Monday, August 27, 2007

Still sneezing. I'd make a really, really crappy Scientologist.
I know how stupidly lucky I am, but I'm also allergic to almost every simple pleasure. Leaves, flowers, kitties, apples, pears, plums, cherries, bananas, avocados, raw carrots and broccoli, sugar snap peas, ice cream, plain milk.... I guess horse flies aren't a simple peasure but horses are, and God help me if I meet another horse fly, so I imagine I won't be riding ponies again any time soon.

Tonight sleep wasn't coming easily (as most Sunday nights go) so I climbed out of bed, ate a peach (cut up into bite sized pieces of course, so as to avoid it touching the skin on my face) and woke up everyone in the house with my sneezing. And now I've got no choice but to sit here in the dark for the next hour, trying not to claw my eyes out. It itches. So. Bad.

The peach wasn't even that good. Surprising for its size.

Maybe I'd trade one blessing to get rid of my allergies. Let me sleep on which one it'd be.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Monday, August 20, 2007

The only reason I have no tattoos is because I've never found anything that meant enough to me, and that wouldn't eventually fade. Not fade in the literal sense, but things, they come and go. I don't even feel much like the person I was five years ago.

But I'm thinking now that if I were to ever get a tattoo, it'd have to be something that would just remind me to never take things for granted. It's so hard. And that's one thing that never changes.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Prez Grid

Thank Melissa for this. It's both interesting and useful: [A grid detailing the stances of the top 237 Presidential hopefuls] Lets hope it gets pared down & updated accordingly. This Tom Tancredo looks like a nice guy, right? Though I try not to get excited this early on in the game.

Monday, August 13, 2007

4:10 pm. My new watch - it doesn't move fast enough.

Monday Afternoon

I'm feeling paranoid today. Everyone at work is oddly quiet. I'd much rather be at home, reading books. Wouldn't you?

2:29 pm


Tuesday, August 7, 2007

funny story

Last night I dreamed I was in our old back yard (clue #1 - you are dreaming)
playing football with my mom (clue #2 - you are dreaming).

As she held the ball in place for me to kick, Charlie Brown style, I wound up...

...and kicked my dog who was sleeping at my feet on the bed.



Another funny story, but this time weird-funny, not so haha funny:

I pass a cemetery every day on the way to work. I've passed it every morning for the past year or so & I've always been meaning to stop because cemeteries are nice. I'd always thought I'd stop in the afternoon on my way home from work, but this morning, for some reason, I stopped. I got out & admired the morning mist, walked through the big old trees, the ancient looking stone blocks with the writing worn off and sticking up out of the ground like crooked baby teeth. Watched a bee land on some fake flowers. And the first stone I walked up to read

"William E Albach July 18 1929 - August 7 2006"

Which would be exactly one year ago today, which is interesting. Looking up Bill Albach. It appears he was a school bus driver. The reason I stopped today, well there must be a reason, although it isn't obvious to me. Not at all.

Existentialism can be stupid.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

so proud

My little car is going to be famous! It's going to be in an Allstate ad about teen driving. Which is pretty funny to me because I've been informally collecting car insurance ads on teen driving for the past few months. Totally unrelated. As a sort of study. I have some from 1967, some from 2007... Not sure why I started setting them aside but I suppose I've wanted to lay them out side by side to see what I can learn about how marketing tries to create a sobering moment amidst ads for cologne & haircolor. Moreso, how marketing tries to bring attention to a serious topic without offending by pointing out how moronic young folk can be. It's always about a half page ad that reads like a public service announcement, throws in some shock, some statistics & ends with something along the lines of "we want you to live!"

This ramble isn't really going anywhere.

Okay but I have to point out that the oldest ad starts out:
"It may be beautiful to die for love in a poem, but it's ugly and stupid to die for love in a car. Yet how many times have you seen (or been) a couple more interested in passion than in passing?"
Um. Rarely, thank God. What kind of world did my parents grow up in? Making out while DRIVING??

I hope no one makes out in my car today.

New Topic
Annika looked fabulous this morning. You'd never know she's running on four hours of sleep and has been working nonstop. She's absolutely the type of person who should be working freelance & I'm not sure why I even secretly worried for her when she made the jump and went out on her own. She's got the energy, she's got the talent, & she's got the integrity. This has been such a life changing year for her & I love witnessing these kinds of things.

New Topic
What am I doing up at 7:00 on a Sunday morning? Not sure, but it's nice. I can't wait for Z to wake up so that I can make him pancakes. With mandarin oranges to make little faces with big ol lips on them.

Friday, August 3, 2007

I'm a star!

And running on fumes.
Or is that mania?
omg tgif

27.8 - (12.5*0.24)

I'm forgetting my basic math concepts.
Percents, standard deviations and means (not medians) are totally stumping me.
I don't have time for this brain failure.

Or this A.D.D.

To stop working to complain to your blog is totally not a solution. Not a solution.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

i had a bad day today

They told us at work that they're letting Barry go at the end of August.
It's good for him because he can go back to his family.
But bad for me because he is my BFF at work.
And I just asked for a raise.

I'm not being told the entire truth.
For one reason or another.
White as lies may be, they diminish my trust.
I'm not asking them to promise me anything, so why do they keep promising me things?


Playing my guitar for the first time in a year and the intonation is off.

Dear Santa,

I would like for my guitar to be set up.
And three guitar lessons with Rockin' Billy down the street.
Cause guitars used to make me happy.
And I need some help remembering.

Zach got his hairs cut today and his head looks so teeny and his ears stick out so cute-like.