Look, we have a canoe now. Too bad we have no way to transport it to water.
If there’s a catastrophic tidal wave, all we have to do is remember to run out there and hold on for dear life.
The time change isn’t my favorite. More light at night is nice but more dark in the morning is not. Also that missing hour. It’s already 6 o’clock.
Got a lot of writing (revising, actually) and chores done this weekend.
Company arrives on Tues, Weds and Fri and also Fri. woo!
I used this photo to help me on a writing project today. It’s the Trinity Alps Wilderness in July 07. I can’t wait to go back.
Is Flickr on crack today?
I have a quick 15 minutes while the rice is still cooking so I thought I’d run in here and throw together another half-assed post.
When you make writing the first priority everything else is half-assed.
Flickr kept telling me I needed to sign in. Then I’d sign in and it it would say, “Oh no, you need to go back and sign in.”
After we did this awhile I went to the h’ep menu and said my password wouldn’t work.
I did the “WTF I can’t login wizard” and it told me to check my email for some magical something that would help me login.
Then I did that and it said it expired and to try again later. Damn Flickr doing drugs on a Saturday night.
My sweetheart disappeared this morning to go buy his favorite muffins. After he left the store closed for the day. Gluten free, Eden. You can’t leave until these muffins are gone.
My old health care just last week sent me a notice about how Cobra works. This is fantastic news seeing as how I went on Cobra back in October and actually switched to a new health care plan on January 1st. Which I’ve already used. And I can already tell has its act together 200% better than Healthnet.
I would say more but it seems terrible to complain about having bad shoes when 10% of my neighbors have no feet so we’ll leave it at that.
Crow, watching the storm and waiting for Kira
I think I’m going to have at least a couple of daffodils when company shows up. I hope so.
I can hear the rice cooker beeping so I guess my time is up.
Hara hatchi bu, the Okinawan people’s habit of eating only till they are 80 percent full, is thought to be one of the secrets of their extraordinary health and longevity.
I think the real question here is how the Okinawans know they’re 80 percent full. Do they ever err and eat until they’re 85 percent full? Does it mix things up on the days they accidentally eat until they are only 73% full? Are children punished if they eat until they’re 97% full?
Here’s the part where you all get to laugh at me and my horrible taste in music.
Whatever. I’ve never tried to pretend I was cool. At least not on this blog.
I heard this song on the radio that I liked so I remembered some of the lyrics and looked it up on iTunes and it turns out the band is called Airborne Toxic Event and the song is called “Somewhere Around Midnight.”
When I was a girl, bands had names like Mötley Crüe, Dëf Leppärd and Güns n’ Röses.
WTF kind of name is Airborne Toxic Event? Oh, excuse me. The Airborne Toxic Event.
Here are some of my ideas for some band names:
Taco Eating Frenzy
Bloody Festering Wound
Shiny Hubcap Party
I’d think of more but I’m hungry and need dinner. Three loyal readers, please leave your ideas in the comments.
In the middle of the day Bob called from the other room, “Honey, come here. You have to see this.”
It was this sandwich.
I thought I should share the moment.
Like every weekend, I didn’t accomplish as much as I wanted. I think next weekend my goal is going to be one thing. Like, empty the dishwasher. Then I can marvel about all the things I do that I didn’t have on my list.
Last night I woke up at 1am and couldn’t fall back asleep. Bob was downstairs watching movies and heard me bumping around and came upstairs. Then I got the giggles and it took another couple hours before I fell back asleep. But I was glad that we were grown-ups and there was no one yelling at us from the other room to knock it off and go to sleep.
It’s not as dire as it seems. There was a big sign on the door that said just that particular store is closed. I can’t make excuses to run over there on my lunch hour. The ones at the malls are still open.
I hate the mall and the idea of having to make a special trip just to get my See’s fix disgruntles me. Plus if See’s would have told me they were closing I would have stocked up.
