Any old who, Kate sent me some photos of our last night out...hope ya'll enjoy.
From L to R, Tony, Kate, Marc, Tara, Me.
I look so transcendental.
Me and my friend Marc, who says "WHAAW!" Mike Ness-Style.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Last Night Pics
So I am now able to get out of bed without sneezing all over myself, which means it's time for a job! My days of leisurely playing The Sims is OVAH. Wish me luck, I need the money. My vet bill (just the check-up & shots, not including boarding) is so high I don't know when I'll be able to get my kitties out of hock.
Any old who, Kate sent me some photos of our last night out...hope ya'll enjoy.
From L to R, Tony, Kate, Marc, Tara, Me.
I look so transcendental.
Me and my friend Marc, who says "WHAAW!" Mike Ness-Style.
Any old who, Kate sent me some photos of our last night out...hope ya'll enjoy.
From L to R, Tony, Kate, Marc, Tara, Me.
I look so transcendental.
Me and my friend Marc, who says "WHAAW!" Mike Ness-Style.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Yeeeah, sorry...
Looks like one of B.'s bad habits (not posting often enough) is already rubbing off on me. The past week has gone by in a whirl. I celebrated my arrival in The land of 10K lakes by promptly getting a cold. Which I still have. So If I have not called you, I'm very very sorry. It's not that I'm not thinking about you, because I AM. I've just been sick, and I'll have to get a new cell provider, Alltell gets zero reception up here.
But I love you all and miss you all and will talk to you very soon!
Lots to tell. Well, Some to tell. Okay...mere scraps to tell. Stay tuned.
Mwah.
But I love you all and miss you all and will talk to you very soon!
Lots to tell. Well, Some to tell. Okay...mere scraps to tell. Stay tuned.
Mwah.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Wandering...
So this week I made my emotional goodbyes to family, friends, car, home and assorted possesions and make the trek up to Minnesota. Just me, my dad, two cats and all of my earthly fortune. We set off monday morning, and stopped monday afternoon. In a traffic jam. For three hours.
Damn you, Chemical Spill!!!
Eventually we made our way up to my brother's place in Knoxville, where he took me to work with him at WUTK "The Rock". I got to pick out a song for his show (Autolux: Turnstile Blues) and squeak a hello over the air. I also pillaged the freebie cabinet, pirate-style.
Tuedsay we set out from Tennessee, which was by far the most pleasant part of the trip, the portion from Knoxville up into Kentucky. We passed by the Original, first ever, KFC...which I quickly dismissed as a dinner option.
Indianapolis was unremarkable, other than parts of it smelled a lot like sweetgrass.
Rural Illinois...what can I say? Flat, Farmy, and after hours on end of flat and farmy, Grueling.
Wisconsin was actually quite pretty in a very Winslow Homer sort of way. We stopped at a huge wall of rock that as it turns out, was an Island in what used to be a glacial lake. We saw lots of cows, Buffalo (!) and HOLY CRAP the Deer are HUGE here. They make the Deer found in SC look dwarfy.
I crossed the Mississippi river for the first time that I can remember when we travelled through the Twin Cities, and with the perfectly cool, sunny weather it would have been an ideal arrival, except that we arrived right in the middle of
Rush Hour. I was suddenly glad I sold my car.
My dad and brother and B. managed to get all my stuff in a 5 x 10 storage space in like...less than an hour. My dad and brother took off right after, heading back south. I was sad to see them go, but I feel better now that I am here. The cats are currently boarding at a really great facility that lets me come visit every day until we get into our apartment. Now, unbelieveably...I'm going to wash B.'s clothes and make his dinner. It sounds revolting, I know. But he's at work and there is little else to do. Besides, I miss cooking at the moment. It will give me the feeling that everything is still somewhat normal. Of course I'm making southern food.
What did you expect?
Damn you, Chemical Spill!!!
Eventually we made our way up to my brother's place in Knoxville, where he took me to work with him at WUTK "The Rock". I got to pick out a song for his show (Autolux: Turnstile Blues) and squeak a hello over the air. I also pillaged the freebie cabinet, pirate-style.
Tuedsay we set out from Tennessee, which was by far the most pleasant part of the trip, the portion from Knoxville up into Kentucky. We passed by the Original, first ever, KFC...which I quickly dismissed as a dinner option.
Indianapolis was unremarkable, other than parts of it smelled a lot like sweetgrass.
Rural Illinois...what can I say? Flat, Farmy, and after hours on end of flat and farmy, Grueling.
Wisconsin was actually quite pretty in a very Winslow Homer sort of way. We stopped at a huge wall of rock that as it turns out, was an Island in what used to be a glacial lake. We saw lots of cows, Buffalo (!) and HOLY CRAP the Deer are HUGE here. They make the Deer found in SC look dwarfy.
I crossed the Mississippi river for the first time that I can remember when we travelled through the Twin Cities, and with the perfectly cool, sunny weather it would have been an ideal arrival, except that we arrived right in the middle of
Rush Hour. I was suddenly glad I sold my car.
My dad and brother and B. managed to get all my stuff in a 5 x 10 storage space in like...less than an hour. My dad and brother took off right after, heading back south. I was sad to see them go, but I feel better now that I am here. The cats are currently boarding at a really great facility that lets me come visit every day until we get into our apartment. Now, unbelieveably...I'm going to wash B.'s clothes and make his dinner. It sounds revolting, I know. But he's at work and there is little else to do. Besides, I miss cooking at the moment. It will give me the feeling that everything is still somewhat normal. Of course I'm making southern food.
What did you expect?
Thursday, May 11, 2006
And Oh! How the mighty did fall!
Going through some old school papers, I found an article that I had saved from many, many years ago (way back in those dark ages known as "the 90's") entitled Working Our Nerves: Those Stupid Frigging Mentos Commercials.
