Saturday, February 25, 2006

No eyebrows to been seen here, folks!

My mother used to be a pretty famous ballroom dancer. We’ve got all kinds of big boxes of awards and trophies in the attic. Today I use one of those trophies in the bathroom to hold my toothbrush. But, she doesn’t compete anymore. She still dances like crazy—mostly in our kitchen while steeping over our three dogs-- but she doesn’t compete. So, lately she’s been working on getting rid of her old dresses.

And that’s where I come in…

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet, your model.

Your headless model.

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Mum’s afraid that if someone is able to see my head they’ll somehow be able to track me down (by how you may ask, well don’t) and… I don’t’ know… kill me? Steal the dress she’s selling on E-bay? Not sure. But I did discover that it’s apparently taboo in her mind to take a picture of me and put it up online where someone can see my face. Because the close-up boob shoots apparently don’t bother her maternal mind, but good lord, if someone saw my eyebrows!

P.s. For a tax update: the IRS sucks and I'm about two steps away from beating myself senseless with a big roll of 1040 forms.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Dinner tonight: A bucket of shrimp and handful of Tylenol.

Life is still yuck and despair-y and my brain feels like it’s collapsing in on itself, but things are looking up. My manager just gave me his credit card and told me to buy whatever digital camera I want. Yay. Though, to be honest, it’s not for me, it’s for the “hotel”… which is pretty much like it’s just for me! It’s for me to buy with someone else’s money and for me to use… you know… at work.

So, a question to my two and a half readers:

What camera is a good buy at around 200 (or less) dollars?

I’m a canon fan and have my eye on something like this,
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If the camera gods were smiling on me tonight they’d hook me up with a camera with a wide angled lens so I could take pictures of the insides of our guest rooms, breakfast, and meeting room areas but I don’t know how common at all that is on a digital.

Suggestions, past experiences and random comments very welcome. I have till Saturday morning to buy.

I’m frustrated and teary.

Yesterday started out to be such a beautiful wonderful productive day. I had my taxes done and sent in all early, financial aid paper work was done, scholarship application info was finished, school projects completed and turned in, I got an A on my report, weather was warm. I was having a good hair day, got out of class early to have lunch with beau, got to look all happy and sunny in front of a gloomy person I really don’t like, and my little ivy plant started sprouting roots. Happy days.

Then there was the staying out late with the arguing and sniffles, then the little sleep, the tummy ache, neck ache, finding out that the A got on my report is worth hardly anything in respect to all F’s I’ve gotten on my lab reports and homework from skipped classes, the federal taxes that I did wrong and have to do again, the financial aid and state taxes that got screwed up because of said wrong doing and also need to be fucking done again, though I don’t know how. Then there’s next quarter that I don’t know how to pay for because I don’t have tax return income, the strep throat I might be having, the long day at work I have in an hour and the overall urge to stay at home for the next week or two locked in my room sleeping, crying, and writing to-do lists of things I’ll never get done.

To summarize-- basically everything that seemed great about the other day turned out to make trouble today.

Gawd, I’m in such a shifty bad beat-up pissed-off mood.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

My two most favorite guys-- bro and boy.

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Aren’t they just adorable?

Also, my taxes are officially.... almost done, school financial aid is about done, and I just have a few pages of a paper that's due tomorrow left to write. This is actually further ahead than I ever am.

Saturday, February 18, 2006


I know the world doesn’t really need more grossness, especially after my chicken vein post, but I have to share some pain.

Ladies, imagine this (men, you can try too):
It’s a nice happy relaxed afternoon. You are getting ready to head out to met with uber sex-pot boyfriend. You go through your regular everyday get pretty routine. After you bathe and blow dry your hair you heat up your hair straightening iron. Pop in an Angel DVD. Happy happy. Life is good. Grab a chunk of hair, tug it through the straighten iron-- pretty shiny straight hair. Another handful of hair, another, and another. Then you go to run the iron through yet another chunk but the hair doesn’t seem to slide through.


Then yelp when your little pain sensors finally reach your brain to say, “idiot, hot… hot! HOT!… um… you just sandwiched your earlobe between two hot metal plates. Good job”.

And this is the result after one week of healing and lots of Neosporin.

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E-sympathy requested.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Detail of my new robe:
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God, I have work in seven hours. Time for bed.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Up up and away!

Welcome to the Holiday Inn Express, Folks! Tonight our guests include DUI students, too many children under 5years old, and the Fifth Dimension!

