spent the morning sewing. - bliss.

Dog does not like fireworks. Worse than last year.

Friends are tolerant of dog at least.

Wish i could sail away on an iceburg with my z. Because he understands me. Truly.

Guitar lessons start on Wednesday! I'm nervous! I'm a nerd!

After playing for 13+ years, I just kind of put down the guitar. Not sure why. Life just got busy in different ways. It's been almost five years since then, and now when I pick up a guitar I just kind of stare at it.

But today I took the plunge and called a number on a flyer about guitar lessons. I'm nervous and essited. I've never been "formally" taught before. Maybe he'll make me do wacky exercises like scales and ugh theory.

I wonder if, as a grownup, I'll actually practice between music lessons. I never practiced piano. Or flute. Or organ.

It was a pretty flyer.

I hope he calls me back.

I awoke from a nightmare at 4am in which I was being chased by a bad government. I couldn't believe the dogs they were using could betray me.

Now I'm still laying here awake. I've got no real choice but to get on the sunrise express train. It's going to be a long day.

Giant pizza. Naoko visit. Dog slumber party. Waynes World. Flight 666. No work tomorrow. Yesss.

Nope. Mudhoney absolutely does not translate on youtube. The sound of a Superfuzz Big Muff doesn't make its way though the microphones on cameras in tact. Bummer dude. But I'm glad I remember the lyrics to Hate the Police.

Looks like it's going to be very rainy and warm next week. That would be excellent for my garden.

If I had a garden.

Maybe by this time next year I'll have a wooden deck and a garden in pots. Maybe I can buy one of those amazing hanging tomato growing stockings off television.

I have so many things to look forward to.

I just bought myself a bottle of Chanel's Coco Mademoiselle on ebay for a steep discount. But it's sealed, so I still get the pleasure of breaking the cellophane off the box and the little wax glob from the knot on the bottle. A big percentage of any good cosmetic experience is really the packaging. This I believe. And I'm so excited about this little pictoral a woman made on the way they seal the bottles:

Here. Yay!

Being a non smoker is pretty great. You can smell things.

Most of the time it's great. In the case of Coco Mademoiselle it's great.

It's not great when your DOG POOPS ON THE COUCH while you're out. Our apartment stinks and the dog is grounded. This could have been prime cuddling time tonight and she had to go and ruin it.

Mad.

Allo. Happy Saturday.

Today was spring shave down day for our little lamb. This morning I dropped her off at the groomer.



And went for a walk around the neighborhood. I stopped at the last ever homo yardsale. Got some good cds. Mostly old Cure and REM that I've only had on cassette until now. There was also tons of Madonna, if anyone's in the market.



Then I went to the bank to get some rolls of quarters for laundry, but that's not worth a picture.

Flower shop. I like these white things on sticks. Dogwood. I think I'd like to use those for our wedding. We like sticks. Sticks with flowers are even better. Dogwoods. I wonder if they're seasonal.



Also taking a lot of pictures of dormers. Shed dormers, cape cod dormers, triplet dormers... There is a house we want to buy, but only if it's possible to add dormers to the roof. Considering every house like it in the neighborhood seems to have had dormers added to the roof at some point, I'm thinking it's GOT to be possible, and probably not too outlandish in costs, as so many others before us have gone this route.



Oui?



Non? That one seems like an incredibly stupid idea. Why make three?

This kind seems to make the most sense, and is what I'd like to ask the architect about:



No bumping heads with a shed dormer like that, right? Hopefully the answers come quickly and easily.

By day's end, dog was 10lbs lighter & is real happy to be back on mah bed:



How cute is that thing? Really!

Check it out. Blog facelift. Doesn't it make you feel like you're witnessing something organic? How novel, right?

Man I really want a new house to paint & make curtains for. HTML modification alone doesn't cut it for me.

Ugh. Today felt like a disaster. I do not remember how to handle a hangover. But hey, Friday night was great fun.

Here are some ducks at that great grocery store in Milford.

Happy 2nd anniversary to my car and me! Today I worked late, but when I came out there was Paco, alone in the parking lot, waiting for me with a big rainbow. Yay.

Man I've really gotten lazy on the blog front, right?

