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August 31, 2005

Last night I had the

Last night I had the exact opposite of a bad dream -- rather than monsters and spiders and axe murderers at every turn, it was all of the people I love best. They were everywhere!
 
I won't bore you with the dreamy details that wouldn't make sense to anyone not watching the replay in my head, but I was meeting Ryan in Northern California somewhere and so I made the road trip with an ex-boyfriend from high school and had the best time driving up there. When we got there, it was like a large frat house (except WAY cleaner) and all of my current friends as well as faces from the past were there. Somehow (through the magic of dreams!) I was able to sit and hold conversations with everyone, almost simultaneously, without interruptions or being rude. Everyone was laughing and smiling and noshing on great hors d'oeuvres and drinking Mexican Coke [with real cane sugar - mmmm!]. It was so much fun that it was crushingly disappointing to wake up.
 
Also please know that YOU were there -- and it was awesomely fun. 
 
Seriously people, we need to get together more often.
 
 
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Posted by giddygirlie at 10:41 AM |

August 30, 2005

I keep expecting it to



I keep expecting it to just - wham! - hit me. And then I will be a Grown Up. And I will STOP doing childish things. I won't worry about things that go bump in the night. I won't wear t-shirts with cartoons on them. I won't giggle when someone farts. I will put my sunglasses in their case and my purse won't have breathmints stuck on the side or pennies rolling in the bottom. I'll get a french manicure and maintain it. I'll wake up in time to blow dry my hair and iron my clothes -- no more warming things up in the dryer until the moment I walk out the door. I'll have more than $6 in the bank and I'll use it for things like the water bill instead of for candy necklaces and girl scout cookies. I'll make dinner every night and not groan about 'chicken again' when I go to the refrigerator.

maybe... someday

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Posted by giddygirlie at 11:31 AM |

August 29, 2005

he's a heck of a



he's a heck of a dancer, and can jump over his own foot... quite a Disco Duck

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Posted by giddygirlie at 1:30 PM |

why? someone is playing "She

why?
  • someone is playing "She Thinks My Tractor Is Sexy" on repeat
  • my neighbor has been on the phone for TWO HOURS talking about these "oh my god, hot guys" at some LA Club, that is a 5 star joint -- and they just wore "tennis outfits -- you know, like the striped jogging pants and windbreaker kind of jacket" and then squeezed 8 people into their $380 a night hotel room. Classy. It's annoying because I've been hearing the details for TWO HOURS...
  • people who create "forms" in Word, but it's not really a form so when you type on the line, it screws up all of the spacing and margins. HATE.
  • commiserating with other people over IDIOTS who 'out' your blog. HATE.
  • the knot in my shoulder is back ALREADY after I just paid $50 on Saturday to have it rubbed out (although, seriously, everyone in the world should go get a massage right now -- best. feeling. ever.)
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Posted by giddygirlie at 12:16 PM |

August 26, 2005

ok, my pants today have

ok, my pants today have issues. apparently, my zipper is a slave to gravity and every slight movement (such as typing on the keyboard) prompts it to start unzipping itself. Noisily.
 
so I am standing there talking to someone [perfectly still, of course] and rrrrrriiiiiippppp and she looks at me, eyebrow raised "um, did you just tear your pants?"  "no, it's just my zipper"  cut to me fumbling my own crotch for the zipper and doing the reverse rrrrriiiiippp back to the top, and then holding it there. GOOD LOOK FOR ME. very professional.
 
 
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Posted by giddygirlie at 1:46 PM |

August 25, 2005

if you don't read Dan's

if you don't read Dan's blog then you're missing not ONLY the cutest baby pictures EVER, but also you won't get the joke*
 
 
 
 
*and I want you to get the joke -- so go read!!
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Posted by giddygirlie at 2:12 PM |

Off to the MD --

Off to the MD -- I need some new face cream for my eczema and the doc insists on seeing me in the office. Bleh. Just call something in! If I overdose on LOTION then too bad, so sad... my family will have the distinct honor of being the only people in America who have a dead daughter, due to face lotion overload. I promise I won't sue. In fact, I'll be dead. And my family will be too embarrassed to file suit, so you're off the hook.
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Posted by giddygirlie at 10:48 AM |

August 24, 2005

Deputy Clemetine Johnson : Wait!

