I think I almost overdosed on Timothy Gunn after watching far too many hours to admit, of Project Runway. I know! I just can't help it. I fell into a marathon of it yesterday, and oh, how I love marathon anythings, and it was like I rediscovered my love for the show. Even though I never really had a love for it in the first place. But, whatever.
I just think it's so cool and so neat-o that people can take yards of fabric and make it into clothes. Like clothes you can wear on your body! And it really makes me wish I was a fashion designer, even though I have non-existent style and about 95% of the clothes in my closet are old, pathetic, and most likely containing a hole or two. It's sad, but as much as I'd love owning a new and fabulous wardrobe, the thought of clothes shopping sparks a near fatal panic attack. Why can't I sit and have the clothes come to me? Too many options equals GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
But yeah, Project Runway. Such a guilty pleasure right now. I'm three episodes deep into season 5 (courtesy of Project Free Tv ) and I don't think these designers are as good as previous casts. There's some old biker dude-lady who designs things you'd only find on the back streets of Daytona Beach (aka Home of Bike Week, or as it's more affectionately known "The Armpit of Florida"*) and there's this guy Suede (ho-ho! get what he did there?!), that can ONLY talk in third person. He's entirely creepy, and I half considered throwing my laptop across the room to just make him stop (that's clearly not true, I'd never throw you my love. Never.).
But um, hope everyone has a great New Year's and stuff. I just found out the Pharmacy is closed New Year's Day, so, things might just get craz to the ay! Or I'll just have a quiet intimate night with some friends...same thing.
*Thanks to Whitney for the best description of D-town EVER.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
I don't wanna and you can't make me!!!
I go back to work tomorrow and I realllllllly don't want to go. Want to go for me?
Well I mean I'm not dreading it completely, it's just that my sister and brother in law just left tonight, and all the family/friends holiday festivities are over, and I have no time to try and get my life back in order before going back to work.
For instance:
Room? Small children could easily get lost in the pile of laundry I have on my floor and dirty dish mutants may or may not be living under my bed...too scared to check. I cleaned out my car today but now everything that was in there is in my room, and the project of cleaning this place has now tripled.
I have been living mostly in pajamas for the past three/four days because, it's Christmas Time and I can wear this all day if I want to dammit. No, YOU shower! So something like shaving, and wearing makeup might be needed ASAP.
Christmas has left me B R O K E and I have a few checks that need need need to be deposited but who wants to go to the bank on their way to work? That would mean waking up like ten minutes earlier! No thank you.
All my Christmas presents, with the exception of my Beautiful Laptop Which I Must Take Everywhere From Now On, are in a pile over at my mom's and have to be transported to this house and, gasp! put away in my room. I'll have no where to sleep in this place if this keeps up!
Urghpff.
Good Nite.
Well I mean I'm not dreading it completely, it's just that my sister and brother in law just left tonight, and all the family/friends holiday festivities are over, and I have no time to try and get my life back in order before going back to work.
For instance:
Room? Small children could easily get lost in the pile of laundry I have on my floor and dirty dish mutants may or may not be living under my bed...too scared to check. I cleaned out my car today but now everything that was in there is in my room, and the project of cleaning this place has now tripled.
I have been living mostly in pajamas for the past three/four days because, it's Christmas Time and I can wear this all day if I want to dammit. No, YOU shower! So something like shaving, and wearing makeup might be needed ASAP.
Christmas has left me B R O K E and I have a few checks that need need need to be deposited but who wants to go to the bank on their way to work? That would mean waking up like ten minutes earlier! No thank you.
All my Christmas presents, with the exception of my Beautiful Laptop Which I Must Take Everywhere From Now On, are in a pile over at my mom's and have to be transported to this house and, gasp! put away in my room. I'll have no where to sleep in this place if this keeps up!
Urghpff.
Good Nite.
Spike. The suicidal beta fish.
At 7am this morning my sister burst into my room and said very loudly "Did the fish die?!"
I know what you're thinking, I too have heard that question asked one too many times. At 7am. While half asleep.
