get back in the game. tankoo berry mucho, mary. xoxoxo

as predicted by the agitator:
the weather outside is sunny and bee-yooo-tee-full
(creepy, ain't it?)

16 December 2006

my hard candy shell

after surviving the post-blackout traffic jam from hell last night, i forced derek to take me out for sushi. we went out with milana and dustin and a couple of their friends to a place in queene anne and had a good time chatting and eating. milana and i realized that, although we've known each other for some time now, we barely know one another at all.

funny to think how you can be acquainted with a person for months - even years - and hardly know a thing about them. although it might sound odd, this is how i feel about many of the people i know... and this is also how they feel about me. how often i've heard the refrain that i'm a "hard person to know" or that it takes a while to learn much of anything about me. it's a true observation, of course, as i tend to play the reality of me a bit close to the vest, even when my more shallow and gregarious side would make things seem otherwise. it's not that i'm trying to play it cool. i just take a while to sincerely warm to others. besides, no one has time to become bestest buddies with everyone they encounter. we all tend to gravitate one way or another and end up focusing on a more intimate group of comrades.

so far my group in seattle is somewhat nonexistent. i have a few people that i like to spend time with, and even one that i feel as if i've known for years. then again, i have known her for years, just not in person until recently. but i digress... the effort required in making new friends is difficult. i've heard it compared to "dating without kissing" by genevieve, and she's damn right. people who think i don't recall what it's like to be single can now rejoice in the fact that i most definitely and immediately can identify with your plight.

but then i do have my real friends to keep me company when i'm down. to you peeps that are my peeps: i like you. i really hope i know at least a little bit about you and you about me. if you do, you're probably laughing at me for that. i know i am.

"bad" movie stars i adore:
keanu reeves
greg kinnear
mark wahlberg

14 December 2006

shoes and double dipping

tonight we went to a fancy party downtown. hooray for us, trying to get out of the house and be fabulous. the party was sponsored by fluevog. yes yes yes, these are the way too expensive shoes that i like to drool over for months on end until i break down and buy another pair. i'm up to three pairs so far, although one of them is in need of serious cpr or an early grave. maybe i should just donate that pair so that i can justify getting some new shoes.

anyhoo, the man himself was there. john fluevog was galavanting about, looking great in spite of being a bit under the weather with exhaustion. he strolled into the hoo-ha shortly after we sat down with our drinks and made a lovely entrance. then he proceeded to the table of snacks and promptly started to chow down like a fat girl. turns out the f-man had missed dinnertime after he'd been at the vog store downtown doing promo shit all afternoon and evening. (don't you just love how i get the scoop and manage to sound like i know what the hell is going on?) people shuffled in and the lounge filled up with conversation and lots of people who were vaguely staring at one another's shoes. ooh, ahh, fancy footwear.

derek and i had a prime vantage point watching the party from a corner table near the archway to the other room. i also managed a good score at the snack table. make your move when you can on good snacks, because artichoke dip with pita bread rocks. this must be what the guest of honor thought too, because i totally caught him double dipping with his very first piece of bread! it's true... john fluevog is a double dipper. i probably even have fluevog germs on me right now from the party. see how we're all connected in this world? it's nice to be reminded that even the successful people in this world are excruciatingly human. if i needed more to convince me, he clumsily said hello to me later on while biting into a huge chicken sammich and trying to chew his food. is that impeccable timing or what?

made for an enjoyable evening after all. now cross your fingers that one of us will win the vog raffle and score some spiffy new shoes. maybe a gift certificate. at least an extra shoe horn.

last thing i looked up on wikipedia:
small world phenomenon

13 December 2006

some this v. that

so far we are enjoying our time in seattle. it's proving to be a nice departure from that last city we were "living" in this year. people i've talked to on the phone keep telling me how much better i sound now that we've left los crapeles. derek is sleeping more soundly and i'm feeling better about getting off my ass and getting a life. the other thing i'm starting to notice is some of the differences in behavior and lifestyle i'm seeing between the two. need a few examples?

on weather-
there: it's hot, gross, and smoggy
here: cloudy with some rain today

at work-
there: you're throwing off my entire day!
here: excuse me, but i'm kind of in a hurry.

on traffic-
there: a shooting and several wrecks
here: moving slowly today

out to eat-
there: pay me when you're done.
here: do you need some more coffee?

there: are you in the industry?
here: hi, it's nice to meet you.

a few years ago, i wrote an english-to-english translation piece. maybe i'll have to revamp it to include transitional translations. while this place isn't really as "how-dee-doo, y'all" friendly as home, it's at least polite enough to give me some breathing room to be more myself and not want to snap every day. i can live with that in a city. and i am trying to get/getting a life here.

the nastiest food item that i adore:
squirty cheese in a can!

