For Crying Outloud!
C'mon people! It's barely September. Geesh.
C'mon people! It's barely September. Geesh.
Read all about it on Tuna Girl's fan-freaking-tastic blog.
I went shopping for round two last night. I must say, the Dollar Tree NEVER disappoints.
In nasal related news, I'm starting to accept the fact I may never breathe through my nose again. Ugh. I am sick of this. Plus, I drank a hot toddy followed by a couple Nyquil® chasers the other night that I not only slept through an awesome storm, but also didn't realize the power went out. I woke up at 8 AM (late for work thankyouverymuch) when I heard my fan come alive.
Can a mouth-breather be a hottie too?
See his other photos here.
I'll send out the next batch next week. Hopefully by then I will be over this cold/allergy attack/whatever it is.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to blow my nose. Again. For the 100th time today.
Ugh.
So far none were returned so hopefully all five are on their way. I'm making another batch this weekend. Wheeee!
Special pixelated delivery.
A Hello Kitty Band-Aid for emergencies.
Second place. Mark wants to know what happened to first.
Holiday shit is already in stores. Isn't that gross?
A set of Hope Notes to share.
The first batch has gone out. I saw something on the post box about a 13 ounce hand delivery rule. I hope that doesn't fuck things up.
If you want to get a little sumptin sumptin, let me know.
"I've been thinking about moving."
This is a conversation Thomas and I have been having for a while now. Now that his dissertation is THIS CLOSE to being done, he's been looking for work at various universities. As for me, I just have wanderlust.
The desert has been good to me, but it's never felt like home. I'm not sure any place will, but I can't see myself here for the rest of my life.
My Big Fat Debt® is almost paid off and I will owe no one anything after that, so the idea of saving money over next year and looking around for a new city to live, seems like a good prospect.
So, today at lunch with Thomas, I started my usual thinking out loud, "I've been thinking about moving," again.
"Wanna move to Denver?"
He was offered a position there. Being so close to the beginning of the new term, that means he is moving very soon. Too soon.
I've been saying goodbye to too many people this year. Moving seem in the cards.
But where? I'm open to suggestions.
A couple weeks ago, I received an email from a reader (Hi Melissa!) who saw the Great Stampapalooza of 2006 and wanted to know if she could get in on that action. I send her a little sumptin, sumptin earlier this week.
It was a lot of fun the first time, so let's do it again! Email me your mailing address† (my email can be found in Contact Me or in the footer at the bottom of the page.) and I will mail you some goodies. I can't promise it will be as great as Tony Danza Post-it notes, but I will do my best.
† You won't be added to any databases or mailing lists. You probably won't receive a Christmas card either since I'm lazy and never mail them although I like telling people I don't mail them to help the environment because that sounds much better. You also won't be stalked, unless you are really hot. If you are really hot, send plenty of photos with your request.
So have I ever told you how awesome Amy is? She is pure energy. (When I typed "pure energy" I HAD to look up the Information Society video. Thanks YouTube!) When she does something, she throws herself into it 150% every single time, whether it be work, one of her many charity projects or one of those crazy marathons she run. (OMG she RUNS marathons, people!)
She has her own volunteer organization called Charity Chicks and she's raised tons of money and coordinated lots of volunteer projects. And she doesn't just coordinate these projects. She makes them into grand events with themes and costumes and prizes and games. She's insane fun.
I know of few people who do as much as she does. She's inspiring. I have no idea where her boundless energy comes from but I think someone should bottle it and sell it next to Red Bull at Circle K.
So with that in mind, my current Benevolent Blogger donation is her fund raising efforts to find a cure for cancer.
If you live in the Phoenix area, she is always having fundraising events and volunteer projects. Check them out and get involved. And most importantly, have fun!
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| 1960 | 1974 | 1990 |
Courtesy of Yearbook Yourself.
What's sad is, I think I have a photo that looks just like the 1990 photo. Cosby sweater and all.
I couldn't find a photo without facial hair so I think the 1960 one looks a little off. And creepy.
All I can think about 1974 is, "Dear gawd. Imagine that hair in this heat."
This is what my friend Kristin gave me for my birthday. You remember Kristin, right? She writes a blog about living a healthier lifestyle called Healthy or Bust.
This gift is emphasis on the bust. And not this bust either.
If you look closely you'll see a chocolate bar with Pop Rocks. Yes, you read that right. Chocolate and Pop Rocks. What is this world coming to?
I ate it this afternoon and all I'll say is the phrase "party in my mouth," has never been so apropos.
If you look even more closely, you'll see some Batman bubble bath. Batman smells like cherries. Who knew?
They really went all out for my birthday at work.
Okay people. Brace yourselves. This is what 39 looks like.
Scary, huh? I didn't blur the photo by the way. My camera's flash is starting to crap out. (Hey Oprah, I'm still waiting.)
In celebration of my final year of my third decade, I present you with this special hand-crafted birthday mix. Enjoy!
And if that's not enough, there is also this little gem. (Thanks Nicole!)
I found some inspiration for this month's banner.
Goodbye Apple wet floor look. Hello Dark Knighty look.
(You may have to bypass your cache to see this summer's blockbuster banner.)
And by the way, OMG it's raining here!
Yesterday, I let The Greg® talk me into walking around downtown in the late afternoon to take pictures.
What was I thinking? It's really fucking hot, yo.
That's what they say at least.
I have to admit, I love graffiti and murals.
Make clicky here to see the rest.
Silly Thomas. When I told him we were going to celebrate Kandy's birthday at Dave & Buster's, an arcade for grown folks, he thought he'd need these.
In his defense, he hasn't been to an arcade since they used quarters. I broke it to him that most laundromats don't use quarters either.
See the other photos here or below.
