It is really amazing how much better your day can be when you're wearing pants that fit.
Think about it.
July 31, 2007
You fall for pretty strangers / And the promises they hold
Wow, the “Hamptons” suck it (see #7) . . . and 9 other things I learned over this past weekend:
1. Cadbury Buttons go beautifully with strawberries and champagne . . . and a breezeway . . . and a quiet night at my sister’s house . . . and good company . . . (Sarah: We’re totally doing that again next time I’m out there. I’ll bring the Prosecco . . . and, um, we’ll order the Buttons?)
2. You don’t so much need towels at the beach . . . you do, however, need sunblock (especially if you’re the color of snow). The crazy bright red color (and pain) that was all over my back, chest and shoulders has finally started to dissipate, somewhat. Let’s just say, these last fews days have made me wish I could let the girls free and go boob-holder-less – outside of my humble abode, that is. “Why not?” you say . . . “For fear of clocking small children in my path,” I say.
3. You tell a two-year-old not to do something, she’s going to do it . . . and do it with a smile.
4. My sisters are two of my best friends (sniffle sniffle wheeze sniffle).
5. I’m still pretty naïve when it comes to believing that most people are open-minded.
6. You stand up for yourself and for your friends and you feel quite a bit of peace.
7. The “Hamptons” is one big ball of insecurity, immaturity, and asshole.
8. I love breakfast food. A lot. A whole, whole lot.
9. There's nothing much better than being by yourself, at home, under a blanket, during a rainstorm, with a good movie/TV/book/magazine, and a big bowl of ice cream.
10. Absence makes the heart grow fonder . . . or some bullshit like that.
1. Cadbury Buttons go beautifully with strawberries and champagne . . . and a breezeway . . . and a quiet night at my sister’s house . . . and good company . . . (Sarah: We’re totally doing that again next time I’m out there. I’ll bring the Prosecco . . . and, um, we’ll order the Buttons?)
2. You don’t so much need towels at the beach . . . you do, however, need sunblock (especially if you’re the color of snow). The crazy bright red color (and pain) that was all over my back, chest and shoulders has finally started to dissipate, somewhat. Let’s just say, these last fews days have made me wish I could let the girls free and go boob-holder-less – outside of my humble abode, that is. “Why not?” you say . . . “For fear of clocking small children in my path,” I say.
3. You tell a two-year-old not to do something, she’s going to do it . . . and do it with a smile.
4. My sisters are two of my best friends (sniffle sniffle wheeze sniffle).
5. I’m still pretty naïve when it comes to believing that most people are open-minded.
6. You stand up for yourself and for your friends and you feel quite a bit of peace.
7. The “Hamptons” is one big ball of insecurity, immaturity, and asshole.
8. I love breakfast food. A lot. A whole, whole lot.
9. There's nothing much better than being by yourself, at home, under a blanket, during a rainstorm, with a good movie/TV/book/magazine, and a big bowl of ice cream.
10. Absence makes the heart grow fonder . . . or some bullshit like that.
July 30, 2007
Yup, Sarah, I'm going to end up in the South.
Mmmmmm mmmmmm
Ohhhh ooohhh yea
Sitting here thinking
Damn I'm getting a little older
Trying to find some piece of mind
Take the weight of the world off my shoulders
Mmmm got me driving down the highway
Trying to make it through each and every day
Fade to black n all poverty
Take a truck and move my people down south with me
Trade my ball and chain in for a ticket
On a one way trip into Georgia
Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skies
Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'
On an open highway through Georgia
Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain
Sitting here looking in the mirror
Damn it's getting a little clearer
If I could paint a perfect picture
Would u dare take it wit ya, take it wit ya, take it wit ya
Picture us whistling while fishing
Picture us dancing while romancing
To a tune that belongs to me and u
My ball and chain we will all be free yea
Trade my ball and chain in for a ticket
On a one way trip into Georgia
Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skies
Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'
On an open highway through Georgia
Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain
We can be dancing, steady romancing
Whistling, while we steady fishing
Yea, yeah, oooh, oooooooh
Oooooooh, yeah
FYI: I will be marrying Anthony Hamilton. Just as soon as he figures out who I am. (Would answering one perfume soaked letter kill him? I mean, seriously . . .)
Ohhhh ooohhh yea
Sitting here thinking
Damn I'm getting a little older
Trying to find some piece of mind
Take the weight of the world off my shoulders
Mmmm got me driving down the highway
Trying to make it through each and every day
Fade to black n all poverty
Take a truck and move my people down south with me
Trade my ball and chain in for a ticket
On a one way trip into Georgia
Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skies
Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'
On an open highway through Georgia
Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain
Sitting here looking in the mirror
Damn it's getting a little clearer
If I could paint a perfect picture
Would u dare take it wit ya, take it wit ya, take it wit ya
Picture us whistling while fishing
Picture us dancing while romancing
To a tune that belongs to me and u
My ball and chain we will all be free yea
Trade my ball and chain in for a ticket
On a one way trip into Georgia
Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skies
Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'
On an open highway through Georgia
Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain
We can be dancing, steady romancing
Whistling, while we steady fishing
Yea, yeah, oooh, oooooooh
Oooooooh, yeah
FYI: I will be marrying Anthony Hamilton. Just as soon as he figures out who I am. (Would answering one perfume soaked letter kill him? I mean, seriously . . .)