12 December 2006

on having manners

at some point, you simply must watch the fairly remedial movie "blast from the past" with alicia silverstone and brendan fraser. why would someone make you watch this drivel? because it holds the true secrets of etiquette. it can tell you what it means to be a lady or a gentleman. it will remind you all about good manners.

darlings, do yourself a favor one day when you're snowed in, playing hookey, or just puttering around the house updating your netflix. get it and indulge. hey, if nothing else, it's got christopher walken and dave foley. does that help?

a few people i lurrrved as a kid:
joan jett
kurt vonnegut
eleanor roosevelt
e.e. cummings

10 December 2006

random side notes - chapter seven

veronica and i were talking about meg ryan tonight while babbling endlessly on the phone. snippets that brings to mind?
horses, horses, horses, horses
beautiful! scenic! wish you were here!
you people make my ass twitch.

my hair is at just the right length to go with this awesome photo of me. i could use it for a head shot. nonetheless, i'm thinking of cutting my hair off and, on top of negating all the work it took to grow out this mop, never doing theatre again. but i miss doing theatre. it's an indecisive situation. maybe i should just go have someone else wash my hair and rub my head.

now that the cooking thing is under control, i'm in search of a new tactile hobby to keep me busy. i like to fidget.

healthy food is good, but i don't like to eat actual health food. there is a difference. fruit + veggies = healthy. fiber + vegan = barforama. peanut butter + celery = nummy.

the cats are all barfy today. each one of them has managed to throw up in different parts of the house. bubba was polite enough to throw up inthe middle of a non-carpeted floor. dizzy threw up on my foot but had the good manners to look embarrassed afterwards. stuart did a projectile vomit off the side of the television stand. yuck. cat puke smells icky.

we're up to two full boxes of paper to be shredded. we also have a few other random boxes of "go away" stuff. slowly but surely we are gaining more square footage in our new home. i'm feeling a total feng shui attack coming on. is that my new tactile hobby? who wants to be a compulsive house cleaning type?!?! not me.

i feel terribly boring this week, but have a strange suspicion that something new is about to happen. i wonder what it is.

09 December 2006

you take the good, you take the bad

you take 'em both and there you have the facts of life... on dvd! in a box set! the first two seasons! which is particularly cool, because it even has two featurettes about the show. i got it on sale (shut up, i can hear you snickering) and have been having a factsathon. snackathon, factsathon - what's next? derek should probably get back to seattle before i have a thon of a different color. it's just my obsessive side taking over. the facts of life rocks!

and yes, we can all hear you singing the song. which version are you singing? i'm guessing it's probably the latter version that's got more production value. charlotte rae is cute and all, but we all know the second version better than the first. there's a time you gotta go and show, you're growin' now, ya know about the facts of life. you're feeling it with me here, aren't you?

i refuse to be shamed by my guilty pleasure purchase. i might even cry at an episode ortwo. oh, how grand that these girls can come to their senses in the span of only twenty two minutes! oh, how nice to have a show that talks about feminism and young girls! oh boy, did you ever notice that really short shorts with gold piping were like, no big deal back then, even thought they are so totally bordering on pornographic? the facts of life has it all - sex, drugs, issues, controversy. woofrikkinhoooo!!! this dribbly crap is still cool after twenty-odd years. the people that would disagree with me are probably the same ones sitting home watching reruns of st. elsewhere or benson. not that i should make fun; derek really had a thing for missy gold.