Holy crap! An old article from the back page of Sassy Magazine! JOY!!!
I attribute so much of my individuality to reading Sassy in those formative teenaged years. Sassy, unlike it's fluffy counterparts YM and Seventeen, encouraged political and critical thinking, creativity, and individual style. In the pages of Sassy you could find articles about Gay teens, The Ecology of the Amazonian Rainforests, Reader fiction, the Zine of the month, and so on and so on. I don't ever recall seeing a single diet plan (in fact, one of the most hilarious articles was a staff sampling of various junk foods), or tips on how to win a boyfriend. Sassy treated its readers, us teenaged girls, as intelligent young people capable of thinking of something other than what to wear to prom.
And the music! Don't even get me started. If not for Sassy, I never would have known about The Lemonheads, Superchunk, Juliana Hatfield and Shonen Knife were. I never would have thought of Iggy Pop or Mike D of the Beastie Boys capable of giving sound advice in the "Dear Boy" monthly column, and I never would have picked up a Poppy Z. Brite book (not that I still read Ms. Brite, but I do admit how important her writing was when it came to the way I read) and I would not have known about places like CBGB.
That was until March 1995. I hadn't gotten an issue in 3 months and was starting to get PISSED, I had just renewed my subscription for another year. When it finally arrived, I was at first confused, then crestfallen, then furious. My beloved Sassy was gone forever. Still alive in Name only, the magazine had been sold to a Los Angeles Publishing company who were also to blame for Teen magazine, of which I only ever bought ONE issue in my entire teenage years. Nervous at pressure from advertisers who found Sassy to be a bit too cutting-edge for teenage girls (god forbid we don't have someone telling us how to think) the entire publication was "revamped" from cover to cover. Evan Dando, Sonic Youth and Cowboy Fashion were booted out in favor of Quizzes about which celebrity you were meant to date and how to cure your zits. I still shake my fist over this from time to time, though it's nothing compared to my outrage at the time. The remainder of my subscription would promptly go from mailbox to trash can, and I felt a sick relief when the magazine folded soon after.
To see why Sassy was so great, I suggest checking out Sissy, which is the last issue of Sassy, scrapped when the magazine was sold. Also check out Lisa Jervis' Salon.com Article on the Death of Sassy and Why Sassy made Irene Dispatch Flush Glamour.
That's my two cents.
Holy crap! An old article from the back page of Sassy Magazine! JOY!!!
I attribute so much of my individuality to reading Sassy in those formative teenaged years. Sassy, unlike it's fluffy counterparts YM and Seventeen, encouraged political and critical thinking, creativity, and individual style. In the pages of Sassy you could find articles about Gay teens, The Ecology of the Amazonian Rainforests, Reader fiction, the Zine of the month, and so on and so on. I don't ever recall seeing a single diet plan (in fact, one of the most hilarious articles was a staff sampling of various junk foods), or tips on how to win a boyfriend. Sassy treated its readers, us teenaged girls, as intelligent young people capable of thinking of something other than what to wear to prom.
And the music! Don't even get me started. If not for Sassy, I never would have known about The Lemonheads, Superchunk, Juliana Hatfield and Shonen Knife were. I never would have thought of Iggy Pop or Mike D of the Beastie Boys capable of giving sound advice in the "Dear Boy" monthly column, and I never would have picked up a Poppy Z. Brite book (not that I still read Ms. Brite, but I do admit how important her writing was when it came to the way I read) and I would not have known about places like CBGB.
That was until March 1995. I hadn't gotten an issue in 3 months and was starting to get PISSED, I had just renewed my subscription for another year. When it finally arrived, I was at first confused, then crestfallen, then furious. My beloved Sassy was gone forever. Still alive in Name only, the magazine had been sold to a Los Angeles Publishing company who were also to blame for Teen magazine, of which I only ever bought ONE issue in my entire teenage years. Nervous at pressure from advertisers who found Sassy to be a bit too cutting-edge for teenage girls (god forbid we don't have someone telling us how to think) the entire publication was "revamped" from cover to cover. Evan Dando, Sonic Youth and Cowboy Fashion were booted out in favor of Quizzes about which celebrity you were meant to date and how to cure your zits. I still shake my fist over this from time to time, though it's nothing compared to my outrage at the time. The remainder of my subscription would promptly go from mailbox to trash can, and I felt a sick relief when the magazine folded soon after.
To see why Sassy was so great, I suggest checking out Sissy, which is the last issue of Sassy, scrapped when the magazine was sold. Also check out Lisa Jervis' Salon.com Article on the Death of Sassy and Why Sassy made Irene Dispatch Flush Glamour.
That's my two cents.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Almost Done!
I am ex.haus.ted. I've had enough cardboard, newspapers, brooms and trashbags to last me through the rest of the year.
When you move, you re-discover things you had lost or forgotten...and here is one I just HAVE to share with you...
What you are seeing, other than my adorable feet, is a gourmet raspberry-creme filled chocolate.
Shaped like a shrimp.
These were my valentines day candy last year. I knew one day I would tell the world about chocolate shrimp!!!
I took great pride in throwing away this Sheryl Crow CD. WHO the hell was dumb enough to give that to me anyway?!?
My last night in Columbia may turn into an event. A laser-tag/go-cart event. Frankie's Fun Park deserves its own farewell too, I think!
When you move, you re-discover things you had lost or forgotten...and here is one I just HAVE to share with you...
What you are seeing, other than my adorable feet, is a gourmet raspberry-creme filled chocolate.
Shaped like a shrimp.
These were my valentines day candy last year. I knew one day I would tell the world about chocolate shrimp!!!
I took great pride in throwing away this Sheryl Crow CD. WHO the hell was dumb enough to give that to me anyway?!?
