When my dog sheds it is not a usual affair - a few stray hairs make their way onto furniture and somehow into a bowl of oatmeal.
No.
Clumps of hair float to the floor when you pet her, completely COAT anything you wear and all furniture, end up in most food and on your pillow so you breath it in and choke when you are trying to fall to sleep.
How she is not bald I'll never know.
This is fairly similar to myself, actually.
I don't have season where I shed more hair, I am always shedding and wondering how any hair is left on my head.
Close friends and family have taken to standing behind me and picking at the hair that sticks to my back like those helpful monkeys you always see at the zoo.
for the rest:
[me, with a head full of words & not one useful expression]
1.24.2010
1.18.2010
one hundred. twelve.
while searching "tea and whimsy" i found ANOTHER BLOG titled "tea and whimsy."
that blog has something to do with country weddings.
anyhow. i found that interesting.
[sometimes i feel that i fill my blog with completely useless information, such as this.]
a car accident has a funny way of sneaking large amounts of money out of your pockets. that and every payment comes at once: insurance, phone bill, insurance, buy a car... i'll be lucky if i have $30 left in my account at the end of the month.
my current outlook on life goes something like this:
today - worked. got home. took a look at my finances. fell into state of mild depression [only slight sarcasm]. instead of then using time wisely to make myself feel better i stalked random people on facebook that i hardly know/never see anymore, looked up uninteresting videos, made $15 impulse purchase on itunes with christmas gift cards, pretended to work out for 20 minutes [lame crunches, schlump over feet in half-hearted stretch, repeat] and then ate massive plate of leftover spaghetti with two cookies. talked to fellow on telephone [good! but also lame because i miss his face], vowed to go to bed at 10:00 and yet here i am.
of course, nothing is really all that bad.
quick fix for life:
wake up earlier.
delete facebook [con - won't stay in contact as well with friends. pro - will find ways to contact real friends. putting this idea on the back burner.]
shed useless spending, i.e. things i believe that i am entitled to such as danishes, expensive bottled tea and yet another new scarf.
make all of my own clothes.
find edible plants to sustain me.
stop making blog posts and instead make interesting, profound and witty journal entries that i will one day publish and then make millions off of.
it's all so simple.
starting now.
goodnight.
p.s. also, a side note: should i maybe start using correct grammar/capital letters? putting this idea on the back burner...
that blog has something to do with country weddings.
anyhow. i found that interesting.
[sometimes i feel that i fill my blog with completely useless information, such as this.]
a car accident has a funny way of sneaking large amounts of money out of your pockets. that and every payment comes at once: insurance, phone bill, insurance, buy a car... i'll be lucky if i have $30 left in my account at the end of the month.
my current outlook on life goes something like this:
today - worked. got home. took a look at my finances. fell into state of mild depression [only slight sarcasm]. instead of then using time wisely to make myself feel better i stalked random people on facebook that i hardly know/never see anymore, looked up uninteresting videos, made $15 impulse purchase on itunes with christmas gift cards, pretended to work out for 20 minutes [lame crunches, schlump over feet in half-hearted stretch, repeat] and then ate massive plate of leftover spaghetti with two cookies. talked to fellow on telephone [good! but also lame because i miss his face], vowed to go to bed at 10:00 and yet here i am.
of course, nothing is really all that bad.
quick fix for life:
wake up earlier.
delete facebook [con - won't stay in contact as well with friends. pro - will find ways to contact real friends. putting this idea on the back burner.]
shed useless spending, i.e. things i believe that i am entitled to such as danishes, expensive bottled tea and yet another new scarf.
make all of my own clothes.
find edible plants to sustain me.
stop making blog posts and instead make interesting, profound and witty journal entries that i will one day publish and then make millions off of.
it's all so simple.
starting now.
goodnight.
p.s. also, a side note: should i maybe start using correct grammar/capital letters? putting this idea on the back burner...
