Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Craigslist: Pros & Cons
i was ok with craigslist til tonight. i found my roommates/apartment on it, and it worked out well. but then tonight, when i tried to post to give away my cat that is currently residing with my mom, and dared to audaciously suggest that i would need to meet the person interested before handing my cat over, the post was forthwith earmarked for removal within an hour. apparently asking to screen people is not ok, according to whomever decided to remove me. so yeah, all you dog fighters out there, let me hand you over my sweet, gentle, 10-year-old cat for bait without ever meeting you. sweet.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Garbled
i'm so tired from this week of work that i am hardly able to form coherent thoughts. coming across the radar:
i wish i could have someone make me a warm, toasted, buttered, jammed or honeyed bagel.
i want to go tanning.
i need to shower but that means like holding my arms up and standing up for over three minutes. then there's the whole having to blowdry my hair. meh.
hmmm ruby tuesday burgers look good. i am a sucker for food commercials.
my hands feel like they are full of sand.
i want an iphone. i am an unabashed consumer immersed in consumer must-have culture. they are cute.
i need to vaccuum my floor. instead, i will wear flip flops everywhere.
i wish i could have someone make me a warm, toasted, buttered, jammed or honeyed bagel.
i want to go tanning.
i need to shower but that means like holding my arms up and standing up for over three minutes. then there's the whole having to blowdry my hair. meh.
hmmm ruby tuesday burgers look good. i am a sucker for food commercials.
my hands feel like they are full of sand.
i want an iphone. i am an unabashed consumer immersed in consumer must-have culture. they are cute.
i need to vaccuum my floor. instead, i will wear flip flops everywhere.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Heading Off to Sleepytown
last night i once again quickly hit the i'm-just-going-to-rest-my-eyes-for-2-minutzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz point after getting home from work and eating dinner, so i ended up passing out for the night at the respectable time of 10 pm. and sleeping til 10 am. apparently, i was tired.
i am now hitting the point in the evening where it sounds like a good plan to leave all my lights on and my door open and just fall asleep slumped over in bed, just because all those things are so.far.away. possible contributor to this state: a late-night trip to winstead's for fries, a double winstead, and a frosty. good old greasy diner food has a way of making you sleepy tired.
p.s.: i wish the place looked like this instead of an oasis in a frozen wasteland.
i am now hitting the point in the evening where it sounds like a good plan to leave all my lights on and my door open and just fall asleep slumped over in bed, just because all those things are so.far.away. possible contributor to this state: a late-night trip to winstead's for fries, a double winstead, and a frosty. good old greasy diner food has a way of making you sleepy tired.
p.s.: i wish the place looked like this instead of an oasis in a frozen wasteland.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Sleepover!
this past saturday night i, on a slightly ill-advised whim, decided to meet my sister and her family for dinner and from there to take my (step)niece to my house for a sleepover. she is newly four, quite precocious, quite the manipulator when she wants to be, and totally fun most of the time.
in my brilliance i decided to get her hopped up on sugar at eight p.m. only to watch a movie. we made triple chunk chocolate brownies (she stirred the mix! and she cracked the eggs! and she made brownies! she MADE THEM!),
painted nails as they baked, read a book on monsters, had a bath, then settled on to my big bed (she was forced to use my leather bench at the foot of my bed as a stepping stone to get on to it) to watch "ratatouille" and gorge on brownies and milk. we were up until midnight, whereupon it was time for bed and for my hand on her back to protect her from Monsters That Will Definitely Get Her.
the morning started, for reagan, at 7:22 a.m., at which time she abruptly sat up in bed next to me and said, "katie. katie? katie. it is morning time." i groggily told her that it was morning time indeed, but still quiet time. she huffily laid back down with her feet towards the pillows and somewhat patiently tried to wait me out. i did hear several, "katie? it is still morning time. wake up now?" but they were fairly quiet and quickly shushed. 8:15 turned out to be her limit, so i clicked on cartoons and fell back asleep as she glazed over, finally waking up at 9.
that morning went on to include a trip to the nelson with mandatory treats from the store, and then a brunch out to 180 in westport with my coworker ray and his godchildren, evie & ollie. at 12 and 10 they had a few years on my 4-year-old, but they were great with her and taught her tricks with a straw and patiently listened to her regale them with how
she. made. brownies. she. stirred. them! despite her finicky eating habits, she managed to down an entire salad (lettuce, cheese, and croutons, that is all, with "wanch sauce") and white grape juice.