My last night in Columbia may turn into an event. A laser-tag/go-cart event. Frankie's Fun Park deserves its own farewell too, I think!
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Law & Order withdrawls! Damn You, Basketball!!!
In lieu of actually saying something, here are some pictures I took today...
Me and one of my Bestest friends in the world, Trevor.
My face always looks so damned ROUND next to Christina's! Dammit!
I get fuzzy love!
A cat. An Elephant. Some shoes.
Mister Grumpy Face!
Check out my Cheekbone!!!
Blue teardrop Necklace made by yours truly.
Bead necklace handcrafted and presented to Amber as graduation gift...also by me!
Me and one of my Bestest friends in the world, Trevor.
My face always looks so damned ROUND next to Christina's! Dammit!
I get fuzzy love!
A cat. An Elephant. Some shoes.
Mister Grumpy Face!
Check out my Cheekbone!!!
Blue teardrop Necklace made by yours truly.
Bead necklace handcrafted and presented to Amber as graduation gift...also by me!
Saturday, May 06, 2006
The Further Packing Adventures of Punkrakwbethies
I love how craft night at my house turns into Drinking & Dancing night at the Art Bar, but Hey! No complaints! I was wanting to go to my favoite place with my favorite girls (Read: Crystal, Ash, Kate, Tara didn't make it), and wouldn't you know that my last night (for who knows how long) at the Art Bar was also my first night Dancing with my Divas? We left around 12ish, when my eyes were beginning to sting from the smoke. I couldn't help feeling sad that a) this would probably be the last time in a looong time we all got to hang out together and b) Ash forgot her blasted camera! Seeing Crystal sipping a Jagerbomb while wailing "I Can't Chug!!!" was somehow worth it all. Take my word for it, it was SO CUTE!!!
Of course last nights festivies equaled me waking up feeling like I'd been steamrolled. I decided that twenty eight was indeed too old to be getting hangovers, and have therefore sworn off Jagerbombs.
Today I'm resisting the urge to go to the fabric stores (I found a reeeeallly great one in Northeast) and am instead packing. Today I've packed all the clothes except for what I'll wear this coming week, and the extra towels and sheets. If I could only get rid of some of this furniture I'd be blasted DONE! Then all I would have to do is sit back and craft until next saturday, when we'll be loading up the van. I've started doing Embriodery, and am now devouring the floss aisle at Hobby Lobby. I must get EVERY. FLIPPING. COLOR. EVAR.
NOOOOOO!!!!!
Speaking of...please check out Divas. I updated today. Go there. Or face my wrath, puny one!
Of course last nights festivies equaled me waking up feeling like I'd been steamrolled. I decided that twenty eight was indeed too old to be getting hangovers, and have therefore sworn off Jagerbombs.
Today I'm resisting the urge to go to the fabric stores (I found a reeeeallly great one in Northeast) and am instead packing. Today I've packed all the clothes except for what I'll wear this coming week, and the extra towels and sheets. If I could only get rid of some of this furniture I'd be blasted DONE! Then all I would have to do is sit back and craft until next saturday, when we'll be loading up the van. I've started doing Embriodery, and am now devouring the floss aisle at Hobby Lobby. I must get EVERY. FLIPPING. COLOR. EVAR.
NOOOOOO!!!!!
Speaking of...please check out Divas. I updated today. Go there. Or face my wrath, puny one!
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Three Things to keep me from packing...
3 Names you go By: Beth, Bethies, Lynda
3 Screen Names you Have Had: Bee, Punkrawkbethies, The Moxie Proxy
3 Things you Like about Yourself: Geeky, Smarmy, Funny
3 Things you Don't Like about Yourself: whiny, bad speller, cranky
3 Parts of Your Heritage: Norwegian, Jewish, French
3 Things that Scare You: riding shotgun with my brother driving, clowns, roosters
3 of Your Everyday Essentials: Crafts, food of some sort, a nighttime bath
3 Things you are Wearing Right Now: skirt, t-shirt, flip-flops
3 of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists: Arcade Fire, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Radiohead
3 of Your Favorite Songs: "Tunnels" Arcade Fire, "Photobooth" Death Cab for Cutie, "Wig in a Box" Hedwig & the Angry Inch
3 Things you Want to Try in the Next 12 Months: Make some friends in a new city, teach Bobi how to cook, do some volunteer work.
3 Things You Want in a Relationship: Companionship, sense of humor, intellect.
2 Truths and a Lie: I prefer salty snacks to sweet snacks. I'd rather have Potato chips than Ice cream. I dislike chocolate.
3 Things about the Opposite Sex that Appeal to You: Brains, Brawn, Boink-ability.
3 Things about the Same Sex that Appeal to You: Ease of conversation, sense of humor, buy me lunch.
3 Things you Just Cannot Do: bring myself to do more packing today, rollerskate, live with my mother.
3 of Your Favorite Hobbies: Crafting, Cooking, Law & Ordering
3 Things You Want to do Really Bad Right Now: To see my manz, to hire a moving company, to go shopping for craft supplies.