1.10.2010
one hundred. eleven.
i enjoy: sitting on the floor in the room, eating nutella out of the jar with my fingers and listening to records.
i have many crochet/knit dream projects that i need to finish.
i have to work out. this is nothing new.
tai and i are watching "an american in paris." excellent.
i got in a car accident this last thursday & would be quite content if that never happened again. airbags = pretty frightening phenomenon. it could have been a lot worse, although i did completely total patrick, our beloved toyota.
on a car search. it's going alright, thanks to help from the fellow. in the meantime it's going to be fun arranging who gets the car for school/work/extra events. jolly.
a week in florida was an excellent time. i came back feeling strangely more growed up. why is that?
i did get a chance to do some great reading. read forest gump: turns out it wasn't as great as the movie [in my opinion]. shocking. usually the book is so much better! i won't spoil it for you, but the ending is completely different. also read "the boy who loved windows" which is an EXCELLENT book that my sister suggested. It's the story of an autistic child, but it spoke largely on so many other issues. such a fascinating read, i could read it over and over. i also started and am about halfway through "to kill a mockingbird." how i made it so far without reading this book is beyond me, but so far so good.
gene kelly is such a superstar.
still working on Cinderella. sometimes i forgot how much i really do enjoy working with the kids on the weekends. this director, Kerry, is so great at stepping outside of herself at rehearsals and being just so much fun for the kids, completely devoting time and energy into making sure their experience is just as important as the eventual outcome of the show. It's a very selfless way to work with kids. It could be so easy to just not engage and do what you need to do then leave, but she encourages her team & the cast so much, i wonder how she has so much energy.
my fingers are itching to crochet.
1.01.2010
one hundred.ten.
I thought it appropriate to make post one hundred ten on the first day of twenty ten.
110
2010
note the similarities. they both end with ten.
I completely forgot about making New Years Resolutions. How necessary are they? I made some, of sorts, but unintentionally and not specifically filed under New Years Resolutions.
Maybe it's better that way.
New Years Resolutions tend to dictate what my year should look like and inevitably it falls through, and then what?
resolutions, however are less weighted and more permanent. it's not the resolution of 2010, it's the realization of the need for change.
right?
However
if I were to make a resolution of 2010
it would be to drink more water.
Everywhere I go, everything I learn
water seems to be the source for health, happiness and well-being.
Florida tomorrow.
Joyyy!!
12.29.2009
one hundred.nine.
i'd like to dedicate a portion of this post to bathroom etiquette.
not in-the-bathroom etiquette, like wash your hands and don't let your kids peek under the stall doors.
more like waiting-for-the-bathroom etiquette. those bathrooms that are just toilet, sink and garbage can. single person use.
i don't understand why people don't knock.
i have no personal issues with this.
just a few words.
even if you look like an idiot because you're knocking on a bathroom door that actually has stalls, just knock.
what if:
the lock is busted?
someone had to pee and forgot to lock the door?
these are viable options.
things like this really happen.
have some common courtesy.
knock on the bathroom door.
otherwise, there is no going back. you open the door. someone is publicly humiliated and scarred for life.
and then!
it doesn't end there.
inevitably, the poor humiliated bathroom person has to go out and face the i-just-can't-knock-before-i-barge-in person, who, of course, stands there waiting for the bathroom person to collect their wits and bravely walk out, trying to think of a way to make light of the situation but really just wanting to crawl into the ceiling and make a getaway without having to see anyone [that's a long sentence].
then comes the awkward smile, the sheepish apology, and the lifetime spent re-living the moment where you could have cracked a joke to make everyone feel better but drew a blank.
also, side note: bathrooms in your home.
just knock.
also. teach your children to knock.
you will do the world a lot of good.
that aside, today at work two people asked for my name and then didn't leave a tip.
got me all excited for nothing.
i work for 5 hours serving food and cleaning tables: 3 dollars in tips.
i work for 1 hour and make 2 hot chocolates and a few coffees: 7 dollars in tips.
i ask you, how is that possible?
saw sherlock holmes tonight and thoroughly enjoyed it. so clever & witty. apparently it didn't get a lot of great reviews, but i am not a sir arthur conan doyle "purist" and therefore was not offended at the "modern, masculine" portrayal of mr. holmes.