Deputy Clemetine Johnson : Wait! I have one in my trunk! Deputy Trudy Wiegel : You have a wedding dress in the trunk of your cruiser? Deputy Clemetine Johnson : Well, yeah... and a beekeeper's hat, a floral mu mu, some plastic leis... you never know when you'll need something, right? Deputy Trudy Wiegel : ... I usually find myself without a tampon



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Posted by giddygirlie at 9:39 AM |

August 22, 2005

Harder than understanding a 40

Harder than understanding a 40 Year Old Virgin, is actually knowing someone like that. Much like the movie, My Friend is not some creepy freak or horrifically ugly.. he has a good job, a nice place, is well-groomed and actually quite handsome… instead, he is a victim of circumstance. Since he is fast approaching 30 and still hasn’t had sex, he’s almost resigned himself to the fact that it will never happen… or that if he has the chance, he will be so nervous/bad that it’s not worth the embarrassment. So instead he stays in his shell…

The movie was FUCKING hilarious, but in real life my heart breaks for My Friend. He’s such a great person – honestly, I really really really like him – and I know so many girls who think he’s handsome [he looks more than a little like Brad Pitt] and would GLADLY go out with him, but feel awkward approaching him (since he’s kind of a hunk) and he won’t approach them, because of his nervousness. It’s a vicious cycle… poor doll.

Anyway, the movie : great, totally funny. Not at all what I expected. I didn’t know it was R-Rated, so the strong language and lewd references threw me off a bit at first. The theater was packed, so it was really fun to see because everyone was laughing and pointing at their friends next to them with each joke (toy collections are dorky – point to Ryan, etc.) and one of the funniest parts of the movie didn’t have the best jokes, but it was just so… real… when the guys are playing video games in the apartment and being competitive and saying a bunch of “you know how I know you’re gay?” jokes in rapid succession. It was a fun movie.
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In other news : my eczema on my eye is killing me now… the corner of my eyes are all swollen and I can’t wear make-up, so I look like I have been beat up. Hot look. I have an appointment to see my doctor tomorrow, and hopefully she can give me something better. And something that isn’t $30 a refill – holy shit.

Also, in my bizarre medical news I have the biggest, blackest bruise on my leg and I have NO IDEA how I got it. I don't remember running into anything, and you'd think that something that dark and purple would take some force... *sigh* I am getting to that point in my old age where I have to do the Random Bruise Check whenever I bathe...


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Posted by giddygirlie at 10:11 AM |

August 19, 2005

I finished Book #3

I finished Book #3 and am on my way to the Goblet of Fire...


Also, thanks to Styro, Ryan and I have been revisiting our infatuation with OpIvy. Have you ever listened, I mean really listened to the lyrics? I've always just sang along, not thinking... how stupid I have been :

The position being taken is not to be mistaken
For attempted education or righteous accusation
Only a description, just an observation of the pitiful
Condition of our degeneration
Walls made of opinions thru which we speak and never listen
Ceiling made of pride vicious and self satisfied
Door thats made of rage hard and slowly aged
Always closing tighter with every war that's waged
Room without a window cant see out...
Floor is made of lives we'd gladly end to stay inside
Corners made of borders, borders made of law and order
Painted with the words of politicians and religion
Plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division
Room without a window cant see out...


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Posted by giddygirlie at 4:31 PM |

August 18, 2005

This morning, driving to work,

This morning, driving to work, Dire Straits came on the radio and I was instantly transported back to being 7 again, bopping along to Video One (the precursor to MTV, that we po' folks w/o cable could get on VHF) watching the creepy computer animated workers, hauling microwaves. I've always loved this song. Progressively more as I got older and understood it more and more. And now being the bitter laborer envying the pop stars...
 
Did you know :
  • that's Sting singing "I want my MTV" and the chorus "money for nothin', chicks for free"
  • the song was written about an actual conversation that was overheard, where 2 delivery men were complaining -- the lyrics are actual things that they said
  • MTV used the line "I want my MTV" straight from this song as their tagline for years
  • this was the first music video to have computer animation
Lyrics :
 
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the mtv
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tv's

See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's a millionaire

We gotta install microwave ovesns
Custom kitchens deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tv's

I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And he's up there, what's that? hawaiian noises?
Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tv's, lord

Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the mtv
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your chicks for free
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
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Posted by giddygirlie at 1:28 PM |

August 17, 2005

say what you will, but

say what you will, but Payless has had some CUTE shoes lately... in particular, the Airwalks.