3 Careers you are Considering: Freelance Blogger, Buyer, International Superstar
3 Places You Want to Go on Vacation: Europe, Japan, Aspen
3 Kids Names: Robert, Claire, Qwendravius 1-9
3 Things you Want to Do Before you Die: finish my degree, fix my credit, kiss my man.
3 Ways you are Stereotypically a Boy: I like beer, I like Pizza, I like sex.
3 Ways you are Stereotypically a Chick: I get irrational and cranky once a month, I like shopping, I collect shoes.
3 Celeb Crushes: James Marsters, Vincent D'Onofrio, Christian Kane
3 People You Would Like to Complete This Quiz: Lex Luthor, The Easter Bunny, My Gal Friday.
3 Screen Names you Have Had: Bee, Punkrawkbethies, The Moxie Proxy
3 Things you Like about Yourself: Geeky, Smarmy, Funny
3 Things you Don't Like about Yourself: whiny, bad speller, cranky
3 Parts of Your Heritage: Norwegian, Jewish, French
3 Things that Scare You: riding shotgun with my brother driving, clowns, roosters
3 of Your Everyday Essentials: Crafts, food of some sort, a nighttime bath
3 Things you are Wearing Right Now: skirt, t-shirt, flip-flops
3 of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists: Arcade Fire, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Radiohead
3 of Your Favorite Songs: "Tunnels" Arcade Fire, "Photobooth" Death Cab for Cutie, "Wig in a Box" Hedwig & the Angry Inch
3 Things you Want to Try in the Next 12 Months: Make some friends in a new city, teach Bobi how to cook, do some volunteer work.
3 Things You Want in a Relationship: Companionship, sense of humor, intellect.
2 Truths and a Lie: I prefer salty snacks to sweet snacks. I'd rather have Potato chips than Ice cream. I dislike chocolate.
3 Things about the Opposite Sex that Appeal to You: Brains, Brawn, Boink-ability.
3 Things about the Same Sex that Appeal to You: Ease of conversation, sense of humor, buy me lunch.
3 Things you Just Cannot Do: bring myself to do more packing today, rollerskate, live with my mother.
3 of Your Favorite Hobbies: Crafting, Cooking, Law & Ordering
3 Things You Want to do Really Bad Right Now: To see my manz, to hire a moving company, to go shopping for craft supplies.
3 Careers you are Considering: Freelance Blogger, Buyer, International Superstar
3 Places You Want to Go on Vacation: Europe, Japan, Aspen
3 Kids Names: Robert, Claire, Qwendravius 1-9
3 Things you Want to Do Before you Die: finish my degree, fix my credit, kiss my man.
3 Ways you are Stereotypically a Boy: I like beer, I like Pizza, I like sex.
3 Ways you are Stereotypically a Chick: I get irrational and cranky once a month, I like shopping, I collect shoes.
3 Celeb Crushes: James Marsters, Vincent D'Onofrio, Christian Kane
3 People You Would Like to Complete This Quiz: Lex Luthor, The Easter Bunny, My Gal Friday.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Packing
Unpacking is never a big deal to me, in fact that's my favorite part of moving. It's the packing that sucks. Weeding out all the stuff you don't need or want, wrapping the breakables, marking boxes, it all sucks.
Usually I'm able to be very business-like about it, but this time It feels so much more personal. It took me two years to turn my little apartment into home, and I AM going to miss the cheap rent and hardwood floors. Not to mention I've always loved Columbia, the perfect mix of city and town.
To celebrate the last two years, and give my apartment and Columbia the proper send-off, here are some of my favorite memories from this place:
Me, my short hair, my granny afgan and my fat cat.
Sometimes I hate 1950's advertising. Stupid disembodied head!!! This was at the Old Mill Antique Mall
Having my manz in my kitchen made me SO HAPPY!!!
Skylar and Yoshimi (a black belt in Karate) before the dog was banned from my house for making indoor poo.
Tiki man and Papsan Chair both fell victim to the Moving Sale. Farewell!!!
Yes, it's me in my underwear.
Tara and a very convincing Tammy Faye at Art Bar Halloween.
Two of my paintings.
Mollie and Buddy.
Another one of my paintings, along with the Drapes I made (thanks, Ash!) and the entertainment center I put together.
Me and Crystal look like an Orbit Commercial. Brilliant!
Usually I'm able to be very business-like about it, but this time It feels so much more personal. It took me two years to turn my little apartment into home, and I AM going to miss the cheap rent and hardwood floors. Not to mention I've always loved Columbia, the perfect mix of city and town.
To celebrate the last two years, and give my apartment and Columbia the proper send-off, here are some of my favorite memories from this place:
Me, my short hair, my granny afgan and my fat cat.
Sometimes I hate 1950's advertising. Stupid disembodied head!!! This was at the Old Mill Antique Mall
Having my manz in my kitchen made me SO HAPPY!!!
Skylar and Yoshimi (a black belt in Karate) before the dog was banned from my house for making indoor poo.
Tiki man and Papsan Chair both fell victim to the Moving Sale. Farewell!!!
Yes, it's me in my underwear.
Tara and a very convincing Tammy Faye at Art Bar Halloween.
Two of my paintings.
Mollie and Buddy.
Another one of my paintings, along with the Drapes I made (thanks, Ash!) and the entertainment center I put together.
Me and Crystal look like an Orbit Commercial. Brilliant!
Monday, May 01, 2006
I get MAD Love!!!!
No matter what else happens for the rest of the day, even if it's news I don't want to hear about the apartment, NOTHING will bring me down after seeing This.
Bobi and Spinning Girl can BOTH stuff it!!! I've Got my OWN 'Ode to Me' Now! Well, maybe not so much an "Ode" as an "interperative dance", but in my opinion FAR better. Who needs stuffy old Odes anyway?
Ashley is way more than forgiven for missing my stupid moving sale for that! Girlfriend, where'd you learn to shake your booty like that?
Huge Hugs and Smiles all around!!!
Bobi and Spinning Girl can BOTH stuff it!!! I've Got my OWN 'Ode to Me' Now! Well, maybe not so much an "Ode" as an "interperative dance", but in my opinion FAR better. Who needs stuffy old Odes anyway?
Ashley is way more than forgiven for missing my stupid moving sale for that! Girlfriend, where'd you learn to shake your booty like that?
Huge Hugs and Smiles all around!!!
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Duck!
When I say "duck", I am not referring to the cute little waterfowl that waddles around going "wah-waaaah", I am referring to the act of taking cover or shielding yourself from potential airborn harm.