That’s a little bit of a joke because I have a few nuts and chews at the office plus 2 1lb Valentine’s boxes (1 – milk chocolate , 1 – assorted) which I have to share with Bob. Plus I have a 1 lb box of truffles that I’m going to take to the office because the nuts and chews are getting so low. You thought I was kidding when I said I cried.
I don’t eat chocolate every day or even every week. But when I want it, I want it. And it has to be good.
And speaking of chocolate, when I got to the grocery store last night I was thrilled to see that Cadbury Eggs are out. I bought one big one and a packet of a dozen little ones.
It’s too early for wine (I’m typing this in the morning) but I put this bottle in the picture to keep the theme going. I’m going to see Kimberlee the massage therapist today and I’m giving it to her because it’s Kimberly’s Reserve. And also very delicious.
See’s Candy downtown closed!
I cried when I saw the empty store.
We were just there the week before Valentine’s Day. There was a line out the door and we all got a free chocolate. Even me and I went to wait outside because it was so crowded.
Remember when I was learning Illustrator? From this post it looks like it was in 2006. I haven’t improved a bit.
That’s one of the things on my list every weekend, to do a few tutorials and refresh my skills. I never get to it. An experienced Illustrator person could probably have made the above in 3 seconds. It took me about 15 minutes. Not bad.
I didn’t sleep well Sunday or Monday night. Last night my eyes were drooping by 7pm but I bravely kept the light on until 9pm and then passed out the second my head hit the pillow. I still feel sorta wonky.
On Monday one of my headlights went out. My car is an 01 with 85K miles on it and it feels like all the pieces are breaking off. I think the windshield washer fluid thingy is leaking since I’ve never added washer fluid since owning the car and this is the third time the light has come on in three months. I don’t want to spend another day + sitting around with my car in the shop and paying a couple hundred bucks for something stupid.
But I do want to take care of the headlight. I only drive to and from the park and ride which equals about 15 minutes a day but it’s all in the dark
I’m dreading going back to Toyota because I complained about my last service. And my service contact called me about my complaint and he was very nice and apologetic. He also told me that he had zero recollection of my service problem (the one where I dropped off a drive-able car on Tuesday morning and never heard a peep about when it would be done and both me and my husband called them at least twice a day and then they called us Friday at 4pm and told us we could come get it) and they didn’t like to have unhappy customers. Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Lie. Tell me it was miscommunication about the part and they thought they had it but they didn’t and then their phones went out when the space ship landed and they couldn’t call me. And their memories were wiped so they didn’t remember later. I don’t want to go in there and have them be all phony nice about replacing a headlight.
I am not much of a poetry person but I love this poem by Sherman Alexie: Unkissed.
It always cracks me up when actors are complimented on their courage. Like it takes courage to get a bazillion dollars to go to work where someone else dresses them and does their hair and brings them coffee and tells them how great they are. Then they pretend using lines someone else wrote.
How come I can’t make biscuits?
Unless I pop them out of a can. If you can pop them out of a can, how hard can it be?
I had a great recipe with buttermilk and I totally followed the directions. And the FLAT butter crackers that emerged were so embarrassing that I was too ashamed to take a photo. I ate 5 of them.
This was a big writing weekend which was unfortunately, not brilliantly productive. Today I gave myself a productivity goal instead of a time goal.
A time goal is when I say I’m going to keep my butt in the chair until x o’clock.
A productivity goals is when I say I’m going to keep my butt in the chair until I reach a million pages. Or, a million words. Or whatever the actual goal is.
The productivity goal keeps me honest when I’m distracted. It was a harrowing day. By 5pm my head hurt and my eyeballs were screaming for mercy. But I made the goal.
I told Bob I didn’t want to spend 4 hours watching the Oscars but I keep running out in the other room to see what’s going on. I thought they were streamlining the thing. It took 20 minutes to give out the first acting award. It was like a giant never-ending group hug. Like actors don’t get enough love.