Then she told me he wasn't in his bowl, and that she even looked through the rocks at the bottom and couldn't find him. Rylee's fish Spike had vanished. Poof.
This was enough mystery to scrape me out of bed, so I joined her in the kitchen getting a spoon to look through the rocks once again, just to double check. A couple days before my sister told me he was digging through the rocks trying to bury himself, so I really thought he'd be down there, somewhere, but nope.
And then our conversation went something like this:
Jaffy: "Someone stole our fish!"
Jamie: "No one stole our fish."
Jaffy: "Someone STOLE our FISH!"
Jamie: "How could someone have stolen our fish, why would anyone steal our fish?"
Jaffy: "Well then where is he?"
"He's right THERE!" Suddenly I saw him laying just a few inches from my sisters feet. A helpless, shriveled, and most certainly dead, Spike.
We're not sure, but we think he jumped out of his bowl, flopped his way off our table, and then flopped away a few more feet. I think his first attempt at ending his life was trying to use the weight of the rocks to crush his body, but when that didn't work, he got desperate. How else do you explain it?
The worst part about this was that Spike was our replacement fish for Goldie, Rylee's first beloved beta. When we told her she had died, Rylee was more than a little upset. She sobbed, and sobbed, wanted to keep Goldie in a box in her room and after we told her no, we can't keep a dead fish in your room, she wanted a picture of them together and then a funeral. We buried Goldie in a box with a special note from Rylee and then put a pretty rock on top. On Christmas eve I caught her leaving presents on her grave site. So much love for one little fish.
Rylee's reaction was better this time, but there were still some crocodile tears to be shed. We tossed around the idea for a few other pets she could have, until finally we came up with the best idea for a pet EVER. A pet rock. They don't die! She loved the idea.
So Rylee and I found some rocks in the yard and painted them. Meet our new rock family.
How freggin cute are they? She put them in a "cage" with grass and a stick and kitty treats. Soon we'll teach them some tricks. You'll see.
I know what you're thinking, I too have heard that question asked one too many times. At 7am. While half asleep.
Then she told me he wasn't in his bowl, and that she even looked through the rocks at the bottom and couldn't find him. Rylee's fish Spike had vanished. Poof.
This was enough mystery to scrape me out of bed, so I joined her in the kitchen getting a spoon to look through the rocks once again, just to double check. A couple days before my sister told me he was digging through the rocks trying to bury himself, so I really thought he'd be down there, somewhere, but nope.
And then our conversation went something like this:
Jaffy: "Someone stole our fish!"
Jamie: "No one stole our fish."
Jaffy: "Someone STOLE our FISH!"
Jamie: "How could someone have stolen our fish, why would anyone steal our fish?"
Jaffy: "Well then where is he?"
"He's right THERE!" Suddenly I saw him laying just a few inches from my sisters feet. A helpless, shriveled, and most certainly dead, Spike.
We're not sure, but we think he jumped out of his bowl, flopped his way off our table, and then flopped away a few more feet. I think his first attempt at ending his life was trying to use the weight of the rocks to crush his body, but when that didn't work, he got desperate. How else do you explain it?
The worst part about this was that Spike was our replacement fish for Goldie, Rylee's first beloved beta. When we told her she had died, Rylee was more than a little upset. She sobbed, and sobbed, wanted to keep Goldie in a box in her room and after we told her no, we can't keep a dead fish in your room, she wanted a picture of them together and then a funeral. We buried Goldie in a box with a special note from Rylee and then put a pretty rock on top. On Christmas eve I caught her leaving presents on her grave site. So much love for one little fish.
Rylee's reaction was better this time, but there were still some crocodile tears to be shed. We tossed around the idea for a few other pets she could have, until finally we came up with the best idea for a pet EVER. A pet rock. They don't die! She loved the idea.
So Rylee and I found some rocks in the yard and painted them. Meet our new rock family.
How freggin cute are they? She put them in a "cage" with grass and a stick and kitty treats. Soon we'll teach them some tricks. You'll see.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Frannaversary and 100th post!