Like an egg.
Last night I was standing on my front porch with my friend Marc when I noticed an older vehicle driving ever so sloooooooowly past my house. A white, oval-shaped missle sailed over in my direction and hit the ground just a few feet away. The car sped up and Marc said "You just got EGGED!!! That was AWESOME"! Me, being sober, did NOT think it was entirely awesome. I opened my front door and said to Kate and Tara, "I don't think you'll believe what just happened to me. Seriously. Wildest Guess?"
Whoever threw the damn thing was aiming for ME, not the house, not Marc. Someone wanted to break an egg. On ME. Who would throw an egg at me?
Who indeed?
Like an egg.
Last night I was standing on my front porch with my friend Marc when I noticed an older vehicle driving ever so sloooooooowly past my house. A white, oval-shaped missle sailed over in my direction and hit the ground just a few feet away. The car sped up and Marc said "You just got EGGED!!! That was AWESOME"! Me, being sober, did NOT think it was entirely awesome. I opened my front door and said to Kate and Tara, "I don't think you'll believe what just happened to me. Seriously. Wildest Guess?"
Whoever threw the damn thing was aiming for ME, not the house, not Marc. Someone wanted to break an egg. On ME. Who would throw an egg at me?
Who indeed?
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Photoramadamadingdong!
This past weekend, as I'm *sure* I mentioned, I went to visit my manz in MN. It was wonderful! The weather was in the upper 50's with a breeze and lotsa sunshine, we did much eating & drinking, I met and was well-recieved by family, and we had an otherwise NC-17 time.
We did however take a trip to the Sculpture Gardens in Minneapolis. Here are just a few photographic memos:
Prometheus strangles the Vulture statue.
This awesome Geo-dome thingie with lots of stuff "caught" in the dome portion. Here is a turtle.
My favorite! A big Glass Fish!!! Inside was sculpted metal and wood "innards". I could have sat down and stared at this for hours. Beautiful!!!
I am a master of Optical Illusion!!! Here I am at the famous Giant Cherry-On-A-Spoon Bridge/Fountain thingie.
Not taken at sculpture gardens, but on the Boy's previously-mentioned big overstuffed fake leather couch later that day. My forehead consists of what, like...70 percent of this picture? SADE!!!
We did however take a trip to the Sculpture Gardens in Minneapolis. Here are just a few photographic memos:
Prometheus strangles the Vulture statue.
This awesome Geo-dome thingie with lots of stuff "caught" in the dome portion. Here is a turtle.
My favorite! A big Glass Fish!!! Inside was sculpted metal and wood "innards". I could have sat down and stared at this for hours. Beautiful!!!
I am a master of Optical Illusion!!! Here I am at the famous Giant Cherry-On-A-Spoon Bridge/Fountain thingie.
Not taken at sculpture gardens, but on the Boy's previously-mentioned big overstuffed fake leather couch later that day. My forehead consists of what, like...70 percent of this picture? SADE!!!
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Seriously. Shut up, dogs.
My poor feet! I wore heels all. day. When I took them off (FINALLY!!!) I was somewhat reminded of cartoon feet, all red and pulsing, with little shock lines coming off of them. One thing to add to my grocery list is Dr. Scholl's insoles for women. I bought a suit today, Yes! A suit! Mostly because for my work you have to have at least one very suity suit, and I've got two big client meetings on monday. And also because it was MAJORLY on sale at the Crate, which is a place I normally avoid like the plague. For some reason today I went in there and left with a very nice (too lazy to go check the label) suit for $31.00!!! It's also nice that this is the first time in...oh, three years that I've been able to shop at the Crate, due to the de-fattening of my ass. (Total weight lost since January: 19 lbs.)
Oh, and if you guys have been wondering where the pictures are from this past weekend's trek to MN, well...so have I. Bobi was suppossed to send them to me last night. I even made a special post-bedtime phone call to remind him. He's so adorably forgetful.
I have to be out of my apartment in 4 weeks. I haven't packed a damn thing. I've not prepared for my moving sale this weekend. I haven't been on the ball with my job. I've got so much to do.
I think I'll go get some chinese dumplings and watch Lost with Skylar.
Oh, and if you guys have been wondering where the pictures are from this past weekend's trek to MN, well...so have I. Bobi was suppossed to send them to me last night. I even made a special post-bedtime phone call to remind him. He's so adorably forgetful.
I have to be out of my apartment in 4 weeks. I haven't packed a damn thing. I've not prepared for my moving sale this weekend. I haven't been on the ball with my job. I've got so much to do.
I think I'll go get some chinese dumplings and watch Lost with Skylar.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Norse Grog for Your Ambulance Driver
It's 7:30 a.m. eastern-standard time. I was just sitting here, enjoying a cup o' thick & muddy (Norse Grog, compliments of B.'s mom, Delicious!) when someone starts pounding on my door.
I tiptoe to the front door and peek out the window. Where I see an ambulance. What the...? So I open the door a hair and look out. It's my friend Marc! Unexpected visits from friends are always nice...just more so when I've brushed my teeth and put on a bra and also more clothes. He laughed and said they had to drop off a patient at the nearby hospital and he thought they'd pull into my drive way with the sirens/lights going, except he didn't want to wake the crackheads. So I gave him some coffee and sent him on his merry. Boys. I suspect this was a fact-finding mission to see what my friend Kate told him about their outing to New Brookland Tavern this weekend.
I hate it when my friends make a Horses Ass out of themselves. And I'm not around to see it.
Has anyone seen the trailer for The Promise? It looks to be quite good.