July 27, 2007
What What! Holla!
My bones are back! My bones are back!
Pull up your skirt, and you shall receive!
Wait . . .
You know, it didn't sound overtly sexual in my head.
Shocker.
Pull up your skirt, and you shall receive!
Wait . . .
You know, it didn't sound overtly sexual in my head.
Shocker.
July 26, 2007
Studying Stones
I am out here studying stones
Trying to learn to be less alive
Using all of my will
To keep very still
Still even on the inside
I've cut all of the pertinent wires
So my eyes can't make that connection
I am holding my breath
I am feigning my death
When I'm looking in your direction
'Course numb is an old hat
Old as my oldest memories
See that one's my mother
And that one's my father
And that one in the hat, that's me
It's a skill I'd hoped to abandon
When I got out on the open road
But any more pent up emotion
And I think I'm gonna explode
There's never been an endeavor so strange
As trying to slow the blood in my veins
To keep my face blank
As a stone that just sank
Until not a ripple remains
I am high above the tree line
Sitting cross legged on the ground
When all of the forbidden fruit has fallen and rotted
That's when I'm gonna come down
'Course numb is an old hat
Old as my oldest memories
See that one's my mother
And that one's my father
And that one in the hat, that's me
It's a skill I'd hoped to abandon
When I got out on the open road
But any more pent up emotion
And I think I'm gonna explode
—Ani DiFranco
Feeling spineless.
Trying to learn to be less alive
Using all of my will
To keep very still
Still even on the inside
I've cut all of the pertinent wires
So my eyes can't make that connection
I am holding my breath
I am feigning my death
When I'm looking in your direction
'Course numb is an old hat
Old as my oldest memories
See that one's my mother
And that one's my father
And that one in the hat, that's me
It's a skill I'd hoped to abandon
When I got out on the open road
But any more pent up emotion
And I think I'm gonna explode
There's never been an endeavor so strange
As trying to slow the blood in my veins
To keep my face blank
As a stone that just sank
Until not a ripple remains
I am high above the tree line
Sitting cross legged on the ground
When all of the forbidden fruit has fallen and rotted
That's when I'm gonna come down
'Course numb is an old hat
Old as my oldest memories
See that one's my mother
And that one's my father
And that one in the hat, that's me
It's a skill I'd hoped to abandon
When I got out on the open road
But any more pent up emotion
And I think I'm gonna explode
—Ani DiFranco
Feeling spineless.
July 25, 2007
um . . . HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Be prepared to create Sober's profile this weekend, Sarah: Dogster
Betsy: I would love to see Nikita's profile on Catster.
Oh, and I'm seriously considering adopting Louie. He's a star now though, after being on Good Morning America, so I think I need to move pretty damn quickly!!
I should totally try to make as many important life decisions as possible today . . .
Betsy: I would love to see Nikita's profile on Catster.
Oh, and I'm seriously considering adopting Louie. He's a star now though, after being on Good Morning America, so I think I need to move pretty damn quickly!!
I should totally try to make as many important life decisions as possible today . . .
July 23, 2007
That reminds me . . .
*Posted on old blog . . . too good to not repost . . . not reposting other bit of blog in which I made retarded comments. Because you have the whole of THIS blog for that.*
July 21, 2007
Wait, what just happened?
Holy Headache, Batman.
Last night = Yankees game, a lot of beer. One hot dog. No prior lunch experience.
Now normally I wouldn't think of becoming drunk off of Miller Lite and Budweiser, but I was enjoying America's favorite pastime and all. I think I watched a total of 5 minutes of the game. And I'm pretty sure minute 2 consisted of me screaming "Take off your pants!!" when A-Rod was up . . . if you know what I mean.
All Class, All The Time.
The times, they were a fun. The group I went with were mainly cops. Remind me to never date/marry one of them. Fun to hang out with . . . not fun to trust, I would think.
Anyhoo . . . woke up with a lovely little headache. And now I think I'm going to go run off last night and gear up for another night out. Two nights out during a weekend, one tired Mugwatch makes.
BUT, in a way, I think I'm celebrating. Think I'm accepting a job offer on Monday. Think this one is going to jumpstart the career a little bit (or at least revitalize it).
Thinking too much. Must go zone out . . . and then eat leftover pizza. Mmmmmmm . . .
Last night = Yankees game, a lot of beer. One hot dog. No prior lunch experience.
Now normally I wouldn't think of becoming drunk off of Miller Lite and Budweiser, but I was enjoying America's favorite pastime and all. I think I watched a total of 5 minutes of the game. And I'm pretty sure minute 2 consisted of me screaming "Take off your pants!!" when A-Rod was up . . . if you know what I mean.