I guess I can't seem to focus on one thing long enough to make an entire paragraph on a subject lately. So hm. Let's just go stream of consciousness, shall we?

michigan ave
We spent our afternoon at the Genius Bar. The battery on my 1 yr old mac book crapped out this week. Fortunately they gave me a brand new battery. Thank goodness for apple care. I had mixed emotions about hanging out in the apple store that long and not finding anything I wished I could buy. Good in the sense that I've gotten over any sort of "gotta have it" bug most people suffer from, and kind of bummed in the sense that hanging out in the apple store was boring. I felt like an 8 year old boy waiting for his mom to try on clothes in a department store. There weren't even any racks to hide in. Wanted to leave.

playing dress up
Oh here's something that wasn't boring: Last weekend my mom and I went out together to try on princess dresses. Even though we're going to try to make our own wedding dress, trying them on is like a rite of passage. You're absolutely not allowed to do it until you've got a ring. So yeah, I had fun with all the strange girdles and under things that go under the fancy dresses. And I liked standing on the little pedestal at the bridal salon. Fun to put on a veil too, even if it made me feel like I was dressing up for a first communion more than a wedding. I'm pretty happy with myself for preferring a $200 dress over an $1100 dress. To me I think the biggest difference between the expensive & inexpensive dresses is amount of fabric & overall weight. I swear you could probably sleep outside in a snowstorm in one of the expensive ones I tried on. Here is one that I liked but will not be buying:



Something like this would require a $40,000 wedding to go with. I think. Oh but pickups are so fun! They make the dresses look like cakes!

Anyhow, yeah, the dress we make will not look like a cake, and will not make dudes feel stupid if they decide not to wear a tie to our wedding. At least that's my hope.

pizza
Man I ate too much pizza today. Ugh.

homework before video games
I'd really like to get myself moving on grad school but I'm not sure which one I'd like to go to and frankly everything else seems like so much more fun than studying for the GMAT right now. While I know that if I want to get it over with before I start thinking about having or adopting a baby, I'm still finding it to be so much more fun to play video games. I got Sims Pets. Oh man. So much trouble.

tadpole
Speaking of babies, Whisper got us this little gift for us which she was going to give us as a wedding present. But knowing that our wedding is still 1.5 yrs away, she didn't trust herself not to lose the gift and gave it to us early. Here it is (they are) on Fannie, who is sitting in for future babies in this photo:



all thumbs
We Netflixed the 2003 adaptation of "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues" and watched half of it last night. Man is it ever a crappy film. I have a hard time sitting through movies as it is, but this one.. geez. Painful. I don't think we'll be watching the rest of it.

the hard way
I guess it's earth hour right now. Zach is giving the dog a bath in the dark. I also guess that means I shouldn't be on the computer. dang it.

We bought the ugliest curtains at World Market this weekend.



And I am so excited about them. I'm sure my mom would hate them because they look like something from her childhood. Some day when our kids are into airbrushing and pastels or decorating with geese and amish dolls the sentiment will be returned.



I realize we're decorating this place and making it more cozy each week when we're actually looking to leave it, but why sit and wait when you can keep making life nicer?

I'm so anxious waiting for this snowstorm. As if it were Santa. It's 1:00am and I'm still getting up out of bed to peek out the window. I'm just really in the mood for a snowstorm and the idea of a Saturday off in which to go out in the snow just sounds good. I'd much rather my winters be covered in snow than just run on and on as a dry, cracked and frozen tundra.

Snow covers dirt and provides a uniform appearance. Snow makes it look as cold outside as it feels. And makes dogs happy. And driving fun. Among other things.

Also, I would like a pet rat who shares my fondness for stuffies and sleeping in:



Really. This picture is so cute I could just kiss my computer screen.

I feel sad but not sure why. This is ridiculous. Do I need a real crisis in order to fully appreciate the fact that my life is golden? There is nothing wrong! Sure it's winter, and I spend more time commuting than I do at home, and ugh. I want a vacation. Or a mental health day at the very least.

Or a sun lamp.

Chillin on the couch with a freshly shaved poodle. Killing some time before I need to head to the airport for glamorous business trip to canandaigua, NY. If I had faith in my ability to wake up in the morning I could fly out at 6am tomorrow. But I don't. So my weekend at home ends at 4pm today. Looking forward to Hampton Inn bedding. They've got the best sheets ever.

Feeling a little sad that Zach and I are disagreeing on a house we looked at today. Foreclosed houses are sad. It's hard to look past dirt and ghosts sometimes.

Today is beautiful. Melting glaciers and thawing dog poo and mud. I should be running errands. I should be getting my oil changed. I should be taking my doggie to get a hair cut. I should be cleaning our house.

But the window is open and the fresh air is making me so

sleeepy...