I tiptoe to the front door and peek out the window. Where I see an ambulance. What the...? So I open the door a hair and look out. It's my friend Marc! Unexpected visits from friends are always nice...just more so when I've brushed my teeth and put on a bra and also more clothes. He laughed and said they had to drop off a patient at the nearby hospital and he thought they'd pull into my drive way with the sirens/lights going, except he didn't want to wake the crackheads. So I gave him some coffee and sent him on his merry. Boys. I suspect this was a fact-finding mission to see what my friend Kate told him about their outing to New Brookland Tavern this weekend.
I hate it when my friends make a Horses Ass out of themselves. And I'm not around to see it.
Has anyone seen the trailer for The Promise? It looks to be quite good.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Boys are dirty!
Let's just say that the red carpet was not quite as unfurled for the second visit, cleaning-wise.
That bathroom. Dear gods. Nothing will get that many layers of toothpaste globbies out of the sink short of napalm. And I CAN NOT stress enough, the importance of a bath mat.
Other than the messiness that is my love's apaprtment, it was the perfect weekend.
Per. Fect.
Here's something my manz concoted, with a little help from me.
1. The evil villain summons a ball of energy to destroy the Earth in five minutes. You…
a) Stall for time, knowing (like DBZ) this five minutes will take forty episodes.
b) Run like hell for that last piece of cake you were saving.
c) Selflessly throw yourself at the villain, only to find out he was just kinda gay for you.
d) Realize that you’ve been on peyote for, like, six days and it might be all in your head?
Of course I would normally go with D, peyote. However...what kind of cake are we talking about here? Because if "Cheese" or "Red Velvet" is the prefix, then most definitely B.
2. Waffles or a straight bottle of Worcesth… Worchse… Worschestshcesiter… you know what I’m asking.
Waffles, Belgian Waffles
3. 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000?
a) Hair.
b) A bunny in a snowsuit?
c) I’ve determined the velocity of my homework so well that it could be anywhere in the universe.
d) Yitzak Rabin.
I will, of course go with my own answer, B. A bunny in a snowsuit.
4. You want soup or salad with that?
If you have Bleu Cheese Vineagrette, then salad. If you have Ministrone, then soup. If you have neither, then lemons. If you have both, then Billy Idol. With Lemon.
5. Of the movies, “Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves”, “I, Robot”, “Johnny Mnemonic”, and “Steel Magnolias”, which one would you most likely show at your nephew’s bris?
I have a nephew? What has my brother been up to? "School", indeed!
6.
a) You didn’t ask anything.
b) Yes, I did.
c) My hair smells like tumescence!
d) I always wear flip-flops in the shower!
After this weekend, I will always wear flip-flops in yourshower.
7. Alan Rickman stars in a new action/thriller/comedy/drama about a man with one leg who must save a young boy from his psychotic, axe-wielding mother at Christmas-time, all while resolving his commitment issues with his girlfriend, Shirlena. What is the title?
Moonstruck
8. Who would you more like to see as a Celebrity Jedi Chef? Dennis Hopper or Sidney Poitier?
Hopper. But only if he screams at the top of his lungs "HEINEKEN?!? FUCK THATSHIT!!! PABST BLUE RIBBON!!!
9. It’s about 50 ft at a 23 degree angle to the green. You’re in the rough, the sun is in your eyes, and there’s a stiff wind from the northeast. Do you
a) Call in an airstrike and nuke those bastards to hell!
b) Calmly inform Reginald that no, you won’t be having “the usual” today, and Susan can put away the bottles.
c) Slowly disrobe and adopt a pose of placid contemplation.
d) Hum the “Meow Mix” song.
Meow meow meow meow/meow meow meow meow/meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow!
(I actually had to hum that as I typed all those 'meows' to ensure I got it right)
10. You turn your Bag of Holding inside out, effectively creating an uncontained infinite space in a finite space. The limits of reality warp and you are now able to instantaneously go anywhere without moving at all. Where do you go besides Hoboken, NJ?
Billy Idol's Lemon Slice.
That bathroom. Dear gods. Nothing will get that many layers of toothpaste globbies out of the sink short of napalm. And I CAN NOT stress enough, the importance of a bath mat.
Other than the messiness that is my love's apaprtment, it was the perfect weekend.
Per. Fect.
Here's something my manz concoted, with a little help from me.
1. The evil villain summons a ball of energy to destroy the Earth in five minutes. You…
a) Stall for time, knowing (like DBZ) this five minutes will take forty episodes.
b) Run like hell for that last piece of cake you were saving.
c) Selflessly throw yourself at the villain, only to find out he was just kinda gay for you.
d) Realize that you’ve been on peyote for, like, six days and it might be all in your head?
Of course I would normally go with D, peyote. However...what kind of cake are we talking about here? Because if "Cheese" or "Red Velvet" is the prefix, then most definitely B.
2. Waffles or a straight bottle of Worcesth… Worchse… Worschestshcesiter… you know what I’m asking.
Waffles, Belgian Waffles
3. 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000?
a) Hair.
b) A bunny in a snowsuit?
c) I’ve determined the velocity of my homework so well that it could be anywhere in the universe.
d) Yitzak Rabin.
I will, of course go with my own answer, B. A bunny in a snowsuit.
4. You want soup or salad with that?
If you have Bleu Cheese Vineagrette, then salad. If you have Ministrone, then soup. If you have neither, then lemons. If you have both, then Billy Idol. With Lemon.
5. Of the movies, “Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves”, “I, Robot”, “Johnny Mnemonic”, and “Steel Magnolias”, which one would you most likely show at your nephew’s bris?
I have a nephew? What has my brother been up to? "School", indeed!
6.
a) You didn’t ask anything.
b) Yes, I did.
c) My hair smells like tumescence!
d) I always wear flip-flops in the shower!
After this weekend, I will always wear flip-flops in yourshower.
