December 5th, 2008
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November 24th, 2008
Danny has a bag of awesome red dirt that I brought home from my trip to South Africa. It was the hoof print of the teenage male Rhino that almost rammed our truck when we were on Safari. it is currently in a ziplock bag in a plastic grocery bag on his dresser. Yesterday he cleaned off his dresser (only so that he could tell me to clean mine off too! ;o) and when he put the bag back, he left the handles sticking straight up.
We were chatting in bed before turning out the lights and I noticed that the bag was there looming at us in a menacing way, with its handles pointing toward the ceiling and the bag all puffed out and threatening like. I said that and he told me I should just go fix it and push down the handles. "No, it might get me!" I replied. (it was a "hoof" print in a menacing bag after all) Because he loves me he got out of the comfy warm bed and went to fix the bag for me.
All was going well, until all of a sudden the bag ferociously attacked him! (Okay, he pretended the bag was attacking, but I totally bought it.) I screamed! He laughed. I cried. He cried, because he was laughing. I smacked him with pillows. He laughed some more. He's a bad man.
I guess you had to be there.
We were chatting in bed before turning out the lights and I noticed that the bag was there looming at us in a menacing way, with its handles pointing toward the ceiling and the bag all puffed out and threatening like. I said that and he told me I should just go fix it and push down the handles. "No, it might get me!" I replied. (it was a "hoof" print in a menacing bag after all) Because he loves me he got out of the comfy warm bed and went to fix the bag for me.
All was going well, until all of a sudden the bag ferociously attacked him! (Okay, he pretended the bag was attacking, but I totally bought it.) I screamed! He laughed. I cried. He cried, because he was laughing. I smacked him with pillows. He laughed some more. He's a bad man.
I guess you had to be there.
November 8th, 2008
If you used to read 9 Chickweed Lane (now 9 Chickweed) and you haven't read it recently check out the last couple of weeks of strips. Yesterday's strip was one of the most erotic I've ever seen!
http://comics.com/9_chickweed_lane/2 008-11-07/
Interestingly enough, Yahoo stopped making the strip available on their "my yahoo" page when Seth, Edda's huge, masculine, homosexual ballet dance partner, and they still choose not to run some of the strips for some reason.
http://comics.com/9_chickweed_lane/2
Interestingly enough, Yahoo stopped making the strip available on their "my yahoo" page when Seth, Edda's huge, masculine, homosexual ballet dance partner, and they still choose not to run some of the strips for some reason.
October 30th, 2008
I'm going through some old papers in an effort to cull the teeming mass of stuff (ha!) and came across a 'Teen Magazine from 1981. There is some great stuff in here, and by great I mean really really cheesy. There are the required ads for Revlon Flex Shampoo and Conditioner, Bonne Bell, Cover Girl, Love's Baby Soft, Noxzema, something called Femiron (used for extra vitamin and iron protection when dieting, Bain de Soleil (for taht St. Tropez tan), Dr. School excercise sandals, Cutex nail polish, Hawaiian Tropic, Babe cologne, Vidal Sassoon, keds, le Tube (the fashion tubetopfrom Europe!), Wate-On (the weight gaining diet pill for those "underweights" who need help getting their "wate-on", ha!).
Let's see... there is an ad for a book called "How to Kiss with Confidence" (and I must mention they oh-so-cleverly turned the second S backwards to evoke the vision of a kissing couple). "Learn about other teens' first kliss experience, how to flirt, how to touch and many more ideas" New! With descriptive photos! There is an ad for a Photo ID "solid, one-piece card (no tell-tale "glued-on" photo)", a sealed can of Genuine Puppy Love... I almost really love this one! Head & Shoulders wants to help you with your flakes (with a bottle shape I totally remember) and there is a whole page of small "lose weight" ads,
There are two ads for sililar products that I never acually saw in action and I was ondeirng if anyone else did...Sun Signs and Tanagrams. Sun signs is a liquid lotion/gel and Tanagrams is leather, but both allow you to tan grafitti onto your skin. You can use the lotion like a bleach pen and everything else will tan but your design will remain pale. Said designs can include "signing your name, initials in a heart, telephone numbers and many other cute designs" according to the ad. Telephone numbers?! Really? Tanagrams are strips of leather with letters/numbers/symbols punched out that you wrap around your arm, ankle, head or thigh. Yes, they expect you to wear a leather band around your forehead so you can tan words there. Golden Palace Casino where were you in 1981?!?