just started reading "forest gump." so endearing.
leaving in 3 days for a trip to Florida. i miss the sun. today the sun was out and it looked wonderfully warm. fooled me, at least. it was bitter cold. before we go, though, i have to try and make some biscotti. yum. :]]
not in-the-bathroom etiquette, like wash your hands and don't let your kids peek under the stall doors.
more like waiting-for-the-bathroom etiquette. those bathrooms that are just toilet, sink and garbage can. single person use.
i don't understand why people don't knock.
i have no personal issues with this.
just a few words.
even if you look like an idiot because you're knocking on a bathroom door that actually has stalls, just knock.
what if:
the lock is busted?
someone had to pee and forgot to lock the door?
these are viable options.
things like this really happen.
have some common courtesy.
knock on the bathroom door.
otherwise, there is no going back. you open the door. someone is publicly humiliated and scarred for life.
and then!
it doesn't end there.
inevitably, the poor humiliated bathroom person has to go out and face the i-just-can't-knock-before-i-barge-in person, who, of course, stands there waiting for the bathroom person to collect their wits and bravely walk out, trying to think of a way to make light of the situation but really just wanting to crawl into the ceiling and make a getaway without having to see anyone [that's a long sentence].
then comes the awkward smile, the sheepish apology, and the lifetime spent re-living the moment where you could have cracked a joke to make everyone feel better but drew a blank.
also, side note: bathrooms in your home.
just knock.
also. teach your children to knock.
you will do the world a lot of good.
that aside, today at work two people asked for my name and then didn't leave a tip.
got me all excited for nothing.
i work for 5 hours serving food and cleaning tables: 3 dollars in tips.
i work for 1 hour and make 2 hot chocolates and a few coffees: 7 dollars in tips.
i ask you, how is that possible?
saw sherlock holmes tonight and thoroughly enjoyed it. so clever & witty. apparently it didn't get a lot of great reviews, but i am not a sir arthur conan doyle "purist" and therefore was not offended at the "modern, masculine" portrayal of mr. holmes.
just started reading "forest gump." so endearing.
leaving in 3 days for a trip to Florida. i miss the sun. today the sun was out and it looked wonderfully warm. fooled me, at least. it was bitter cold. before we go, though, i have to try and make some biscotti. yum. :]]
12.26.2009
one hundred.eight.
oh christmas joys:
snow!
record player.
socks & more socks.
ornament.
books & more books.
mocs.
she & him on vinyl.
sufjan stevens on vinyl.
iron & wine on vinyl.
embarrassing home videos.
[i was an ugly child. truly.]
chai + soymilk.
a hand to keep mine warm.
handmade stationary.
m&m's.
nutella.
another christmas all together.
hope that your christmas was equally lovely. :]]
snow!
record player.
socks & more socks.
ornament.
books & more books.
mocs.
she & him on vinyl.
sufjan stevens on vinyl.
iron & wine on vinyl.
embarrassing home videos.
[i was an ugly child. truly.]
chai + soymilk.
a hand to keep mine warm.
handmade stationary.
m&m's.
nutella.
another christmas all together.
hope that your christmas was equally lovely. :]]
12.15.2009
one hundred.seven.
it's cold in the shop in the early mornings.
customers come in shivering. i use the same lines over and over again.
that's what happens. i find a good solid, conversation starting line and just reuse it with every customer. some witty remark about the cold/asking about holiday shopping/etc...
and when i say "witty" i mean something like:
"pretty cold out, huh?"
or
"i see you're braving the cold to come in this morning!"
or
"how's the holiday shopping going?"
i'm really just a good conversationalist. a real people person.
had to clean the bathrooms here a few days ago. pretty gross, i'm not going to lie. & i consider myself fairly capable when it comes to stinky bathrooms.
today we are brewing ethiopian yergacheff coffee & it smells fantastic.
in other news, the fellow went over his texting limit last month [partially my fault? probably.] and so now we've cut off all casual texting. this proved slightly difficult at first, because while i don't consider myself a huge TEXTER texter, i enjoy the occasional "how is your day going" or "funny story" text. not just with the fellow, too. with tai, lauren, parent or grandparent... but probably most often with the fellow.
however, there are good things about less frequent texting. i will list them:
1. better battery life on my cellphone.