7. Alan Rickman stars in a new action/thriller/comedy/drama about a man with one leg who must save a young boy from his psychotic, axe-wielding mother at Christmas-time, all while resolving his commitment issues with his girlfriend, Shirlena. What is the title?
Moonstruck
8. Who would you more like to see as a Celebrity Jedi Chef? Dennis Hopper or Sidney Poitier?
Hopper. But only if he screams at the top of his lungs "HEINEKEN?!? FUCK THATSHIT!!! PABST BLUE RIBBON!!!
9. It’s about 50 ft at a 23 degree angle to the green. You’re in the rough, the sun is in your eyes, and there’s a stiff wind from the northeast. Do you
a) Call in an airstrike and nuke those bastards to hell!
b) Calmly inform Reginald that no, you won’t be having “the usual” today, and Susan can put away the bottles.
c) Slowly disrobe and adopt a pose of placid contemplation.
d) Hum the “Meow Mix” song.
Meow meow meow meow/meow meow meow meow/meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow!
(I actually had to hum that as I typed all those 'meows' to ensure I got it right)
10. You turn your Bag of Holding inside out, effectively creating an uncontained infinite space in a finite space. The limits of reality warp and you are now able to instantaneously go anywhere without moving at all. Where do you go besides Hoboken, NJ?
Billy Idol's Lemon Slice.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Greetings from MN!
Yesterday when I left Columbia it was already climbing rapidly twords 80 degrees. I would guesstimate it's in the lower 50's here. And it feels awesome. So far, other than the Hardest Seats Ever in the Beer Can of A Plane, it's been a great visit. I got to meet Tolbs! He is now my Jeopardy/Tetris coach.
Today at lunch I get to meet the family. Here's hoping all my food makes it to my mouth.
OH! And, as promised...Some of my painstakingly hand-made jewlery.
Green Beads
BALLS!!!
More Green Beads
Silver Triple-strand bracelet with amber beads
Today at lunch I get to meet the family. Here's hoping all my food makes it to my mouth.
OH! And, as promised...Some of my painstakingly hand-made jewlery.
Green Beads
BALLS!!!
More Green Beads
Silver Triple-strand bracelet with amber beads
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Two Numbered Posts In One Day!
Stolen from Spinning Girl, Six Oddities about myself.
1. I like to make words up and then force them into everyday jargon. Words like...Hellosical, The Meep-Meep, and Wibble. Okay, Wibble isn't mine, it's B's, but I still use it.
2. I am totally addicted to the VH1 "I love the ____" shows. The 70's, 80's, 90's, Holidays, Toys. And no matter how many times I've seen them, if they are on, I must watch. Call it a Hal Sparks thing.
3. I could eat Cool Whip by the gallon. PLAIN.
4. I find it completely impossible to sleep in the middle of the bed. I MUST have a side! But this frustrates me, because here I (or rather, my ex) paid for all this bed and there's half of it, just going to waste!
5. I really really love the smell of scotch tape. Smells like christmas.
6. My new obsession is making jewlery while watching stand up comedy. Of course this means it takes longer to make stuff, because everytime I laugh, beads go a'flying!
1. I like to make words up and then force them into everyday jargon. Words like...Hellosical, The Meep-Meep, and Wibble. Okay, Wibble isn't mine, it's B's, but I still use it.
2. I am totally addicted to the VH1 "I love the ____" shows. The 70's, 80's, 90's, Holidays, Toys. And no matter how many times I've seen them, if they are on, I must watch. Call it a Hal Sparks thing.
3. I could eat Cool Whip by the gallon. PLAIN.
4. I find it completely impossible to sleep in the middle of the bed. I MUST have a side! But this frustrates me, because here I (or rather, my ex) paid for all this bed and there's half of it, just going to waste!
5. I really really love the smell of scotch tape. Smells like christmas.
6. My new obsession is making jewlery while watching stand up comedy. Of course this means it takes longer to make stuff, because everytime I laugh, beads go a'flying!
Things I will NOT miss about my neigborhood.
1. Police Cars blocking my driveway every other day. Dammit, Stay off of my lawn! Can't you see I'm growing Sand here?!?
2. The yard "maintenance" guy pointlessly weedeating in my backyard at 7:30 A.M.
3. Palmetto Bugs. They breed in the mounds of wet leaves the yard "maintenance" guy blows up against my house.
4. SAND!!!
5. Having 24-hour grocery store parking lot floodlights right outside my bedroom window.
6. People I've never met knocking on my door asking "You got a cigarette?" or "I have to pay my water bill, can I borrow $20?"
7. The constant stream of ambulances taking people to the hospital less than a mile away.
8. The Yuppies encroaching on my backyard. Damn Yuppies!
9. DOT paved my driveway and now my car scrapes worse than it did before.
10. I never get my mail.
2. The yard "maintenance" guy pointlessly weedeating in my backyard at 7:30 A.M.
3. Palmetto Bugs. They breed in the mounds of wet leaves the yard "maintenance" guy blows up against my house.
4. SAND!!!
5. Having 24-hour grocery store parking lot floodlights right outside my bedroom window.
6. People I've never met knocking on my door asking "You got a cigarette?" or "I have to pay my water bill, can I borrow $20?"
7. The constant stream of ambulances taking people to the hospital less than a mile away.
8. The Yuppies encroaching on my backyard. Damn Yuppies!
9. DOT paved my driveway and now my car scrapes worse than it did before.
10. I never get my mail.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Beep-Beep, Hee-Haw, The easter bunny done broke the law!
What a relaxing holiday!
Screaming Children and an average of 3 hours of sleep per night were balanced by seeing relatives and lotsa food. Also, awesome Mountainside flea markets! I got a ton of beads, some vintage buttons (not shirt buttons but pin-buttons) and some VERY old postcards (1907 and 1911), and a genuine Donna Reed Housewife Apron. Did I mention the part where I ate like Caligula? Show me to the vomitorium, please.