I just got a pair for $9 (nine bucks!!!) that aren't on the website, but are the classic skate shoe* but the pattern is checkered baby blue and black with black and white skulls. For NINE DOLLARS.

I will post pictures tomorrow.


*the one pictured is on sales for $12.99, but I was only allowed to choose one pair. I also want every pattern and color of these argyle patterned ones (they literally have 10 colors in the store).


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Posted by giddygirlie at 12:24 PM |

I received my 3rd email

  • I received my 3rd email message from a foot fetishist who found a picture of my feet on the internet, begging for more pictures and offering free foot massages. These are possibly hoaxes, but if not I am totally down for free foot massages! I promise to pretend that I don't notice you touching yourself while doing it... I'm good like that.
  • Chris had an article in the OC Register on Monday [read it here] about his comic book (Easy Way), and the sobering-up process that it took for him to get to writing the story. Chris has a MILLION stories -- specializing in the "WTF? You did that??" variety. Ask him to tell you about the "truth" tattoo on the inside of his lip...
  • I got bit by a spider over the weekend -- possibly Saturday night -- and have this ugly welt on my side. Since I wasn't sick (fever, nausea, etc.) there isn't much else that anyone will do for a bite, so I just stayed home. I did, however, mark the red lines to see if they got any bigger (sign of spreading infection), which they didn't. But for the past 2 days my face has been a little puffy, which isn't necessarily anything to do with the bite (could be lack of sleep) but I blame the spidey... so I haven't been wearing eye make-up. This means that I look like death warmed over (as mom would say). Today, I scribbled on a little eyeliner but had to skip the mascara. Anyone got any good secrets for unpuffing eyes that doesn't involve anus cream?
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Posted by giddygirlie at 9:39 AM |

August 15, 2005

I apologize, I have been

I apologize, I have been absent. I have no note from my mom or anyone else... but I am back y'all. And saying things like "y'all"!!

The wedding was really fun. I think everyone enjoyed themselves thoroughly. I posted a few pictures on Flickr, but not too many because I started them their OWN Flickr account, so that everyone can post the pictures, collectively. Our friend Brad did the photography and he took something like 300+ pictures! I forgot to bring my Granny Camera (so named, because it's - gasp- 4 years old and waaaaaay out of style) that holds 200 pictures. Instead, I brought the rookie that only takes 25. I got a few good ones though. I think. Since I was in the ceremony, I couldn't take pictures from up in the Sanctuary but I wished that I could have -- John was making faces at all of us and flipping his eyelids upside down while they were kneeling (the bridesmaids stand). His sister Betsy was trying not to crack up and hissing at him to stop it, but to no avail. Yeah, we're going to hell for sure.

My hair was SO crispy -- it was hilarious. I thought it looked kind of neat, but Ryan's picture of my "hair" showcases the cleavage mostly. I also never got a picture of me and Ryan in our formal wear -- the first time I handed off the camera was when we were back at the hotel later in the evening and I had changed into jeans and a t-shirt. Oh well. We still have the dress and he has a suit -- we can wing it if we ever REALLY want a picture like that.


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Posted by giddygirlie at 12:59 PM |

August 10, 2005

I have really tiny feet.



I have really tiny feet. Even for a girl of my size, my feet are small. Ryan doesn't have gigantic feet, either, but the other night I put on his shoe (yes those are my froggie pajamas) and it looked so ridiculously huge. Ruckus came to see what we were laughing about and just kept rolling his eyes, because I am such a dork.

Also, if you have Grey Cats, you should add your pics to my Flickr group.

I also posted some misc. pictures and Ryan's birthday pictures (which are probably boring beyond words for those of you who don't know us).

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Posted by giddygirlie at 10:17 AM |

August 9, 2005

Ha! Take THAT Ryan! Once

Ha! Take THAT Ryan! Once again I launched the sneak attack and drop-kicked you right into the middle of a get-together with your friends to celebrate YOUR birthday. SURPRISE!!
 
And like I told you in the car, you need this -- you deserve this. You're always so kind and concerned with everyone else... investing all of your time into making John and Rosey feel special before their wedding. You needed a little something that was just for you. I know that made me wildly unpopular with you for a few minutes, but once you settled in and saw that everyone was so glad to be there, to celebrate YOU, you started smiling and laughing. Sure, the beers helped -- not to mention Brent's filthy jokes! Man, that guy was funny : "Ken, you're old. Didn't you do 'Safety Dance' in your high school talent show? And call yourself 'Men Without Pants'??"
 