Anyway, the band is basically a tanning stencil. You have a thick band of pale with little tan letters written on your body. Apparently this was a "great new fad" in '81. "Be the first in your neighborhood to have that very special tan..." I think they use the term "special" quite appropriately here. :o)
Let's see... there is an ad for a book called "How to Kiss with Confidence" (and I must mention they oh-so-cleverly turned the second S backwards to evoke the vision of a kissing couple). "Learn about other teens' first kliss experience, how to flirt, how to touch and many more ideas" New! With descriptive photos! There is an ad for a Photo ID "solid, one-piece card (no tell-tale "glued-on" photo)", a sealed can of Genuine Puppy Love... I almost really love this one! Head & Shoulders wants to help you with your flakes (with a bottle shape I totally remember) and there is a whole page of small "lose weight" ads,
There are two ads for sililar products that I never acually saw in action and I was ondeirng if anyone else did...Sun Signs and Tanagrams. Sun signs is a liquid lotion/gel and Tanagrams is leather, but both allow you to tan grafitti onto your skin. You can use the lotion like a bleach pen and everything else will tan but your design will remain pale. Said designs can include "signing your name, initials in a heart, telephone numbers and many other cute designs" according to the ad. Telephone numbers?! Really? Tanagrams are strips of leather with letters/numbers/symbols punched out that you wrap around your arm, ankle, head or thigh. Yes, they expect you to wear a leather band around your forehead so you can tan words there. Golden Palace Casino where were you in 1981?!?
Anyway, the band is basically a tanning stencil. You have a thick band of pale with little tan letters written on your body. Apparently this was a "great new fad" in '81. "Be the first in your neighborhood to have that very special tan..." I think they use the term "special" quite appropriately here. :o)
October 28th, 2008
Gail Borden (the condensed milk inventor dude), conceived the notion in 1853, by watching his wife add sugar to her milk in order to keep her full-figured voluptuousness, a sign of beauty and wealth at the time.
It would be awesome if that were still the case today!
It would be awesome if that were still the case today!
October 16th, 2008
We'er approx 24 hours out from leaving for So. Cal. We're seeing people, eating food and there was something else, what was it... oh yeah GOING TO HALLOWEEN HAUNT BABY!
Woo hoo!
Quite exciting. Here's hoping it isn't too hot.
Knott's Scary Farm here we come!
Woo hoo!
Quite exciting. Here's hoping it isn't too hot.
Knott's Scary Farm here we come!
October 8th, 2008
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Bwa ha haa ha ha haaa! So, that's you know, coming along. :o)
So I am 24% evil. "The most dangerous kind of evil!" That's almost a full 1/4 Evil! Not quite ready to send in my application to the Evil League of Evil yet though. And why the fuck does my Evil have large eyes, a smile and cute wings?! (See what I did there? With that swear, I totally added another 2% to my Evil score, Thus bumping me into the full 1/4 Evilness range I'm sure of it!)
Wait... Looking at nudie pics counts toward your evilness as does making a prank phone call, but swearing doesn't make the cut!? WTF? :o7
How evil are you?
Bwa ha haa ha ha haaa! So, that's you know, coming along. :o)
So I am 24% evil. "The most dangerous kind of evil!" That's almost a full 1/4 Evil! Not quite ready to send in my application to the Evil League of Evil yet though. And why the fuck does my Evil have large eyes, a smile and cute wings?! (See what I did there? With that swear, I totally added another 2% to my Evil score, Thus bumping me into the full 1/4 Evilness range I'm sure of it!)