The good news is that I probably burned it all off by chasing after 8 & 6 year old cousins. ENERGY!!!
Oh that and one of my cousins and I participated in a little illicit fun, courtesy of Mother Nature, and afterwards spent a whole half an hour laughing over our respective weight losses.
"Dude! I was so fat before...I didn't even have a FACE!"
"Oh YEAH? I was so fat one time, I Popped the button off my jeans. Just by BREATHING."
"I want Ice Cream!"
"Me Too!"
Apparantly Bobi's Magic Buddies all found this hilarious. As if a bunch of grown men sitting around in a circle flinging dice and saying things like "damage" and "trample" isn't a laugh-riot.
I almost made it home without an "episode" from mother. Almost. She waited until we were about 3 miles from my house to start shrieking at us, wild-eyed and frazzled.
OOOH, So Close!!!
Screaming Children and an average of 3 hours of sleep per night were balanced by seeing relatives and lotsa food. Also, awesome Mountainside flea markets! I got a ton of beads, some vintage buttons (not shirt buttons but pin-buttons) and some VERY old postcards (1907 and 1911), and a genuine Donna Reed Housewife Apron. Did I mention the part where I ate like Caligula? Show me to the vomitorium, please.
The good news is that I probably burned it all off by chasing after 8 & 6 year old cousins. ENERGY!!!
Oh that and one of my cousins and I participated in a little illicit fun, courtesy of Mother Nature, and afterwards spent a whole half an hour laughing over our respective weight losses.
"Dude! I was so fat before...I didn't even have a FACE!"
"Oh YEAH? I was so fat one time, I Popped the button off my jeans. Just by BREATHING."
"I want Ice Cream!"
"Me Too!"
Apparantly Bobi's Magic Buddies all found this hilarious. As if a bunch of grown men sitting around in a circle flinging dice and saying things like "damage" and "trample" isn't a laugh-riot.
I almost made it home without an "episode" from mother. Almost. She waited until we were about 3 miles from my house to start shrieking at us, wild-eyed and frazzled.
OOOH, So Close!!!
Friday, April 14, 2006
Self-Affirmation Friday!!!
So that's what Jesus was thinking when he & the Easter Bunny named it Good friday. They must have been chewing on some Fast Plants, playing cards with Santa and the Aposotles, and said "Hey, man. Is it Friday?" "yeah" "That's Good."
Of course I could be totally wrong and Easter is about Jesus being not dead anymore. Or something. OOPS! Lightning Bolt!
Anyway, despite having a terrible dream that my grandmother died (the one that died when I was a kid, oddly enough), I woke up in a fairly decent mood. And why not? In two hours time I will begin the Trek to Tennessee were I will be treated to Mountain air, Doting Aunts, and Free Radio Station Swag from my brother! That is after coffee. Coffee must be hawt. Must be strawng.
I'm still somewhat asleep.
Last night I hooked up Macsamillian the iMac and JOY! to see things in full color! I also got my photo printer working and printed pictures like a madwoman! When I'd had enough joyful printing (and had ran out of photo paper) I packed while watching An Affair to Remember, easily one of my favorite movies of all time. Except any part with children singing. Those parts I always fast forward. My friend Carrie called me halfway through the movie to ask me if I would help her write her self-affirmation. It's some kind of assignment. Aside from Stuart Smalley, I really fell short. The only things I could think of were really sarcastic, like "I'm too Punk for Self-Affirmation" or "At least I never got anything stuck in my Ass." (How's that one, Carrie?)
I then spent a fair amount of time on the phone with B, who is the most Sweetest, most funniest, most bestest man EVAR. To Me. I get to see him in Six days and I can't wait! Looking back it's so strange to see the time BEFORE we even started talking, our sweet beginnings, which turned into full-on CrazyPerson love! And now, our lives are about to be A LOT different, in a good way, because we decided to blog.
Thanks, Google!
Alright, I've got to get my self ready! Happy weekend everybody, and to those of you who celebrate it, Happy Easter! Don't O.D. on Cadbury!
Of course I could be totally wrong and Easter is about Jesus being not dead anymore. Or something. OOPS! Lightning Bolt!
Anyway, despite having a terrible dream that my grandmother died (the one that died when I was a kid, oddly enough), I woke up in a fairly decent mood. And why not? In two hours time I will begin the Trek to Tennessee were I will be treated to Mountain air, Doting Aunts, and Free Radio Station Swag from my brother! That is after coffee. Coffee must be hawt. Must be strawng.
I'm still somewhat asleep.
Last night I hooked up Macsamillian the iMac and JOY! to see things in full color! I also got my photo printer working and printed pictures like a madwoman! When I'd had enough joyful printing (and had ran out of photo paper) I packed while watching An Affair to Remember, easily one of my favorite movies of all time. Except any part with children singing. Those parts I always fast forward. My friend Carrie called me halfway through the movie to ask me if I would help her write her self-affirmation. It's some kind of assignment. Aside from Stuart Smalley, I really fell short. The only things I could think of were really sarcastic, like "I'm too Punk for Self-Affirmation" or "At least I never got anything stuck in my Ass." (How's that one, Carrie?)
I then spent a fair amount of time on the phone with B, who is the most Sweetest, most funniest, most bestest man EVAR. To Me. I get to see him in Six days and I can't wait! Looking back it's so strange to see the time BEFORE we even started talking, our sweet beginnings, which turned into full-on CrazyPerson love! And now, our lives are about to be A LOT different, in a good way, because we decided to blog.
Thanks, Google!
Alright, I've got to get my self ready! Happy weekend everybody, and to those of you who celebrate it, Happy Easter! Don't O.D. on Cadbury!
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