never being a missy gold in all her eighties glory kind of girl, i had to watch the facts of life to figure out my corresponding tv personality type. now i know that i might appear to be a jo upon first meeting, but i'm really more of a natalie. there was a time when i was maybe a molly as well. (remember cindy, nancy, sue ann and molly?) mary is maybe a sue ann, but probably a mrs. garrett. but only the kind of mrs. garrett up until edna's edible burned down. after that it was all kind of crap, and clooney did nothing for me with his cheesey mullet. woo buddy, i'm cracking myself up here just thinking about this show. i heart eighties television!

i'm definitely a natalie. which one are you?

girly things i overspent on this week:
pore scrub
smelly candles
more underpants
foofoo tea

08 December 2006

tiny dragons on my bed

the cats are officially hogging the bed. already. after only one night in it without derek. they expand in the dark until they're the size of tiny dragons. or smallish dragons. dragons that are big enough to be called bed hogs. i want my pillows back.

i'm supposed to be the only bed hog in this house. they should learn to give some 'spect to an alpha cat when they see one. yes, i am SO the alpha cat around here!

07 December 2006

the day i ate seattle

so it's not depressing that derek left today. maybe i can just slob out while having the house to myself and then whip things into shape the day before he gets back. he'll never know that i didn't even rinse off my plate tonight. wait a second... i suppose he'll know if he reads this, won't he? in that case, i'm being a good little housey-frau and playing nice with all the cleaning supplies. yeah that's right! i'm having an affair with mr. clean in derek's absence! OOH LA LA.

did that sound convincing enough?

what i did do with my evening was have a snackathon. there was no diet soda involved - which would be my usual "pigging out" m.o. - and i had at least seven colors of food before realizing my living room looks like it was attacked by a homeless bulimic drug lord. did i really need a new spoon for each thing? how fancy of me. most people just stand in front of an open fridge with a single utensil but i went whole hog (pardon the pun) and dragged food out all over the house.

what i nibbled on tonight:
honey cashews
a cherry pop tart
spinach salad
an avocado
vanilla tea biscuits
fresh mozzerella
green onions
turkey slices
reese's pieces
woolly purple dinosaurs
a victorian sofa
the seattle phone book
my own leg

okay, so maybe i never ate my own leg. how would i walk to work tomorrow with only one leg? it's not like we have a collection of fake limbs in our closet, no matter how much i enjoy my copy of "i like you" that's under the dishes right now. uhhh, i mean, uhhhh, the book that's on the perfectly straightened coffee table in my very sanitized home. it's like we've got fairies and stepfords cleaning up around here, i tell you! our house is a very very very fine house. spotless, beautiful, immaculate at all times.

just wondering if derek was still reading.

food i used to hate that i quite strangely crave this week:

05 December 2006

better working conditions

tomorrow is my last day to go to work super early. not the last day ever, but after several days in a row i will get some reprieve. i can stay up later without dragging regret and stop randomly passing out in the evenings for unintended naps. this is good because i didn't really want to look for a new job. so far i'm enjoying my job, even if it is peasant's work. it would be a shame to be run off by my alarm clock.

this leads me to wonder where my career path is going. you know what i've figured out so far? I HAVE NO IDEA. bet you feel better now. you don't know what you're going to be when you grow up either. if you do, then you su-hu-hu-hucccckkk. if you have some vague ideas about possibilities for what you might like to try along the way, then my oh my you are feeling my vibe bigtime, baby. so let's all shout it out loud together:


pffft - something will come along, right? until then i'll just hang out and be a goofball. i'll seek inspiration from whatever. my new "unruly" shirt (see, it says unruly on the front in english and shorthand, so it's an unruly shirt) is a prime example. we went to the crafty dorkorama festival of thingies and stuff this weekend with bonnie and kelly. among the various things that i could probably make with a little effort but don't really feel like at this very moment, i also got some ideas on what it is that i really like. or what i might like at some point. or maybe just neat-o stuff that made me smile. in any case, it was a breath of fresh air and oodles of fun. i'll have to keep my eyes peeled for more neat-o-ness.

you never know what's looking for you.

01 December 2006

it's my burfday

yay for me. blue bell ice cream, red meat, coffee, postal happies, french movie, cute kitties, and some lovely birthday wishes. pretty relaxing with no drama. being boring can be a lot of fun sometimes.

for my big day, mary got you all some presents. click on the link for her blog to find out what fabooness awaits you...