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Yay! I’ve just spent the last twenty minutes telling the band where to find good Italian food in town. For some reason they’re all convinced that I can speak Italian and believe that I am the most highly regarded pizza expert in the West. I almost ruined it when I told them I was eating Donatos for dinner.


Sarah ( -- I don't remember how to do LJcuts anymore) posted her type-9 test results a few days ago and because she's so damn awesome, I have to follow in her foot steps. And like you jie jie, I got a little bit creeped out when I began to read these.

To start off with, I'm a type 5-- "the thinker".

World View: The world is invasive and confusing. I need privacy to think.
Damn straight-- get away from me.

Basic Desire: to understand the world
Or at least the freakin' morons that populate it.

Basic Fear: of being overwhelmed by the world
Euh... maybe not so much, but read on, the rest is very true.

How to Get Along with Me: Be independent, not clingy.
Make me feel welcome, but not too intensely, or I might doubt your sincerity.
and my personal favorite...
Help me to avoid my pet peeves: big parties, other people's loud music, overdone emotions, and intrusions on my privacy.

What I Like About Being a Five:
Being calm in a crisis.

What's Hard About Being a Five
Watching others with better social skills, but less intelligence or technical skill, do better professionally.

Gawd yes.

Prepare to be disgusted.

For those of you that don’t know already, I’ve got a thing with veins. I don’t want to see them, touch me, hurt them, talk about them, blog about them, etc, etc. Cotton balls and veins-- like my Achilles Heel. So, with that in mind, can you imagine how I felt when I saw this in my usual morning Kroger brand Chicken and Stars soup?

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Yeah, those are chicken veins. *Gag* from a very vieny chicken. *Urp*

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That shiny metal thing under the yuck is the wrapper to my poptart, the thing I opted to eat instead of vein soup.

(I apologize for the graphics, I don‘t have adobe Photoshop CS on my computer right now, I‘m working strictly with Paint).

Thursday, February 9, 2006


Okay, I have to share something that’s pissing me off tonight-- what the hell is going on with all these damn historically/culturally accurate representations of momentous romantic badabums? Okay, you love her, she loves you, there was angst, now you hold hands, the sun sparkles, you breath deeply, lean in and then… you just bump foreheads? No! You’re supposed to kiss! Damn it! I don’t care if it wasn’t appropriate to kiss before marriage during the whoknowswhen-century, I want to see the kiss! I remember movies, oh so long ago, cared about the viewers and gave them the kiss no matter what historical sense it made. Okay, so it’s a movie about a romance in India, I can understand that it would perhaps not be appropriate in that culture to kiss before marriage, but it’s appropriate to me and I want to see the kiss. There is no climax-y love moment without it. Damn.

Sunday, February 5, 2006

Pointless bits

I want:
A motorcycle.
A fencing buddy.
and another Betta.

I want:
To have more potted plants.
To have an internal soundtrack.
and to learn Kendo.

I wish:
Word press was easy.
That I traveled more often.
and that I could feel rested without sleep.

I’m going to:
Start stretching more often.
Studying more often.
and sleeping more often.

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Saturday, February 4, 2006

And for those of you interesting the cure for the common cold, please see the below diagram.

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Aleve gives you heart attacks, trust me and my puttering little heart. Stick with Tylenol.


Well, I’m almost an official grownup. My pretty little hotel sent me out of town on business! I left Wednesday night and drove to Indianapolis to stay the night at the Historic Union Station Crowne Plaza.

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*Squee!* Thursday I had an e-commerce training session to learn how to better optimize our website and to better our position on search engines. Not like any of it was anything I couldn’t figure out on my own or ask Spark about. But they paid for meals and 36 cents a mile, so it was worth it.

In spite dealing with the tail end of a cold, the trip went by with few catastrophes. It took driving around the block 6 times before I could find the hotel, but that’s not so bad considering the sideways sleeting rain that interfered with my internal compass. Thursday I woke up with an hour and a half to get ready but still had to run to get to the meeting on time because for some reason, one of my pant legs was hemmed up to a nice appropriate length and the other was dragging on the ground. I fixed that with some last minute safety-pinning.

The meeting went by smoothly but was not overtly friendly. I cannot help, even with a mask of makeup, but look like I’m 15 years old. And my attempt at “conservative dress”, gray dress pants, black high-heeled boots and a white button-up, made me look like a waitress. Not even the way-pushed-up cleavage could help. In this meeting we had about 8 Property Managers, and about 8 Marketing and Sales Managers, and then me… the front desk girl. Thank God I managed to not suck my thumb.

After those joyous 9 hours of fun, it was back home… in the rain again.

And I switched the design around again because the last one had shitty text formatting.