Remember the end of St. Elmo's Fire, when Mare Winningham is talking to Rob Lowe in her new apartment and she says how she made a peanut butter sandwich the night before and she realized it was HER peanut butter and HER bread in HER apartment and it was the best peanut butter sandwich ever?
Something about eating a bowl of soup with a mixing spoon because I have no spoons yet reminded me of that.
I started moving some stuff in to my apartment today and I noticed the cord for the cable modem.
Hrm... I'm not liking the looks of this.
Since it is possible I may be without internet when I move in tomorrow, I'm going to go ahead and post January's banner tonight. You may need to bypass your cache to see the changes.
You can see the fruits of my labor of love in the footer below.
If you want to express your adoration for all things Marina, feel free to save as and host the image on your own server for your site.
And remember, every time you hot link from someone else's server, God kills a kitten after she's made the kitten watch 2 Girls 1 Cup a few hundred times.
(If you need one that works on a black background, like Daniel's, let me know. I have one that works for that too.)
What a whirlwind week this has been. At dinner on Wednesday, Jason mentioned a friend of his knew of an apartment for rent in historic downtown Phoenix. The next morning, I called the landlord to ask about it. He said he would be coming into town that day so I told him I could meet him during lunch to see it.
It's an awesome place. Small, cute and full of personality. All the things I'm not. (Ha!)
Everything about this seemed serendipitous. Next thing I knew, I was signing a lease and writing him a check for the deposit and first month's rent.
So that means HOLY CRAP(!), I'm moving in ONE WEEK. Oy. Luckily, I haven't fully unpacked from the last move. But still my head is spinning with to-do lists, but OMG I am super excited about this move! It's little secret I've been super bummed out living in rural suburbia, despite having the most awesome neighbors in the whole world. I miss living near stuff. Stuff that doesn't smell like industry or Jack In The Box.
So my holiday will be spent knee deep in boxes and packing tape, but I can't think of a better way to celebrate the start of a new year. Did I mention the best part? No roommates! w00t!
And of course, I've already taken the requisite bathroom mirror self pic.
Happy holidays y'all.
PS - Today is Daniel's birthday. Please go show him some love while he's working in the muck and mire of working holiday retail hell.
Ricker and I were discussing some possible career options for him to explore.
Me: Go-go dancing? Ricker: Not so much. No rhythm. Ricker: Also, I think Plus One might have something to say about that. Me: Do you know any ping pong ball expelling tricks? Me: Just thinking outside of the box. Ricker: I think you should get back in the box, now.
Last week, I received an instant message from a friend of mine. "I am outta the hospital. Just got home." To which I had an Angry Black Bitch moment: Blink. "I didn't know you were in the hospital," I replied. "I didn't wanna worry anyone until it was over." Okay, well... mission not-so-accomplished because now not only am I worried, but I'm also pissed.
Usually this time of year, I want to crawl under the covers and hide until the new year begins, but oddly enough, I am somewhat enjoying this holiday season. Must be the St. John's Wort.
I finished my holiday shopping today, with the exception of one gift that I'm likely not going to buy and ship until after Christmas because I'm a rebel like that.
Tomorrow, I'm going to see Blade Runner with John & Jason. Can you believe I've never seen it?
Thomas is in the throes of comprehensive exams for his PhD, a sadistic rite of passage Academia® likes to inflict on her students because she is one bad ass mutha who doesn't care if you think she's a bitch. On Thursday, I'm going to stop by to ensure his brain hasn't melted after twenty-four hours of testing.
I woke up late today. Well, actually I woke up on time but I hit the snooze for about an hour and a half.
Please ignore my dusty car clock.
08:57
You know what's funny? I cook breakfast for myself just about every day. But for the last three months, on the 12th of the month, I've picked up breakfast on my way to work. Weird.
09:29
My work's holiday party is this weekend. We've hired an 80s cover band to play, so we've been asked to contribute embarrassing photos of ourselves from back in the day. Here I am scanning a polaroid taken before senior prom.
I had not intention of going to prom, but three days before I was asked to take this girl from choir. Don't we make such a cute couple?
Can you feel our burgeoning teenage sexual chemistry?
A few observations about this photo:
I grew into my eyebrows.
I'm using more hair gel and hair spray than she is.
That jacket is from the Dynasty collection. White hot!
We are moving our cubes and stuff around so my little silver tree is no longer by a plug. But we've added lots of toys and the Dashboard Diva is performing her Christmas Extravaganza.
Something about this reminds me of Christmas Evie.
I intended to show you lovely pictures of the sushi we had for lunch, but I forgot to put the memory stick back in my camera. Doh! So I took a picture with my cell photo.
No amount of Photoshop can make this look better.
13:01
Walking back to work, we stopped in the Scary Lady Thrift Store across the street, where I saw this little gem.
17:40
I tend to be a little bah-humbugish about the holidays, but I do enjoy seeing this tree in the hallway every day.
17:40
After work, I went to find some new jeans. I lost a little weight this summer and all my jeans are baggy in the ass.
I'm digging these ultra dark ones.
18:52
Next I stopped at SUPER Target. It really is super. I feel its power when I walk inside. A power that compels me to fill my cart and spend my money.
I received an email from Sandy this afternoon. He's in town for a couple of days before heading to Tucson this weekend and asked if I was free. For international bloggers? Of course I am!
We had dinner at Cafe Istanbul which never disappoints. (Mmm..shwarma!) It was great meeting him and learning about his life in Sydney. We'll see each other this weekend at Homer's too.
Has it really been THREE WHOLE DAYS since I last posted? After the blogpostpalooza, I thought I might be on a roll and continue posting daily. But instead (much to the chagrin of a certain someone), I decided to forgo blogging this weekend and enjoy a rare occurrence here in The Valley Of The Sun®.
Rain.
Wet, dark, cold rain. Such a beautiful sight. The sun beats down on us so much here, that we loves us some gloomy weather.
The best part is waking up and hearing it rain outside. Then when it stops, the sun starts to break through, trying to reclaim its territory.
So awesome.
Something else that's awesome, is Patty Griffin's song, Rain.