All Class, All The Time.
The times, they were a fun. The group I went with were mainly cops. Remind me to never date/marry one of them. Fun to hang out with . . . not fun to trust, I would think.
Anyhoo . . . woke up with a lovely little headache. And now I think I'm going to go run off last night and gear up for another night out. Two nights out during a weekend, one tired Mugwatch makes.
BUT, in a way, I think I'm celebrating. Think I'm accepting a job offer on Monday. Think this one is going to jumpstart the career a little bit (or at least revitalize it).
Thinking too much. Must go zone out . . . and then eat leftover pizza. Mmmmmmm . . .
July 17, 2007
I’m not a fan of whiskey.
Seriously . . . not a fan. At all. A non-fan, if you will. Just tried to partake in an ice-filled glass of it. The third sip almost did me in. What’s a girl got to do to get back a tolerance around here?
Not that I’m trying to do that . . . I just needed a drink. I had “a day.” (Thank you, Kath, for listening to the crap of it. You call for help and I make you practice for psych class. We both win, really.)
I had a lovely little vacation in Edinburgh. It was mighty fine. Didn’t do much sightseeing though . . . none at all, actually. But I did a ton of laughing my ass off. And I enjoyed a couple glasses of wine, in a cemetery. So, that’s something.
I met some fantastic people in the land of the Scots. I’ve already had my first email correspondence with my “new best friends fae Scotland,” a lovely couple from Aberdeen that my Godmother met when they answered an ad she had put in the paper, to sell her dresser. Four and a half hours after showing up at my G'Mum’s place to check out the merchandise, they left with a round of hugs, kisses, and see you soons.
Good eggs . . . good, good eggs.
I believe I could live there. Perhaps I really should take my Godmother’s “Be my assistant, Titface!” under consideration.
So, here I am, back to real life. Sweet baby Jesus (dear six pound, eight ounce baby Jesus), I wish my real life didn’t include an imminent lay-off, employment lawyers, and the possibility of continuing to work for an evil empire. However, it does. But, my new goal is to avoid whining like a two-year-old (yes, way too late for that, I know) so I’m not going into it. (Did anyone else just hear that resounding sigh of relief?)
What will be, will be.
Yeah, I’ve never believed that. I actually think that one has a lot to do with “what will be.”
I’m totally not going into that either. Ew . . . talk about heady bullshit.
Right . . . so, all I’m saying is that I enjoyed my time away and I wish it had lasted longer. Oh, and I also wish Tim had been in my back pocket so he could have taken some decent pictures. Mine are shite.
I think I’m going to use jet lag as an excuse to go crawl into bed now. G’night.
Not that I’m trying to do that . . . I just needed a drink. I had “a day.” (Thank you, Kath, for listening to the crap of it. You call for help and I make you practice for psych class. We both win, really.)
I had a lovely little vacation in Edinburgh. It was mighty fine. Didn’t do much sightseeing though . . . none at all, actually. But I did a ton of laughing my ass off. And I enjoyed a couple glasses of wine, in a cemetery. So, that’s something.
I met some fantastic people in the land of the Scots. I’ve already had my first email correspondence with my “new best friends fae Scotland,” a lovely couple from Aberdeen that my Godmother met when they answered an ad she had put in the paper, to sell her dresser. Four and a half hours after showing up at my G'Mum’s place to check out the merchandise, they left with a round of hugs, kisses, and see you soons.
Good eggs . . . good, good eggs.
I believe I could live there. Perhaps I really should take my Godmother’s “Be my assistant, Titface!” under consideration.
So, here I am, back to real life. Sweet baby Jesus (dear six pound, eight ounce baby Jesus), I wish my real life didn’t include an imminent lay-off, employment lawyers, and the possibility of continuing to work for an evil empire. However, it does. But, my new goal is to avoid whining like a two-year-old (yes, way too late for that, I know) so I’m not going into it. (Did anyone else just hear that resounding sigh of relief?)
What will be, will be.
Yeah, I’ve never believed that. I actually think that one has a lot to do with “what will be.”
I’m totally not going into that either. Ew . . . talk about heady bullshit.
Right . . . so, all I’m saying is that I enjoyed my time away and I wish it had lasted longer. Oh, and I also wish Tim had been in my back pocket so he could have taken some decent pictures. Mine are shite.
I think I’m going to use jet lag as an excuse to go crawl into bed now. G’night.
July 10, 2007
Oh, and FYI . . .
In 8 hours and 45 minutes I'll be on a plane headed to Scotland.
This isn't the time to question how those heavy metal objects shuttle through the air.
This isn't the time to question how those heavy metal objects shuttle through the air.
Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup
Sentence Sensibility
This reminds me of the text message my friend received from a guy she'd just met:
"it is so hot out here I have sweat coming out of every orphus"
#1. HOT
#2. Dumbass
This reminds me of the text message my friend received from a guy she'd just met:
"it is so hot out here I have sweat coming out of every orphus"
#1. HOT
#2. Dumbass
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