Five years ago, a couple pairs of best friends hung out together, drank and played cards, and laughed all night long. Since then it's been a tradition to get together on Christmas Eve's Eve and celebrate our Frannaversary. This year we went to St. Augustine for a little bar hopping and to look at all the pretty lights and homeless people. It was FUN.
Before we left, Pete preformed his traditional Pre-frannaversay ceremonial dance.
Pure Talent.
The first bar we went to was way too small and crowded so we moved on to another bar where Whitney showed how she can become a one man band.
At the end of the night we were walking back to our hotel and found 45 dollars in the street! How fantastic is that?! On the flip side some one was out 45 dollars, which sucks for them, but, it bought us free pizza, so who cares.
What? That's not mean, it was free pizza, hello!
Oh, and my blog turned 100 blog posts today. Feel free to bake her a cake.
Before we left, Pete preformed his traditional Pre-frannaversay ceremonial dance.
Pure Talent.
The first bar we went to was way too small and crowded so we moved on to another bar where Whitney showed how she can become a one man band.
At the end of the night we were walking back to our hotel and found 45 dollars in the street! How fantastic is that?! On the flip side some one was out 45 dollars, which sucks for them, but, it bought us free pizza, so who cares.
What? That's not mean, it was free pizza, hello!
Oh, and my blog turned 100 blog posts today. Feel free to bake her a cake.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Christmas Kitty Bear
You love it.He loved it. Mr. Hobbs sat there, just like that, for nearly ten minutes while my Mom and I took pictures. Work it! Work it!
Then he discovered the hat.
He shook it off, bit it, and ran away scornfully looking behind.
My wittle kitty bear love puppy.
It's disturbing how obsessed I am with this cat.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
So, trying to steal my boyfriend are you? We'll see.
There's this girl. She wants my boyfriend. She's actually been trying for a while now, and so far I've been able to keep quiet; until now.
I'm telling you, she just won't give up.
She's short and has curly-ish hair, and I guess some people would consider her "cute" but, she's got the maturity level of a 6yr old.
She seems to think that if she tries long enough, she'll be able to persuade him, but sorry sweetie, THAT BOY IS MINE.
Want to see a her?
Here she is.
Okay fine, so maybe she's not just cute but adorable, whatever.
When Rylee first met Pete, the words out of her mouth were "Wow, I didn't know your voice was like that" and there suddenly was a sparkle in her eye and she was hooked.
All I ever hear from her is "When's Pete coming over? Where's Pete? Are you going to Pete's house?....can I come?"
She walks in my room and yells "It smells like Pete in here!"
Any time he comes over she screams PEEEEEEEETE and body slams him in one massive hug. Most of the time it takes myself and my sister to remove her. She sits on his lap when he snoods, looks up with loving eyes and says "Pee Pee (that's her pet name for him) you're my buddy, you smell like the mall".
Today she asked me "Is Pete your boyfriend?" and I told her yes, yes he was, and didn't she know that? And she says? "Oh, well guess what? He's MY boyfriend too".
Looks like I've got a little competition...
I'm telling you, she just won't give up.
She's short and has curly-ish hair, and I guess some people would consider her "cute" but, she's got the maturity level of a 6yr old.
She seems to think that if she tries long enough, she'll be able to persuade him, but sorry sweetie, THAT BOY IS MINE.
Want to see a her?
Here she is.
Okay fine, so maybe she's not just cute but adorable, whatever.
When Rylee first met Pete, the words out of her mouth were "Wow, I didn't know your voice was like that" and there suddenly was a sparkle in her eye and she was hooked.
All I ever hear from her is "When's Pete coming over? Where's Pete? Are you going to Pete's house?....can I come?"
She walks in my room and yells "It smells like Pete in here!"
Any time he comes over she screams PEEEEEEEETE and body slams him in one massive hug. Most of the time it takes myself and my sister to remove her. She sits on his lap when he snoods, looks up with loving eyes and says "Pee Pee (that's her pet name for him) you're my buddy, you smell like the mall".
Today she asked me "Is Pete your boyfriend?" and I told her yes, yes he was, and didn't she know that? And she says? "Oh, well guess what? He's MY boyfriend too".
Looks like I've got a little competition...
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