Wait... Looking at nudie pics counts toward your evilness as does making a prank phone call, but swearing doesn't make the cut!? WTF? :o7
How evil are you?
I can't sleep tonight so I am up web surfing with a clingy kitten on my lap. (Using him as a table for my keyboard. :o) Somehow I landed at Old Navy's website. (don't remember how, as I don't go to their brick and morter stores, but whatever.) I found that they have a section "Exclusively Online!" for us larger gals. "Exclusively Online." I get what the words mean; that these items are not 'found in stores.' I get that. What irks me is: 1. Why the hell not?! 2. They make it sound as if I am supposed to feel special about this exclusivity.
To ice this particular cake, while other Old Navy items bought online can be returned to the store for a refund, their plus sized items cannot.
Sorry for the swear. I am tired, can't sleep and am cranky.
To ice this particular cake, while other Old Navy items bought online can be returned to the store for a refund, their plus sized items cannot.
Sorry for the swear. I am tired, can't sleep and am cranky.
October 6th, 2008
My usual MO is to gather gifts throughout the year for birthdays and Christmas/Hanukkah. That way I'm not rushing around at the last minute and I always have something to give to my loved ones. Usually, the system works out really well for me. Until today. I was going through one of my boxes and I came across a number of really nice gift items I had long ago gathered for a friend who no longer speaks to me. Great. They were specially purchased for this person, so now what do I do with them? I guess I could keep them and hope to find someone else to eventually give them to, donate them or send them off to the person anyway. The first option is a long shot, the second is sad and the third...well, who knows how that would turn out.
Sigh...
What would you do?
Sigh...
What would you do?
No, not the Pink Ladies from Grease 1 and 2. I'm talking about the little pink ribbon for breast cancer. You really can't go anywhere these days without seeing some product urging you to Think Pink and buy it because it has a little pink ribbon on it or is totally covered in pink paint. For example, this morning I wanted to play Lego Indiana Jones on the XBox 360. I turned it on and there was an advert for the "Madden NFL 09" football game. The case had a pink ribbon and is urging you to buy it to support a breast cancer foundation. WTF does this football game have to do with breast cancer research!?
October 3rd, 2008
It's official, I've been forgetting to post because I've been Twittering instead. Anyone else here twitter?
Let' see, random fast items...
Let' see, random fast items...
- we went to a great Jackson Browne concert with Danny, two encores and lots of standing ovations
- we are in the middle of remodeling the kitchen, cabinets are filling the room and will be locked into place soon
- I've been making tombstones for halloween
- joined a crafting swap group
- thinking of going to pastry chef school
- going to Halloween Haunt at Knotts Scary Farm in So Cal in a couple of weeks
- went to see Who's Live Anyway (the stage version of "Whose Line is is Anyway?" TV program
- Finally met JD's wife and kids after 4 years or so (they came over from Australia)
- went to Rat City Rollergirl Championship game which rocked
- got my motorcycle tuned up and rode :)
- got our bicycles tuned up and haven't ridden yet
- had a fabulous game night with tons of people
September 25th, 2008
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Twittering for a while now and finally last week or so jumped onto the wagon. I found that I actually enjoy it. Who'da thunk it? I post on Twitter far more often than I do LJ because I can just add a line or two here and there without having to do a whole long message. Also, sometimes I just want to tell someone something I find amusing or interesting and doesn't merit a whole LJ ramble. If I post the little thoughts on LJ people would just have their friends page inundated with my random thoughts. No one wants that. :o) Anyway, I'm still posting here too, just not the little everyday amusing (or not) stuff as much.
September 15th, 2008
I just took a quiz asking me to decide whether the small photos of an "Oh!" face was a Food Network Personality or a Porn Star.
I scored 100% correct. A+ 30/30
What does this say about me?!
I scored 100% correct. A+ 30/30
What does this say about me?!
