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February 23, 2006

It may come as a surprise to you

"It may come as a surprise to you - or maybe it won't - but I often do not realize that I am fat, or how fat I am. When I am by myself I don't tend to think about how I appear. I think about what I am doing. So when I see photographs like that taken at the pet blessing, I am shocked by the difference between how I believed I looked and how I did look. This has happened before; I have believed I looked acceptably attractive, or even pretty, and then saw photographs that showed my wide butt and bulging stomach and those arms as big as big bolognas that hang from deli ceilings." - Judith Moore "Fat Girl"

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February 22, 2006

I am in crush with

I am in crush with my new layout, aren't you?

Geekman slaved away to make this the Most Beautiful Site on the Internet, and I am forever in debt to him for his expertise. Now, you can look at my butt crack every day without paying for one of those hassle-filled porno sites. Yeah, this is how the internet was supposed to be!

I'm so excited, and now I have nothing to say! Blargh! I promise to think of something GOOD and then post it (versus the usual verbal diarrhea), and keep up on my updates. Cheers and 1,000 thanks to Geekman!! When you're ready to upgrade your site to look boooootiful, you should talk to this guy. He's knows his shizzy!

*also, if anyone knows anyone who is an Movable Type expert who has worked with GoDaddy web hosting, shoot me their info. I am interested in a blog upgrade, but GoDaddy needs some special modifications to work with MT, and only certain smarties have cracked the code*


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February 19, 2006

Man, I feel like such

Man, I feel like such a supreme slacker lately. I have been licking my wounds over my bad tooth (now repaired, hallelujah) and my busy work schedule and the cold weather and basically just moping around feeling sorry for myself. Seasonal Affect Disorder, anyone?

I am unmotivated to the 10th degree -- if such a thing is possible. I just feel like shutting myself in a room or a hot bath and never coming out. I want to obssess over my own craziness and try to dig my way out of it. But alas, I have virtually no time for myself and so as of yet, I haven't been able to.

Today, Ryan drug me out of the house, insistent on getting me into the sunshine and out into public, where I would feel better. After dragging my heels and kicking and screaming, we ended up in the car on our way to Disneyland only to find it's a black-out day, so our passes weren't good. Oops. So we turned around and headed home and decided that a chocolate malt sounded better than real food for lunch, and so we got some supremely awesome malts. That was, until I took too big of a drink and it hit my temporary filling and shocked every nerve in my whole freaking head. I had to pull over, because my eyes were welling with unstoppable tears and as soon as I stopped yelling 'fuck' over and over, I burst into an onscene crying jag. Maybe that was what I needed all along -- I just needed the severe pain in my FACE to coax it out. I couldn't stop it and I am sitting there on the side of the road heaving and sobbing. It was pathetic. It also took about 5 minutes for the pain to begin to subside so that I could get us home and slather my gums in Orajel (my new patron saint) and pop some pills and flop myself on the couch. It was a depressing end to a depressing week. What the hell is wrong with me?

I am supremely wealthy, supermodel beautiful, wildly successful, and unbelievably popular -- and yet I still ain't 100% happy. I really must have a screw loose.


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February 15, 2006

My friend at work got

My friend at work got a singing telegram yesterday.
 
That's pretty much all I can say about it. An honest-to-god singing. telegram.
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February 14, 2006

The redesign should launch in

The redesign should launch in the next day or two, if all goes according to plan. I've been leaning on this as an excuse not to update regularly -- which clearly demonstrates my laziness and busyness.
 
Mainly, I have been slogging through a lot of work, and coping with the toothache that is determined to kill me. I go in 2 days to have it taken care of (hopefully once and for all!) but until them, I am more or less worthless.
 
Tonight, in a celebration of Valentine's Day Romance, Ryan, Evan, and I will be watching King Kong and eating portabello mushroom burgers in our pajamas and fuzzy slippers. As you may have concluded from the previous sentence, I'm not big on greeting card holidays and stick my tongue out at making reservations 3 weeks in advance for a rushed dinner in a crowded restaurant. No thanks. I'm glad to stay home, away from the throngs of hormonal husbands and boyfriends looking to score points - or just score, period - and be at home with the people that I love. There may be chocolate cake involved - and I might decorate it with pink hearts, but that's really as Valentiney as I get. I know, I am a shame to the female race. I should be demanding chocolates and $500 roses. Que sera, sera.
 