from there we went back to her dad and my sister's house, the drive of which resulted in a severely passed out little girl, finally crashing from sugar, food, art, people, and movie rushes all exploding within her.
and so ended my little experiment in parenting - although as a parent i guess i would not be able to crack her out on sugar, keep her up late, and then hand her off. way more fun this way.
in my brilliance i decided to get her hopped up on sugar at eight p.m. only to watch a movie. we made triple chunk chocolate brownies (she stirred the mix! and she cracked the eggs! and she made brownies! she MADE THEM!),
painted nails as they baked, read a book on monsters, had a bath, then settled on to my big bed (she was forced to use my leather bench at the foot of my bed as a stepping stone to get on to it) to watch "ratatouille" and gorge on brownies and milk. we were up until midnight, whereupon it was time for bed and for my hand on her back to protect her from Monsters That Will Definitely Get Her.the morning started, for reagan, at 7:22 a.m., at which time she abruptly sat up in bed next to me and said, "katie. katie? katie. it is morning time." i groggily told her that it was morning time indeed, but still quiet time. she huffily laid back down with her feet towards the pillows and somewhat patiently tried to wait me out. i did hear several, "katie? it is still morning time. wake up now?" but they were fairly quiet and quickly shushed. 8:15 turned out to be her limit, so i clicked on cartoons and fell back asleep as she glazed over, finally waking up at 9.
that morning went on to include a trip to the nelson with mandatory treats from the store, and then a brunch out to 180 in westport with my coworker ray and his godchildren, evie & ollie. at 12 and 10 they had a few years on my 4-year-old, but they were great with her and taught her tricks with a straw and patiently listened to her regale them with how
she. made. brownies. she. stirred. them! despite her finicky eating habits, she managed to down an entire salad (lettuce, cheese, and croutons, that is all, with "wanch sauce") and white grape juice. from there we went back to her dad and my sister's house, the drive of which resulted in a severely passed out little girl, finally crashing from sugar, food, art, people, and movie rushes all exploding within her.
and so ended my little experiment in parenting - although as a parent i guess i would not be able to crack her out on sugar, keep her up late, and then hand her off. way more fun this way.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Flatline
very large fennel & arugula salad with buffala mozzarella, marinated tomatoes, and romano crusted chicken breast in a light lemon vinagrette plus about half a pound of herbed bread plus my one & only amaretto sour equals me passed out cold about 12 minutes after getting home after dinner. i think i passed out from food happiness but maybe food overload. so sleepy.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Another Nothing Day
three hours of work, a session at panera with my favorite soup and sandwich and a book, a long nap, more reading, and a bowl of pizza rolls.
this was my day.
i am storing up laziness in anticipation of not getting another day off til next monday. if i had a power bar like in the video games, and the bar represented levels of laziness, i would be at about 98%, and only need you to guide me to one more non-energy pack to reach 100%. when my little animated character gets that one last pack, she will lay down in the middle of the game to sleep as all the other little evil characters just walk up to her and poke her with their monster toes. but she keeps sleeping.
this was my day.
i am storing up laziness in anticipation of not getting another day off til next monday. if i had a power bar like in the video games, and the bar represented levels of laziness, i would be at about 98%, and only need you to guide me to one more non-energy pack to reach 100%. when my little animated character gets that one last pack, she will lay down in the middle of the game to sleep as all the other little evil characters just walk up to her and poke her with their monster toes. but she keeps sleeping.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Couple Days Back
i forgot to make a post about this, and it's just a short one, but i wanted to just reiterate how awesome my reverend is with some photographic evidence: 
this teeny envelope arrived the other day. i discovered it tucked way down in the bottom of our mailbox, and squeezed on its odd, crunchy puffiness as i went upstairs. scared to tear anything, i ripped a teeny hole in the corner, only to have a little bit of red confetti glimmer out at me. i ripped a bigger hole (as you can see). this resulted in a mini explosion of shiny red confetti on my bedroom floor that enthralled the cats. tucked in among the confetti, though, was something that made me squeal with happiness: starbuck's gift cards. the man knows the way to my heart.
this teeny envelope arrived the other day. i discovered it tucked way down in the bottom of our mailbox, and squeezed on its odd, crunchy puffiness as i went upstairs. scared to tear anything, i ripped a teeny hole in the corner, only to have a little bit of red confetti glimmer out at me. i ripped a bigger hole (as you can see). this resulted in a mini explosion of shiny red confetti on my bedroom floor that enthralled the cats. tucked in among the confetti, though, was something that made me squeal with happiness: starbuck's gift cards. the man knows the way to my heart.
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