September 8th, 2008
Hairstylists and I have been having a rough year as a team. I used to go to my friend B, who was an awesome stylist on the island, but since moving to the mainland... well. There have been issues.
My previous attempt was back in April when I went to a salon in Renton. The girl was not unfriendly, but she wasn't particularly engaging either. She neglected to color my bangs along with the rest of my hair, didn't seem to grasp the concept of "don't poke the client in the ears with your scissors" and ended up burning my head (smoke actually rose from my scalp.) All in all, not be a repeat client.
I decided to go to a magazine release party in Seattle on Sunday so on Friday I decided to research Yelp to see what salons were in the area and had appointments a few hours before the party. (Taking care of two city errands in one swoop) I chose one and made an appointment for that morning.
This is what I wanted:
1. bleach my two grown out back of head braids (the ones I've had for 3+ years) and recolor using purple and red color products brought with me
2. foil and bleach sections of rest of hair and recolor using purple, blue and pink color products brought with me.
This is what I got yesterday:
1. braid not fully bleached
2. care not taken when washing hair resulting in tangles in unbraided section.
2a. tremendous amount of hair pulled out of braid sections due to not taking time to comb though knots
3. bleach on my shirt
4. color on my neck and scalp
4a. this was less of an issue really than the attitude I got when asking if there was any stain remover to use on my neck. There is always a bit of color on my heaid, it is difficult to avoid.
5. uneven coloring of braids
6. hot pink (a nice color actually even if it wasn't one of the ones I brought) down the center of my part...and only down the center of my part
6a. non coloring on most of rest head
7. a rush job
The pink is a striking color and looks interesting. The problem is that the only place he put it was down my part and my bangs, whick now make me look like a sort of punky skunk. Not the look I was going for. I wanted purple, blue and pink/red all over "highlights" that were understaed until I moved or the light shone on it or you got closer and then WHAM! Nifty color! Sigh... just looks like the 80's landed on my head.
I called the manager last night to complain and ended up speaking with the owner. I will be going in again today so taht he can fix it and make me happy. The worst part though is that he cannot fix the pulled out hair. There was so much pulled out that I don't know If I can still braid it into two braids. (there is approx half of what I used to have) and my back scalp still tingles from it. If you get your eyebrows plucked or waxed you know what I'm talking about.
Sigh, my usual mantra is, "it's just hair, it'll grow back" and that still is the case. What bugs me is that I paid him and he did a crappy job that looks homedone and may have to cut my braids due to all the hair he pulled out.
I'll get over it, I'm just whining (or whinging as our Aussie friends say.)
My previous attempt was back in April when I went to a salon in Renton. The girl was not unfriendly, but she wasn't particularly engaging either. She neglected to color my bangs along with the rest of my hair, didn't seem to grasp the concept of "don't poke the client in the ears with your scissors" and ended up burning my head (smoke actually rose from my scalp.) All in all, not be a repeat client.
I decided to go to a magazine release party in Seattle on Sunday so on Friday I decided to research Yelp to see what salons were in the area and had appointments a few hours before the party. (Taking care of two city errands in one swoop) I chose one and made an appointment for that morning.
This is what I wanted:
1. bleach my two grown out back of head braids (the ones I've had for 3+ years) and recolor using purple and red color products brought with me
2. foil and bleach sections of rest of hair and recolor using purple, blue and pink color products brought with me.
This is what I got yesterday:
1. braid not fully bleached
2. care not taken when washing hair resulting in tangles in unbraided section.
2a. tremendous amount of hair pulled out of braid sections due to not taking time to comb though knots
3. bleach on my shirt
4. color on my neck and scalp
4a. this was less of an issue really than the attitude I got when asking if there was any stain remover to use on my neck. There is always a bit of color on my heaid, it is difficult to avoid.