All the same, I hope that each and every one of you has a great day -- I hope you get some conversation hearts and footrubs.
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February 8, 2006

As you may have heard,

As you may have heard, Orange County is on fire. Hooray OC! Finally making headline news for something not involving Dennis Rodman and Police.
 
Right now the fire is tragically inconvenient for me. The map shows the current fire zone and my Aunt and Uncle live literally one street away from the Required Evacuation point on the Anaheim side and my Parents live a hop, skip, & jump from the other side, in the Cleveland National Forest. So far, no one is losing their house or their life... we're all safe and sound and I suppose I should be thankful. Instead, I am crabby. Why? Well, for one thing the traffic. Because the Toll Road [which I despise anyway, thanks to being illegally built on protected land and being an environmental disaster] is closed, it has displaced literally HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of drivers, who live inland and commute to Orange County. The Toll Road is the main portal for these people, who are now back on the crowded freeways, making things... more crowded. Fortunately, I don't commute on the freeways, but I am still feeling the burn [zing!] because I live near 2 major thoroughfare streets and the 5 freeway. Everyone and their brother thinks that they have a bright idea : let's avoid the freeway for as long as possible and take surface streets. Great. Until 200,000 more cars show up and leave my whole neighborhood in gridlock. That means, for me to make my 4 mile commute home it's taking me more than 30 minutes and god forbid I want to go back out for say, groceries, because I am stuck behind all the side-streeters.
 
Beside the traffic, which really I can suck up and get over, is the smoke and ash. Depending on the way the wind is blowing, it is either the most beautiful day you have ever seen, or else you're practically downwind of a BBQ with ash blowing into your eyes and lungs. Loverly. We've resorted to turning on the air conditioner to help with the filtration in the house, but still all of my clothes smell like I've been roasting weenies. Which could be a good thing, if my sinuses weren't so dry that I want to kill someone.
 
And because misery loves company, I just found out that my Million Dollar Tooth [the world record setting most expensive crown-cap-root canal combo] needs to be redone. Ugh. It started aching last week and the DDS said that yep, he's gotta go back in there... and that could potentially ruin the cap [which is pure gold and apparently filled with diamonds, based on the retail appraisal] so I may have to pay for ANOTHER one. I'm seriously wondering how I'd look with dentures and just never going back to the dentist ever -- is that feasible? I was thinking some wooden chompers a la George Washington. Whaddaya think?
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February 4, 2006

Just a heads-up that

Just a heads-up that I am going dark for a few days at the end of the week to re-vamp the website and create some general chaos. I've got professional help, so it should make the transition pretty easy, but just in case I'm not around, you'll know that good things are coming and that I haven't totally ditched town (and you) when I'm not 'here'.
 
Also, I'll try to lay down some fresh beats on Flickr, because I am a Flickr addict (thanks Styro!) and have been wandering town taking pictures of anything that gets within my point-and-click range. I'm also cooking up some new crafty ridiculousness which should be available for posting in the next couple of days. So beware.
 
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In the meantime, I am Momma Mia this weekend, shuttling Little Brother to and from the skatepark and pretending to know what the fuck he's talking about. "Oh yeah, a nosegrind ollie kickflip down the 11-stairs... nice." And apparently I am going to be the worst mother to a teenager in the world : who knew that kids really do want to be left at the skatepark for 20 hours a day? I got eye rolls from Lil' Bro, Ryan, and Evan (and Evan's friend Aaron - for good measure) when I posed the question. Well, excuuuuuuuuuuuse me. I mean, sure, I used to stay for all three sessions at Skateway (roller rink) when I was a kid, virtually every Saturday and Sunday, but that was different. I mean, who doesn't want to roller skate in circles to Prince and Sheena Easton? Does <a href="http://etniesskateparkoflakeforest.com/">Etnies</a> even offer a backward skate? I think not.
 
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February 1, 2006

Hooray for me! Today is

Hooray for me! Today is work-like-a-crazy-person day to get everything done for the 1st of the month (yay!) and incidentally I have back and abdominal cramps that would kill a lesser person. I have a toothache that's threatening to make my skull split open. The tooth issue is probably due to the Million Dollar Cap that I have installed (it's really a 10 carat diamond) that just plain hates me. It's always fussing someway or another.
 
*sigh* Is it Friday yet?
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