2. i am more involved in situations, i.e. i don't resort to texting when bored/with other people.
3. i'm not as crazy about having my phone with me all the time.
Cinderella has begun, going suprisingly well for having 3 big dances to choreograph and Christmas preparations all at the same time. Did I give up on some homemade Christmas ideas? Yes. i know my limits. someday i'll have time to be really creative with something besides waltz steps.
Tai is going back to school in the spring. I'm a little bit jealous, I do miss school sometimes. just found out recently that one of my research papers that i wrote for English 102 back in the day is being published in the Harper Anthology. it was nice news to recieve, but also strange. made me feel as if i might have missed out on something. you know? some potential that i let slip away by not continuing with school. but i don't even know what i would have done with that, with continued schooling and a degree. it would have been nice to do it though, just for the sake of learning.
went to the Swell Season concert a few weeks back. literally one of the best experiences of my life. Glen Hansard is such an extraordinary performer, so witty & talented & almost endearing. same with Marketa Irglova. & together they are so phenomenal, so different but perfectly paired. the guys from The Frames played with them too, so all in all... a most enjoyable evening. we sang along, and whistled along. a little boy came up on stage and sang the end of "When Your Mind's Made Up" which was amazing. There was about 10 encore perfomances, including some ancient Irish farewell song.
such a neat time, such neat people. a great date too, with pappy & tai.
[i should get back to work...]
customers come in shivering. i use the same lines over and over again.
that's what happens. i find a good solid, conversation starting line and just reuse it with every customer. some witty remark about the cold/asking about holiday shopping/etc...
and when i say "witty" i mean something like:
"pretty cold out, huh?"
or
"i see you're braving the cold to come in this morning!"
or
"how's the holiday shopping going?"
i'm really just a good conversationalist. a real people person.
had to clean the bathrooms here a few days ago. pretty gross, i'm not going to lie. & i consider myself fairly capable when it comes to stinky bathrooms.
today we are brewing ethiopian yergacheff coffee & it smells fantastic.
in other news, the fellow went over his texting limit last month [partially my fault? probably.] and so now we've cut off all casual texting. this proved slightly difficult at first, because while i don't consider myself a huge TEXTER texter, i enjoy the occasional "how is your day going" or "funny story" text. not just with the fellow, too. with tai, lauren, parent or grandparent... but probably most often with the fellow.
however, there are good things about less frequent texting. i will list them:
1. better battery life on my cellphone.
2. i am more involved in situations, i.e. i don't resort to texting when bored/with other people.
3. i'm not as crazy about having my phone with me all the time.
Cinderella has begun, going suprisingly well for having 3 big dances to choreograph and Christmas preparations all at the same time. Did I give up on some homemade Christmas ideas? Yes. i know my limits. someday i'll have time to be really creative with something besides waltz steps.
Tai is going back to school in the spring. I'm a little bit jealous, I do miss school sometimes. just found out recently that one of my research papers that i wrote for English 102 back in the day is being published in the Harper Anthology. it was nice news to recieve, but also strange. made me feel as if i might have missed out on something. you know? some potential that i let slip away by not continuing with school. but i don't even know what i would have done with that, with continued schooling and a degree. it would have been nice to do it though, just for the sake of learning.
went to the Swell Season concert a few weeks back. literally one of the best experiences of my life. Glen Hansard is such an extraordinary performer, so witty & talented & almost endearing. same with Marketa Irglova. & together they are so phenomenal, so different but perfectly paired. the guys from The Frames played with them too, so all in all... a most enjoyable evening. we sang along, and whistled along. a little boy came up on stage and sang the end of "When Your Mind's Made Up" which was amazing. There was about 10 encore perfomances, including some ancient Irish farewell song.
such a neat time, such neat people. a great date too, with pappy & tai.
[i should get back to work...]
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