And again, my apologies for the abrupt interruption in the festivities -- how could I know that the bowling alley closes at 10pm (don't answer that!)?? Zach and Breck deserve all the credit for suggesting Godfather's for some after-bowling drinks. That was pretty cool, despite the fact that you nearly gagged your Irish Carbomb [lightweight!]. But in the end, the 5 other beers you drank washed it all down.
 
I'm not mad at all that you invited the party back to our filthy, dishevelled house at 2am. It was great to hang out a bit more... but next time : clear it with me first, ok? The living room is like a minefield right now with crap everywhere, I could have died of embarrassment. Apparently, not everyone was as bothered by it, since I had to literally bounce the rest of the group at 4am -- much to your protest ("can't we just call in sick tomorrow and sleep in?"). Ugh, this morning was hell. I am typing to stay awake.
 
It was a fun night, and I am glad you enjoyed yourself. Happy birthday (2 days early), bub. I love ya.
 
And yes, the pictures will be posted on Flickr tonight, so the whole world can laugh at you.
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Posted by giddygirlie at 9:24 AM |

August 7, 2005

Today we went to our

Today we went to our friends' wedding shower [it was a couples shower] which was really nice. I wanted to die of envy... this house was my dream. It was big, spacious, decorated like a Pottery Barn catalog and... and!... they had 2 tree swings in the front yard! The kind with a wooden plank seat and sailor rope... *sigh* The place was like a dollhouse fantasy come true. Ryan even commented to John that he shouldn't have invited us, because now he'll have to hear about it forever "oh did you see how cute their bar set was??" What can I say? I am a capitalistic pig and would give my left boob for a house in Newport Beach -- both boobs for THIS house.

The FUNNY part is that Ryan and I are never punctual. Not that we don't try to be, it just seems that despite all of our best efforts, we're always 10 minutes late. To everything. But today, we were ON TIME. We were there 1 minute early, even. I was so proud. We were patting ourselves on the back -- hey, we got 4 hours of sleep and we got here one minute early, congratulations babe! And then we knock on the door.... nothing. Ring the bell... nada. Look through the windows, don't see anyone -- oh, they're in the back yard (which was recently re-done for hosting the wedding reception). Ryan went around : no one. Wuh??

TURNS OUT that you should read the invitation. It was not at John's parent's house, it was at his aunt and uncle's house. Oh. Damn. So we had to call, get directions and drive over [a convenient 10 minute trip]. So there we were, 11:10am, trying to convince everyone we WERE there on time. Just at the wrong place. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I also forgot my camera so I have NO pictures to share, but there were SO many good ones to take. I just kept kicking myself. Over and over.

I will post my home-made gift pictures, though. I am a slave for Flickr.


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Posted by giddygirlie at 9:56 PM |

August 5, 2005

I'm 34 in all the

I'm 34 in all the wrong places.
 
I think this is going to be my new motto --my mantra -- my new headline -- my tombstone.
 
[stress] 8 days 'til The Wedding [/stress]
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Posted by giddygirlie at 3:08 PM |

August 3, 2005

I have so many stories

I have so many stories swirling in my head, but no time to type them all out... and probably not anything you'd really want to hear anyway. Maybe someday I'll post 'em up somewhere.

Am I the only one who feels cheated by not going to Blogher? I feel... left out. I want to meet people! Stay in hotels! Wash with tiny soaps! Drink gin and laugh about poop!!

Where are the SoCal blogger meet-ups?? I demand that you come to see me and bring your adorable children, so that I can squeeze them!! In the meantime, I think I have to kidnap Will and drag him to the New York Dolls show at the House of Blues... any other takers? I don't bite (unless paid to do so or you are an infant with chubby cheeks)!! I chew with my mouth closed (mostly) and I promise not to post unflattering pictures of you on Flickr!!

Let's start a fund-raiser to host something fun... to fly some of our favorite people from out of town to SoCal, we can hang out at the beach and drink mojitos and get sunburned and trade stories about poop and the latest blogging technology... or the best picture of Ewan McGregor's penis (whatever appeals to you!)!!


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Posted by giddygirlie at 9:01 PM |

August 2, 2005

I have posted everything over

I have posted everything over here today.

my heart flutters for Jules and Styro.


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Posted by giddygirlie at 11:39 AM |