5. uneven coloring of braids
6. hot pink (a nice color actually even if it wasn't one of the ones I brought) down the center of my part...and only down the center of my part
6a. non coloring on most of rest head
7. a rush job
The pink is a striking color and looks interesting. The problem is that the only place he put it was down my part and my bangs, whick now make me look like a sort of punky skunk. Not the look I was going for. I wanted purple, blue and pink/red all over "highlights" that were understaed until I moved or the light shone on it or you got closer and then WHAM! Nifty color! Sigh... just looks like the 80's landed on my head.
I called the manager last night to complain and ended up speaking with the owner. I will be going in again today so taht he can fix it and make me happy. The worst part though is that he cannot fix the pulled out hair. There was so much pulled out that I don't know If I can still braid it into two braids. (there is approx half of what I used to have) and my back scalp still tingles from it. If you get your eyebrows plucked or waxed you know what I'm talking about.
Sigh, my usual mantra is, "it's just hair, it'll grow back" and that still is the case. What bugs me is that I paid him and he did a crappy job that looks homedone and may have to cut my braids due to all the hair he pulled out.
I'll get over it, I'm just whining (or whinging as our Aussie friends say.)
August 31st, 2008
OMG! Darth Vader explains math concepts! I can't express how thrilled I am to find this.
Vader Explains the Pythagorean Theoream
"Don’t underestimate the dark side of the triangle."
Vader Explains the Pythagorean Theoream
"Don’t underestimate the dark side of the triangle."
August 27th, 2008
All my life I have been unfortunate with my surroundings; mostly to the tune of bruises, scratches, bumps and the like -- nothing major. I've also always had brittle short nails. I never really wanted long nails; at least not as long as most of my schoolmates. Even the colorguard girls had long nails! Still don't know how they managed that one.
I'm not into the acrylic nail thing, nail jewelery or specially painted designs. Since I have short chubby fingers I do like to paint my nails so my hands look less masculine, but I do that home. Historically, I would grow a long nail (and by that I mean the nail was just peeking past the rest of the finger.), get all excited, then break it within a week. It is a vicious nail cycle, but I am used to it. Recently things have changed.
All of a sudden my nails are pretty strong and quite long. This time, long means long -- a good 1/4 inch longer than my finger. Course I have no background to draw on when doing simple tasks such as: typing on a computer keyboard, opening a car door, typing on my phone, opening a non handled drawer or cabinet door. I have discovered that nails help deliver a good backscratch, an eye rolling shampoo and are quite useful as a price sticker removing tool.
Dunno how I managed this one. Wonder how long it will last.
I'm not into the acrylic nail thing, nail jewelery or specially painted designs. Since I have short chubby fingers I do like to paint my nails so my hands look less masculine, but I do that home. Historically, I would grow a long nail (and by that I mean the nail was just peeking past the rest of the finger.), get all excited, then break it within a week. It is a vicious nail cycle, but I am used to it. Recently things have changed.
All of a sudden my nails are pretty strong and quite long. This time, long means long -- a good 1/4 inch longer than my finger. Course I have no background to draw on when doing simple tasks such as: typing on a computer keyboard, opening a car door, typing on my phone, opening a non handled drawer or cabinet door. I have discovered that nails help deliver a good backscratch, an eye rolling shampoo and are quite useful as a price sticker removing tool.
Dunno how I managed this one. Wonder how long it will last.
August 19th, 2008
http://www.sinfest.net/archive_page.php?c omicID=25
Thanks Hendi
Thanks HendiAugust 15th, 2008
The more they stay the same.
Just as I did when I was a young whippersnapper, today I spent the 95+ degree day day seeing a movie (and enjoying their A/C) and browsing the library (and enjoying their A/C). Just as I did then, I saw a "scary" movie. Just as I did then, I brought home even more books. Just as I did then, I stayed till closing time and got kicked out of the library. Ah, tradition.
Just as I did when I was a young whippersnapper, today I spent the 95+ degree day day seeing a movie (and enjoying their A/C) and browsing the library (and enjoying their A/C). Just as I did then, I saw a "scary" movie. Just as I did then, I brought home even more books. Just as I did then, I stayed till closing time and got kicked out of the library. Ah, tradition.



