Today is my car's birthday (with me). A year ago today I picked it up from the dealership and brought it home. For its birthday I'm going to take it in to the shop to get its feet rotated, transmission fluid flushed, sparkplugs checked, etc. And then after today I'm going to try to not drive it for the rest of the week. Happy birthday Paco! You get a rest!

We're hanging out in the dark right now. It's earth hour. Seems like most of the neighbors are participating. I saw a few lights go out exactly at 8. And except for the blinking airplane warning lights, downtown is dark.

We're afraid the dog will try and get away with something and so we've put her in her glow in the dark skeleton t-shirt. At least this way we know where she is.

We only have 3 candles in the house. I guess I'm not much of a candle person these days. Very thankful for my pirates of the caribbean flash light.

I'm going to go take a shower in the dark. Wish me luck.

Check out this perfect little squash I got from Stanleys. Perfect, I say, because it's little. See Zach doesn't like them and so when I roast this one it will be a perfect single serve portion for me. My own little squish.

I also think I got a perfect haircut today. Hard to tell because I haven't washed the product out of it yet but I'm pretty sure it's close to perfect. I don't know if that's ever happened before.

Tomorrow morning we're going to see the greyhounds up at the kennel in Wisconsin. It's been forever since I've been there. I'm excited and I think everyone I ran into today had to have heard about it. Puppehs!

hippity hoppity.  happy easter y'all.

This is a really cute video of a kid and dad drawing the alphabet. Intro credits are a bit long but it's worth it.

By yesterday's end we decided that today we weren't going to do anything. Although it might feel like it to me, I guess today wasn't entirely wasted. I got the dog groomed. Watched Karate Kid. Tried to get myself into google reader. Failed. Watched about 8 more hours of television. Sufficiently burnt myself out on television for the rest of the coming week. Successfully made enough excuses not to go to the gym. Wrote a letter. Finished this thing:



But all that still leaves me feeling like something more needs to be accomplished before I can call it a day. I think I'm going to crawl into bed and reread The Yellow Wallpaper. I hope we see some friends tomorrow.

For the first time in maybe two years I'm completely racked with self doubt.... yet things are going better for me than, well, ever. If it isn't snowy tomorrow maybe I could run very far and fast and work out the butterflies and knots. Like running fast enough and far enough that they can't find you.

What time is it? 9:30? I need to go make a song. Or do some dishes. Or jumping jacks.

Note (not just to self): If you haven't worn your interview suit in two years, you should probably try it on before you make any plans to wear it. Cause, ehem, it may not fit you so well any more.

Feeling better today.

I can't seem to decide what color I like best for this page. It's been green, white, grey, light yellow... I'm so wishy washy lately. In a number of respects.

Last night I dreamed I gave birth. My figure immediately went back down to size and either no one believed me or no one cared that I had just had a baby.

The baby turned out to be a very un-cute blonde cabbage patch doll. I resented the fact that it didn't look anything like Zach or myself. I kept forgetting it places. I am an unfit mother.

Check it out. Here is our beautiful home on streetview!




Rat garden / urban prairie - stage left.

I don't know how I feel about the fact that today you're a leprechaun in streetview.

Deep down I don't know how I feel about St. Patrick's day.
Actually, when exactly did I pick up this sense of elitism? It seems like by third grade it's common knowledge that it's not cool to wear green on St. Patrick's day. But when did I reach the point where I consider not leaving my apartment for the weekend? Seriously, snob. What harm are a bunch of stumbling drunk girls in shamrock pajamas?

I'm tired of blogging. I'm going to go sew.

Today sucked. I was crabby. Cloud over me head. THE END.

Note to self: Don't be so sensitive. When things are going well for you there will always be more people who want to crap on your parade than cheer you along.

Man. I sure can eat a lot.

Love Songs

Five+ shows went on sale and five+ shows sold out. Fortunately I got my tickets before the latter happened. I feel like we're going to see Hannah Montana but no, much better. Today is Magnetic Fields day! Finally! What a great way to celebrate my "new" job! The venue is right by Tank sushi so we can go get tempura goat cheese with walnuts salad before the show.

Stephin Merritt is a song writing machine. I'm expecting/hoping to be completely inspired by the time I get home.

Here's a funny video of his stint with NPR - taking them up on the challenge of writing a song in two days. He's such a funny little grumpybear of a man in his monochromatic brown outfit. So un-amuseable yet utterly amusing:

Link

Hoping we can avoid all St. Pats day drunks. For that reason this is usually my least favorite weekend of every year.....

It's a 25% raise! YES!!!
They're giving me a blackberry! NO!!!

YES!

I have an official job offer! Official! Official! Soon I can go to a dentist again! And and and....

They have to cut my hair to do a drug screen before it's all final. Cut. my. hair. So extreme.

NEWWW KOMPUUUTOR!!!!!

Check

me

out blogosphere.

I am writing to you from my BRAND NEW KOMPUTOR!!

So clean! So slick! So actually functional!
You've got to understand that after years of dealing with that sputtering ibook this is a mind blowing experience. I may as well have been typing on a clamshell all this time. Widgets and a magnetic power cable! What am I to do with myself?! And Photobooth!!!



I just don't know where to start.

buggy. booo...

I seem to have a little bug today. Not coming up with the right things to keep me from feeling restless on couch-rest. I'm very tired of television, and (no offense) the internet is boring me. I've looked at hundreds of photos of baby animals, ordered couch fabric swatches, read about alexander the great on Wikipedia.... And I'm restless. I haven't been sicky in a while and I'm out of practice. I will make a terrible retired person.

On a happier note, here is one of my top picks of the baby animal phtos:



There's a new reality show on Animal Planet about a baby elephant orphanage. Have you seen that crap? Omg. Quality telivision.

Take back the morning

I'm sad. I overslept today and I feel like a total loser. And I'm guessing I expect that I'll feel better if I write about it here.

Master Bedroom

Maybe it was five years ago when my brother and his wife got me this print for Christmas. I forget who the artist is, but I remember that the name of it is "Master Bedroom." At the time I was fostering greyhounds. I didn't have this apartment. I didn't have Fannie. I didn't have Zach. Actually, I think that at that point my bed was a mattress on a floor. And I find it just correct that this is what I see every morning now.